"I truly apologize for breaking my promise."
In the presence of the Primordial Mother Goddess, he abandoned all resistance and evasion, offering a direct apology.
Standing someone up was standing someone up.
Whether it was the Primordial Mother Goddess or an ordinary person, the first step was always to apologize.
The fate of those who stood others up was to be skewered, deep-fried, and boiled into pigeon soup.
This was the end for him!
After Nameless closed his eyes and gave up resisting,
Tiamat stepped forward and placed her hand atop his head.
Seeing this, the God of War's violet eyes instantly filled with excitement.
Here it comes—the real [Head-Pat Kill] was about to unfold!
All it would take was a slight squeeze of that hand to crush his skull effortlessly—or even pluck it off and kick it like a ball!
Even Merlin and Tamamo-no-Mae, who were watching from the sidelines, couldn't bear to look.
This was certain death!
Against the terrifying power of the Primordial Mother Goddess, there was no way he could fight back!
However, contrary to everyone's expectations,
that hand didn't crush his skull, nor did it pluck his head off to kick it like a ball.
Instead, it gently stroked his head with the utmost tenderness, as if petting a little kitten!
The God of War's mentality instantly shattered. "He betrayed you! He never went to the Imaginary Number Space to find you! Why aren't you killing him?!"
This was impossible!
Back then, in your fury, you nearly annihilated all of humanity. Why would you forgive a mere human now?
"That's why I came to find him myself!"
Tiamat didn't even glance at the God of War.
She stretched out both arms and embraced Nameless, who was like a child compared to her. "Come with me. You've protected them for far too long. It's time to rest."
"..."
Nameless pressed his cheek against her soft skin, his emotions growing even more complicated.
After the video was exposed, countless people praised his great deeds, worshipping him with fervor.
Yet few could truly understand the hardships and suffering he had endured.
And here was Tiamat, gently saying—
"My child, you've worked hard enough. You can rest now. Leave everything to me."
Even though he had stood her up, she still treated him with such gentleness.
Truly, the kindest Primordial Mother Goddess.
But alas, he still couldn't rest!
Nameless struggled to lift his head, gazing into the other's crimson-purple cross-shaped eyes. "I'm sorry, but greater disasters may lie ahead. I can't rest yet."
Deities could descend upon the mortal world, and so could the Evils of Humanity.
Everything pointed toward the arrival of the ultimate catastrophe.
He could follow Tiamat into the imaginary space to live eternally.
Yet, he truly couldn't stand by and watch others face such threats!
Illya, Miyu, Qin Shi Huang, Saber, the King of Heroes...
Each had accompanied him for so long that they had become like family and friends.
How could he possibly flee alone while the world faced crisis?
Tiamat wrapped one arm around him, as if afraid he might escape.
With her other hand, she gently poked his cheek.
Hum~
A mysterious power surged forth, revealing the state of Nameless's body.
Countless cracks covered his entire form.
Like a shattered porcelain doll forcibly pieced back together.
Upon his body, intricate patterns intertwined.
A single glance made the God of War witness six thousand years of human history, countless timelines, countless worlds.
He saw the grand tapestry of human order, the past and future of mankind... he saw everything!
The God of War's eyes burned with boundless greed and madness.
The value of this nameless heroic spirit far exceeded even the most exaggerated estimates—surpassing even the Divine Mecha, worth any price the Divine Council would pay to seize him.
Obtaining him would unlock humanity's final code, the path to reaching the level of the Evils of Humanity!
Yet, faced with such priceless treasure,
Tiamat only gazed at him more tenderly. "You truly love humanity as I do... does it still hurt?"
Walking alone in darkness, silently guarding all of human history, battered and bruised yet unseen by anyone.
He was so much like her.
After resetting the world to create a future for humanity, people no longer needed his protection.
In the Age of Heroes, countless spirits he had saved stood upon dazzling stages, worshipped by all.
Only he remained nameless and forgotten, still silently standing alone.
It was upon seeing him that Tiamat had shown kindness.
For he was her only kin!
Battered yet still loving humanity!
"It doesn't hurt anymore. It's already healing," Nameless replied with a smile.
Hum~
Light shimmered at Tiamat's fingertips as vast magical energy surged into his broken body.
The primordial power of the Mother Goddess forcefully mended his form.
Yet.
These wounds surpassed even her ability to heal—no matter how much power she poured in, they wouldn't fully mend.
Scars from the world's reset, wounds from the Root, even Alaya couldn't truly repair them!
Hadn't even the supposedly invincible defense of [Avalon] shattered completely?
Nameless sighed softly.
He'd known this would happen, yet disappointment lingered.
Now, he faintly understood why Alaya kept releasing those exposure videos.
Clearly trying to use human order to slowly heal him.
Yet these very wounds came from working for that heartless capitalist!
And now they expected his gratitude?
Pure fantasy!
"Working a job? Never again!"
At this moment.
The God of War, who had been completely ignored by the two, could no longer contain his rage and went berserk.
This was supposed to be his [True Divine Domain], so why did he end up becoming the outsider?
The God of War sneered, "Nameless, aren't you supposed to be humanity's great hero? Why are you cowering like a child hiding in their mother's arms?"
If Tiamat made her move, death would be absolutely certain.
So, he had to force Nameless into a one-on-one fight!
"Oh, so the thief who stole the power of the Greek gods is still here?" Nameless calmly looked at him.
The strongest human evil—nanny—had descended.
Even without repairing his shattered Spirit Origin, his power had skyrocketed.
Under his contemptuous gaze.
The God of War's face flushed crimson as he snorted, "How dare you slander me without proof?"
"Pfft, I saw it with my own eyes—your country stole the remnants of the Greek gods and nearly got wiped out by their lingering power!" Nameless grew even more disdainful.
BOOM!
A bloody mist erupted from the God of War's body, and his crimson mech turned even redder.
His mechanical voice roared in protest, "Those were just ownerless relics—gifts from the heavens that we happened to discover! That doesn't count as stealing!"
The locals had been sitting on Mount Olympus, unaware of the treasure trove beneath them.
If not for their discovery, who knows how many more years those relics would have remained buried?
So, they were the ones who helped excavate the local treasures and put them to practical use.
If anything, the Greeks should be thanking them!
Hearing this, Merlin and Tamamo-no-Mae, who had been secretly watching, couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Tamamo-no-Mae shook her head, grinning. "The so-called gods of your country are so pathetic—they can't even admit to their own actions!"
"After all, that's how they got their start. It's only natural." Merlin wasn't the least bit surprised.
Just think about the origins of the United States, and you'll know these people have been doing this from the very beginning.
In the [Domain of True Gods].
Nameless grew even more disgusted with these bandits: "Oh, so you slaughtered all the locals—why don't you just kill yourselves to atone?"
Truly worthy of butchers who rose from the ranks of great pirates, treating plunder and robbery as gifts from God.
And calling it a "chance discovery"?
The locals of Olympus clearly helped the Beacon explorers in their search, only to be silenced by murder!
You slaughtered the natives, so now it's ownerless?
Tiamat turned her gaze toward them: "Noisy insects. Should I just squash them?"
Under the gaze of her violet-red eyes, the God of War, who had been about to continue arguing, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
The gap between him and this terrifying existence was even greater than the gap between him and an ordinary human!
That vast, Pacific Ocean-like surge of power, that unfathomable scale of spiritual foundation—it left him without even a shred of hope for escape!
"No need. I'll handle this myself." Nameless shook his head in refusal.
He'd already failed to fulfill his promise to enter the Imaginary Space back then. If he let her intervene now, his conscience would never forgive him.
Earlier, the infusion of Tiamat's primordial energy had completely healed his injuries.
And restored some of his strength—enough to face this false god head-on.
After being rejected,
Tiamat fixed her violet-red eyes on him: "As the Primordial Mother Goddess, I can heal you in another way. So… would you like to drink?"
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