Since Goetia began following Nameless's footsteps and journeying through the Lostbelts.
This was the first time He had spoken to a Lostbelt King!
In response to His question.
The authoritative voice from the heavens grew slightly intrigued. "Oh? The Demon God King who annihilated humanity actually cares about the meaning of human existence?"
As the mighty Lostbelt King, Qin Shi Huang had recognized His identity at first glance.
This was the very culprit who, in Pan-Human History, had incinerated three thousand years of human history and nearly destroyed mankind.
Of course.
Qin Shi Huang harbored no particular hostility toward Him.
Not only had He already failed, but the one standing before them now was merely an avatar walking the mortal world.
Most importantly.
The three thousand years of human history He had burned did not include China!
China's magical foundation was fundamentally different from the rest of the planet, naturally placing it beyond His reach.
Having never been enemies, there was no need for harsh words.
"I am curious," Goetia replied.
As He traveled through one Lostbelt after another, the more He witnessed, the more lost He became.
He could not understand.
Humans were truly a peculiar existence.
"I am familiar with Pan-Human History. I know that world is unexpectedly cruel and chaotic," Qin Shi Huang said indifferently.
"Humans yearn for peace, yet they also crave war. In stillness, they seek movement; in movement, they seek stillness. To obtain is suffering, and to fail to obtain is also suffering. This is the ultimate contradiction of human nature."
"Knowledge is both a blessing and the root of all evil. The more one knows, the more susceptible they become to curses, plunging into strife and conflict."
"I alone bear the future of all my people, forging an eternal peace in Great Qin. Naturally, this holds far greater meaning than Pan-Human History."
This was Qin Shi Huang's answer.
It was also the reason for his solitary decision to shoulder the future of all under Great Qin, cutting through the ages.
"However, by disregarding the will of countless people and forcibly bearing everything alone, what if the future is severed?" Goetia continued to inquire.
These were the very words Nameless had once spoken to Him.
That sole Master of humanity, who walked through human history, did so precisely to bring hope and future to all.
When the long night seems endless, someone must become the torch to ignite the flames of hope.
Once the fire is lit, they quietly fade away, allowing others to carry forward this light.
This was a fundamentally different choice from Qin Shi Huang's path.
The King of this Lostbelt similarly bore all burdens, yet forcibly severed the inheritance of wisdom for all people.
With himself as the absolute core, he allowed the masses to live ignorantly under his wings.
"Therefore, We are also curious to see what makes so-called Pan-Human History so special."
After a brief silence, Qin Shi Huang replied: "If he can prove it superior to Our Great Qin..."
"We shall grant him the opportunity."
This response.
Left the audience utterly astonished—
[Damn! So Qin Shi Huang actually spoke with Goetia before fighting Nameless!]
[Confirmed! His Majesty was definitely holding back! No, he was practically flooding the arena like Tiamat!]
[Truly our wise and magnificent Emperor, clearly wanting to compare the merits of both worlds!]
[Exactly! He could've opened the Lishan Hero Vault and summoned hundreds of powerful historical figures to swarm Nameless, yet only awakened two the entire time!]
[Perhaps after bearing two thousand years of history, His Majesty grew weary and wanted to see alternative possibilities.]
In the living room.
Roya exclaimed in amazement: "The first two Lostbelts were utterly tragic, completely hopeless. The third Lostbelt's sudden shift in tone was all because Qin Shi Huang was holding back!"
In the first Lostbelt,
Ivan the Terrible transformed all his subjects into beastly Yaga.
Just to survive in a merciless world of -100°C temperatures.
In the second Lostbelt,
Scáthach-Skadi wove beautiful lies, where the last ten thousand people had to offer themselves to giants upon turning 25.
After Ragnarök, depleted resources meant she could only protect about ten thousand subjects.
Both Lostbelts were scenes of unimaginable suffering that pained the heart to witness.
But the third Lostbelt was completely different!
No warfare or slaughter existed at all.
Qin Shi Huang had resolved everything single-handedly.
The only thing required was to prove Pan-Human History's validity to him.
Well, not exactly validity.
Rather, to demonstrate a brighter future.
To show him that Pan-Human History offered more promise than the Lostbelt's Great Qin, and he would grant the opportunity.
This was the core reason Qin Shi Huang never went for the kill from the start—he'd been holding back all along!
Gilgamesh remarked with interest: "It seems he truly was restraining himself?"
Though phrased as a question, his sidelong glance remained fixed on the handsome figure nearby.
"Perhaps so."
Qin Shi Huang neither confirmed nor denied.
At that time, like Goetia, he'd been curious to see what miracles the Master could create.
To witness the differences between Pan-Human History and the Lostbelt.
Though Pan-Human History contained chaos and filth he couldn't bear to see,
He had to admit it also possessed virtues and brilliance absent in Eternal Great Qin.
One was the stagnant yet eternally peaceful Eternal Great Qin.
One was a tumultuous yet hopeful Pan-Human History.
These two worlds were placed on the scales by him in that moment.
Some people longed to surrender their minds to others, craving an unchanging existence.
Others yearned for a grand, dramatic era, where heroes rose and fell like actors on a stage.
Neither he nor Nameless could easily decide for the masses.
Perhaps it was better to leave the choice to the future and miracles.
"He clearly went easy on us," Souma chuckled.
Back then, if not for that leniency, piercing through the Qin Lostbelt would have been utterly hopeless.
Unlike other Lostbelts, this one gathered over two thousand years of China's unbroken, dazzling history—so overpowering it was downright absurd.
He had to thank Qin Shi Huang for going easy and personally cutting down the Fantasy Tree.
Otherwise, with just him and Chaldea's meager forces, they wouldn't even be a snack!
Roya grew increasingly curious. "So, does the title The Crimson Moon's Beauty refer to Qin Shi Huang?"
The term "beauty" wasn't limited to women—it encompassed men as well.
His Majesty, the First Emperor, had long since completed his mechanical ascension, transforming into the colossal Epang Palace.
To interact with Nameless, he had deliberately crafted a human form, one that exuded a charm transcending gender.
His allure was so potent that countless viewers, regardless of gender, fell for him.
Roya glanced at the "Mr. Qin" beside her—he, too, seemed to possess that same gender-defying charm.
Was it just her imagination?
She was growing more and more suspicious—did this Mr. Qin have some special interest in Souma?
And then there was that other "Mr. Gold," who also acted strangely.
Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.
What kind of charm did this shut-in have to make even two men obsessed with him?
Could it be… he actually had some connection to Qin Shi Huang?
No, no. That was impossible.
There was no way this tiny living room could house both the Sleeping Dragon and the Young Phoenix, right?
Gilgamesh smiled. "Why not consider Nameless?"
"Nameless has always been called the Grand Beauty, which fits the title better—but unfortunately, he's the Master," Roya shook her head lightly.
Judging by the Grand Duchess from the first Lostbelt, it was likely referring to that A-team traitor—the literary girl, Kadoc Zemlupus.
But applying it to Qin Shi Huang didn't seem wrong either.
...
The video continued.
This time, the uploader [Alaya] showcased many scenes different from before.
In the resplendent and magnificent Epang Palace,
the mighty and formidable ultimate war machine, Xiang Yu, bowed respectfully and asked, "Your Majesty, shall we exterminate the people of Chaldea with full force?"
"Remember, no holding back."
A commanding voice echoed in his ears.
Xiang Yu instantly brimmed with fighting spirit. "As you command, Your Majesty!"
He was the ultimate crystallization of two thousand years of Great Qin's technological prowess, possessing formidable computational abilities rivaling Clairvoyance.
Any person, any technique—all would be deciphered before they could even act.
Great Qin's technology was truly unparalleled!
The voice continued, "No holding back, but no killing."
"..."
Xiang Yu fell into silence.
As the ultimate weapon of slaughter, being forbidden from killing was downright absurd.
Yet, he could not defy Qin Shi Huang. Sullenly, he withdrew.
After his departure,
Grandmaster Li stepped forward and reported, "Your Majesty, if we are to eliminate future threats, why not unseal the Lishan Hero Vault?"
"Then unseal the Hero Vault and select two from within," Qin Shi Huang replied.
"Only two?"
Grandmaster Li was momentarily stunned.
The vault housed hundreds of formidable heroes, each sealed away by Qin Shi Huang to counter unknown enemies.
"With Xiang Yu, that makes three. A fair one-on-one is sufficient," Qin Shi Huang answered.
The grand and vast Hero Vault was unsealed—
Yet only Qin Liangyu and Han Xin were released!
Meanwhile,
the footage continued.
Upon seeing Chaldea's battered Imaginary Number Dive Craft, Qin Shi Huang was delighted by the challenge. He deliberately negotiated terms to have Chaldea deliver it to him.
With computational prowess surpassing the gods and transcendent wisdom, he effortlessly dismantled, reconstructed, and even enhanced it beyond its original state.
Through this craft, Qin Shi Huang once again witnessed the spark of human ingenuity—
A wisdom entirely different from his own, belonging to true humans.
It reminded him once more of the oath he had sworn after vanquishing the six warring states—
"I, Qin Shi Huang, swear by my name!"
"While I live, I shall secure eternal peace for Great Qin, guarding our lands and expanding our borders."
"When I perish, my soul shall become a dragon, protecting China for all eternity!"
"This oath, witnessed by the sun and moon, judged by heaven and earth, heard by gods, spirits, and demons alike!"
What was once an oath had now become shackles—binding him for over two thousand years.
And binding all of Great Qin for just as long.
Finally, the battle concluded.
The Fantasy Tree was severed by Qin Shi Huang's own hand.
Nameless extended his hand to him and sighed softly, "Zheng, come with me. Let us reshape this imperfect Pan-Human History into the ideal form we envision."
"Teacher, I entrust everything to you."
At this moment, Qin Shi Huang chose to let go completely.
As the world teetered on the brink of collapse,
he descended upon the village where he had once conversed with Goetia, arriving beside the child whom his teacher had once taught poetry.
Chanting the verses of the later poet Li Bai, they watched together as the world met its end...
The Third Lostbelt—
"The Unified Wisdom of Humanity: Crimson Moon's Peerless Beauty."
Had been successfully pruned!
The audience was overwhelmed with emotion—
[This level of holding back is just ridiculous. If he had gone all out, Chaldea would've stood no chance!]
[Qin Shi Huang truly lives up to being the one and only emperor—willing to sever the Fantasy Tree himself and relinquish eternal Great Qin!]
[The time of parting has come, this is the moment to let go of Great Qin... One can only imagine the immense suffering Emperor Qin Shi Huang endured at that time!]
[Bearing the weight of Great Qin alone for two thousand years, he was truly exhausted and in dire need of rest.]
[Yet, he found no respite. Instead, he went to Chaldea, continuing to fight alongside Nameless...]
...
The revelation of certain details from the Third Lostbelt left the audience deeply moved.
Alas.
Even Emperor Qin Shi Huang's Great Qin was not perfect.
To forge a truly eternal civilization, one would need to achieve the unattainable ideal of "Great Harmony Under Heaven."
A world where heroes are no longer needed to protect it—or where everyone is a hero.
Such a notion is clearly a pipe dream.
With the Third Lostbelt concluded,
the Fourth Lostbelt follows immediately—
"Genesis Terminus: Yuga Kshetra — The Dark Final God"
This Lostbelt belongs to the White Elephant, another of the four great ancient civilizations.
Though often jestingly referred to as "A-Three" in China, none can deny its ancient and glorious heritage.
Among countless speculations by the audience,
the chances of civilizations like Egypt and Maya appearing as Lostbelts were exceedingly high.
Now.
It has arrived as expected!
The Shadow Border descends into the Lostbelt.
This time.
The moment Nameless arrives, he wastes no time in initiating a summoning—
"Let thy body rest under my command, thy fate dwell upon my sword!"
"Answer the call of the Counter Force, O guardian of the scales!"
A mysterious magical circle glows brilliantly.
From it emerge two Servants radiating formidable auras.
They are none other than the two Servants who appeared in the Fifth Singularity, "The Great North American Mythological War."
One is Rama.
The protagonist of one of the White Elephant's two great epics, the Ramayana.
A deceiver of gods, a wielder of divine power, known as the Demon King only humans could defeat.
Yet in the end, he forgot everything, reincarnating as an ordinary human prince, becoming a mighty Servant.
The other,
naturally, is the renowned Karna from White Elephant mythology.
As the son of the Sun God Surya, he is hailed as the Hero of Charity.
In the Age of Gods, he stood as an equal to the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, and the Sun King, Ramesses II.
These three share an excellent rapport.
Moreover, each embodies kingship, divinity, and wealth, standing at the pinnacle of Servant existence.
Their appearances are often accompanied by dazzling golden radiance.
Thus, fans affectionately dub them the "Golden Trio."
As the two supreme Servants answer the summon and descend,
Nameless smiles and clasps his hands in greeting. "Thank you for responding. I'll need your assistance this time."
Both are Servants of the White Elephant, benefiting from formidable homeland bonuses, significantly lightening his burden.
"So this is how it is. You're truly worn out, Gudao, already at the fourth Lostbelt."
Rama claps him on the shoulder heartily. "There's nothing left to fear now, for you've summoned me—Rama, King of Kosala and avatar of Vishnu!"
As a former Demon King who once deceived the gods and wielded their power, he speaks with unshakable confidence.
Rama then glances at the other figure. "Though, I must say, you even managed to summon the 'Hero of Charity.' Your luck is impressive."
"Just how much virtue have you accumulated to warrant such fortune?"
He looked at Karna, who had been summoned alongside him, with astonishment.
His gaze shifted to the golden-armored hero standing nearby.
This was none other than one of the most supreme Heroic Spirits of the White Elephant Kingdom.
Moreover, he was a king of unparalleled pride—his response to the summoning was nothing short of a miracle.
"I am merely an ordinary Heroic Spirit. Since you have summoned me, Master, feel free to make use of me as you see fit."
Karna replied calmly, glancing at the other figure. "It is also my honor to fight alongside this king."
"Hahaha! Son of the Sun God, you're quite courteous. It seems I can trust you with my back." Rama burst into laughter.
Amid their mutual praise,
Nameless responded shyly, "It was just a stroke of luck. Thank you both for answering the call."
This modesty made the audience gnash their teeth in frustration—
[Damn it, luck-sucker! This isn't luck—this is a targeted summon!]
[Hey hey, Rama, you called it a 'pull'—Nameless really is just rolling the gacha!]
[The accursed whale Nameless! The moment he arrives in the White Elephant Kingdom, he summons two of its strongest Heroic Spirits!]
[Speaking of which, since Karna is here, does that mean his rival Arjuna is the Lostbelt King?]
[Starting off with two top-tier Heroic Spirits—this Lostbelt seems dangerous already!]