Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

"Nonsense. I'd never be your friend either. I'm only here to protect human history in this era."

Nameless scoffed at the King of Heroes' brazen mockery. "Protecting you has nothing to do with you!"

From the moment they met, the two had been at each other's throats, leaving the audience utterly enthralled.

It couldn't be helped.

The King of Heroes had always stood above all, so aloof that ordinary people weren't even fit to lay eyes on him.

Let alone dare to speak to him like this.

The most crucial point was that hurling insults like "mongrel" and "dog raised by gods" at the King of Heroes didn't send him into a rage!

"You... arrogant bastard, tell me how to solve the famine?"

Gilgamesh asked with genuine seriousness.

"Want to know?"

Nameless smiled with immense satisfaction. "Beg me for it!"

His grin was exceptionally punchable.

More domineering than the King of Heroes himself. More delighted.

A far cry from the image of the nameless heroic spirit who'd silently protected historical figures before.

"You... bastard! Do you truly believe this king wouldn't dare kill you?"

Gilgamesh barely restrained his boundless fury.

The violent energy radiating from him was nearly uncontrollable.

This fool had provoked him repeatedly!

Meanwhile.

The many high-ranking officials of Uruk watching the video couldn't contain their righteous indignation.

How dare this nobody shamelessly insult their greatest, most illustrious king!

Utterly intolerable!

One after another, they erupted in anger—

"This video is clearly malicious slander against our king!"

"We must condemn this so-called uploader Alaya and demand an explanation!"

"How could our wise and majestic king allow himself to be insulted to his face by some nobody?"

...

In the grand hall, countless voices erupted in furious discussion.

A crowd vehemently denounced [Nameless] and the uploader [Alaya].

Gilgamesh sat upon his throne, initially appearing quite pleased and content.

But as he watched, his expression grew increasingly peculiar.

The delighted smile vanished from his face.

He'd gathered all his officials specifically to let his people admire the majestic presence of the supreme King of Heroes.

He'd even ordered the entire nation to watch this exposé simultaneously.

Now... things seemed to be going slightly awry.

In the video.

After relentlessly humiliating the King of Heroes, Nameless finally prepared to address the real issue.

Holding a stalk of wheat in his right hand and a weed in his left, he declared:

"Wheat is Uruk's staple food, but it has weak vitality. Meanwhile, the weeds growing beside it possess excessively vigorous life force."

Nameless placed the wheat and weed together. "Thus, by hybridizing wheat with weeds, we can cultivate a hybrid wheat strain that combines robust vitality with high yield."

"Hybrid wheat?"

Gilgamesh blinked in surprise. "Wheat can hybridize with weeds?"

This treasonous fool kept introducing bizarre new concepts.

The man gave him a sidelong glance. "Gods can produce offspring with humans too."

"You... bastard! The only reason this king hasn't killed you is because crushing a stinking insect would dirty my hands! You should be grateful for my magnanimity!"

Though constantly provoked by this insolent fool, Gilgamesh found himself strangely less inclined to strike him down.

This inexplicably pleased him.

It felt like escaping deadly loneliness—finding someone who could speak freely and shared his... peculiar tastes.

"Tch, not even allowed to speak the truth. Typical kingly behavior."

Nameless grew even more disdainful. Under the crimson glare of those eyes, he continued calmly: "Hybrid wheat would increase yields by three to five times."

"That much?!"

Gilgamesh instantly forgot his anger.

Simply by crossbreeding with common weeds, production could multiply several times over.

With such yields, would his people still need to beg the gods?

"And that's not all. I also have Gawain's favorite—the potato!"

Nameless took out a round, yellow-skinned object covered with sprouts.

Pointing at the small sprouts, he said, "See this? Each of these sprouts can be cut off, and in just over two months, they'll yield several fruits this big—enough to feed a person!"

"Potatoes... hybrid wheat..."

Gilgamesh suddenly realized this man wasn't bluffing at all.

These two treasures alone could ensure his people never went hungry—no need to beg those disgusting gods!

Was this what he meant by "man can conquer heaven"?

An interesting man indeed. It seemed he deserved a proper reward!

The onlookers couldn't help but burst into laughter at the scene—

-[666, you really nailed it this time!]

-[These two things would be absolute game-changers in an ancient civilization thousands of years ago!]

-[The edgy King of Heroes might be a tyrant, but he's no fool. He definitely understands the value of these. Are we about to see him and Nameless become best friends?]

-[Haha, me and my dorm buddies have the same kind of toxic friendship!]

...

Time flew by as Nameless and the King of Heroes bickered back and forth.

Soon, the hybrid wheat and potatoes yielded a bountiful harvest, effortlessly solving the famine—no divine intervention needed!

The veiled High Priestess Siduri approached to report, "My King, the Goddess has descended!"

"That useless goddess is coming?"

Gilgamesh's crimson eyes instantly turned ice-cold.

Just as Nameless had said—in the eyes of the gods, humans were nothing more than livestock, and he was merely the dog tasked with herding them.

Ishtar, the Goddess of Beauty, Harvest, and War, was the most spoiled among the deities.

A goddess so arrogant and unrestrained, she was practically untouchable.

Time and again, she had toyed with him, trying to treat him as a plaything to be stored away in her treasure vault.

This was far from the romantic pursuit mortals sang about!

Gilgamesh glanced at the figure in the red cloak beside him. "Nameless, let's see how you deal with a god!"

"You're scared of her and want me to take the fall?" Nameless shot back without hesitation.

"Hahaha! This king simply can't be bothered to deal with such a wretched goddess. Let a fellow scoundrel like you handle that useless deity instead!"

The King of Heroes burst into laughter, his figure vanishing from the screen in an instant.

Less than a second after his departure—

BOOM!

A figure descended from the sky, a cold snort echoing through the swirling dust: "King of Heroes, who exactly did you call trash?"

As the dust settled, the newcomer's form was finally revealed.

She had long, jet-black hair.

Her chest, however, resembled the Mesopotamian plains—flat with only the slightest hint of elevation.

Most strikingly, her attire was somewhat revealing, almost like modern hot pants and a short-sleeved top.

It was as if she was flaunting her charm without restraint.

Her slender, beautiful legs were boldly on display, enough to set anyone's blood boiling.

The moment she appeared, the barrage of comments exploded—

-[Holy shit, I could play with those legs for a year!]

-[So this is the goddess from myth who pursued Gilgamesh? I'm in love!]

-[Step aside, King of Heroes, let me handle this!]

-[Wait, why do I get the feeling the goddess might switch targets and go after Nameless instead?]

-[Be bold—what if the King of Heroes and her end up fighting over Nameless?]

"This goddess…"

Watching the video, Rin Tohsaka stared wide-eyed, her mouth agape in utter shock.

Because the goddess who had just appeared—Ishtar—looked exactly like her!

Her height, weight, face… there wasn't the slightest difference.

Why does Ishtar look exactly like me?

A bold thought flashed through Rin's mind—

Could it be… I was a goddess in a past life?

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