Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

"Once, you were abandoned, exiled to the void of imaginary numbers. In your anger, you still chose [self-sealing], wishing to continue sheltering humanity."

Back then, the gods had betrayed her. The Mother Goddess who had created the world of Sumer, who had birthed the gods of Sumer, was defeated and exiled to a lifeless void.

A world more desolate than the underworld.

There, not even the souls of the dead could be seen.

Only emptiness.

An endless void, enough to drive any human to madness and suicide.

Yet, the Beast of Humanity who had returned still did not choose to recklessly take revenge on humanity.

Under Nameless's words.

Tears streamed from Tiamat's eyes as she gazed at him tenderly.

"You are the will to consume the world, the origin that loves the world. But now, you are the evil that has been rejected, no longer needed by this world."

Nameless paused, as if struggling to say it, "Your very existence is the original sin!"

The Beast of Humanity is the love of humanity.

But extremes meet.

Love to the extreme becomes destruction.

"Though your heart may resist, your anger is now the past. Humanity must move toward the future. I have crossed timelines to protect human order."

Nameless suddenly stepped forward toward her. "O Mother of Genesis, now is the time to let go of humanity!"

This time.

Nameless opened his arms to her, walking toward her.

But it was not merely an embrace—

It was farewell!

"Don't go, don't leave me!"

Tears spilled from Tiamat's eyes, rolling down her beautiful cheeks.

Though she was the Mother Goddess who stood above all living beings, above even the gods, in this moment, she seemed utterly helpless.

She wrapped her arms around the boy, letting her tears fall freely. "And don't love me anymore..."

Though she longed to hold him, to keep him by her side forever.

It was because of love that she chose to let go.

Nameless sighed heavily. "You will be cast back into the void of imaginary numbers... to endure eternal solitude once more, with no one to accompany you!"

Just speaking these words filled him with unbearable sorrow.

"I know..."

Tiamat gently embraced him.

Wanting to hold him tightly, to meld him into her very being, never to part again.

Yet she was so careful.

As if cradling the most precious treasure, not daring to exert the slightest pressure.

"You're truly gentle."

Nameless sighed heavily once more.

He should have watched as she was exiled, discarded like trash into the void of imaginary numbers.

No one would remember her.

No one would ever see Her again.

Just like that, she would become an abandoned womb of creation, sinking into eternal silence.

How cruel!

Nameless smiled as he reached out to wipe the tears from her cheeks: "Let me bear all of this. After all, I'm just a nameless heroic spirit who can't be remembered either!"

Walking through human history, protecting humanity, safeguarding human order, yet never remembered.

This was the path of the Hero of Justice he had chosen.

After he repaired the Singularity, he would be completely forgotten.

The originally destroyed Uruk would be revised by history as having fallen to ordinary disasters.

Or perhaps some terrifying magical beast.

Neither he nor Tiamat would exist, leaving no trace behind.

The King of Heroes would simply die from overwork as usual.

Yet in later histories, legends would be rewritten, turning him into a tyrannical ruler...

Seeing this, all viewers instantly recalled the related—

[The nameless heroic spirit who walked in darkness ultimately returns to darkness, forgotten by the world!]

[Damn it, I'm not crying! This guy Nameless, he and Tiamat just had to go and make people cry!]

[If romance becomes a shackle, I'd choose to return to solitude for you... There's a kind of love called letting go, giving up eternity for love!]

[Damn, I thought this was gonna be some hype boss battle, why did it turn into a tear-jerking depression fest?]

...

Tiamat carefully cupped Nameless's face in her hands: "Will... you stay with me?"

Her voice was so faint.

Even trembling slightly.

Like seeing a glimmer of light in the darkness, afraid it might vanish if she got too close.

"After I fight my last battle, I should go to the imaginary number world to be with you. Or... you could come find me," Nameless replied with a smile.

By that time.

Perhaps not even the gods would remember him.

If in the end, no one remembered him, having even one person who did would be something beautiful.

"Thank you~"

Tiamat trembled slightly as she pulled him into an embrace.

Her slender hands gently stroked his hair.

The scene was incredibly heartwarming.

The once most terrifying boss now seemed like a gentle older sister, tenderly holding the boy.

Nameless closed his eyes slightly, savoring this rare moment of warmth.

Yet he had to remind her: "Well... I should go now."

"Okay~"

Tiamat's voice was thick with reluctance, already carrying a faint quiver.

But she gently released him, pouring vast amounts of magical energy into the boy before her: "One last help for you."

"Thank you~"

Nameless was momentarily stunned before sighing in gratitude.

Though he would lose this power completely upon leaving this world.

It was genuine creation deity-level power.

Abandoning all her strength meant she had completely given up resistance, allowing humanity to exile her.

She longed for her children to stay by her side.

Yet in the end, she chose—

To let go!

What an adorable Tiamat!

Who wouldn't love her?

Snap!

The stark black-and-white [Nega-Genesis] barrier abruptly began to crumble and dissipate.

Crack~

The barrier shattered completely.

Nameless hovered above the remnants of the barrier, shouting toward the distant Gilgamesh: "Gilgamesh, it's your turn now!"

"You damn friend, I'll settle accounts with you later!"

Gilgamesh roared in anger.

Yet inwardly, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as you're safe.

Since the other had faced Tiamat directly without incident, there was no longer any need for concern.

After dealing with the terrifying Beast of Humanity before him, he'd settle the score properly!

Back then, when this person and Enkidu sacrificed themselves together, dying before his very eyes, it had plunged him into endless agony!

Golden ripples blossomed around Gilgamesh.

Countless weapons familiar to spectators were drawn forth from them.

They vibrated intensely as they spun, wreathed in endless crimson mist.

"Primordial Mother Goddess, I bear you no hatred. Though the people of Uruk may harbor anger, they too hold no hatred. We are fated never to understand each other."

Gilgamesh gazed at her and spoke calmly, "You are existence that conceives and creates all things, while we are existence that grows and embarks on journeys."

"No matter how profound a child's affection may be, they must eventually leave their mother's side!"

Having spoken, as vast magical energy surged around him, Gilgamesh proclaimed loudly:

[Sing of genesis. When heaven and earth were first divided, even the void offered its blessings]

[Rend the World, My Sword of Rupture!]

Endless magical energy erupted as a crimson light pillar shot into the heavens, the mad edge that could tear the world apart sweeping violently in all directions.

[The Mortar of the Stars, the Celestial Hell is the End of the Genesis Eve!]

Gilgamesh gazed at the colossal Primordial Mother Goddess. "Let your death bring an end to all this—"

[Enuma Elish—The Star of Creation that Splits Heaven and Earth!]

Bzzzt!

The Sword of Rupture spun violently, unleashing its true power in full.

The madness capable of rending the world transformed into a crimson pillar of light, crashing down upon the massive Primordial Mother Goddess.

Crack—

Her body began to shatter, no longer able to withstand the Sword of Rupture's edge.

Crack—

The underworld started fracturing, torn apart by the fully unleashed Sword of Rupture.

Crack—

Beneath the endless crimson radiance, a gateway to infinite nothingness emerged.

That was the Imaginary Number Space—the world hidden within the reverse side of the world.

Tiamat's colossal form was completely swallowed by the splitting void of the Imaginary Number Space.

Only her final cry remained: "Aaaaaa (Do not forget me)!"

After her departure—

Gilgamesh could hardly contain himself, shouting loudly, "Damn you, Nameless! This time, it was I who struck with full power—don't even think of stealing the spotlight again!"

Watching that man die before his eyes decades ago had left a wound that never fully healed.

But this time—

He hadn't allowed the other to choose self-sacrifice, to fully unleash the Sword of Rupture's might.

This was his victory!

"Oh? Is that so?"

Nameless descended from the sky, a faint smile on his lips. "Golden Brat, your soul is born from death, while my name is eternally carved into the earth."

At this moment, he was the temporary Primordial Mother Goddess!

"What do you mean?"

Gilgamesh instinctively sensed something amiss.

But before he could demand an answer, the other's figure blurred—

Nameless landed gently before Ishtar, where Ereshkigal had vanished, and radiant light burst forth—

"Revive the Dead!"

Bzzzt—

The Queen of the Underworld, who had been erased by the backlash of defying the underworld's laws, began reforming under this light!

This was Nameless' greatest regret.

The kind and gentle Goddess of Death, who had sacrificed herself for humanity.

He could never allow her to disappear like that.

And that was why Tiamat had temporarily lent him her power.

That Primordial Mother Goddess had always loved all her children.

The countless deaths left in her wake would now be overseen by the Queen of the Underworld, who would assist in managing the new world.

"I... I'm alive again?" Ereshkigal stared blankly at him.

She had thought her end was certain, yet here she was, revived once more.

What was happening?

Why did this boy before her carry the scent of the Mother Goddess?

"What the hell is going on?" Ishtar was equally stunned.

How had he suddenly gained the power to create gods? Had the Mother Goddess lent him her strength?

But wasn't the Mother Goddess supposed to destroy humanity? Why would she help him?

Nameless smiled faintly and waved. "Eresh, you're the most beautiful flower of the underworld. So, the new world is in your hands now~"

"Hey! Are you leaving again?" Ereshkigal's face flushed before she hurriedly called out.

This guy—last time, he'd vanished without a word, leaving her searching endlessly.

Now, having revived her, he was clearly about to leave again.

What a despicable villain!

If not for him, how could she feel even lonelier than before?

Gilgamesh also raised his voice in question: "What exactly are you trying to do?"

"It's simple—to give humanity a future."

Nameless's body soared into the sky, transforming completely into a dazzling, radiant light.

He seemed to become a miniature sun, illuminating the entire world.

The boundless future power from the Primordial Mother Goddess was now fully nourishing the world.

When a whale falls, all things flourish!

The destroyed world would become even more prosperous than before.

The ruined fortress of Uruk reverted to its original state as an ancient city, with all traces left by the Beast Goddess Tiamat completely erased.

People lived and worked in peace, enjoying happy lives.

The Singularity on the brink of destruction was fully restored!

Humanity had completely broken free from the shackles of the gods, truly stepping into an era of their own.

"Goodbye, my dearest friend! Please forgive me for this last act of selfishness~"

Nameless's figure slowly faded away, leaving only his final words: "The battle of humanity's farewell to the gods is won! Uruk still stands here!"

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