The Mother Goddess of Creation, Tiamat, had officially descended upon Chaldea!
It was, without question, earth-shattering news—an event that stunned the entire world and drew countless eyes in awe.
But to everyone's surprise, this mighty embodiment of beast of humanity did not even glance at Mash or Da Vinci, both powerful Heroic Spirits.
Her gaze was fixed solely on one man—Dr. Romani Archaman.
In nearly every leaked video from Alaya, the doctor's figure could be seen.
A man with no combat power at all, yet serving as the Director of Chaldea—the one entrusted with overseeing everything.
And Nameless, his Master, clearly trusted him beyond measure.
It was the kind of trust where life and death could be handed over without hesitation.
As more of Alaya's footage surfaced, people grew increasingly curious about the doctor's true identity.
How could an ordinary human like him become the Director of Chaldea?
Why would a hero who had fought terrifying enemies across human history place such absolute faith in him?
Could there be… some secret hidden behind his gentle smile?
Unfortunately, Tiamat's words to him were not translated by Alaya.
When the live broadcast finally ended, the screen slowly faded to black—
—and the global comment sections exploded into discussion:
SinMommy-[The old Chaldea was in Antarctica, right? But the current one's supposed to be in Fuyuki City. Think we can visit and take a selfie?]
AspiringWizard-[Tiamat's name is hard to write—not because of the strokes, but because you need four parts twilight, three parts moonlight, two parts tipsiness, and one part of her cuteness.]
EXRankDegenerate-[But seriously, what did Tiamat say to Dr. Roman? I'm dying to know!]
GigglesThenShit-[Could it be that the Doctor is actually Nameless's alt account?]
MoonlitGachaVictim-[You're overthinking it. I'd say the chances of him being the Demon King's alt are higher than him being Nameless's!]
…
Mash was feeling nervous too.
As more and more of those "exposure videos" came out, she gradually began to recover her memories. She was no longer that clueless newbie she used to be.
In the world before the reboot, Chaldea had truly been the bastion of human order and survival.
And she—she had only been a weak little shield maiden, always relying on Senpai to protect her.
Through one Singularity after another, one battle after another, she had grown stronger.
But she could never forget the terror she once felt in the Absolute Demonic Front, when she stood before the Beast of Humanity—Tiamat.
A being so overwhelmingly powerful it surpassed comprehension.
A fear that reached down into the soul.
Just standing beside such an existence made one's heart tremble in awe.
How terrifyingly strong…
Back then, even though they had fought alongside Tiamat later on, Senpai had always been there beside her—giving her the courage to keep going.
Thankfully, this time, Tiamat wasn't looking her way.
Mash could clearly see beads of sweat forming on the Doctor's forehead. He looked like he was struggling—like he was afraid.
As expected, the aura of the Mother Goddess of Creation was too overwhelming.
Even the ever-composed Doctor Roman could barely handle it!
Roman forced a calm smile and said, "As the Director of Chaldea, I warmly welcome the descent of the Mother Goddess of Creation!"
But inside, alarms were blaring.
Others might not know who he really was—but after all those exposure videos, he certainly did.
And clearly, the Tiamat before him could see through that too.
If she exposed him now—he was finished.
Tiamat regarded him quietly.
"Aaaaa (I see. You possess power akin to his, yet you are not him. Who exactly are you?)"
Four thousand six hundred years ago, the Demon King had traversed time and descended upon Mesopotamia.
There, he found Her—the goddess exiled to the Imaginary Number Space.
He gave her a Holy Grail, awakening her dormant might.
When she awoke, she had only one thought left—
[Return.]
That obsession, unyielding even after millennia of banishment, had curdled into a deep, all-consuming hatred—an evil born of love and loss.
The Three Goddess Alliance was something the Demon King himself had orchestrated, hoping to use their divine power to annihilate humanity.
Among them, the Beast Goddess had inherited Tiamat's strength, giving her the ability to mass-produce monsters endlessly and wage a drawn-out war against Uruk.
Thus, human history had been derailed—becoming the Absolute Demonic Front Singularity.
She could've endured her lonely slumber in darkness forever. But he had awakened her—shown her a glimpse of "return."
All of it was the Demon King's fault.
"Though I'm the Director, I'm just a simple doctor who handles logistics," Roman replied nervously.
Ordinary humans—and even Heroic Spirits—couldn't understand the original language Tiamat spoke.
But he could. Effortlessly.
Because of who he truly was.
Tiamat's eyes glimmered with interest.
"Aaaaa (That child seems to value you deeply… and you, it seems, have a trump card of your own.)"
Her gaze drifted to his hand. She could feel it—the faint, concealed pulse of a power that transcended even the gods themselves.
Tiamat remained calm as ever.
"Aaaaa (I will stand alongside that child in protecting humanity. Please, do not become my enemy.)"
Roman forced a smile. "Then… I look forward to working together. Let us fight for humanity's survival—side by side."
He was sweating bullets.
Clearly, she thought he was connected to the Demon King—and was subtly warning him.
Once the brief welcoming ceremony ended, Roman hurried back to his room, gulped down a few mouthfuls of water, then quickly logged into a certain pink app and opened his private messages with Magical Merry.
And then—
He hastily typed out:
"Merry! My identity's about to be exposed! What do I do?! Please help! I'm online and freaking out right now!!"
In times like this, there was only one person he could turn to—the adorable angelic virtual idol herself.
He couldn't think of anyone else to ask.
Ding!
She replied almost instantly—like she was online 24/7.
[Mmm☆ Why not just self-destruct and reincarnate? The Root's always hiring!]
He was doomed.
Roman stared at the reply, frozen in panic.
If his true identity ever came out, he'd be hated—feared—by everyone.
He'd never again live peacefully as an ordinary human being.
His calm life in Chaldea would shatter completely.
At that moment, he finally understood why Nameless had always hidden his identity—why he longed to leave battle behind and live a normal, peaceful life.
What should he do?
What should he do?
What should he do?!
The seventy-two Demon Pillars—they were his legacy.
His mistake.
A plague upon humanity, forcing the Master to fight endlessly to fix what he had done.
Nameless must absolutely hate him.
"…Thank goodness I still have one last trump card," he whispered, staring down at the ring on his hand.
He took a deep breath.
This is all my fault. I'll make it right, no matter the cost.
====
Meanwhile—
Far away, hidden in Academy City, Merlin—Merry now—chuckled to herself.
"That guy's totally losing it, huh?"
As a candidate for Grand Caster, she naturally understood what Tiamat had said.
After all—4,600 years ago, she had used her illusions to prolong Tiamat's slumber.
But when Nameless defeated and redeemed the Beast Goddess, Tiamat had fully awakened—and obliterated Merry's projection with a single slap.
Her true body had been forced to flee Avalon and begin a long "Grand-Class Marathon" through time and space.
Now, seeing the terrified doctor, she could only smirk in delight.
And through her clairvoyance—
Another clairvoyant was watching too.
The King of Heroes himself, Gilgamesh, was laughing heartily.
"Hahaha! How amusing! That man's still trying to hide his identity after all this time!"
Clairvoyance could perceive clairvoyance—and so, the three Grand-class magi with such eyes were all aware of each other.
In fact, they could even communicate directly—
They had, quite literally, formed a Clairvoyance Chat Group.
Gilgamesh clutched his stomach, laughing until it hurt.
He had been worried that Tiamat might come to question him, but now Roman had taken all the heat instead.
That alone made his day.
When he finally stopped laughing, he said, "Merry, shouldn't you go comfort him right now?"
After all, his dear friend had once forced Merry to drink a genderbending potion. He figured it must've been for Roman's sake.
Gilgamesh was genuinely curious—
In this rebooted world, Nameless definitely knew Roman's true identity.
So why didn't he hate him?
Why did he care so much—even more than he cared for Gilgamesh himself?
What happened between them after that?
"Humph! I'm not a girl. Why would I go coddle that disgusting shut-in?" Merry rolled her eyes.
She hadn't forgotten about the "drink incident."
Once the truth came out, she fully intended to make both Roman and Nameless pay.
Neither of them was getting away.
Nearby, Tamamo-no-Mae gave her a puzzled look.
"What are you grinning about?"
"Oh, just thought of something funny," Merry said casually.
Of course, she wasn't about to mention the Clairvoyance Chat Group.
Better to stay cautious around this foxy vixen.
"Is it really that funny?" Tamamo asked, still confused.
Ever since Nameless had defeated her—stripping her of her "Evil of Humanity" and Amaterasu aspects—she could no longer understand the primal tongue Tiamat spoke.
She really needed to regain her full power soon.
Just then—
Tamamo's eyes widened as she noticed something on her holo-screen.
The streamer [Alaya], who had just ended her broadcast, had suddenly uploaded a new video teaser.
She tilted her head. "Interesting. The new video's about the Demon King. It's almost ready to go live."
"Now that's something worth watching," Merry said, intrigued.
They both clicked the preview.
The screen faded in from black—a ruined world of ash and destruction.
And this time, the narrator's voice wasn't the usual one—it was the familiar voice of Dr. Roman.
[Looking back now… this was a battle born from failure.]
The dark screen shifted—the scene transitioned to Chaldea.
Roman stood at the command console, hands gripping it tightly, his expression grave.
"Spiritron Transfer to the Final Singularity is ready. Our enemy—is the Mage King, Solomon!"
Scene after scene flashed by.
Nameless and Mash had arrived in an unimaginably dangerous place.
Countless monstrous Demon Pillars loomed in the darkness, their writhing tendrils sweeping about with terrifying power that made one's heart tremble.
And high above—on the Throne of Heaven, sat the king who had utterly betrayed mankind.
He gazed down at humanity with scorn.
"Why do you fight? What is it that you see in humanity? You… are the worst Master of all humankind."
His overwhelming aura burst forth without restraint. The shockwave sent Mash flying despite her efforts to shield Nameless.
And the livestream chat erupted.
SergeantSaunders-[Bastard! Don't you dare hurt our cute kouhai!]
FifthTimeGooning-[Calling Nameless the worst Master? You damned Demon King!]
AlayaRiggedThisShit-[Wait—so the Demon King's real identity is the legendary Mage King, Solomon?!]
FuyukiGasLeak-[No way! That's the Grand Caster stronger than even Merlin! How did he fall so far? What the hell happened?!]
====
In a hotel somewhere—
The pink-haired knight Astolfo tilted his head in confusion.
"Why do I feel like I've seen this Solomon guy somewhere before?"
"Oh? You have?" Jeanne asked curiously.
Given how this idiot's "Rationality Evaporation" often turned into almost supernatural intuition, she took his words seriously.
Astolfo frowned, thinking hard.
"Bugi Island…? No, I just can't remember."
He could feel he'd met Solomon before—but the memory was missing.
And that shouldn't be possible.
Someone as powerful as Solomon shouldn't be forgettable.
Had someone… stolen his time?
The preview video suddenly showed a familiar white flag, marked with a golden fleur-de-lis.
Then came a voice—bright and full of resolve:
"Come on, raise your head! This is the story we'll create together—the story of reclaiming our future!"
Golden hair.
The signature horseshoe-shaped headpiece.
There was no mistaking it—it was none other than Her Majesty, the Emperor of France!
Jeanne stared blankly at the screen.
"I—I'm actually in this one?!"
She had been the first person Alaya ever featured in those exposure videos, the one who brought Nameless back into the world's memory.
And yet, ever since then—nothing.
Heroes like Gilgamesh, Artoria, Shikotei—they all got spotlight after spotlight.
Whether it was embarrassing "black history" or glorious battle scenes, they all basked in global attention.
But her?
Nothing!
She clenched her fists, fuming.
Damn it, this was so unfair!
But now—finally—Jeanne's figure appeared on screen!
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Your majestic figure will soon shake the entire world!" Lancelot said immediately, entering full-on flattery mode.
Since he couldn't return to the Round Table, pledging loyalty to the Emperor of France was only natural.
"Hmph! Then watch closely and behold my brilliance!" Jeanne declared proudly—though the excitement in her smile betrayed her composure.
At last—it was her turn.
And best of all—this time, she clearly wasn't corrupted or blackened.
She was fighting alongside Nameless!
No public humiliation, no villain edit—just glory.
Jeanne could barely contain her anticipation. She wanted to see for herself just how radiant she looked.
She'd stun the whole world.
Not to prove her worth—but to take back everything she had lost.
The footage continued to flash by—scenes of different Singularities in rapid succession.
Endless battles, endless hardships.
And finally—Nameless stood at the Final Singularity.
The last Master of mankind clenched his fists and declared with unwavering determination:
"This world has only us left. We must press forward—and reclaim humanity's lost future! Fight! Fight! Fight! We'll never stop moving forward!"
Countless battles fought—not for power or glory, but to defend the dignity of humanity, to win back the future that had been incenerated away.
Beside him stood his adorable little kouhai, Mash.
Her small hand reached out toward him, her soft voice filled with hope:
"Senpai… will you hold my hand again?"
"Of course."
Nameless took her hand firmly.
From the very beginning, they had fought side by side.
Their bond had long since transcended life and death.
Above them, the final enemy sat upon his throne.
His deep, resonant voice echoed through the void:
"O rays of light—illuminate the throne! The great work shall now begin!"
Ribbons of pure energy spiraled around him—glowing trails visible across every Singularity, every time and place.
They were the Flames of Human History—the marks of the Demon King setting all of humanity's past and future ablaze.
His goal was nothing less than this:
To burn every parallel world, every era of mankind—and from that infinite sacrifice, gather power beyond measure.
To become the true will of the planet—
[GAIA].
Even seated, his presence radiated crushing pressure.
Beneath his throne, the countless Demon Pillars writhed violently, filling the world with despair.
The chat once again exploded—
GoatedBalls-[That's a final boss! The sheer pressure is insane!]
LegallyRetarded-[Mage King, Demon King, Evil of Humanity… and now GAIA?! How terrifying can one being be?!]
HairyBalls-[Nameless's era was already consumed by his flames—so how can he possibly win?!]
MoonlitGachaVictim-[Damn it! Why is this just a preview! I want the full movie now!!]
After all the past exposure videos—
Even mighty beings like the Lion King and the Evil of Humanity, Tiamat—had been revealed as pawns in his grand plan, their Singularities tools for the destruction of mankind.
This enemy was beyond terrifying.
Kirina stared at the screen, her voice trembling.
"The Demon King… he's really that strong!"
Even the Evil of Humanity had been nothing more than his piece on the board.
Gods, Heroic Spirits, even the earth beneath their feet—all within his grasp.
How could anyone defeat such a being?
Sanjiro's expression darkened.
"Yes… he was that strong."
Even in his peak, he had needed every ounce of strength—and the help of countless Heroic Spirits—to bring the battle to an end.
A war so desperate he didn't even want to remember it.
Now, he could only worry—
Once the full video aired and everything was revealed, would that "brat" remember the truth?
And if she did—how would she destroy humanity this time?
The preview reached its climax.
Mash lifted her shield, whispering softly:
"Even if my life ends in the next moment… even if I only have one second left—I still want to see the future."
And behind her—the familiar figure of Chaldea's Master appeared at the center of the screen.
Clenching his fists, he glared up at the Demon King on his throne and shouted:
"I stand here with the strength of countless Heroic Spirits, carrying the will of those who came before—to reclaim the future of mankind! I am the Master of Chaldea!"
His eyes burned with unyielding rage—and a desperate, all-consuming determination to sacrifice everything for humanity's future.
The screen faded to black.
A single line of text appeared—
[Three days later — Official Release at 12:00 Noon!]
Kirina pouted, frustrated.
"So it's releasing on January 19th at noon? Ugh, why not just release it now!?"