Don't forget—before the video played, the Lighthouse Divine Council had fully analyzed the remnants of the Olympian Machine Gods.
Transformed into eleven cosmic battleships, they soared through space, intimidating the entire world.
What infuriated Roya the most was that those arrogant false gods had brazenly declared they would storm the Epang Palace, capture Qin Shi Huang and Nameless alive, and force the legendary First Emperor of China to kneel and apologize.
Among them, the [Sun God] had even callously blasted apart China's [Heavenly Court] defense system with a single shot, flaunting their overwhelming power without restraint.
These god-tier cosmic battleships, capable of dominating the stars, represented terrifying black technology centuries ahead of Earth's civilization.
Even Heroic Spirits stood no chance against attacks launched from space.
If the Council of Gods succeeded, all of humanity would be forced to kneel under their intimidation, ushering in an era where they reigned as absolute overlords.
Everyone would tremble in fear beneath their might.
The Council of Gods would be worshipped as true deities, rivaling God Himself!
This could be called—
The Deterrence Era!
"They should be scared out of their wits," Nameless mused, feeling a hint of anticipation himself.
Hopefully, those false gods wouldn't piss themselves after seeing this.
Oh wait—they were no longer human, having transformed into Machine Gods. They probably lacked that function.
The Heroic Spirit Summoning Ritual had concluded.
"The more I watch, the more it feels like Nameless is playing a gacha game, where summoning Heroic Spirits is just rolling the gacha, and he somehow pulled Brother Qin Shi Huang in a single lucky draw?" Roya suddenly looked puzzled. "Even the way he prayed before summoning is exactly like me!"
The resemblance was uncanny.
Every time she spent money on gacha pulls, she would pray to a bunch of deities like God and the Three Pure Ones for blessings.
Unfortunately, her luck was always abysmal, leaving her to watch others with envy as they struck gold.
"You should play fewer games! Do you need to sacrifice yourself just to play?" Nameless rolled his eyes.
If only it were just playing games.
All it would take was tapping on a phone screen, with no real danger involved.
But he was different.
Every battle was a life-or-death struggle.
To secure victory, he had to meticulously prepare, leaving himself multiple contingencies.
To survive till the end and fulfill his mission of safeguarding human order, he had to be extremely cautious—triply so.
He prepared three sets of everything: healing potions, weapons, armor—you name it.
One set to wear, one as backup, and one backup for the backup.
Those who weren't careful had long perished facing terrifying gods and Evils of Humanity!
Roya grew increasingly envious. "Damn it, why don't I ever get lucky even though I worship God and Alaya too?"
Nameless had pulled a Grand-class Emperor Qin Shi Huang in a single draw—his luck was off the charts.
Meanwhile, she could barely hit the pity counter, a frustration that could drive anyone mad.
"Probably because you've done too many bad things," Nameless said, eyeing her with disdain.
If you weren't on the same level, Alaya would've buffed me to take you out already, no?
And you still expect Alaya to bless you?
Didn't you eat all the peaches in the Peach Garden?
The screen had gone completely dark.
Lines of concluding narration popped up—
["Lostbelt of Qin"—Restoration Complete!]
[The Eternal Emperor, who sought immortality, ultimately buried his own eternal empire with his own hands!]
[The journey of the Nameless Heroic Spirit continues.]
[To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next installment!]
[Three days from now at the same time, I'll update with a side story. Don't forget to tune in~]
...
Roya was astonished. "Huh? What's the side story this time?"
Side stories usually covered hidden easter eggs or unexplored details from the main story.
But by the end of the video, even the post-credits scene had revealed Emperor Qin Shi Huang being summoned by Nameless to Chaldea.
"No idea," Nameless said helplessly.
Who knew what that scheming capitalist planned to expose about him next?
The first time had been uncomfortable, but after repeated exposures, he'd grown used to it.
Roya was absolutely certain: "Alaya is definitely watching over and favoring Nameless!"
This video's timing was impeccable.
Right when the Council of Gods was aggressively threatening Nameless and Emperor Qin Shi Huang, it dropped the invincible brother's backstory.
Clearly, Alaya was taking sides—Nameless's side.
"Favor, huh…"
Nameless's lips twitched.
Could this "favor" go to someone else?
Let's not forget, he had countless clones operating across infinite timelines simultaneously.
His workload was even more insane than Emperor Qin Shi Huang's 2,603 years of ruling Great Qin!
Damn you, Alaya!
At that moment.
Fou, now in kitten form, leaped onto Nameless's lap.
Proudly tilting his head, he let out a cry:
"Fou… Fou (Aren't you gonna thank Fou?)"
Back in the Singularity.
It was Fou who had transferred his stored mana to Nameless, enabling him to defeat the Evil of Humanity, Tamamo-no-Mae.
That transfer had completely drained him dry.
Nameless gently picked her up and kissed her forehead. "You're absolutely adorable."
Such a cute little kitten—just asking to be devoured by her mom!
Fufu tilted her head proudly, casting a sidelong glance at the brat beside her—
"Fou… fou~ (See? He kissed me on his own—you could never pull that off!)"
That smug display.
Even though Roya couldn't understand a word, it still made her blood boil.
"Damn it, kittens shouldn't swear! One day, I'll turn you into nothing but a mewling plushie!"
This little cat was infuriating.
She always flaunted herself in front of Roya but never let her touch her once.
It made Roya increasingly suspect that the two of them had been love rivals in a past life.
But for now, she was far more curious about the reactions after the video ended.
And most importantly—what kind of response the Council of Gods would give!
On the gradually darkening screen, comments continued to explode—
-[As expected of Nameless! He's already defeated two Evils of Humanity—might as well take down the rest while you're at it!]
-[The Lostbelt Qin Dynasty is just too overpowered. If we had that kind of power, would we even need to fear the Council of Gods?]
-[So, after the video, can Qin Shi Huang get stronger? Will there be a Great Wall Orbital Cannon?]
-[Are we about to relive the scene from The First Emperor of Eternity, where Qin Shi Huang leads a million-strong army alongside Nameless to fight the gods?]
-[Spare less blame for Qin Shi Huang—the burning of books and burying of scholars deserves reconsideration. The Dragon's spirit may perish, but Qin's legacy endures. Confucianism's fame is lofty, yet hollow as chaff. A hundred dynasties follow Qin's laws, building defenses in the void of space. Uniting human wisdom—Alaya—the First Emperor of Eternity is truly peerless!]
...
The video had ended.
It sent shockwaves across the world, leaving countless people reeling from its impact.
Egypt, the Radiant Composite Temple.
Pharaoh Ramesses II stared at the screen in utter disbelief. "That assassin… actually wounded Qin Shi Huang, the King of the Lostbelt?"
Unbelievable!
No matter how he speculated, he never imagined that the assassin Jing Ke could use something as mundane as a smartphone to deal a critical blow to the supposedly omniscient and omnipotent Qin Shi Huang.
Ramesses II couldn't help but declare, "She's no assassin at all!"
What kind of assassin was this?!
That was just a phone virus—hardly a real assassination attempt.
He had to emphasize that.
Otherwise, his earlier bet with King Hassan would end in total defeat.
From now on, King Hassan could come and go as he pleased, and there was no way to stop him.
"The path of assassination is not bound by any means."
King Hassan rested his hands on his greatsword and calmly replied, "My assassinations involve slaying all enemies—eliminating those marked by the tolling of the bell in open combat."
Other assassins mostly followed the routine of stealth, approach, and backstabbing.
But in his eyes, the optimal choice was to openly slaughter all enemies!
"Hmph, don't think I fear your threats. I merely tolerate you out of respect for your age," Ramesses II snorted.
As if he, the Sun King, hailed as the incarnation of the sun god [Ra], would be afraid of an old man?
Blue flames flickered in King Hassan's hollow eye sockets as he nodded approvingly. "That one favored by destiny is indeed worthy of bearing the responsibility of safeguarding human order."
The other had, like him, unhesitatingly relinquished his Grand title and detonated the [Sun-Shooting Bow and Arrow] to defeat the stolen solar power of the white-faced, golden-furred nine-tailed fox.
"For that man to address you as his teacher, he truly honors the master-disciple bond," Ramesses II remarked with slight surprise.
At such a critical moment, Nameless still remembered the debt he owed King Hassan for teaching him the Grand Assassination Technique.
In contrast, Qin Shi Huang had chosen to fight Nameless, forsaking the gratitude he owed for the latter's past teachings.
Later, when Qin Shi Huang answered the summoning, aside from guiding Pan-Human History toward an infinite future,
it was likely an attempt to atone for his earlier mistake.
Ramesses II suddenly gloated, "None of your Hassans in the Assassins have managed to become top-tier Heroic Spirits!"
How laughable.
King Hassan, the Grand Assassin, was so powerful he could even grievously wound a Beast of Humanity.
Yet his successors grew weaker with each generation.
None could even compare to Nameless, whom King Hassan had casually instructed.
No—it wasn't just that they couldn't compare.
One of them, Hundred-Faced Hassan, had even been personally slain by Nameless!
Shameful!
Truly shameful!
In terms of strength, they couldn't quite measure up—no, wait, it was out of respect for the elderly and care for the young that they refrained from fighting.
Using this to mock the other party put Ramesses II in an exceptionally good mood.
"I am the Hassan of Hassans. It is only natural that my successors cannot compare to me," King Hassan replied indifferently.
Among the Seven Grand Servants, after the Grand Caster Solomon, there were still two candidates—the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, and the Flower Magus, Merlin.
But as the Grand Assassin, he was practically the sole candidate.
Even if he sacrificed his Grand Saint Graph, no one could replace him.
In the end, Alaya would have no choice but to return it to him!
King Hassan watched as Nameless drew his bow and fired an arrow. "Nameless can project the [Sun-Shooting Bow and Arrow]. You, who claim to be the incarnation of the sun god, might not withstand a single shot from him."
"How can that fox spirit compare to our great Egyptian god [Ra]?" Ramesses II couldn't help but scoff.
That fox, though called the incarnation of the sun goddess Amaterasu, had never truly mastered the power of the sun.
Otherwise, she could have obliterated Nameless with ease!
Hum~
At that moment, King Hassan's figure suddenly vanished.
Huh? Had he left?
Crack~
Before Ramesses II could say another word, a sharp clashing sound rang out from beyond the temple.
Puzzled, Ramesses II walked to the entrance of the temple—only to see King Hassan carving a line of words into the temple gates with his greatsword—
[The Grand Temple welcomes you, just as the sun embraces you. Warmly inviting Lord Hassan of the Cursed Arm to visit often!]
"..."
Ramesses II fell into silence.
His indestructible Grand Temple, capable of withstanding nuclear strikes, had been casually carved into with a blade by the other party.
To carve words on an antique—how utterly uncivilized!
And "visit often"? Do you think this is your own damn home?