Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

BOOM!

Accompanied by the stirring BGM provided by Alaya, countless fissures surged across the land, splitting it apart completely.

The invincible deity, in this very moment, was forcibly dragged into the abyss!

The two abruptly found themselves in a vast, desolate wilderness.

On the distant horizon, enormous gears loomed like titans.

Across the frozen wasteland, countless graves stretched endlessly, each one crowned with a sword.

This was the enhanced version of the Reality Marble—

Unlimited Blade Works!

The moment it manifested, the audience erupted in excitement.

Because this was a magecraft so powerful it bordered on True Magic—the very technique that had allowed the mighty Nameless to turn defeat into victory time and time again!

-[Holy crap, Unlimited Blade Works is finally here!]

-[King Arthur, the King of Heroes, and Angelica silently approve!]

-[King Arthur, do you still have enough elbows to spare?]

-[Nameless: King Arthur, today we settle both our score and our fate!]

-[A mortal slaying a god!]

...

"Nameless's ultimate enhanced version of Unlimited Blade Works—could he really kill a god?"

Roya's eyes sparkled as she stared at the screen.

Time and again, this Reality Marble had become synonymous with victory, pulling him back from the brink of defeat.

But this was a god!

A fully manifested deity, unbound by any restrictions!

"Just keep watching and you'll find out."

Souma couldn't help but smirk at the flood of tags mocking the King of Heroes.

So brutal.

Every time an exposé video was released, the internet would ruthlessly dig up his past humiliations.

That guy must be absolutely fuming right now.

Nameless suddenly remembered something important—

Hmm, if he's pissed... would he come after me?

Sure, it was Alaya who released the exposé videos, publicly shaming him with his darkest moments.

But in the end, I was the one who chopped off his elbows!

Twice, no less.

Once against his edgy younger self, and again against Angelica's... generously endowed version of the King of Heroes.

It should be fine.

Souma leaned back lazily on the sofa, watching the video unfold.

After this Camelot Singularity footage was released, he wondered how King Arthur and the others would react.

Would he really have to grab the brat and make a run for it?

"Ugh, I really want to meet Nameless in person—get his autograph, take a photo with him!" Roya sighed wistfully, her voice brimming with longing.

"You're literally looking at him right now."

Souma gave her a strange look.

Back then, a version of him far stronger than this one had sprinted toward her like an overexcited fan meeting their idol, terrified she might slip away!

"Pfft, watching through a screen is nothing. I've met King Arthur, the King of Heroes, the Dark Saint, and Mordred in person!" Roya rolled her eyes.

"Uh, yeah..."

Souma didn't press further.

A handful of Servants was nothing—back then, all of them had been desperate to meet her!

Speaking of which...

Damn you, Alaya. If you really release those videos exposing the brat's true identity and force her to remember everything... what then?

Nameless felt his headache worsening.

This was going to screw everyone over.

Just what the hell was that thing planning?

As he pondered this...

In the video.

After being pulled into the bounded field,

The Lion King's expression remained unchanged: "Mortal, this bounded field is utterly useless against me!"

As a divine being, even when dragged into a bounded field, her power would not be diminished in the slightest.

She could tear it apart at any moment and break free completely!

"It's simple. I don't want others to get hurt, so I'll face you alone!"

Within the bounded field where only the two of them stood, Nameless calmly voiced his thoughts.

Indeed, in reality, there were still Mash, Bedivere, and many other heroic spirits.

If a full-scale battle erupted, facing the terrifying attacks of a divine being, he would be utterly incapable of protecting everyone.

Here, he was the only one who could be hurt!

The Lion King sighed softly, filled with divine pity: "Mortal, all things must pass. Only under my protection can they exist eternally! Do you truly not wish to submit to me?"

"Hmph, that would just mean being turned into a specimen or a figurine—utterly devoid of the value of living!"

Emiya coldly retorted, paying no heed to the other's persuasion.

Hum!

Mana surged wildly in his hands, coalescing into an all-too-familiar golden sword—

[Excalibur!]

"How amusing. You can actually project my holy sword. But alas, you can never replicate the true Sword of Promised Victory—only a hollow imitation!" The Lion King stared intently at the blade.

The holy sword that once belonged to her had long been lost.

Now, she wielded only the holy spear.

But it was enough.

The Lion King brandished the spear, her tone overwhelmingly domineering: "Then let me utterly crush your mortal delusions! Humans can never defeat a god!"

At this moment, the lofty and divine Lion King had no intention of giving her opponent even the slightest chance.

Without hesitation, she began fully unleashing the true power of [Rhongomyniad, the Shining Spear of the End].

If the world of humanity was but a thin layer of skin stretched over the planet's surface,

Then the holy spear was the anchor that pinned this skin to the planet.

Once the spear was fully unleashed, the entire surface of the world would peel away.

And that would mean the extinction of mankind.

But—

The Lion King had already selected those worthy through the Selection.

These chosen ones would forever dwell within the world of the holy spear, untouched by the world's destruction!

The Lion King's cold, imperious voice rang out:

"Thirteen Restraints, release! The Round Table Assembly begins!"

At that moment,

The Knights of the Round Table, once under her command, simultaneously received the summons.

One after another, phantom figures manifested before her—twelve knights in total.

To fully unleash the spear's power, the approval of more than half the knights was required.

Under the gaze of all,

The first knight stepped forward:

"This battle is for survival—approved, Kay!"

As King Arthur's foster brother, Kay would support her unconditionally—even if it was merely someone who resembled her!

"This battle is for noble honor—approved, Gawain!"

The Sun Knight Gawain naturally pledged his unwavering allegiance to the king.

Gripping his Noble Phantasm, he glared coldly at Nameless.

"This battle is for the sake of a fellow warrior—approved, Tristan!"

Tristan, who had been slain by Nameless earlier, stood silently to the side, his response icy.

"This battle is not against the virtuous—approved, Gareth!"

If he dared raise his sword against me, how could he be considered virtuous?

"This battle does not defy humanity—approved, Gaheris!"

My path is the path of humanity—release is permitted!

"This battle is for the pursuit of truth—approved, Agravain!"

Agravain, who had just been slain, stood silently nearby.

Even in death, he believed the king could lead Britain into the future, enduring forever.

In an instant, six of the Thirteen Restraints were approved by the Round Table Knights!

Under the watchful eyes of all,

Mordred answered without hesitation:

"But I refuse! There's nothing I love more than saying 'no' to my self-righteous father! I will never approve!"

Yet after delivering this righteous declaration, she promptly scurried over to stand behind Nameless.

Making faces at the Lion King, her expression the epitome of arrogance.

Countless onlookers were stunned, unable to help but exclaim, "What a clever kid!"

"Apologies, my King, but I refuse!" Lancelot also rejected the call.

His face bore the look of a man ready to die for his cause.

After being jolted awake by his daughter's wall-smashing wake-up call, he could no longer continue aiding tyranny.

Mash, who had inherited Galahad's legacy, answered without hesitation: "I refuse too!"

Even in her phantom state, she raised her shield, standing protectively before her senior.

However.

"It's useless. You cannot stop me from unleashing the Holy Lance!"

The Lion King coldly regarded the Round Table Knights who had refused her, scoffing, "This battle is to save the world—acknowledge it, Arthur!"

To her, defeating the opposition was part of saving humanity and the world, thus justifying the release.

The Thirteen Restraints—instantly, over half were met with seven knights' approval!

Witnessing this, the audience was shocked—

-[Damn, the Lion King counts herself???]

-[This isn't a Round Table discussion—it's a Round Table dictatorship!]

-[What the hell? You can play it like this? Now I get why there are Thirteen Restraints but only twelve knights!]

-[If not for Nameless winning some over beforehand, it would've been fully unleashed instantly!!]

...

Hum!

Under everyone's gaze, the Holy Lance truly erupted with the power to annihilate all.

Cracks began to spread across the entire Reality Marble, unable to withstand its full might.

The Lion King raised the Holy Lance high, her cold, haughty voice resounding: "Shining at the end of the world... the storm anchor that rends the heavens and connects the earth!"

[Rhongomyniad!]

Crack!

The Reality Marble was swiftly torn apart by massive fissures, utterly incapable of enduring the fully unleashed Holy Lance.

This was the anchor of the world—when fully released, it could strip away the world's outer layer, bringing about its destruction.

Hum!

The radiant beam of the Holy Lance crashed down upon the youth.

The Reality Marble shattered instantly, offering no resistance whatsoever!

Countless spectators were overwhelmed by suffocating despair.

No one had expected that even Emiya the Great's enhanced Reality Marble would fail to contain her!

Amid this suffocating despair,

Golden, feather-like motes suddenly enveloped the youth, forming a protective cocoon.

This seemingly fragile defense held firm against the fully unleashed Holy Lance.

It was none other than—

[Avalon!]

The strongest defense in existence, impervious even to Ea!

Truly—facing the Holy Lance head-on!

Nameless raised his hand and declared solemnly, "I am the master of all swords! With my body, I shall forge them all!"

Infinite swords rose into the air.

An enormous furnace appeared, fusing them all together.

In Nameless's hand materialized an ancient yet formidable weapon, embodying the will of countless blades.

Dong~ Dong~ Dong~

As if the tolling of bells echoed madly.

Nameless compressed his magical energy to the extreme, channeling it all into this single strike.

Then,

He swung his sword toward the Lion King: "Hearken, for the evening bell has revealed thy name! O lofty deity, behold the visage of thy downfall!"

Under the breathless gaze of countless onlookers.

A dazzling sword light flashed, seemingly gathering countless sword wills, slashing toward the opponent regardless of space or distance.

The Lion King attempted to block, but the holy spear in her hand was violently knocked away, utterly failing to stop it!

Under her disbelieving gaze, Nameless's sword mercilessly cleaved through her.

The divine aura that once towered above all living beings instantly crumbled and dissipated!

A mighty deity was actually stripped of divinity by his overwhelming slash, reverting back to a mere human!

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