Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

"Still, when you consider Nameless's achievements, this title is the only one that truly suits him. King Arthur really was stingy compared to Qin Shi Huang."

Roya recalled the previous bestowment.

Back then, King Arthur had granted Nameless the title of Holy Light Knight—just an ordinary seat at the Round Table.

If she had taken the chance to make him her consort instead, would there even be room for anyone else?

Speaking of which, Qin Shi Huang could also bestow the title of Imperial Consort…

"…King Arthur's title was just fine."

Souma rolled his eyes.

Did she think he actually wanted these titles?

Traversing six thousand years of human history, working overtime every single day—who in their right mind would want more fame?

If every heroic spirit started bestowing titles on him, he might as well just kill himself and re-sign his contract with Alaya to continue slaving away.

"Damn you, Alaya! You just want me completely exposed so I'll die and you can force me back into 24/7 overtime!"

Souma had finally figured out the black-hearted capitalist's scheme.

He had been resting for years now.

To Alaya, even a workhorse didn't deserve this much downtime.

Hell, the most ruthless capitalists would weep at this level of exploitation!

Ding-dong~

Just as he was about to curse aloud, a notification suddenly popped up on his phone.

Souma shuddered instantly, instinctively thinking another exposé video had been released.

That bastard—could he have directly posted footage about Qin Shi Huang's follow-up?

However,

When he tremblingly clicked open the notification, he found it was just a single message—

[Hello, would you like to meet him?]

???

Souma was stunned.

This shocked him even more than when Gilgamesh had suddenly appeared before him.

Because the sender of this message was unmistakably—

[Alaya!]

That black-hearted capitalist bastard actually knew how to ask politely?

Had she grown a conscience? Was she trying to be nicer to him?

Souma took a deep breath, suppressing his overwhelming shock: "How?"

The reply came instantly—

[Monster Reborn]

"Uh… are you a card game nerd too?"

Souma blinked.

That card's effect was literally reviving a long-dead character back onto the field.

He immediately realized—of course she was playing cards.

And why was he so certain?

Because—

He was the card!

Tricked into signing a contract, doomed to walk the path of saving humanity with no way back!

Damn you, Alaya!

One day, I'll make you kneel before me and sing Conquer!

...

Crack—

Under the gaze of countless onlookers,

The empty grave split apart completely.

"Hmm?"

Qin Shi Huang frowned slightly, watching the shattered tomb.

This grave was an exact replica of the one Nameless had prepared for himself back then.

But after his victory against the gods, his body had dissolved into light—rendering it useless.

Everyone around looked even more bewildered.

This was completely unexpected.

When King Arthur had held the Round Table's knighting ceremony, it had succeeded without issue—so why was there a disturbance now?

Crack—

The grave fully collapsed.

Though it was just an ordinary, unmarked little mound,

At this moment, it was as if the sealed pages of history had been torn open!

Endless battle cries erupted from within the grave.

Hundreds of thousands of black-armored Qin soldiers roared in unison—

"Feng! Da feng!"

"Feng! Da feng!"

"Feng! Da feng!"

...

Their voices merged into a deafening tide, synchronized to an unimaginable degree.

It was as if everyone was once again witnessing the moment when Qin Shi Huang, leading the Qin army alongside Nameless, had stood against the gods of the heavens.

Unlike watching a video,

This was an immersive experience—reliving the glory and passion of that era firsthand.

They could even hear Nameless and Qin Shi Huang's voices—

"Who says we lack robes? We share the same garments. When the king calls for war, we sharpen our spears and halberds—marching together!"

"Who says we lack robes? We share the same cloaks. When the king calls for war, we hone our lances and swords—standing as one!"

"Who says we lack robes? We share the same tunics. When the king calls for war, we ready our armor and arms—fighting side by side!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The hundreds of thousands of black-armored Qin soldiers marched forward in perfect unison.

Past and present converged in this moment!

...

In a presidential suite in Fuyuki City,

Mordred stared blankly: "What the hell is this?"

A tiny grave, yet it seemed to contain the entire Qin Dynasty from over two thousand years ago!

Such an unbelievable sight left her utterly baffled.

"Qin Shi Huang used his Imperial Privilege, combined with the Dragon of Human Order from China, to forge a connection with Nameless—tearing him straight out of Alaya's grasp!"

Artoria took a deep breath, feeling as if she had glimpsed the collective will of humanity itself.

Could it be… that thing actually had an independent personality?

"Pulling him… out of Alaya?"

Mordred was full of disbelief. "Isn't this similar to the Holy Grail summoning in the 'Unlimited Blade Works' video?"

Alaya, the collective consciousness of humanity, selects Guardians to protect the survival of mankind.

Every Heroic Spirit is essentially a temporary worker under Alaya, descending in spirit form to assist in safeguarding human history.

But Nameless is a full-time employee, able to delve deep into various eras to carry out his duties.

Each journey to a new era creates another timeline of Nameless.

Once he sacrifices himself and perishes, he returns to Alaya's embrace.

Now, Qin Shi Huang has temporarily summoned the Nameless who perished in that timeline?

Under the watchful eyes of Mordred and everyone present—

The tomb atop the altar completely cracked open.

A painfully familiar figure emerged from within.

He reached back with a casual gesture.

The gate to history, opened over two thousand years ago, was effortlessly shut behind him.

Everything returned to silence.

Qin Shi Huang stared blankly at the man before him, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke: "Teacher… Zheng has seen you again!"

Standing before him was none other than Nameless—the one who had once guided him step by step, saved him time and again, and even sacrificed himself to sever the connection between gods and men!

At the sight of that iconic red cloak and snow-white hair—

Countless viewers around the world erupted in shock—

-[Holy shit, it's Nameless! A living Nameless!]

-[Damn, I've watched his legend in videos, but I never thought I'd see the real Nameless appear in person!]

-[Watching His Majesty the First Emperor's summoning ceremony was totally worth it!]

-[Sigh, this is clearly Nameless in his Servant form. His true self is probably still fighting to protect human history in some other timeline!]

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