Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

The gods descended into utter panic.

This meant they would no longer be able to meddle in mortal affairs, completely cut off from the human world!

"Lowly insect, stop this at once!"

"Fool! Do you seek death?"

...

The once lofty and domineering gods now revealed their true nature.

Gods were merely beings with immense power—far from omniscient and omnipotent, incapable of abandoning human emotions and desires.

Yet, their words could not stop Nameless.

A brilliant and terrifying explosion swept across heaven and earth.

Nameless, a mere mortal, raised a sword of rebellion against the heavens.

With a single strike, he severed the connection between man and god—cutting off the divine from the mortal realm!

From that moment on, the lofty gods of the celestial realm could only remain in their domain.

Never again could they descend upon the mortal world!

-[As a mortal, standing against the gods—Nameless is beyond legendary!]

-[Nameless: If there is no torch in the darkness, then I shall be the only light!]

-[Burning himself to become the light—what hope you've given humanity!]

-[Severing the bond between man and god, granting humanity true freedom and a future—this is so like you!]

-[How heartbroken the King of Heroes must be, watching both his dearest friends sacrifice themselves at once—who could endure such pain?]

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Persian Empire

At the border, the great hero Arash stood among countless soldiers as they watched the footage.

Upon witnessing Nameless burning himself to unleash the full power of Ea and sever the connection between man and god, Arash sighed softly.

"Nameless… So you, too, were willing to sacrifice yourself to bring hope to humanity."

He was the very hero of Persian myth—the one who had ended a great war by sacrificing himself to unleash his ultimate arrow.

Countless revered him, yet none could emulate his spirit of self-sacrifice.

Now, Arash beheld this nameless heroic spirit who walked silently through the annals of time, safeguarding human history.

Your name may be unknown, but your deeds shall echo through eternity!

Even he felt unworthy in the presence of such a hero.

What kind of resolve must one possess to persist like this?

Arash's admiration for Nameless grew ever stronger—he longed to meet him and share a drink.

As the footage reached its conclusion, the furious roars of the gods grew distant.

The outcome was set in stone—no longer could they alter it.

This was the miracle forged by the sacrifices of Nameless and Enkidu!

The Chains of Heaven shattered completely, their body crumbling into dust.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust—gone without a trace.

And Nameless, like a moth drawn to the light, burned himself to unleash the most dazzling radiance.

He fell from the heavens, his gaze fixed blankly upon the sky.

Gilgamesh strode forward and sighed.

"Nameless… The path has been paved. You fool—why must you always defy my orders?"

"My duty is done. It's time for me to go. Enkidu left first… I must catch up to them. You… live well, alright?" Nameless smiled.

"The lofty gods are no more. Humanity has been saved by you both. And I… shall rule Uruk as I must." Gilgamesh replied calmly.

This was the burden he now bore.

The future of all, the future his two dearest friends had carved for him, the future of human civilization—all of it rested upon his shoulders alone.

"Indeed. All the plans I set in motion were not in vain. And from now on, as long as we keep moving forward, the path will continue to unfold… The flower of hope will surely bloom!"

Countless points of light appeared on Nameless's body as he gradually began to disintegrate and fade away.

Yet he smiled with genuine joy: "What do you know, my strike was pretty accurate after all..."

The Sword of Rupture, Ea, slipped powerlessly from his grasp and fell to the ground.

His body completely dissipated as he spoke: "Golden Brat, I won't ever stop. As long as you keep moving forward, you'll always see me ahead."

"So... don't you dare stop..."

His figure vanished without a trace, leaving behind no remnants whatsoever.

Just as silently as he had arrived.

Only Gilgamesh remained standing alone in the rain, gazing up at the heavens.

Splash—

The terrifying apocalyptic flood disappeared, replaced by a torrential downpour.

The radiant figure of the King of Heroes appeared strangely lonely and isolated amidst the heavy rain.

The scene froze at this moment for several years!

Familiar lines of text appeared on the screen—

[Video playback complete. Thank you for watching "The Chronicle of the Nameless Heroic Spirit!"]

[To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode!]

"Eh? It's over already?"

Roya was caught completely off guard.

Just when the climax of severing the connection between man and god had reached its peak, it suddenly ended before she could fully enjoy it!

Countless viewers shared her exact sentiment—

-[Ahhhh, can't Alaya make these longer? So short and unsatisfying!]

-[By the way, didn't they skip a lot of details? Like how the chuunibyou King of Heroes in the video became the wise king we know now?]

-[Who knows how long we'll have to wait for the next one. Hurry up already!]

-[If you don't update soon, I'll—get on my knees and beg you!]

-[How about a side story explaining the King of Heroes' transformation and the twin goddesses?]

...

The black screen continued to be flooded with explosive waves of comments until the video truly ended.

Souma looked at his youthful reflection in the video screen.

After restarting the world, he had returned to his teenage years.

As a transmigrator who had wandered the world for so long, all he wanted now was to live as an ordinary high school student in Fuyuki City.

But it seemed Alaya truly had no intention of letting him enjoy a peaceful daily life.

With this video's exposure, there was an eighty percent chance the King of Heroes would regain his lost memories.

Toxic friendship.

That described Souma's relationship with the King of Heroes perfectly.

Like dorm mates who constantly call each other "son" and compete to be "daddy," yet are the only ones who'll have your back when it truly matters.

He had intended to sacrifice himself to resolve everything.

But gods remained gods, forcing even Enkidu to offer themselves as sacrifice.

The arrogant, chuunibyou version of Gilgamesh had finally been molded into the wise king known throughout the world—thanks to the combined efforts of Souma and Enkidu's "personality correction punches."

Yet despite sealing away the gods, they still couldn't stop another terrifying entity.

An even greater catastrophe befell that timeline...

"Souma, how do you think the King of Heroes will treat Nameless?"

Roya leaned in with sparkling eyes, full of curiosity.

"How should I know?" Souma rolled his eyes.

That insufferably arrogant bastard—who knew what he might do?

While his help could indeed accelerate Souma's recovery of power...

What if the guy wanted to beat him up first upon meeting?

"Sigh, if only the King of Heroes were my relative. Then I'd have endless money to spend."

Roya's shimmering eyes practically turned into gold coins, sparkling with greed.

"In your dreams!"

Souma's expression grew even more disgusted.

This guy is getting more and more fond of daydreaming. Looks like they need a dose of [Personality Correction Fists] to be properly disciplined!

Even if Gilgamesh really wanted to give her money, we'd have to stop it—can't let a deadbeat leech be nurtured!

Right at that moment.

A news report flashed across the TV screen—

[Breaking News: King Arthur will arrive in Fuyuki City in five days for a three-day goodwill visit. Prime Minister Mordred will accompany her!]

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