The gods were thrown into complete panic.
This would mean that the gods could no longer interfere in the mortal realm and would be completely cut off!
"You lowly ant, stop this at once!"
"Bastard, are you seeking death?!"
...
Once lofty, domineering, and arrogant, the gods now revealed their true nature.
They were merely powerful beings—not omniscient or omnipotent, incapable of abandoning emotion and desire.
Unfortunately, their words could not stop Nameless at all.
A brilliant and terrifying explosion engulfed the entire world.
Nameless, with the body of a mere mortal, raised his sword of rebellion to the heavens.
With a single strike, he severed the connection between gods and humans—cutting the heavens from the earth!
From that moment on, the high and mighty gods of the heavens could only obediently remain in their own realm.
They could no longer descend into the mortal world!
SimpProMax16-[To face the gods as a mere mortal—Nameless is insanely cool!]
YeetTheInfidel-[Nameless: If there is no torch in the darkness, then I shall be the only light!]
HolySimp999-[Burning himself to become light—you bring hope to humanity!]
ShaddupAndTakeMyMana-[Severing the link between gods and humans, restoring true freedom and a future to mankind—truly worthy of admiration!]
AlmightyMiddleFinger-[The King of Heroes must be devastated, watching as his two dearest friends sacrifice themselves. Who could endure that?!]
...
Persian Empire.
The great hero Arash, stationed at the border, was watching the video with countless soldiers.
Upon seeing Nameless burn himself, unleashing the full power of the Sword of Separation to sever the divine connection—
Arash sighed softly.
"Nameless, you too are willing to sacrifice yourself to bring hope to humanity."
He was the legendary hero of Persian mythology, who had ended a great war by sacrificing himself with a final arrow.
Though countless people idolized him, no one could truly follow in his footsteps of self-sacrifice.
Now, Arash saw this Nameless heroic spirit—silently walking through the timeline, protecting one era of human history after another.
No one knows your name, but your deeds shall live on forever!
In front of this Nameless hero, even he felt deeply ashamed.
What kind of willpower could allow one to keep pressing forward for so long?
Arash felt more and more admiration—and even wished to meet him one day and share a drink.
The video neared its end.
After the divine connection was severed, the gods' furious roars faded further and further away.
The outcome had already been decided—they could no longer alter it.
This was a miraculous feat achieved through the self-sacrifice of Nameless and Enkidu.
The Chains of Heaven completely shattered, and Enkidu's entire body returned to the earth as soil.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust—never to return again.
And Nameless, like a moth drawn to the light, burned himself brightly—his most brilliant radiance.
Falling from the sky, he gazed dazedly at the heavens.
Gilgamesh strode over and sighed.
"Nameless, the road has been laid. You bastard, why do you always disobey this king's commands?"
"My mission is complete. Time for me to go. En-chan has gone on ahead—I need to catch up. You must live on, okay?" Nameless smiled.
"The gods in their lofty positions are gone. You've saved all of humanity. I'll also rule Uruk well," Gilgamesh calmly replied.
This was the burden he now carried.
Everyone's future—the future crafted by his two closest friends for humanity—was now solely his responsibility.
"Yes... all my plans have not been in vain. As long as we never stop moving forward, the road will continue to extend—and the flower of hope will eventually bloom!"
Nameless began to dissipate, his body glowing with countless light particles.
Yet he smiled so happily, "What the heck, I actually hit the mark pretty accurately..."
The Sword of Rupture slipped powerlessly from his hand to the ground. His body completely crumbled and vanished.
"Shiny bastard, I won't stop moving. As long as you don't stop, you'll definitely see me ahead. So don't stop... ever..."
His figure vanished without a trace—leaving not even a single mark.
Just as he had come—quietly and without sound.
Only Gilgamesh remained, looking up at the sky alone.
Swoooosh—
The apocalyptic flood vanished, and heavy rain poured down.
The radiant silhouette of the King of Heroes stood in the rain—now seeming so lonely and sorrowful.
The screen froze for a long time.
Lines of familiar text appeared on the screen:
[Video playback complete. Thank you for watching Chronicles of the Nameless Heroic Spirit!]
[To know what happens next—stay tuned for the next video!]
"Eh? That's the end?" Kirina was a bit caught off guard.
The severing of the divine connection had just ignited such hype—and now it ended before the satisfaction could peak!
Countless onlookers shared her frustration—
FateShit-[Ahhh, can Alaya not be so quick to finish?! The video was too short!]
Blorbo-[Did they forget a bunch of stuff—like how the chuuni King of Heroes became the wise one we see now?]
YeetTheInfidel-[How long do we have to wait this time?!!]
SimpProMax16-[If you don't update soon, I'll—kneel and beg you!!]
AlphaSigma-[Can we at least get a side story explaining the King of Heroes's transformation—and the goddess sisters too?!]
...
The black screen was still being bombarded with exploding comment threads until the video finally came to a complete end.
Sanjiro stared at the youthful face reflected in the screen.
After the world rebooted, he had returned to his teenage years.
As a transmigrator who had wandered the world for a long time, he now only wanted a peaceful, ordinary high school life in Japan.
But clearly, Alaya had no intention of letting him enjoy such peace.
Now that the video was exposed, the King of Heroes would most likely regain his lost memories too.
Old friends.
That was the relationship between Sanjiro and the King of Heroes.
Like dorm buddies who call each other "bitch" and "faggot" for fun—but when things get serious, only they are willing to fight by your side.
He had planned to sacrifice himself and end it all.
But gods were gods—and even Enkidu had to sacrifice himself too.
The arrogant chuuni King eventually became the world-renowned wise king—after countless "personality correction punches" from him and En.
What a shame.
Though the gods had been sealed, it still couldn't stop the arrival of another terrifying threat...
An even greater disaster descended upon that timeline...
"Sanjiro, what do you think the King of Heroes will do to Nameless?" Kirina leaned over with interest.
"How would I know?!" Sanjiro rolled his eyes.
That smug bastard—who knows what he's thinking.
Sure, teaming up with him could speed up his strength recovery.
But what if, upon meeting again, the guy decides to beat him up first?
"Ugh, if only the King of Heroes were my relative... then I'd be rich for life," Kirina's big sparkling eyes were practically dancing with golden coins.
"You're dreaming nonsense!"
Sanjiro looked even more disgusted.
This girl was daydreaming more and more—clearly in need of a solid round of "personality correction punches" to get her priorities straight!
Even if Shiny Bastard really wanted to give her money, he'd have to step in—he couldn't let her become a lazy, good-for-nothing freeloader!
Just then—
A news broadcast appeared on the TV screen:
[This station reports: King Artoria will arrive in Japanese Country's Fuyuki City in five days for a three-day goodwill visit, accompanied by Prime Minister Mordred!]