On screen, Naless was smiling just as slyly as the shady rchant opposite him.
Bullet comnts instantly flooded in—
-[Holy shit! A middleman taking the difference!!!]
-[Apply for cultural heritage protection! Quick, before soone else claims it!]
-[I always wondered—if 30% of [Gate of Babylon]’s gems were given to the goddess, where did the remaining 20% go? Turns out Naless pocketed it himself!]
-[Damn, if this hadn’t been exposed, even the King of Heroes probably wouldn’t have known the details.]
...
"Well done, my dear best friend."
Gilgash narrowed his eyes slightly: "I was originally planning to waive your 220 million debt, but it seems you don’t need that money after all!"
Don’t underestimate 30% of the gems.
The treasures within [Gate of Babylon] were initially very few, not even one ten-thousandth of what they are now.
However, over ti, as the oldest king, the King of Heroes had stored nearly every significant treasure in human history.
The power of the contract ensured that no matter how much [Gate of Babylon] expanded, it would always be missing those 30% of gems!
Most crucially, Gilgash had agreed to 30% of the gems, including future additions, but Naless only gave Ishtar 10% from that specific period.
This ant Ishtar received only a tiny fraction, with no claim to future gems.
Naless had effectively secured the full 30% for himself!
No wonder that useless goddess Ishtar was always dirt poor.
Her 21st-century counterpart, Rin Tohsaka, was similarly broke.
If she’d truly received that many gems, how could she possibly be poor?
That damn best friend of his was truly cunning.
He’d outright stolen 30% of his treasury!
Siduri timidly asked from the side: "My king, are you angry?"
"Not at all," Gilgash replied.
"Really not angry?"
"No!"
Siduri glanced at the shattered cup in his hand and fell silent.
Truly the King of Heroes—his words never matched his actions. It seed Souma’s debt was about to skyrocket!
She wondered if Souma could even repay it.
Given that naless heroic spirit’s strength, paying it off should be a breeze.
Surely no one actually believed he’d beco just an ordinary shut-in?
The video continued.
Dr. Roman spoke up: "Naless, you weren’t actually injured, so why did you lie to the King of Heroes?"
As he ate strawberry cake, he answered with a guilty conscience.
After Naless’s conversation with Tiamat, he’d received vast primordial creation energy from her, using it to resurrect the underworld goddess Ereshkigal.
He then channeled the remaining energy to restore the entire world, repairing the Singularity.
Once this was done, his body dissolved into light, vanishing from the sight of Gilgash and everyone else.
However.
Under Tiamat’s protection, he hadn’t sustained even a scratch, let alone sacrificed himself.
Dr. Roman had been about to tell the King of Heroes when Naless bribed him with strawberry cake, asking him to pretend to be grief-stricken.
That was how he’d ended up with strawberry cake stains trailing down his chin.
"Because last ti when severing the connection between humans and gods, I tricked the King of Heroes once. This ti, I’ll continue pretending to have sacrificed myself for the singularity, making him weep with emotion so he’ll forget about that previous deception."
Naless tilted his head at a 45-degree angle. "Don’t worship —after all, I’m just a legend, a nobody!"
"Darling, I get the feeling you just want to look cool," Da Vinci stared at him.
"The showdown between man and god, the Master’s sacrifice—how poetic doesn’t that sound? Isn’t it full of legendary charm?"
Naless chuckled. "Anyway, as long as I don’t tell and you don’t tell, the King of Heroes will never know. Let him stay moved."
Seeing this.
Roya couldn’t help clicking her tongue in amazent: "Naless is truly the Flag Planting General!"
Earlier, when watching the finale of Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia.
Romani Archaman of Chaldea had looked sorrowful while saying Naless was gone, but when tears stread down his face, everyone felt sothing was off.
They all suspected sothing was wrong.
Never would they have imagined that Romani had been bribed by Naless with cake to act, colluding to deceive the King of Heroes!
"..."
Naless’s mouth twitched.
Originally, when facing the gods of the United States, the King of Heroes had rushed over eagerly to help him.
He hadn’t even fled when facing Tiamat, proving far more reliable than those two sister goddesses.
Clearly moved by his performance in the previous singularity, he was practically ready to drink the love potion and pledge himself.
But seeing this now.
That guy probably wants to imitate how he treated rlin—by force-feeding him the love potion!
Damn you, Alaya!
Why show this segnt? You’re clearly trying to screw over!
Most crucially, the King of Heroes knows his location—he can run, but he can’t hide.
Should he go to the Epang Palace and hide with Qin Shi Huang for a while?
...
On screen.
After a brief exchange.
Romani Archaman took a deep breath: "Master and Mash, your mission this ti is to retrieve the Holy Grail and repair the affected Human Order as much as possible."
"The Holy Grail’s exact target is unknown, but it will definitely be sowhere around Greece."
"Then, mobilizing all of Chaldea’s resources—comnce the Spiritron Transfer program!"
"May fortune favor your endeavors!"
Hum~
The magic circle began glowing, sending the two across the tiline to an era more terrifying than Uruk—when all gods walked freely upon the earth!
The scene flashed, and the two of them, along with Fou, appeared in mid-air once again.
This ti, Mash was far more adept as she began her summoning: "Manifest—"
"Lord Calot!"
The magnificent walls of Calot materialized in an instant, shielding the two from all fall damage.
However.
No sooner had they steadied themselves than they noticed a large crowd of people staring dumbfounded at them.
Naless felt a twinge of awkwardness. "Huh, seems like our landing spot was a little off?"
The entire crowd closed in, glaring at them angrily.
Fou wriggled out from Naless’ collar:
"Fou... fou! (You two nearly squished flat!)"
Earlier, when the two had clung to each other, they had almost crushed him into a Fou pancake!
At that mont.
They noticed a group of ragged children behind them, their expressions a mix of fear and unease.
A little girl stepped forward bravely. "Um, are you the heroes who’ve co to save us?"
"Eh? What’s happened to you all?" Mash asked, gripping her shield in confusion.
Sothing was clearly amiss.
Before the children could respond.
The surrounding group of burly n glared at the two and snapped, "Speak! Who are you, daring to ddle in our affairs?"
In the Age of Gods, the air was thick with imnse magical energy, enough to empower even ordinary people.
Not to ntion the demigod heroes who walked the earth, achieving countless great feats.
Even a band of bandits wouldn’t recklessly provoke others—
Afraid of kicking an iron plate.
Naless surveyed the bandits calmly and declared, "I am one who neither changes na nor alters surna. Call Heracles!"
"Eh, Senpai?!" Mash was stunned.
That was the na of the mighty Heracles—how could he just steal it like that?
What was even more peculiar.
The bandits shook their heads, glowering at him. "Never heard of him!"
Countless onlookers burst into laughter in an instant—
-[Neither changes na nor alters surna... Naless really knows how to play the ga!]
-[Congratulations to Heracles for successfully taking the bla!]
-[Heracles earned his na after completing the Twelve Labors, aning "the glory of Hera." Tsk, Naless is pretending to shift bla but is actually flattering Hera!]
-[Is Naless trying to win over the Twelve Olympians?]
-[You’re on the first layer, but Naless is in the stratosphere! He’s probably planning to befriend the Twelve Olympians first, then expel them all when the two pantheons turn on each other!]
...
"Eh? So this is how Naless t Berserker?"
Illya stared at the screen in astonishnt.
Earlier, when she had gained the right to summon Heracles, she had asked him to protect Naless as well.
To which Heracles had agreed without hesitation—clearly, the two were acquainted.
Otherwise, given his overprotective fatherly deanor, he would never have agreed so readily.
"Big Brother must be worried about affecting human history, which is why he used the na Heracles," Miyu speculated in response.
As a Guardian of Human Order, Naless was like a butterfly that had traveled to the past—the slightest flap of its wings could alter the course of human history.
Thus, he had chosen the title of [Naless].
Content to remain unnad, silently safeguarding humanity.
"Maybe. Once we see Naless and Heracles et, the truth will co to light," Illya nodded.
Under their watchful gazes.
The bandits, now certain that Naless was no renowned demigod hero, launched their attack without hesitation.
The battle erupted in an instant.
Mash held her shield, sheltering all the children captured by the bandits behind her.
The walls of Calot manifested once again.
And once more, she shut herself outside the gates, protecting all the children within.
As long as she wasn’t killed, none of the children would suffer the slightest harm!
Truly the strongest, most perfect shield maiden!
anwhile, Naless projected [Kanshou and Byakuya] in his hands, transforming into a blur as he charged fiercely toward the bandits.
This was a massacre!
After confirming the identities of the bandits, Naless showed no rcy, effortlessly slaughtering one enemy after another.
Just then.
From a hidden corner in the distance, a bandit prepared to shoot a sneak arrow at Naless.
Whoosh!
A sharp arrow suddenly whistled from another direction, pinning the bandit brutally against a tree.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
From the depths of the distant forest, a nimble figure abruptly appeared, rapidly firing arrows in a frenzy.
This was a cold-blooded killer who road the woods, each draw of the bowstring guaranteeing the death of another bandit.
In the blink of an eye.
The child-trafficking bandits had been completely wiped out!
Naless sheathed his weapons and gazed toward the forest: "Please co out. We... we should at least be considered allies, I suppose."
At his call.
A figure suddenly appeared, scoffing coldly: "Hmph, I don’t know you at all. We’re not allies!"
The girl had brownish-green hair and erald-green eyes.
She wore a beautiful erald-green dress with black thigh-high stockings.
These anachronistic outfits aside.
She even had a pair of animal ears and a tail, exuding a fantastical charm that seed to belong only in myths.
A catgirl straight out of ani and legends!
Naless smiled and spoke: "Hello, Atalanta. Thank you for helping us rescue these innocent children."
The audience erupted in exclamations—
-[Catgirl! A living, breathing cat-eared girl!]
-[Holy shit, Atalanta, the heroic spirit from Greek mythology, has appeared too!]
-[This is the famous huntress from Greek myths known for her running speed, and she absolutely adores children!]
-[Tsk, Atalanta had a traumatic childhood and hates n. No way Naless can win her over, right?]
-[Hard to say. That guy is a Grand-level beauty!]
In real-world Greece.
A massive children’s rescue center.
Atalanta stared blankly at the screen: "Huh? Why am I appearing too?"
Though she preferred living in the forests as a huntress, after descending into the modern world, she had negotiated with local authorities to establish this large-scale children’s rescue center.
All to help those innocent children.
"You’re a heroic spirit from the Age of Gods in Greece. Isn’t this perfectly normal?"
Beside her, dea, clad in a black sorcerer’s robe, replied calmly.
Though feared by many as the Witch of Betrayal, she had co this ti at Atalanta’s invitation.
She wanted to check if any of the children had the potential to beco magi, hoping to create a small magic academy modeled after China’s Fuyuki Magecraft Academy.
"Oh~"
Atalanta didn’t argue.
Both won hailed from the Greek Age of Gods and had known each other since their days aboard the Argo.
This collaboration was also for the sake of giving the children a better future.
dea smiled knowingly: "Atalanta, I think you’ll be chard by Naless!"
"Impossible!"
Atalanta flatly denied.
Born into royalty yet abandoned on a mountain by her father—a king desperate for a son—simply for being a daughter, she narrowly escaped death.
Fortunately, a mother bear who had lost her own cub found and nursed her, allowing her to survive. Later, under the care and guidance of a hunter, she honed her natural talent and diligence, swiftly becoming a formidable huntress.
From childhood, she worshipped the Goddess of the Hunt—Artemis, the Moon Goddess—becoming her most fervent devotee. She swore an oath to remain eternally pure, vowing never to take a man.
Even when her wretched father later found her and tried to force her into marriage, she refused without hesitation. That incident only deepened her distrust of n.
Given such circumstances, how could she possibly fall for anyone?
No matter how charming Naless might be, he could never sway her heart!
"Oh, are you sure?"
dea lowered her hood, revealing the youthful, adorable face of a maiden, her eyes brimming with amused delight.
Though known in legend as the terrifying Witch of Betrayal, she now appeared as this charming young girl. Ordinary people weren’t even worthy of seeing her like this—only fellow Heroic Spirits of her caliber.
"Of course! By the na of Lady Artemis, I, Atalanta, would sooner be pierced by arrows than ever fall for a man!"
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