Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

From thousands, only a select few are chosen.

The vast majority—slaughtered without mercy!

Nameless' grave words left everyone in the conference room in utter disbelief.

This was nothing short of a bloodthirsty executioner—not the benevolent, people-loving King Arthur they knew!

Zhuge Liang watched with a slight smile, recalling the time he had seen Unlimited Blade Works.

Back then, the King of Heroes had been just as arrogantly confident, only to be brutally humiliated.

The chuunibyou Gilgamesh had boldly declared he would cleanse the world with the black mud, eliminating all worthless humans—arguably his darkest moment.

Publicly executed by Alaya.

His fanbase had plummeted and never recovered.

Now, King Arthur seemed to be receiving the exact same treatment.

Truly, what goes around comes around—the heavens spare no one!

Under Qin Shi Huang's mocking interrogation, the Britons quickly rallied.

Gawain answered without hesitation: "Impossible! That could never be our King!"

How could their perfect, revered monarch be a ruthless executioner who slaughtered innocents?

"Absolutely not!" Mordred echoed with equal conviction.

Knowing her father as she did, Mordred acknowledged that the King might lack understanding of human hearts and would mercilessly annihilate enemies on the battlefield.

But.

Those were soldiers and commanders.

To take up arms was to accept the risk of death.

In war, there was only life and death—no right or wrong.

Yet now, the video's Nameless had the audacity to claim her father had massacred innocent civilians.

Mordred gritted her teeth: "Damn you, Nameless! Face me and say that to my face!"

He had been avoiding her, refusing even a single meeting.

"Calm yourself," Artoria said coolly.

She glanced at the fuming Mordred.

As if I don't understand human nature.

Despite Mordred's rage and her desire to run Nameless through with her sword...

If Nameless actually appeared before her, there was an eighty percent chance she'd turn against her own father!

Artoria murmured, "Let us watch quietly. The truth will reveal itself."

A growing unease settled in her heart.

Had the Holy Lance truly corrupted me into a merciless god who slaughtered ordinary people?

"Continue the playback," Qin Shi Huang commanded indifferently.

Amusing. Truly amusing.

Nothing pleased him more than witnessing the public exposure of another's darkest secrets.

Especially when the subject was the King of Britain—a fellow top-tier Heroic Spirit standing at the world's peak.

Though of course, the greatest joy would be if Master Nameless accepted his invitation to jointly rule China!

Qin Shi Huang's gaze remained fixed on the youth onscreen.

The once mighty man who shielded me from wind and rain now stands before me as a fragile youth, his Spirit Origin shattered, his power barely a fraction of what it once was.

Why does he still refuse to rely on my strength?

Under the gaze of all, the video continued to play.

On the screen—

Bedivere clutched his head in agony. "Nameless, I must see my king! I must be the one to end this!"

The king had changed.

No longer the perfect saint he once knew, but a cold and merciless deity, arbitrarily deciding the fate of humanity.

Nameless spoke softly, "That is the divine Lion King, no ordinary Heroic Spirit. You'll never reach her!"

"But…"

Bedivere wanted to argue, but he remembered—it was precisely because he hadn't heeded Nameless' words that things had come to this.

"Don't worry, we're here with you!"

Nameless smiled and patted his shoulder reassuringly.

Beside them, the kouhai Mash stood quietly, shield in hand.

"Mm!"

Bedivere nodded.

And so, the battle resumed.

Their enemies were mysterious assassins and grotesque, terrifying Sphinxes, all charging at them in a frenzy.

Mash raised her shield and stepped forward. "Senpai, leave the defense to me—you focus on attacking!"

"Got it."

Nameless blurred into motion, wielding a projected Noble Phantasm as he clashed with the monstrous foes.

The assassins and beasts were formidable opponents.

Yet, against the combined might of two Heroic Spirits, they stood no chance.

In the blink of an eye, they were either slain or driven away.

Nitocris, who had been drugged into unconsciousness, was rescued by Nameless and his companions. In gratitude, she led them to the palace of the Sun King—

[Ramesseum Tentyris]

Seated upon his throne, draped in a white mantle, with radiant golden eyes that shone like the sun, was the king.

"Travelers from afar, I am Ozymandias. A god, the sun, the pharaoh who rules this land!"

Ramesses II, the Sun King, gazed down imperiously at them. "I know you have restored five Singularities and now seek to mend this sixth one."

"The Holy Grail you seek is already in my possession!"

His presence was overwhelming.

Arrogant beyond measure, like the king of kings, the god of gods, reigning supreme over all creation.

Past and future alike were within his grasp.

Even Nameless and the others, who had come from the future to repair the Singularity, had their identities laid bare before him.

And yet—

As he spoke, his head suddenly lurched to the side.

It nearly fell off!

Through the screen, a shadow could be seen standing silently beside him.

A figure exuding an aura of death so terrifying it chilled the soul, wielding an impossibly massive sword.

Though he stood right there, not a single soul seemed to notice him!

The moment this scene played out, the audience erupted—

-[Holy crap, the Sun King got decapitated?!]

-[Literal head-on action! Reminds me of Mami…]

-[Laughing so hard my stomach hurts—talk about instant karma for showing off!]

-[Is this the legendary First Hassan, the most mysterious and terrifying assassin?]

-[This is insane! Even the Sun King, hiding in his temple, couldn't withstand the old man's strike—just how strong is he?!]

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