Fate: Nameless Hero

"This is my [True God Domain], the greatest masterpiece jointly created by the Lighthouse Gods—how could you just stroll in so casually?"

Inside, the God of War was raging in disbelief.

The [True God Domain] was a space where he reigned supreme, where even Nameless had been forcefully suppressed.

And yet now, this newcomer had simply walked in—and was brazenly stripping away his control of it.

Who could this possibly be?

Could it really be the Mother Goddess of Creation herself?

The God of War was struck dumb with shock.

Before him stood a woman, her tall, slender figure wrapped in an ocean-blue robe as elegant as the sea itself.

On her head, massive dragon horns extended out to either side.

Her violet-red eyes bore the unique shape of a cross for pupils.

Behind her, a long dragon tail covered in blue scales extended from her robe, exuding an otherworldly allure.

Behind her back, a portal had opened—beyond it, a void.

A void so absolute that even the concepts of space and time could not exist there.

No doubt about it.

It really was her!

The God of War was completely certain now.

Only she could accomplish something like this!

The massive, blood-red mech body of the God of War—several dozen meters tall—began trembling uncontrollably before this seemingly gentle and beautiful woman.

The sight was absurd and unreal.

The God of War clearly wanted to force himself to stand firm, but it was impossible.

Every instinct tied to his divinity was screaming a warning so overwhelming it made him step back again and again.

Every Divine Authority and Noble Phantasm he carried blared in alarm.

If he dared to attack this beautiful woman, there would be only one outcome—

Absolute, undeniable, death.

The woman didn't spare him a single glance. Her violet-red eyes remained fixed only on the man across from her.

Her gentle, melodious voice rang out: "Aaaaa..."

The God of War couldn't understand this voice.

It was clearly the unique language of the primordial laws themselves.

Only beings on the level of a Chief God—or a ruler of the world—could comprehend it!

However—

Sanjiro understood her words perfectly.

She was saying—

"I've found you, Nameless~"

I'm screwed!

In that instant, Sanjiro felt even more fear than the God of War.

Let's not forget—he had been putting off Tiamat for years, never once going to the Imaginary Number Space to keep her company.

Now she had come looking for him herself!

This was bad news!

Facing a false God of War in the Ares Mech Body, no matter how dangerous, there was always a sliver of hope for survival.

He could always unleash his final trump card, taking the other down with him.

After all, if Sanjiro died, he'd just end up working for Alaya—it wasn't like he'd truly disappear.

But!

When it came to a Beast of Humanity… he wouldn't even get the chance to work for Alaya. She could wipe out his Saint Graph entirely!

With her arrival—

The entire [True God Domain] was now being forcibly suppressed by her conceptual authority. Even the God of War himself could no longer control it.

And this—this was just a tiny fragment of the Mother Goddess's power, still restrained by her own [Self-Sealing].

Her true body remained in the Imaginary Number Space.

Otherwise, the moment she descended, the [True God Domain] would collapse entirely—

And Fuyuki City would be destroyed along with it!

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Meanwhile—

In Academy City, the two who were watching the video were equally stunned.

Tamamo no Mae, upon seeing the God of War reveal his true form, couldn't help blurting out:

"So the Council of Gods really does have a Gundam?"

She had originally assumed "mechanical ascension" meant he had modified himself into a robot, achieving a sort of cyberpunk look.

Never did she expect he'd skip straight to the end—transforming into a colossal Gundam dozens of meters tall, something out of anime!

"Yes. This is the shed husk of the Twelve Olympian Gods." Merry's expression grew grave.

She had thought Nameless was doomed.

But!

An unexpected turn occurred.

The battle broadcast they were watching suddenly dissolved into static, the image breaking up completely.

Merry reached out and tapped the display, trying to restore it.

Bzzzt~

The image abruptly returned—only to reveal a pair of violet-red cross-shaped eyes staring directly at her.

Merry suddenly felt pain in her liver, her heart, her stomach, her backside… her whole body seemed to ache at once.

Memories came rushing back—of the time she'd been slapped into pieces, utterly destroyed.

Merry couldn't help crying out:

"It's the Mother Goddess of Creation!!!"

"No way! How could she possibly descend in person?" Tamamo no Mae was just as shocked.

That was the most terrifying, most dreadful Beast of Humanity. If she descended, who could possibly stop her?

"Well, that's it. Nameless is absolutely dead this time!"

Merlin took a deep breath, forcing her trembling body to calm.

He had clearly promised her he'd visit the Imaginary Number Space to accompany her.

It was precisely that promise that had led the Mother Goddess to entrust him with all her power—so that he could restore the Singularity.

And yet Nameless had broken his word!

The wrath of a Beast of Humanity after thousands of years of solitude… there was no way he could withstand it!

"Doesn't this mean Nameless is definitely going to get smacked to death?"

Tamamo no Mae spoke in a daze.

She hadn't even gotten him to kneel and submit yet—and now it was all over?

"Trust me—he's absolutely done for!"

Merry confidently vouched for it.

The last time the Mother Goddess appeared, she had nearly destroyed Uruk, causing the collapse of Human Order.

Now, after being betrayed once more—and with all her fury focused on a single man—

If he doesn't die, who will?

The only question now was… what type of wood does he want for his coffin, mahogany or oak?

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Splash~

Within the [True God Domain], the sound of rolling waves suddenly echoed.

Blue ocean water spread outward, wrapping around the Mother Goddess's bare, crystalline-white feet.

The aura of the primordial sea filled the entire space.

Her voice was incomparably gentle, as if murmuring right in Sanjiro's ear—

"I… have come… to see you…"

On her flawless face, it was as if a soft smile bloomed.

Like a mother seeing her mischievous runaway child, still full of boundless tolerance.

In the distance, Enkidu—who was still binding the God of War's clone—also stared at her blankly.

At that moment, Enkidu suddenly realized…

In the previous extra chapter "Mother Goddess of Creation," she had translated the Mother Goddess's words—

"Aaaaa (Take my eyes and walk the mortal world.)"

"Aaaaa (Child, I have always been watching you, because you are my eyes.)"

Kingu had been created using Enkidu's body.

The two could be considered two sides of the same coin.

Which meant—

The Mother Goddess could also see the world through her eyes?

Enkidu suddenly understood.

After the video was released, she had been completely restored from her collapse—Allowing the Mother Goddess to see the human world once more, using her as a beacon!

"Then all those times I secretly looked at Nameless's body… the Mother Goddess saw them too?"

Enkidu's emotions were a tangled mess.

She had spent every day wrapped around Sanjiro, knowing his body better than he did himself.

Down to every last detail.

But now she realized—the Mother Goddess had seen everything!

Not to mention that in the previous Singularity, she had betrayed the Mother Goddess, choosing to sacrifice herself rather than free her, sealing her with the Chains of Heaven.

Enkidu realized she was absolutely doomed!

Last time, it had only been thanks to the Mother Goddess holding back that the miracle of a one-hour seal had been possible.

If it had been the fully enraged Mother Goddess, she wouldn't have lasted even a second!

Splash~

The deep blue sea continued to ripple outward, spreading with each step she took.

Tiamat's blue dragon tail swayed gently as she walked barefoot across the water—

Until she stood before Sanjiro.

At that moment, the entire space seemed to freeze.

The God of War, who had been retreating step by step, finally stopped and shouted in a mechanical voice:

"It's him! It's him! He's the one who deceived you!"

Whatever happened, the key was to direct the Mother Goddess's fury toward Nameless first.

This plan was foolproof.

No one understood a Beast of Humanity better than him!

The Mother Goddess had descended in force, here to demand justice from Nameless—let's see how he survives now.

Daring to deceive her? No matter how many trump cards he had, survival was impossible!

Sanjiro shot him a sideways glare out of the corner of his eye.

"Damn, you're just a thief stealing a gods' powers, what are you jumping around for?"

Clearly, this guy was determined to get him killed. And along with him, the entire Council of Gods wanted to capture him and use him as a lab rat!

Sanjiro could understand their reasoning though.

After all, he was practically a living human history.

Dissecting him was like studying the whole history of humanity, enough to make them complete the Twelve Olympian Gods—

Maybe even go beyond them.

Still… better focus on surviving this crisis first.

Sanjiro spoke awkwardly:

"Sorry. After the final battle, my Saint Graph was shattered. I lost most of my power and couldn't go to the Imaginary Number Space to accompany you."

"I'm really sorry. I broke my promise."

Before the Mother Goddess of Creation, he gave up any thought of resistance or escape—he just apologized directly.

He flaked, and that's the truth.

Forget the Mother Goddess—even if you flake on an ordinary person, you apologize first.

Everyone knows the fate of a pigeon is to end up on the fire, simmered into pigeon soup.

Yeah… I'm done for.

With that, Sanjiro closed his eyes and gave up resisting.

Tiamat stepped forward and placed her palm on his head.

Seeing this—

The God of War's purple eyes lit up with excitement.

Here it comes—the true headpat execution!

Just a bit more pressure and she could crush his head like a grape!

Or pluck it off and use it as a ball!

Even Merry and Tamamo, watching from the sidelines, couldn't bear to look.

This was definitely the end.

With the Mother Goddess's terrifying power, there was no way he could resist.

However—

To everyone's surprise—

That hand didn't crush his head, nor did it pluck it off to kick around.

Instead, it gently stroked his head—softly, as if petting a kitten.

The God of War's mindset collapsed instantly.

"He betrayed you! He never went to the Imaginary Number Space to find you! Why won't you kill him?"

Impossible!

In the past, her fury had nearly destroyed all humanity—why forgive a single human?

"Aaaaa (That's why I came to find him!)"

Tiamat didn't even glance at the God of War.

She stretched out both arms, embracing Sanjiro—so small compared to her—in her arms.

"Aaaaa (Come with me. You've protected them long enough. It's time to rest.)"

"…"

Sanjiro's cheek pressed against her soft body, his emotions a tangled mess.

After the videos were released, countless people praised his achievements and idolized him. But very few could understand the hardships and struggles he had gone through.

Yet Tiamat only said gently—

"Child, you've worked hard enough. You can rest now. Leave everything to me."

Even after he flaked on her, she still treated him with such kindness.

Such a gentle Mother Goddess.

Too bad… he still couldn't rest.

Sanjiro lifted his head with some difficulty, meeting her violet-red cross-shaped eyes. "Sorry. There may be even greater disasters ahead. I can't rest yet."

If gods could descend into the human world, then so could the Beasts of Humanity.

Everything pointed to the ultimate disaster approaching.

He could go to the Imaginary Number Space with Tiamat, live eternally. But he couldn't just sit by and watch others face the threat!

Illya, Miyu, Shikotei, Artoria, Mordred, Gilgamesh, (etc.)…

Each had been by his side for a very long time. They were already family and friends to him. How could he run away when a crisis was coming to the world?

Tiamat held him in one arm, as if afraid he'd run.

With her other hand, she gently poked his cheek.

Bzzzt\\~

A mysterious power bloomed, revealing the state of his body.

His entire form was covered in countless cracks.

Like a doll long broken but forcefully pieced back together.

On his body, countless lines intertwined.

Just looking at them made the God of War feel as if he were seeing all six thousand years of human history, countless timelines, countless worlds.

He saw the vast expanse of Human Order, the past and future of mankind… he saw everything!

The God of War's eyes filled with madness and greed.

Nameless's value was even greater than he had overestimated—by countless times!

Even more than the divine mechs—he was worth the Council of Gods paying any price to capture.

If they could obtain him, they could decipher humanity's ultimate code, reaching all the way to the level of a Beast of Humanity!

Yet in the face of such priceless value—

Tiamat only looked at him more gently.

"Aaaaa (As I thought… you love humanity as I do… does it still hurt?)"

Walking alone in the dark, silently guarding all of human history—his body long broken, yet no one truly saw it.

He was so much like her.

After rebooting the world and creating a future for humanity, the world no longer needed his protection.

In the Age of Heroes—

Countless heroes he had saved now stood in the spotlight, basking in worship. Only he remained in silence, nameless, with no one remembering.

It was when she had seen him back then that Tiamat had chosen to treat him gently.

Because—he was her only kindred spirit.

A child similar to her.

Willing to be scarred and still love humanity.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. It's already starting to heal," Sanjiro replied with a smile.

Bzzzt~

Light flared at Tiamat's fingertips as vast magical energy poured into his shattered body.

The majestic power of the Mother Goddess of Creation surged to restore his form.

However—

His wounds exceeded her limit to heal. No matter how much power she pushed, they could not be completely cured.

These were wounds from the world's reboot, scars from the Root itself—even Alaya couldn't fully repair them!

Hadn't even the so-called magical-grade defense of Avalon been shattered to pieces?

Sanjiro sighed softly.

He had known this would be the outcome, yet he still felt a twinge of disappointment. At that moment, he vaguely understood why Alaya kept releasing the exposure videos.

It was clearly trying to use the faith of Human Order to heal him bit by bit.

Unfortunately, these injuries had been caused by working for that black-hearted capitalist in the first place!

And now it wanted him to be grateful?

In its dreams!

Working for them again? Absolutely not!

At this point—

The completely ignored God of War was fuming to the point of exploding.

This was supposed to be his True God Domain—so why did he feel like the outsider?

The God of War snorted coldly:

"Nameless, aren't you supposed to be the great hero who protects humanity? Why are you cowering in your mom's arms like a frightened child?"

If Tiamat made a move, death was certain.

So he had to provoke Nameless into a one-on-one fight!

"Oh, you're still here, you thief who stole the Greek gods' powers?" Sanjiro looked at him calmly.

With the strongest "Beast of Humanity healer" here, even without a repaired Saint Graph, his power had skyrocketed.

Under his contemptuous gaze—

The God of War's face flushed even redder.

"You can't just throw around baseless accusations!" he snapped.

"Tch, I saw it myself—you Americans stole the husk of the Greek gods and almost got wrecked by their lingering power." Sanjiro said, increasingly disdainful.

Boom!

Blood-red mist spread from the mech's body, the crimson armor glowing even darker.

The mechanical voice roared back:

"That was just a pile of ownerless relics—a gift from the Root! We just happened to discover them. That's not stealing!"

Those locals—living at the foot of Mount Olympus—didn't even realize they were sitting on a treasure vault.

If not for them discovering it, who knows how many more years it would have slept.

They had helped dig up the treasure and put it to use.

In fact, the locals should be grateful to them!

These words made Merry and Tamamo, who were secretly watching, burst out laughing.

Tamamo shook her head with a smirk.

"The so-called Council of Gods are pathetic—they don't even dare to admit it!"

"After all, that's how they built their foundation. It's perfectly normal. With the Start of the Age of Heroic Spirits, they turned there eyes from Middle East's oil rich land to a much grater value—the mechanical bodies of Olympian Gods." Merry said, entirely unsurprised.

Just thinking about the origins of United States made it obvious—this was how they had operated from the very start.(Double standard are we?)

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Inside the [True God Domain]—

Sanjiro's disdain for these thieves only deepened. "Oh? You massacred all the locals, so why don't you commit suicide in atonement?"

Truly executioners born from pirate blood—treating robbery and plunder as if they were divine blessings.

An "accidental discovery"?

The locals of Olympus had clearly helped these Americans explore and search—only to be slaughtered and silenced.

You killed all the locals, so now it's considered "ownerless property"?

Tiamat turned her gaze toward the God of War.

"Aaaaa (Noisy insect. Should I crush it?)"

Under her violet-red eyes, the God of War, who had been about to argue back, suddenly felt every hair on his body stand on end.

The gap between him and this terrifying being was greater than the gap between him and an ordinary human!

The vast, oceanic force of her power… the unreachable scale of her Beast-class Saint Graph… left him with not even a sliver of hope to escape!

"No need. I'll handle it myself," Sanjiro shook his head in refusal.

He had already failed to keep his promise to go to the Imaginary Number Space—if he let her take action now, his conscience would weigh heavy.

Earlier, Tiamat's infusion of Creation energy had healed all his injuries—

And restored part of his strength. He should be able to confront this false god head-on.

After he refused her offer—

Tiamat's violet-red eyes fixed on him.

"Aaaaa (As the Mother Goddess of Creation, I can heal you in another way. So… will you drink the source of life?)"

".... Huh?"