Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

-[Sigh, just seeing how tragic Shirou's past was here...]

-[Calling for the heroic spirits' help, yet none answered—only he answered himself... I wonder how King Arthur and the others would react if they saw this.]

-[It's truly unimaginable what kind of resolve he must have had to become a hero of justice back then!]

-[Stride forth—justice lies beyond my corpse!]

-[Who knows how many versions of Shirou across timelines will answer the summon? Just thinking about it makes me tremble with excitement!]

...

Viewers worldwide felt their hearts grow heavy watching this.

Nameless, who had given everything for humanity, who walked through human history silently safeguarding the Human Order, yet remained an unnamed heroic spirit remembered by none.

Jeanne d'Arc, Artoria, Mordred, Gilgamesh… countless heroic spirits had all received his care.

Saved from peril by his nameless assistance, they became heroic spirits whose names resounded across the world, standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid.

But now.

Young Shirou, in his most desperate, most helpless moment—

His bloodstained face lifted as he cried out, pleading for a heroic spirit to descend—

"Please! Any heroic spirit, I beg you—answer my call and join me in ending this Holy Grail War!"

This was unmistakably the cry of someone pushed to the brink.

Yet,

No heroic spirit answered!

Not a single one!

Even though everyone knew full well that the boy had never encountered these heroic spirits, never forged deep bonds with them—

The suffocating despair was still overwhelming.

Artoria, watching the video, let out a soft sigh. "Nameless… you really… why couldn't you love yourself properly?"

Seeing this, even the mighty King Arthur, standing at the apex of the pyramid and adored by hundreds of millions of fans worldwide, felt the urge to weep.

In her most dangerous, most helpless moment, he had descended as the nameless knight who protected her.

But now.

Seeing him in danger, in his most helpless moment—she could do nothing to help him!

"I called for the heroic spirits to aid me, yet none answered… The only one who answered was myself…"

Jeanne d'Arc silently repeated these words.

In that moment, she suddenly understood why Nameless had told her to cherish herself when they first met.

So this was what he had gone through!

That man… had silently shouldered everything!

"Damn you, Nameless… trying to make me cry again!"

Jeanne watched the video, only to find her vision blurring.

The mighty and imperious Dark Saint, the Emperor of France—could no longer hold back her tears.

She could only tilt her head upward, refusing to let them fall.

In the video.

A card shimmered with dazzling radiance, as vast and mysterious magical energy surged in from all directions.

"Dammit! A blank card can't possibly summon a heroic spirit! It's impossible!"

Matou Shinji's hysterical screams echoed.

He couldn't comprehend it!

Couldn't comprehend why a completely useless piece of trash could still activate a summoning!

"Because… I never summoned a heroic spirit. The only one who answered was myself!"

Shirou's blood-streaked face twisted with resignation.

In the end, he could rely on no one—only himself.

"Damn you! You're just some ordinary brat with pitifully weak Magic Circuits! You have no future!" Shinji grew increasingly frenzied.

His opponent was pathetically weak.

He wanted to crush him like an insect.

Yet now, the boy holding the blank card seemed to have summoned the response of countless mighty existences.

So powerful that Shinji trembled uncontrollably!

Yes—even he, who had activated the Assassin summoning card and transformed into the death-bringing heroic spirit assassin, was now shaking in terror!

"Yeah, I'm weak. So weak I couldn't even protect my little sister."

Shirou sighed softly, his eyes burning like flames. "That's why I need to borrow my own strength—the strength of every version of me across all worlds."

"I beg you—every me across all worlds—answer my call! Let us end this Holy Grail War together!"

Hummm!

From the blank card surface, an overwhelming surge of power abruptly erupted.

The dazzling fluctuations raged wildly.

"You bastard, just die already!"

Shinji wanted to strike, but suddenly realized he couldn't move at all.

Yes—completely immobilized!

He felt as though he had been locked onto by a dragon standing at the apex of the food chain.

His entire body shuddered with terror, utterly paralyzed.

Let alone attempting a sneak attack!

Bzzz~

The image of the land of France appeared on the Phantasm Summon card.

The figure who walked the battlefield, transforming into a Red Specter, slaughtering enemies without restraint, suddenly halted.

His perpetually cold face broke into a rare smile. "I leave it to you, the other me—end that calamity and bring her happiness!"

A tremendous force surged into the body of the young Emiya Shirou, manifesting a crimson cloak behind him.

...

Bzzz~

The second scene flickered—Britain at the end of the Age of Gods.

The man who had just beheaded the White Dragon Vortigern with the demonic sword Gram, holding a rose born from dragon's blood to present to a maiden, suddenly paused.

His face, too, softened into a smile. "Lily, the other me needs help. Let me lend him my strength."

Another magnificent force violently poured into young Emiya Shirou.

...

Bzzz~

The third scene emerged—an era where humans and gods coexisted, a figure walking alongside the King of Heroes, the oldest of legends.

At this moment, he also stopped.

Holding a golden goblet, his face brimmed with amusement. "Here we go. Guess it's all up to me, huh?"

Under the King of Heroes' puzzled gaze, yet another power transcended time and space, descending upon young Emiya Shirou.

...

Bzzz~

The fourth scene unfolded—

The moment he activated Unlimited Blade Works, withstood the strike of Ea, and pierced the arrogant golden king through the heart.

He dissolved into light, vanishing from the world entirely.

When he reappeared, he was sitting in a classroom, glancing out the window with a grin. "Other me, protecting our little sister is up to you now."

A colossal force flowed from the ordinary high school student into young Emiya Shirou.

...

The Phantasm Summon card blazed wildly, countless scenes bursting forth.

A burly figure hammering weapons before a forge.

A presence in the Qin dynasty, guiding the First Emperor through his doubts.

A warrior standing against the horrors of humanity's evils within singularities.

...

Countless versions of himself answered the call in this instant!

No need to beseech any Heroic Spirit for aid.

Because—

He himself was the mightiest Heroic Spirit!

Crack~

Under the strain of this overwhelming power, fractures spread across the Phantsam Summon card.

It couldn't endure this convergence of forces transcending worlds and timelines!

Faced with this spectacle, the monstrous Shinji could only roar in fury: "You damn freak—what the hell are you?!"

The stunned audience, mouths agape, snapped back to reality—

-[Holy shit, you can do that?! Summoning versions of yourself from across worlds and timelines?!]

-[Shirou the Great is OP! Who the hell can stop him now?!]

-[Hahaha, it's finally getting hype—I can't even breathe from the hype!]

-[LMAO, Emiya getting called a monster by the actual monster Shinji, who's pissing himself in fear!]

-[Rejoice! He is the one who gathers all Emiyas into one, surpassing time and space, the sovereign who knows past and future—Emiya the Great!]

...

Countless viewers erupted in excitement at this moment.

It was explosive, exhilarating to the point of breathlessness!

Previously, Shirou only had his younger sister Miyu by his side, but she was cruelly taken away from him, and he was shamelessly mocked as a useless waste.

The boy who wanted to protect his sister, who aspired to be a hero of justice, suffered setback after setback.

The great disaster ten years ago took his parents, leaving him barely clinging to life amidst the flames.

Later, the benefactor who saved him also passed away, departing miserably in a darkness devoid of human hope.

And then.

His only remaining companion, his sister, was forcibly taken from him, intended to be used as a vessel for the Holy Grail.

To protect this world at the cost of sacrificing Miyu.

Everything that belonged to the boy was violently stripped away!

Just watching it was enough to make one want to cry, to pity him.

Now, everything was about to end.

If he couldn't summon heroic spirits for help, then he would rely entirely on himself.

On the countless versions of himself from parallel worlds, from countless timelines!

A vast and majestic power surged within the boy, forging the strongest and most terrifying amalgamation at this moment.

Within him, the figures of Shirous who had walked through human history converged from world after world.

Nameless, Archer, Senji Muramasa, the young hero... Now, he alone represented all the possibilities of Emiya.

Yes, at this very moment, he was not fighting alone.

He was not alone!

Merlin, who was watching the video, had been mocking: "Nameless, oh Nameless, back then not a single heroic spirit chose to answer your call? How pitiful!"

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