Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

Nameless regarded the girl before him and spoke softly, "Your very existence is a sin. The mere sight of you drives humans to madness—you cannot coexist with them!"

"Am I… sinful?"

Abigail tilted her head slightly, her adorable face tinged with sorrow.

She took a step forward, her sweet, childlike voice pleading, "Big brother, come play with me. Come play with Abby."

As she approached, the air itself seemed to reverberate with maddened whispers.

Unseen horrors writhed and howled in the void.

Under the influence of these eerie, terrifying murmurs, Nameless suddenly released his grip on the First Emperor, as if entranced, and stepped toward her.

"Big brother, can you open Abby's lock?"

The little girl looked up at him.

The mysterious black keyhole on her forehead radiated an irresistible allure.

"Are you searching for a key?"

Nameless reached out, placing his hand on her forehead.

His fingertip brushed against the narrow opening of the keyhole—and suddenly, a surge of arcane power erupted.

Something intangible crawled up to the crown of his head in an instant.

No, it wasn't a "something"—it was a sigil, a rune brimming with mysteries that seemed to originate from the Root itself.

It overwhelmed his senses—his hearing, his sight, his touch, even his smell.

One thing was certain: if that door could be opened, it would be the Gate of Truth, a passage straight to the Root!

This could be called the ultimate pursuit of countless magicians.

The Holy Grail War back then was initiated by the Einzbern family using the Third Magic, all to reach the Root!

All participants of the so-called Holy Grail War were merely fuel!

Nameless suddenly stopped, smiling faintly: "Why search for a key? You yourself are the key to open the door to truth!"

"Big brother, you're really interesting. Abby might be starting to like you."

Abigail laughed.

As the spokesperson of an Outer God, everyone feared her to the extreme, not daring to approach at all.

Yet the person before her seemed to have seen through her essence at a glance.

"So, what do you like to eat? For example, soft and fluffy pancakes?"

Nameless suddenly spoke as if chatting with the girl next door, "Cooked with sticky butter, topped with crispy bacon, paired with mashed potatoes drizzled with hot gravy. How does that sound?"

For a moment, countless spectators were stunned.

They couldn't understand why he would say such things.

Surely he didn't think the spokesperson of an Outer God, who brings pollution, madness, and chaos, would enjoy mere human food?

Too bizarre!

Nameless's words were so peculiar they defied imagination.

However.

All viewers were even more shocked to discover that the mysterious and powerful little girl was actually drooling!

Abigail exclaimed in surprise: "Eh, big brother, how did you know I like these?"

"Because I'm very good at cooking and can tell what others like to eat," Nameless smiled.

In this exchange.

The terrifying hostility that had surrounded them seemed to slowly dissipate.

Abigail's figure also gradually faded, leaving only one last sentence—

"Big brother, I will definitely find you. Don't forget to treat me then~"

The crisis brought by the Outer God was thus resolved by Nameless.

The onlookers who saw this all knelt in admiration—

-[Damn, truly the Grand Beauty, even the Outer God's spokesperson can be charmed!]

-[This is really NB! Speechless, kneeling to Nameless!]

-[This is a bit embarrassing to say, but when I saw Abigail's keyhole, I suddenly couldn't help but get excited...]

-[Hey hey, while human preferences are free, yours is just too weird. See a doctor!]

-[Everyone, don't think about doing anything to the keyhole! FBI, open the door!]

...

In the living room.

Roya looked shocked: "Even the Outer God's spokesperson was charmed by Nameless?"

It was unbelievable.

She had thought that once Abigail, the Outer God's spokesperson, appeared, she would surely cause Nameless a series of troubles.

Yet, with just a few casual words, Nameless charmed her and dissolved her hostility.

Roya declared firmly: "Confirmed, Nameless is a lolicon. Otherwise, how could he be so adept at loli psychology?"

"Uh..."

Souma was momentarily stunned.

How could I, the Master who saved humanity, be such a gentleman?

Accurately guessing what she liked was purely because I've read the script!

After all, in my previous life, I had summoned Abigail and raised her like a daughter.

As a father, isn't it normal to know your daughter's preferences?

How could I be like those perverts who want to do something to the keyhole?

Tsk, a bunch of degenerates. Don't you know the bubble that pets daughters is watching too!

Souma looked at the barrage of comments and deeply felt that humanity was doomed.

In the eyes of that terrifying evil god, Abby was truly treated like a daughter.

Even Abigail's EX-rank Noble Phantasm—

[Qliphoth Rhizome]

was powered by a fraction of that entity's strength, making it overwhelmingly powerful to the point of being nearly impossible to resist. It could utterly annihilate you on a soul-deep level, driving you into madness.

A genuine Anti-World Noble Phantasm!

"The Nameless Lolicon..."

Illya suddenly felt a little happy.

If that were truly the case, then it meant she too might have a chance to walk down the aisle with him someday?

Besides, she was now a bona fide legal loli.

Absolutely no issues there!

The problem was... yet another rival had appeared?

And this time, it was the most mysterious and terrifying emissary of an eldritch god?

Illya's emotions were complicated at the moment.

This guy's charm was downright terrifying!

First the First Emperor, and now the emissary of an eldritch god—just how many more was he planning to conquer?

Miyu, however, was utterly delighted. "As expected of Onii-chan. Even the emissary of an eldritch god couldn't resist him."

His cooking was truly the best in the world.

No matter how hard she tried, she could never hope to match it.

Whenever he cooked, all she could do was assist from the sidelines...

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After the emissary of the eldritch god departed,

the eerie, otherworldly aura shrouding the grand hall dissipated completely.

The First Emperor fixed his gaze on Nameless. "We have always loved humanity, always protected them, striving to grant them eternal peace and happiness. Tell Us—have We erred?"

"You have not. All of it was merely an attempt to forge a path toward the future."

Contrary to expectations, Nameless—who should have rebuked him—answered thus.

"Was I not wrong?"

Qin Shi Huang was stunned by the words.

As a rebellious disciple who had drawn his sword against his teacher, how could his teacher say he wasn't wrong?

"Indeed. You severed the root of chaos and established the eternal peace of the Qin Empire."

Nameless sighed softly. "Everything—absolutely everything—was shouldered by you alone."

Bearing all responsibility.

Bearing the fate and future of Qin.

For over 2,600 years, Qin Shi Huang had carried it all.

A terrifying miracle unprecedented in history.

Under such a crushing burden, even the so-called workaholic Sage Kings like Shan Hai and Zhuge Liang paled in comparison.

Because, for over two millennia, Qin Shi Huang had worked relentlessly—twenty-four hours a day, without rest!

Everything, without exception, was borne by him alone.

Could such a man truly be called a tyrant?

Clearly not.

"Extremes beget reversal. You bore everything, but in doing so, you robbed all others of the need to think, erasing the future entirely."

Nameless looked at him with helplessness. "Like an overindulgent parent who does everything for their child—how can the child possibly grow?"

"Does Pan-Human History truly hold hope? War, famine, pollution, plunder... the darkest aspects of humanity play out in full. I see no hope at all!" Qin Shi Huang replied calmly.

The ugliness of human nature.

It was destined to bring endless calamity.

This time, he had chosen to shoulder it all alone, to control the very root of human intellect.

"If there is war, end it. If there is famine, grow food. If there is pollution, clean it—not cower in fear and refuse to face it!"

Nameless answered with utmost seriousness. "It is imperfection that makes us human. Perfection belongs only to machines!"

"Zheng, Pan-Human History may not be beautiful, but do not give up—never give up!"

"You must take this imperfect Pan-Human History and shape it into the world you desire!"

"Even if I must burn myself out, I will light the path to the future for you! That is the final lesson I wish to teach you!"

From beginning to end, he had never truly intended to kill the other.

Nor had he arrogantly declared this Lostbelt a mistake.

Everything was a choice leading to the future—just along different paths.

Yet the truth proved that Qin Shi Huang's path led only to ruin, with no future at all.

Thus, he would stop him at all costs!

"But you would have me abandon this world—abandon the eternal peace of Qin!"

Qin Shi Huang's crimson eyes bore into him.

To let go would mean the complete annihilation of Qin.

Nameless sighed. "I'm sorry, but I have no other choice."

"There—the Fusang Divine Tree, the so-called Fantasy Tree of your Lostbelt—is guarded by that fox."

Suddenly, Qin Shi Huang pointed eastward. "Go and defeat her! Let me see this 'hope' of Pan-Human History!"

"Very well."

Nameless nodded.

The Fantasy Tree was the absolute core of the Lostbelt.

Born from the divergence of human history, its purpose was to reset the Earth and create a new mythology.

Once rooted, it would begin eroding Pan-Human History, vying for sole legitimacy.

Thus, to end the Lostbelt, the tree must be felled.

Cut it down, and the entire Lostbelt would vanish!

Without needing to be told, his greatest mission here was to destroy the tree.

The scene shifted.

A towering tree, its entire body crystalline like jade, filled the entire screen, reaching up to the heavens and down to the earth.

It was as if it were the center of the world.

All things revolved around it.

At the very top of its canopy, a dazzling radiance illuminated the world.

It was like a sun—so blinding that no one could look directly at it.

No,

its brilliance surpassed even the sun, reigning supreme above all else.

Yet, upon closer inspection, one could see that within that blinding radiance stood a woman whose beauty could enchant all living beings.

Behind her, nine tails swayed gently, exuding an overwhelming, boundless might.

This was the fully manifested Beast of Cherishment—

Tamamo-no-Mae, the White-Faced, Golden-Haired Nine-Tailed Fox!