Fate: Nameless Hero

Hey everyone, Translator san here.

First of all, sorry for the unstable update these past few days. College decided to test my sanity, and I've been buried under lessons, advanced studies, codes and even preparing for a debate this upcoming next week.

Bruh, its only the first month of class, why they have to go hard for us freshmen's T-T.

To make things worse, my classes start at 7:30/8 AM and don't let me go until 7 PM… only tad bit short and I'll be living in my school.

Can't even read shit anymore.

But don't worry, I haven't forgotten about translations, but its not the same daily update anymore.

I hope yall understand.

Xiao~

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Sanjiro froze for a moment, stunned. Subconsciously, he asked,

"What did you just say?"

Tiamat still looked at him gently, spreading her arms and pulling him into an embrace.

In that instant, there was no need for any further explanation.

Sanjiro's emotions became complicated.

Here he was—a man who had walked through the entire span of human history—not some infant, yet this was how she intended to treat him.

And honestly—

He couldn't refuse at all!

The War God stood at the side, his face full of confusion.

So… what exactly did she mean?

He couldn't understand a word of the Beast of Humanity's language, yet the Beast could understand him perfectly, refuting him every time without leaving any room to answer.

Damn it! If only he understood the Beast's language, he could negotiate and talk terms!

At that moment, the War God finally understood why the Goddess of Wisdom always mocked him.

Turns out… learning an extra language really was important!

Tiamat gently patted Sanjiro's back, her voice becoming even softer.

"Aaaaa (I possess the Authority to create all things and nurture all life. Now, let me treat you with this power for the first time.)"

"But… this is the outside world!"

Sanjiro felt his cheeks flush slightly red.

Right in front of them was a Machine God, locked in a deadly battle. Nearby was Enkidu, still not fully recovered, who had been following him closely.

This… would be a bad influence on the kids!

Tiamat softly replied,

"Aaaaa (I can block all outside gazes from seeing~)"

"…Alright then, I'll just drink a tiny bit." Sanjiro nodded.

Don't misunderstand.

As a gentleman, he wasn't craving anything improper from the Beast of Humanity.

He purely wanted to heal his battered body—and, of course, see just how far the Mother of Creation's power could go.

It was all for recovery!

Swoooosh—

Tiamat waved her hand, and the surrounding azure sea surged wildly, completely enveloping the two of them.

Even though he was wrapped in seawater, Sanjiro felt a deep sense of comfort and safety.

It was as if he had returned to the very origin of life.

Enkidu, seeing him swallowed by the water and slowly disappearing from her sight, instantly panicked.

"Nameless!!!"

Clang—!

Golden chains shot forth, trying to pierce through the water's prison to pull him back.

But it was useless.

That seemingly fragile blue water was protected by a barrier-like layer with the strength of a world's wall, completely unbreakable to her.

Only now did Enkidu realize how absurd Tiamat's defenses truly were.

If she had fought at full strength back then, there was no way Enkidu could have bound her.

The War God froze, then asked suspiciously,

"So… did Tiamat just eat Nameless?"

He could clearly see that Nameless had been completely swallowed by the blue sea, his figure vanishing without a trace.

The problem was…

The most terrifying and corrosive waters before were the black ones.

Judging by their earlier interactions, Tiamat didn't seem like she would devour Nameless outright.

Could it be… she wanted to corrupt him?

The War God's expression turned grim.

As the saying goes—

Blackened means power x10, redeemed means power ÷3!

In the earlier Absolute Demonic Front footage, the blackened Ushiwakamaru's combat power had skyrocketed.

She'd even gained terrifying resurrection abilities, like an unkillable cockroach.

Even Nameless' Unlimited Blade Works couldn't truly finish her off.

But it didn't matter—

The War God had come this time carrying the power of the Divine Authorities!

—

Meanwhile, in Academy City, Merry and Tamamo-no-Mae were watching the broadcast.

Suddenly, the screen in front of them fizzled into static, turning to a no signal screen.

A delicate hand slowly extended through the illusionary screen—lightly slapping at them.

Smack! Smack!

One strike landed, sending Merry flying.

The overwhelming force crushed all her defenses, slamming hard into her face.

Her petite body rolled painfully across the ground.

Merry clutched her swelling cheek in shock. "Ah—this familiar slap… it really is the Mother of Creation!"

Back in the Singularity, when Tiamat hadn't fully awakened, Merry had tried to trap her in an eternal slumber with illusions.

But then Nameless and the others defeated Gorgon, fully awakening her.

One slap.

Just one slap had turned Merry into dust on the spot—

Forcing her to start the Grand Marathon from Britain to Uruk.

Tamamo looked at the pained figure rolling on the floor, stunned.

"Lucky for you she held back. If she'd struck with full force, you wouldn't just be 'Merry-chan'—you'd be Merry paste!"

This wasn't a fan nickname—

It meant literal paste.

"Yes… if she really wanted to erase me, that slap would've been like a nuclear detonation, wiping out all of Fuyuki City!" Merry still shuddered at the thought.

Lucky for her, Tiamat didn't want to casually slaughter humans—that was the only reason she'd survived.

Tamamo asked curiously,

"So… what exactly is Tiamat saying?"

"I don't know…"

Merry shook her head.

She couldn't understand a word either.

But judging by Nameless' reaction—was she feeding him some kind of black mud, or healing elixir?

Merry's gaze shifted far away.

"Miyu, who escaped earlier, has already notified the First Emperor!"

"Looks like… I'll have to go to the scene too."

Tamamo didn't look too eager to go.

But as the Headmistress, not going would be an even bigger problem!

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Inside the [True God Domain]

The azure sea completely enveloping Sanjiro began to slowly recede.

The two figures hidden from the War God's and Enkidu's sight gradually emerged again.

On Sanjiro's body, patches of scales briefly appeared—only to vanish in the next moment.

It was the power of Tiamat's Sea of Life pouring into him, merging the ability of the [Platinum Dragon] into him and greatly strengthening his passive defenses.

Though his skin still looked human, he could now ignore any attack below A-rank.

He'd also inherited Tiamat's [Monstrous Strength], his power skyrocketing.

Sanjiro lightly wiped the corner of his mouth, bowing his head in gratitude.

Hic~

"Thank you, Mother of Creation."

Through the original life-creating power she'd poured into him, his shattered Saint Graph had been bound back together—there was now real hope of complete restoration.

In Greek myth—

Heracles had been nursed by the queen goddess Hera, which gave him incredible strength.

Sanjiro never imagined he'd receive even greater treatment—

The nourishment of the Beast of Humanity herself!

Straight from the source!

As expected of the Mother of Creation—he'd recovered nearly a tenth of his peak power!

"Looks like you're ready then?" The War God's gaze turned cold.

He could sense it—Nameless' strength had taken a huge leap. Unfortunately for him… it wouldn't matter.

It wouldn't matter at all!

For a god, such an increase in strength only turned the opponent into a bigger ant.

The War God's massive mechanical body stepped forward.

"Let me shatter the pride you hold so dearly!"

"Then come, false god—let us battle!"

Sanjiro flexed his body lightly, feeling the long-lost surge of strength returning. He smiled.

"This time… we won't fight for victory or defeat. We'll fight for life or death!"

"You can't possibly think you can oppose a true god, can you?"

The War God burst out laughing.

His thirty-meter-tall crimson mechanical body looked down at the small human below.

As the one who inherited the War God's power, all he ever sought was battle.

No matter the opponent—fight first, ask questions later!

The War God's blade blazed with a crimson pillar of light, brimming with endless violent killing intent.

It was none other than the divine weapon—

[Sword of the War God]

Infused with the War God's own divine authority, even a casual swing carried destruction on the level of a missile.

At full power, a single strike could rival a nuclear explosion.

And yet—

To his astonishment, his opponent also swung a slender longsword, daring to block him head-on!

He poured energy into his sword madly.

"Then die!"

"I think you are the one who will die! Ex—calibur!!!"

In Sanjiro's hands, the projected holy sword erupted into a towering pillar of light, clashing head-on in unstoppable force.

BOOM!

The colossal divine blade collided with the projected golden sword in Nameless' hands.

At ground zero, it was as if a mushroom cloud bloomed—the entire domain trembled violently.

The blinding crimson radiance swallowed the surroundings whole.

Enkidu, just about to step forward to help, was stunned to see platinum scales flash over Sanjiro's body. Bathed in crimson flames, he emerged completely unharmed.

She immediately understood.

"This is Mother's dragon defense—along with the Human Order Dragon!"

The Mother of Creation, Tiamat, in her true form was the primordial dragon.

And earlier, Shikotei had appointed Sanjiro as the Empire's Imperial Teacher, granting him part of the Human Order Dragon's power.

Two pinnacle forces fused within him, becoming an unbreakable defense able to withstand devastating attacks.

It was clear—Tiamat had taken him away earlier and strengthened him without holding anything back.

"Even I never received such power… you really are her true favored child."

Enkidu felt no jealousy—only heartfelt joy for him.

Because if you fear pain, then max out your defense!

Don't forget—Tiamat's defenses were strong enough that even gods could not break them.

The War God's massive mech form exuded a blood-red mist.

"There will always be ants crawling on the ground, daring to provoke the gods above! Then witness—the true grandeur of a god!"

He opened his mouth, unleashing a terrifying roar that swept across the entire domain.

The ferocious roar conjured visions before Enkidu's eyes—mountains of corpses, seas of blood, endless war and carnage.

It was the War God's divine authority—

An attack that weakened the enemy's defenses on all fronts, sowing terror and forcing submission at the god's feet!

Unfortunately—it had no effect on Sanjiro.

The combined powers of Tiamat and the Dragon of Human Order rendered him immune to all forms of mental intimidation.

Dragon's might, god's might—he ignored them all.

Behind him, the golden shadow of a divine dragon appeared once more. In a low voice, Sanjiro murmured,

"Azure World."

Hum—

Waves of azure light rippled outward, freezing space and time in an instant.

Time… stopped!

Even the mighty War God could only rely on his divinity to force his body to move with extreme difficulty.

"Too slow… far too slow!"

Sanjiro dashed forward in a blur, slashing hard at the War God's thick mechanical leg.

CLANG!

A metallic shriek rang out, enough to set one's teeth on edge—the strike failed to cut through completely.

But that didn't matter.

Sanjiro's figure became lightning, moving at an unbelievable speed, his sword flashing repeatedly against the War God's body.

Even the mighty War God could only take the blows helplessly.

At last, time's flow resumed.

The War God roared furiously.

"Damn insect! Do you think just because you have Her power you can stand against me?!!"

Crimson energy gathered madly upon his sword.

In that moment, he began burning his very essence—willing to pay any price to defeat his foe.

As the War God drew on his power, cracks began to form across the domain's space.

Through those cracks, the outside could finally see within.

A golden figure stood atop a streetlamp, smiling.

"So, the so‑called God of War dares to set foot here, seeking his own end?"

The King of Heroes had arrived!

After using his Clairvoyance to catch glimpses of the battle, he'd run straight from his hotel without hesitation.

Gilgamesh looked at the massive crimson mech with an even brighter smile. "My dear friend… just beg me. Beg me, and I'll join forces with you to cut him down!"

"No need. Just stand there and watch."

Sanjiro smiled and refused without hesitation.

Gilgamesh's willingness to act against the entire Council of Gods without a second thought—truly worthy of the proud King of Heroes.

Hum—

Golden portals swirled around Gilgamesh.

"Oh? Do you want this king to lend you a weapon then?"

The crimson, glowing Ea rotated gently within a gate, its power creating more cracks in the domain.

"Thanks… but this is between him and me. I won't drag you into it."

Sanjiro offered his thanks, but still refused firmly.

At this moment, Gilgamesh was not alone—

Behind him stood all of Uruk.

If the Council of Gods targeted him, war would erupt once more, and countless of his citizen will be dragged as collateral.

"You're still the same as ever…" Gilgamesh frowned slightly.

This man had been so headstrong since the moment they'd met.

One word from him, and the King would stand at his side to shred this arrogant god—

So why refuse this King's help?

As one used as the gods' tool, the wedge of heaven itself, Gilgamesh despised the gods from the depths of his soul.

At that moment, another figure appeared silently at his side.

Wearing a magnificent crown, the breathtakingly beautiful face smiled.

"Because… that is just how Teacher is."

"Oh? You arrived even later than this king."

Gilgamesh glanced at him slightly.

This was his territory—yet he had come later than an outsider like him.

"United States deliberately blocked my presence. Being late is natural."

Shikotei explained casually, his crimson eyes locking onto the figure within the domain's rift.

"Teacher, step aside—let me ensure he never leaves!"

Since he had come, there was no going back!

Shikotei's crimson eyes burned with fury.

To attack Teacher on MY soil—

It seemed these so-called lofty gods truly did not understand what it meant to provoke the wrath of Mine!

Above the sky—

The Heavenly Court defense system fully deployed.

All 108 Heroic Spirits received their summons.

In that instant, the vast war machine of the Empire mobilized at the Emperor's order—Ready to fight all twelve Machine Gods simultaneously!

If it was war they wanted, then war they would have!

As the eternal Emperor, Shikotei had never feared the threat of battle.

Not even against gods!

And yet—

Sanjiro still shook his head lightly.

"Since he calls himself a god… then let a mere mortal accomplish a feat of god-slaying."

Did they really think he was an easy target?

It seemed necessary to kill one as a warning—shake all his enemies to their core.

"Haha! An ant dares to challenge me alone?" The War God roared with laughter.

This one might be even more arrogant than himself.

To refuse the aid of two top Heroic Spirits, insisting on a solo fight—what utter foolishness!

All he had to do was kill him, and escape would be easy!

Within the True God Domain, crimson light exploded.

The War God swung his massive blade, burning his essence without hesitation, unleashing his strongest strike—

[Sword of the War God!!]

BOOM!

Crimson light transformed into countless blades, forming a massive army.

The Authority of [War] fully unleashed.

Sanjiro stood there, more solitary and small than ever, as if he could be crushed to dust at any moment.

Seeing this—

Shikotei and Gilgamesh tightened their grips on their weapons, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

No matter how much they called him a false god—

He still possessed destruction on par with a true god, and could not be underestimated.

Hum—

"I am the bone of my sword—"

"Come to me, my blades!"

Behind Sanjiro, though he hadn't deployed [Unlimited Blade Works], countless sword phantoms still appeared.

Using himself as the Reality Marble, himself as the forge, he began truly tempering ten thousand blades.

Countless sword phantoms gathered in his hands, once again forming the Nameless Sword.

This was the will condensed from ten thousand blades.

This was the sword forged from countless battles.

This was the portion of creation power bestowed by Tiamat!

The phantom sword slowly became real.

The War God frowned at him.

"Why… does your weapon possess an aura stronger than mine?"

He was a mortal with no divinity—yet his fighting spirit was far more overwhelming than the War God's own.

It was as if—

The other man was the true God of War.

"Because I have fought… countless more battles than you!" Sanjiro sneered.

Forget a fake God of War—even the real God of War could not match his number of battles.

After all, he existed across countless timelines, fighting endless powerful beings.

Platinum scales glimmered across Sanjiro's body—his entire form seemed to become a divine dragon in an instant.

The immense mana Tiamat had given him earlier surged into his weapon.

He drew the sword and slashed at his foe!

BOOM!

The sword's light shot skyward, colliding head-on with the crimson radiance.

CRACK!

The unstoppable [Sword of the War God] was broken—split apart by sheer force!

The brilliant sword light pressed onward, severing the War God's sword arm in the same stroke!

The War God stared at him in shock.

"This is impossible! How… how could you become so strong?"

This power already surpassed him by far.

Even the Council of Gods' restored [Sword of the War God] could not stand against it!

Gilgamesh twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"Cutting off arms again…"

At least the man didn't say that line.

Just as he was about to feel relieved—

"War God, how's your spare mech supply holding up?"

That was absolutely intentional. Absolutely.

Gilgamesh gripped Ea, ready to speak a few heartfelt words in irritation.

At that moment—

Sanjiro gave his opponent no time to breathe. Holding the Nameless Sword, he struck again.

The vast mana provided by Tiamat was more than enough for consecutive blows.

The dazzling sword light slashed from the War God's head all the way down, carving massive cracks across his body.

The War God's pupils contracted to pinpoints.

"No! Impossible! I am the God of War—how could I be slain by you?!"

His very essence burned in endless rage.

The proud attacks and defenses he relied upon were shattered completely.

But he was the War God.

Even at the brink of death, he would never beg for mercy!

All fear and panic turned to pure, unyielding wrath.

And yet—

What shocked him even more was seeing the enemy rush in, platinum-scaled hands driving into the fissure in his chest.

"Damn you! Get out of me!"

The War God's massive body thrashed in fury—

But it was useless.

He could only watch as the platinum dragon phantom appeared once more behind Sanjiro.

ROAR!

The platinum dragon bellowed—the Human Order Dragon of two billion souls, fully invoked by Sanjiro at last.

It granted him power beyond all limits—power to tear apart the mechanical god in his grasp!

The War God's reason was lost entirely, plunging into berserk frenzy. "Kill! I'll kill you! I will definitely kill you!"

His remaining hand slammed toward Sanjiro—

And struck nothing but air.

In his berserk state, he smashed his own chest, shattering his own throbbing mechanical heart.

"How pitiful… a brute who can only start wars, but never see victory," Sanjiro said with genuine pity.

You hold the Authority of War, but without Victory—how could your fate be anything but death?

Then let me grant you release!

Brilliant sword light flared once more.

This strike embodied the courage of humanity's parting blow against the gods.

Its name was—

[God-Slaying]

BOOM!

The sword light swept across the War God's neck.

In his berserk purple eyes, a trace of reason returned.

In that moment, the War God seemed to behold the true War God.

He opened his mouth to speak—

But no words came.

RUMBLE!

His massive body collapsed heavily to the ground, head rolling aside.

The God of War—one of the Council of Gods Twelve Machine Gods—

Dead.

CRACK!

The True God Domain shattered completely, returning to the real world.

After slaying him, Sanjiro's body erupted with countless wounds.

The immense power Tiamat had granted, forcibly invoked along with his true strength—his mortal body could not withstand it.

At the same time—

The sky churned with a terrifying surge of power.

The remaining eleven Machine Gods projected themselves into the world in that instant.

One of their own had fallen—they would not let this go.

"Surrender the culprit—Nameless!"

The commanding, imperious voice rang in every ear present.

It was like the reading of a divine edict, steeped in the overbearing majesty of gods towering above all.

And yet—

Shikotei didn't even glance at them. Instead, he asked with concern:

"Teacher, are you alright?"

Just as he was about to step forward to support Sanjiro, another figure silently appeared at Sanjiro's side—holding him gently in their arms.

Shikotei's expression hardened instantly, like facing a mortal threat.

It was a presence that should never have descended to this world.

Gilgamesh, who had also been about to step forward, stopped dead—gripping Ea tightly.

"You… how is it possible for you to descend to the mortal realm?"