History is always written by the victors. When you die, everything ceases to exist! Only the successors who carry forward the future of human civilization can give meaning to the sacrifices of those who came before! The once-tense, even fearful Heroic Spirits seemed to regain their strength in this moment. Even facing the invincible King Solomon, they no longer felt the slightest fear. Countless spectators were also stirred to fervor— ["Damn, this is hype! Though death may come nine times, I shall never regret it; I will search high and low!"] ["This is how it should be! To carry on the wisdom of past sages and open the way for eternal peace!"] ["Throughout human history, how many shining stars have dedicated themselves, generation after generation, to protect humanity?"] ["Damn King Solomon must be defeated!"] ["People die when they are killed. King Solomon traded so many lives for his own whims—he truly deserves death!"] Nitocris marveled, "Truly, a Guardian of Human Order. Such resolve towers higher than the heavens." Knowing full well there was no hope of survival. Knowing full well the enemy’s strength was despair-inducing. Yet still, like a moth to the flame, he willingly charged forward to carve a path of hope for those who would follow. Nameless had offered up everything he had to ensure the continuation of human civilization and history! Ramesses II snorted. "Hmph. So-called resolve isn’t about being prepared to sacrifice oneself—it’s about blazing a trail through the dark wilderness, a path that must be taken." "O Sun King, does this mean you acknowledge him?" Nitocris asked, astonished. The ever-arrogant Sun King had actually spoken such words. This was clearly praise! "Impossible! I alone possess the greatest resolve. That Nameless is merely a step below me!" Ramesses II declared with utmost arrogance. That man had already prepared himself for sacrifice, ready to forge a path of hope from the depths of despair. He could indeed be called a hero of the Human Order. Though, of course, he still fell slightly short compared to himself. Had he been the Master, he would have done far better! "...You really are a tsundere, aren’t you?" Nitocris’s lips twitched. As expected of the mortal vessel of the Sun God [Ra]. Even if she had already acknowledged the other in her heart, her words still carried the strongest front. Ramesses II swiftly changed the subject: "That King Solomon—why did he fall and betray humanity?" "That, you’ll have to ask Grand Assassin," Nitocris replied helplessly. She was just an ordinary Egyptian pharaoh—how could she possibly know such things? Before Ramesses II could speak again— Behind him, the familiar old man leaning on his greatsword appeared and said calmly, "All fates are predetermined. The causes of the past bear the fruits of the present. That king will never achieve his desires." As a Grand Assassin, he naturally knew the other’s true identity. And his earlier intervention in the Singularity had been part of his mission. He couldn’t have truly stood by and done nothing. Ramesses II looked utterly baffled. What kind of riddle was this guy speaking in? It sounded like he’d said a lot, yet also like he’d said nothing at all. It made him so angry he wanted to grab the old man by the collar and warn him to stop being so cryptic. He couldn’t beat him. Ahem—as the mighty Sun King, he had to respect his elders and cherish the young! Nitocris pondered, "The causes of the past bear the fruits of the present... What wish did he make in the previous Holy Grail War?" It seemed that, eventually, the full truth would be revealed. Unfortunately, they’d have to wait and watch patiently. Facing Nameless’ impassioned, furious accusations— King Solomon only smiled. "Yes! Yes, exactly like that! I love the look in your eyes right now—better yet, make them darker! More furious, more despairing!" When you weren’t strong enough— All your struggles and resistance were nothing but cute antics or clownish performances in the eyes of others! For example, if you saw a tiny ant waving its claws at you, would you feel fear or dread? You’d more likely crouch down and watch its little performance with amusement. And when you grew bored—you’d simply crush it under your fingers! Mordred, who had slipped away earlier, suddenly reappeared, glaring at him furiously. "You bastard—do you really want to wipe out humanity that badly?" She had only run off earlier out of embarrassment. But seeing King Solomon appear now, she couldn’t help but worry for Nameless. "You ask if I enjoy destroying humanity? Of course I do—so, so much! I’m having the time of my life right now!" King Solomon burst into laughter. "If I weren’t enjoying it, why would I go to such lengths to kill each and every one of you?" "Your deaths bring me joy—I love watching the final strokes of your lives. Your dying screams are especially delightful!" The tyrannical mastermind behind it all now grinned with radiant glee. In his ecstatic euphoria, he even twirled a finger against his temple, his expression brimming with hysterical madness. It was a sight that chilled the blood. Clearly, the annihilation of humanity was his greatest, most exhilarating pleasure! "Humanity was hopeless from the start. Only I can make efficient use of every last one of you!" King Solomon stopped laughing, his voice dripping with scorn. "This is the highest salvation you could ever receive!" Mash glared at him furiously. "King of Mages, Solomon—you’re just like Lev. You don’t appreciate life at all, and you toy with humanity without restraint!" From the moment she gained consciousness, she had always believed life was precious beyond measure. She longed for connection. To regard all who walk the path of life as her seniors. In her eyes, the world was so beautiful. So beautiful that she could never grow tired of it. Yet these fools dared to attempt destroying everything! Thus, Mashu unhesitatingly walked the path of protecting humanity and the world alongside her senior. "Heh, little girl, as a mere human, don’t speak of so-called life." Solomon’s voice dripped with mockery. "What have you accomplished in these thousands of years? An endless cycle of death and mediocrity—nothing but beasts cowering before mortality." For origınal chapters go to 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥 "If you cannot overcome death, then abandon your fear of it. If you find death terrifying, then cast aside your wisdom!" "Ugly! So utterly ugly! Master of Chaldea, why cling to life when you know there’s no salvation in the future?" This mastermind behind the scenes wantonly vented his fury. From his tone and demeanor, it was clear these were his genuine thoughts. He truly believed humanity was too ugly, too sinful, too unforgivable. This was why he ignited the Incineration of Humanity, seeking to burn human history to ashes! Before Nameless could respond. King Solomon continued: "Naive and foolish Master of Chaldea, only by abandoning everything can you live most easily!" "Being burned to nothingness is your best fate—otherwise, you’ll witness true terror!" His eyes brimmed with pity. As if gazing upon a pitiable fool. This stirred both anger and an uncanny unease among the observers— [Damn it, this bastard Solomon, could he have actually seen visions of humanity’s future destruction?] [With his Clairvoyance that sees past and future, he must have witnessed it!] [Shit, he’s the one who started the Incineration, yet claims something worse exists?] [Does he mean the Lostbelts after the Singularities? Or something else?] [When Almighty Zeus was defeated earlier, he also mentioned terrifying enemies—is humanity doomed to extinction?]