An arrow pierced through the colossal figure on the false sun, utterly obliterating it.
The Giant King Surtr let out his final death roar: "You illusory humans of Pan-Human History!"
"Merely Heroic Spirits, merely humans—you were supposed to be sacrifices for my flaming sword! How despicable you are!"
Alas.
No matter how furious, no matter how hateful, it was all futile now.
The slaughter of humanity, the destruction of time—every single one of his grand plans had come to naught!
The Giant King Surtr, who had just broken free from his seal and returned, was completely and utterly annihilated in the blink of an eye by Nameless, Scáthach, and the others.
No longer sealed away,
but permanently and thoroughly destroyed!
The spectators were left utterly dumbfounded—
[Holy shit, just like that? Was the Giant King Surtr a fraud? How did he even kill the gods back then?]
[Probably just broke free from the seal and hadn't regained his peak strength yet?]
[Well done, Nameless! To think he could manifest a card on the spot and summon the power of the greatest Archer, Dayi!]
[The Sun-Shooting Bow and Sun-Piercing Arrow—natural counters to anything solar! Tamamo-no-Mae gives the Giant King a thumbs-up!]
[That was way too fast! A boss nearly as powerful as a Demon God Pillar, just blown apart like that?]
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Academy City.
The Academy Director, Tamamo-no-Mae, frowned. "So this guy could summon Dayi from the very beginning!"
Back in the Lostbelt: Great Qin, when Nameless faced her with all nine tails, he had similarly used the Sun-Piercing Arrow and Sun-Shooting Bow to strip her of her solar authority.
This was to utterly defeat her.
Now, it was merely an early preview.
"It's a bit different this time. It seems the [Great Yi] from Chinese mythology actively descended and merged with him."
Merlin's crimson eyes flickered wildly with magical fluctuations as she pieced together the truth from the faintest clues.
She added, "This time, it seems he burned through the remnants of Great Yi's power, ensuring he can never descend again."
The Giant King Surtr was powerful enough to slaughter the Norse gods.
He forced Odin, the Allfather, to seal him away at the cost of his own life.
During the [Ragnarök] war.
Naturally, the Giant King Surtr also suffered grievous injuries, compounded by being sealed for three thousand years.
His strength had not fully recovered, yet he was still powerful enough to crush ordinary gods.
Defeating him was no easy feat!
Nameless's seemingly ordinary arrow was only possible because Great Yi willingly burned through his remaining power to assist.
With that single arrow, he stripped the Giant King Surtr of his solar authority.
And pierced through his spiritual foundation, ensuring his complete defeat!
"Great Yi actively descended?"
Tamamo-no-Mae froze for a moment, then shuddered.
That man was a peerless legend in Chinese mythology—the one who shot down nine golden crows, his strength unmatched.
He was arguably the strongest contender for the title of Grand Archer.
If he had truly intervened back then, she would have been utterly finished.
Merlin glanced sideways at her. "Speaking of figures from Chinese mythology, it's not just Great Yi. It seems Jiang Taigong is also quite effective against you."
Chinese mythology was filled with untouchable super-beings.
When Nameless fought Tamamo-no-Mae before, he borrowed the projected "Divine-Slaying Whip" of Jiang Ziya to deal her a heavy blow.
The Divine-Slaying Whip, the Sun-Shooting Arrow—all of them effortlessly countered Tamamo-no-Mae, who held the authority of a sun goddess.
If Tamamo-no-Mae ever caused trouble again,
Nameless could simply summon these mythological figures to suppress her with ease!
"Tch, did you forget how Nameless forced you to do his bidding earlier?" Tamamo-no-Mae rolled her eyes.
This trashy incubus had been forced by Nameless to feed cake to that shut-in doctor, yet she still had the nerve to laugh at her.
Truly, working with this woman was unreliable—she'd sell you out without a second thought!
Merlin's expression darkened instantly, and she gritted her teeth. "Just wait. I'll definitely get my revenge!"
Even if she couldn't match his strength, messing with him was no problem at all.
She was certain this video would expose him completely.
Once the video ended, Nameless's real identity would be revealed, along with the location where the Demon God King Goetia was imprisoned.
By then, Nameless would be too busy dealing with the fallout—that would be her time to shine!
"Oh? I'll be waiting to see that," Tamamo-no-Mae replied leisurely.
Nameless had clearly gone easy on her before.
If this trashy incubus really tried to cause trouble again, would she end up being trained into a succubus by him?
Hmm… that actually sounded kind of exciting!
In the Second Lostbelt.
The Giant King Surtr had been utterly defeated.
His massive body erupted into endless flames, burning fiercely across the sky.
Before the remnants could even fall, they had already been completely consumed by the fire.
Like a meteor shower, dazzling yet filled with destruction.
Scáthach-Skadi gazed up at the exploding flames, her eyes shining.
She gently removed the ornate crown from her head and murmured, "Everyone… I've avenged you."
This crown is named—
[The Love Left by the Gods]
It gathers the radiance of nine beautiful things from the nine realms of the North, making it incomparably magnificent.
It was meant to be given to her, the most beautiful Snow Goddess among the Norse deities.
However.
During the previous catastrophe of [Ragnarök], her father, mother, friends—all were slaughtered.
Leaving her as the sole survivor among the gods.
To protect this world, she endured three thousand long years alone!
"You've done more than enough," Nameless whispered softly.
This Snow Goddess—
With a single breath, she could summon a blizzard, bringing demise to all life.
With a smile, she could usher in spring, allowing life to bloom once more in splendor.
"Thank you for helping me take revenge."
A brilliant smile blossomed on Skadi's ice-cold, snow-like face.
As her smile spread—
The snow and ice that had remained unyielding for three thousand years began to melt away.
Endless stretches of lush greenery once again covered the land.
Spring had arrived, and all things were reborn!
Nameless gazed at the vibrant earth and marveled, "Defeating the King of Giants would have been impossible without your three millennia of energy extraction."
After [Ragnarök], the Norse gods who once wielded numerous authorities were all slaughtered.
The entire world should have been left in utter death.
Yet.
Skadi drew upon the power of the King of Giants, Surtr, who was sealed within the Great God's Prison, to sustain the last remnants of life.
In other words, the existence of this Lostbelt was built upon the immense energy provided by the King of Giants!
This extraction process lasted for three thousand years!
Even Surtr, the King of Giants who had slaughtered the gods, could not withstand such relentless draining.
Truly—not a single drop of magical energy remained!
Otherwise, this destined destroyer of the world could have easily crushed them all!
Of course.
Aside from Scáthach, there was another crucial factor in defeating the King of Giants.
That was Ophelia's betrayal!
Nameless looked at the grievously wounded traitor of Team A with pity and asked, "You're about to die. Is there anything you'd like to say to me?"
It was only by forming a contract with Ophelia that Surtr, the King of Giants, managed to escape the Great God's Prison.
His soul forcibly took over Siegfried's body, gradually seizing full control to be reborn anew.
However.
Ophelia, who had formed the contract with him, decisively overused her Mystic Eyes to sever his supply of magical energy.
Moreover, she expended a Command Spell without hesitation, allowing Siegfried to unleash his strongest attack and grievously wound the King of Giants.
Using a Command Spell of such magnitude came at the cost of sacrificing her own life—leaving her beyond saving!
"Indeed, even with my power, I cannot save her," Scáthach-Skadi sighed softly.
She had already tried.
The girl's soul had long been sacrificed when she used the Command Spell. What remained was merely her final flicker of life.
Ophelia lay in the arms of the Lostbelt King, her gaze struggling to meet Nameless's. "Fujimaru Ritsuka... perhaps you truly can create miracles."
She had chosen to defect, willingly obeying the Alien God, precisely because she saw no future for humanity.
She had sought to carve a new path for mankind through this means.
Alas, she had failed—and now, she was about to die.
But she held no regrets.
"I've imagined many ways I might die. This one... seems to hold more meaning."
Ophelia reached her hand toward the distant Fantasy Tree, her voice growing fainter. "This Fantasy Tree... can no longer grow."
"This is my mission," Nameless replied.
"Back when Lev detonated Chaldea, my physical body was cast into imaginary number space along with the others."
Fragments of memory flickered through Ophelia's mind.
The life review had begun.
These scenes were being considerately projected by [Alaya]—
allowing every spectator to witness them.
Back then, the Grand Order Bomber Lev had detonated the entirety of Chaldea.
All 47 backup Masters undergoing Rayshift were plunged into imaginary number space by the explosion.
During this process,
Ophelia had used her powerful Mystic Eyes to clearly "see" Captain Kirschtaria Wodime conversing with a mysterious voice.
That mysterious voice belonged to none other than the enigmatic and formidable Alien God!
It had chosen the Captain to be its mouthpiece, intending for him to lead humanity.
However.
The Captain had requested to bring along the other six members of Team A, aiming to cultivate the strongest human history from among the seven Lostbelts.
To repay this kindness, Ophelia had devoted herself wholeheartedly to assisting him with her Mystic Eyes.
Yet now, her life had reached its end.
"Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash... Only when you defeat the Captain will you truly create hope for humanity."
The light in Ophelia's eyes grew increasingly dim. "But you can't... The Captain's strength surpasses your imagination..."
"Captain... I wanted to nurture the Fantasy Tree to aid you... but I can no longer..."
Her hand suddenly went limp.
The light in her eyes extinguished completely.
She was dead.
This backup Master of Team A had died through sacrifice.
The spectators found themselves with mixed emotions—
[So it seems... even these Team A traitors were protecting humanity in their own way...]
[Could selecting a single victor from seven Lostbelts truly preserve humanity's future?]
[Impossible! The Lostbelts are ultimately under the Alien God's control—that mastermind would never shelter humanity!]
[Damn, so the Captain was the Alien God's sole chosen all along—the others were just add-ons!]
[So, just how powerful is that captain? Could he truly surpass the Giant King?]
[It's hard to imagine. Even after Nameless defeated the Giant King, Ophelia said he couldn't possibly defeat the captain!]
...
Amidst the audience's discussions.
Nameless dug a grave and buried him.
He placed a bouquet of flowers before the grave: "In your own way, you too guarded human order. Now, watch as I carry on the future for humanity."
This time,
no matter how great the danger, he would pierce through the seven Lostbelts!
After finishing these rites,
Nameless turned to face the Lostbelt King waiting quietly in the distance: "So, the most beautiful snow goddess of the gods—do you still wish to fight me?"
Their common enemy, the Giant King, had been slain.
Nameless, who sought to prune the Lostbelt, and Scáthach-Skadi, who sought to protect it,
were destined to become mortal foes!
"Yes, I cannot allow you to destroy this Lostbelt!"
Scáthach-Skadi gazed calmly at the man she had once fought alongside. "This world was supposed to have perished three thousand years ago, yet it has endured until now. One could hardly call it anything less than a miracle!"
"A miracle?"
Nameless frowned slightly.
If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to fight her either.
Unfortunately,
there was no other way.
"For the sake of my love for my ten thousand people, how could I let go of this miracle that would take away the lives of your billions, tens of billions?"
Scáthach-Skadi raised her eyes to the false sun in the sky. "After Ragnarök, when Surtr was sealed for half a year, human order judged the coexistence of gods and humans in the North—and destroyed it."
"We who survived the destruction are, in the end, nothing more than 'evil' in the eyes of human history."
"And yet, this impossibility has persisted for three thousand years. If that isn't a miracle, then what is?"
She knew everything.
The gods of the North were fated to be buried.
The entire world was meant to be buried.
Yet,
she refused to give up.
Even if her hands were stained with blood, she would never allow this world to perish!
Nameless looked at her with pity: "A shame. You cannot protect these people—you can only watch them march to their deaths."
"Yes, my hands can only protect a hundred villages, the lives of ten thousand."
Scáthach-Skadi admitted it plainly.
She glanced at the distant settlements, her voice soft and melancholic. "My people cannot experience middle or old age because my authority extends only to spring."
"I cannot extend their future. I can only watch them die."
As the goddess of snow,
she governed winter and spring.
These two seasons were akin to humanity's childhood and death.
Thus, her people could only live to the age of twenty-five.
They could never know the vigor of summer's prime or the serenity of autumn's twilight.
"But on this planet, along this timeline called the modern era, my North still endures!"
Scáthach-Skadi's gaze turned icy as she stared at him. "This is a miracle even the gods of the North could not achieve!"
"Here, I shall cast aside that love and grant you death!"
"If you wish to save human order, then kill me. Crush us utterly!"
"You of Proper Human History!"
At this moment,
the Lostbelt King stood before the Fantasy Tree.
In the most direct and brutal manner, she laid bare the conflict between the Lostbelt and Proper Human History.
A conflict of life and death!
One side must destroy the other to continue existing.
There was simply no possibility of coexistence!
The dialogue between the two instantly stunned all the spectators.
Countless viewers who had been cheering and celebrating the defeat of the Giant King now fell into silence.
They had finally realized it—
The two sides were destined to become mortal enemies!
Snowflakes drifted down ceaselessly.
This was the authority of the Snow Goddess—
[Frozen Blizzard!]
But this time,
The blizzard that froze all things was no longer directed at the Giant King, but instead launched an attack against Nameless and his companions.
The battle erupted in an instant.
Without hesitation, Nameless gave the order: "Mash, you protect them. I'll handle the fight."
Clatter—
Endless golden chains surged from behind him once more, coiling toward the Snow Goddess.
The Chains of Heaven were the ultimate restraint against divinity, making them the perfect weapon against her.
A gate swirling with the aura of death abruptly blocked the path of the chains.
This was Scáthach-Skadi's unique ability—
[Gate of Skye—The Brimming Death Realm!]
The shadowy fortress of the Land of Shadows manifested as the strongest defense, shielding her completely within.
It was this very Noble Phantasm that had previously allowed Nameless' combat power to skyrocket.
Now,
This same Noble Phantasm brought him death.
But it was useless.
A man who had fought his way out of hell, who had endured countless battles, feared death the least.
The chains coiled tightly around the massive shadow fortress.
Nameless flashed forward, charging fearlessly through the gate that symbolized death, arriving directly before her.
Beneath his feet, crimson magical patterns surged wildly, swallowing both of them in an instant.
This was his Reality Marble—
[Unlimited Blade Works!]
Across the desolate wasteland, countless swords stood as if planted upon graves, radiating an overwhelming aura of slaughter.
Behind Nameless, billions of swords merged into one, transforming once more into the blade of [Nameless].
The world in his eyes turned monochrome—black and white—as he instantly closed the distance.
With a single slash, he struck at her.
Scáthach-Skadi suddenly smiled brilliantly. "You... truly can bring miracles. You are far more suited to be a Guardian than I."
Faced with a strike that severed existence at its root, she made no move to resist.
She simply watched calmly as the blade descended.
Nameless did not pierce her heart. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and whispered, "I'm sorry... truly, I am."
"You did nothing wrong. You, too, fought with everything to protect your world."
Scáthach-Skadi blinked in surprise, her smile softening further. "Please... kill me. I will live and die with this world."
Her smile was radiant—
Like the revival of spring, flowers blooming across the land.
Among the Norse gods, she was known as the Bride of the Gods, beauty unmatched by any.
"Forgive me..."
Nameless apologized again, his voice quiet.
He lowered his gaze slightly, looking at the goddess in his arms, and sighed. "There was no need for me to act... You were already resolved to die, weren't you?"
"I only wished to protect my world," Scáthach-Skadi replied serenely.
Nameless sighed even more deeply. "[Frozen Blizzard] is your divine authority, but it will lead your Spirit Core to collapse and perish."
During the battle against the Giant King Surtr, she had forcibly wielded power beyond her limits.
Just like the gentle and oblivious Goddess of the Underworld in Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia, her fate had been sealed from the start.
It meant—
The other party knew full well she was doomed, yet she still dragged her grievously wounded body to declare war, forcing him to kill her.
Yes, she was using this method to sever his hesitation, allowing him to strike without the slightest doubt!
"What an adorable little one. You're actually worried about your enemy."
Scáthach-Skadi reached out and gently caressed his cheek. "Only a hopeful Pan-Human History could nurture a miracle like you..."
Her smile grew increasingly bitter.
She knew everything.
Her world had no future.
Everyone was destined for destruction.
No matter how much they struggled, survival was impossible.
In the end, everything was futile.
And so, she longed to perish alongside her world!
Scáthach-Skadi cupped Nameless' face in both hands, leaning in to plant a soft kiss. "Please, kill me. We cannot coexist."
A gentle and beautiful goddess, yet she made the cruelest of requests.
Clang—
Chains surged forth, coiling tightly around her.
The Reality Marble collapsed abruptly.
Nameless swung his sword, cleaving through the Fantasy Tree—sundering it completely!
The tree fell.
The Lostbelt began its descent into ruin!
Scáthach-Skadi watched as the crumbling Fantasy Tree dissolved into nothingness, her face finally showing relief.
She whispered softly, "Let me issue one final command to my people."
"People of this land, in the name of Scáthach-Skadi, close your doors and windows, embrace the darkness, and stay in your homes to enter a blissful slumber..."
Her body disintegrated along with the Fantasy Tree, vanishing without a trace.
At the same time.
The divine decree instantly spread throughout the entire Lostbelt.
A hundred villages, roughly ten thousand humans, all obediently lay down to sleep under this command.
Her Majesty the Queen was the supreme deity they worshipped, so naturally, they would not defy her orders.
However.
In Village No. 23.
Gerda, who had always been obedient, stepped out of the village under an inexplicable impulse.
"What happens if I defy the divine decree? Will I be eaten by giants? I really hate that. I don't want that."
Gazing into the distance, she pouted slightly. "Gudao... Mash... Are you not coming back? Will I ever see you again?"
"Does a world truly exist outside where people can live to middle age, to old age, without giants, without disasters?"
She recalled the beautiful world described by Nameless and the others, filling her heart with longing.
And then.
She walked out of the village alone.
None of the Chaldeans she had just met returned.
It felt a little lonely.
"Fou seemed to really like jumping earlier. Maybe I'll try it too."
Gerda bit her finger, hesitating for a moment before counting: "Three..."
"Two..."
"One..."
"Jump~"
The wind brushed against her small face.
Carrying the hopeful scent of spring.
She saw light.
A bright, sunlit world, teeming with life, where everyone could enjoy the beauty of living.
After three thousand long years, spring had finally arrived in this world for the first time!
And then.
The girl's feet never touched the ground again.
Her entire being, along with the Lostbelt, vanished completely, as if swept away by the spring breeze, returning to nothingness...
The Second Lostbelt, The Permafrost Empire: Eternal Flame Century – Ragnarök, had been successfully pruned!
On the screen.
The barrage of comments fell silent for a rare moment.
Countless viewers burst into tears—
[Ahhh, this is too heartbreaking!]
[My Queen, my little Gerda... How could it be this cruel?!]
[Damn you, Alaya! I'm sending you hate mail, you wretched bastard!]
[Now I understand why Nameless always carried guilt—destroying a world with your own hands is just too brutal!]
[WTF, I was just chilling, eating hotpot and singing, and then this stabbed me right in the heart. I'm a 6-foot-tall grown man bawling like a baby!]
In the Fuyuki Hotel.
Tears welled up in Mordred's eyes. "Dammit, why did it have to end like this?"
She should have been angry at Nameless for flirting with another girl.
But the question was—
Why did it have to be this tragic?
After defeating the Giant King Surtr, there should have been a sliver of hope for that world to continue.
Yet now, Nameless had personally severed it, destroying the entire world.
The sweet and gentle Gerda had also suffered unjustly, perishing alongside it.
The strong and cold Queen Scáthach-Skadi, who had shouldered the burden of the Lostbelt for three thousand years, still couldn't find even a glimmer of hope for it.
From beginning to end, the entire Lostbelt was nothing but tragedy!
"It really is heartbreaking..."
Gawain's hand trembled slightly.
Just imagining it was enough to turn the illustrious Sun Knight into a Dark Knight.
The entire world was plunged into absolute darkness, with not a single glimmer of light to be found.
Even in the perilous Singularity of the "Divine Realm of the Round Table," there had still been ways to ensure the future's continuation.
But this Lostbelt offered no hope whatsoever!
It couldn't even guarantee basic survival for its people.
All it could do was weave beautiful lies, sending its citizens to be devoured by giants!
Artoria frowned slightly. "The Lostbelt... Skadi, she truly had it difficult."
In such a world of despair.
Even she would have had no other options.
Perhaps she would have been directly corrupted by the Holy Lance, transforming into the cold and merciless Lion King.
Severing all human emotions to avoid crumbling under the weight of endless years.
Like this Snow Goddess, maintaining rationality through three thousand years of torment and suffering.
Artoria asked herself—she could never have endured that.
If she could have, she wouldn't have wavered when Tristan accused her of "The king does not understand human hearts."
Compared to Skadi, who sought to protect her people, what unimaginable pressure must Nameless have borne when he chose to destroy the world?
That act of annihilation would haunt his soul forever, an inescapable torment!
Mordred wiped her tears, forcing composure. "The next Lostbelt is Qin. We're in for another round of suffering."
"Don't worry, it'll probably just be a brief overview. Not too painful." Gawain offered rare comfort.
"Hopefully. I just wonder when our British Lostbelt will come..."
Mordred grew increasingly uneasy.
What would it look like when the British Lostbelt was finally revealed?
...
The video continued.
The second Lostbelt had been successfully pruned.
Chaldea's Imaginary Number Dive Craft arrived at the third Lostbelt—
"Unified Wisdom of the People's Foundation: Crimson Beauty Under the Moon"
A stark contrast to the previous two.
Here, there were no giants, no demonic beasts—the world seemed utterly peaceful.
Wait, no, there they were!
The moment the disguised Tamamo-Vitch Koyanskaya arrived, she brought along giants from the second Lostbelt and demonic beasts from the first.
Treating them as souvenirs from her travels, she unleashed chaos upon this world!
Viewers gritted their teeth in fury, wishing they could stab her a few times.
She truly was inhuman!
This only made the audience anticipate the later scenes where this troublemaker would be captured by Qin Shi Huang and subjected to a brutal beating.
Parts of this Lostbelt's story had already been shown.
Many scenes had flashed by too quickly.
This time, the uploader [Alaya] included previously unseen footage.
In the village where Nameless and his companions had taken refuge,
Nameless and Jing Ke were teaching a little girl a poem.
Under the moonlight, Jing Ke danced gracefully while reciting—
"Among the flowers, a jug of wine, drinking alone with no one close. Raising my cup, I toast the bright moon, facing my shadow, we become three."
As she danced and recited,
Nameless explained the poem's meaning to the child.
The little girl asked blankly, "What is poetry?"
"A beautiful form of words. It takes ordinary things and etches them into people's hearts with exquisite language, becoming dreams pursued by countless souls."
Nameless answered simply.
After this brief exchange,
the Chaldea team fully understood—the emperor of this Lostbelt had long eradicated human wisdom and severed cultural heritage.
Nameless led Mash and the others toward Xianyang, determined to confront the emperor face to face.
Upon realizing the identities of Nameless and his companions, as well as their influence over the villagers,
the ruthless Qin Shi Huang wasted no time in activating the Great Wall Orbital Cannon.
His intent was to obliterate the entire village, cutting off the spread of the "virus."
Indeed, in the eyes of the First Emperor, granting wisdom and independent thought to the people was the root of all chaos.
It had to be eradicated—only then could the eternal peace of the Great Qin Empire be achieved!
After withstanding the bombardment of the Great Wall Orbital Cannon, Nameless led his group straight to Xianyang.
Once they had departed,
an unexpected visitor arrived in the village.
It was a figure clad in black robes, familiar to the audience.
Needless to say, it was the Demon God King, Goetia!
Gazing at the young girl before him, he asked, "As a human, are you happy?"
"What is happiness?" the girl replied, utterly confused.
"I don't know either. I am still searching."
Goetia shook his head softly.
After being defeated by Nameless, he had temporarily broken free from the Root in human form, following the latter's footsteps through the Lostbelt.
His purpose was to understand.
To understand what it meant to be human.
To understand the joy of life.
These were things he could not comprehend.
The so-called human appearance is merely the most clumsy disguise.
A little girl looked at Him curiously. "Who are you? Are you the same as those strange people?"
"More or less the same, I suppose. I call myself a member of Chaldea," Goetia replied.
"Eh? How can you survive without the Son of Heaven?"
The little girl seemed to have transformed into a curious child, growing more and more inquisitive.
The Son of Heaven was the supreme deity in her heart—the one who granted her life and growth, allowing her to live healthily until now.
As a subject of the Son of Heaven, she had no need to worry about anything.
"Survive..."
For a moment, Goetia didn't know how to answer.
As the Demon God King, He had once incinerated all of humanity, turning them into the planet's greatest fuel.
Even after reversing time and becoming the planet's Counter Force, He could not revive the original humans.
He could only create a new civilization.
A new race—one that might not even be human!
At that moment.
A majestic and authoritative voice descended from the heavens:
"Visitor from another time and space, do you seek to ignite my Great Qin?"
The owner of the voice was none other than the supreme Son of Heaven of this Lostbelt!
Under this inquiry.
Goetia raised His head to gaze at the sky and calmly asked, "Do you believe humanity in this world has any meaning?"