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Because it is real, there are no flaws at this moment, but as the King of Heroes' Noble Phantasm is continuously analyzed, a large amount of dense information unfolds.

"This is………."

"impossible--!!"

Even the King of Gold was speechless, his crimson pupils shrinking to a tiny dot as he stared almost incoherently at the man standing tall in the night sky.

[King of Salary]

Rank: [EX]

Description: [The Ancient King, who defeated the Ancient Dragon, seized the First Flame, and burned himself to continue the flame, imprisoned the souls of his enemies by defeating them, and ultimately threw them into the First Flame as fuel to generate miraculous power to fight against the unknown.]

【God Killer】

Rank: [EX]

Description: [Special attack against gods, amplified magical power, indestructible body, godlike. A demon king who slays gods, seizes their power, and uses them as fuel to perpetuate his flame.]

【Lengominiad】

Rank: [EX]

Note: [When the four anchors that anchored the world became materials, the altar that perpetuated the world was born, named Rungomminiad.]

It burns with a flame capable of incinerating everything—concepts, spirituality, cognition, information, resentment—all can be used as kindling in a pale fire, a terrifying flame called the First Flame.

In addition, there are a series of powers and traits ranging from A+ to EX levels.

He's even more stubborn than him, and completely unreasonable.

He almost wanted to shout, "This game experience is terrible!"

But in reality, this so-called inherent ability is nothing more than the Holy Grail system and his Noble Phantasm, which have been categorized into information that humans can understand.

Essentially, it's the qualities he can detect.

From the King of Gold's perspective at this moment, what he sees is neither human, nor god, nor even a living being.

Instead, it was an altar, a burning bonfire, surrounded by patches of color that defied description, a chaotic, flowing mass.

Chains imbued with terrifying magical power sealed the campfire—no, not sealed the campfire...

It is the embers of a god, sealed within the campfire, attempting to escape as fuel.

And the campfire was just a manifestation of what he saw, wasn't it?

Essentially, it is a furnace that crushes everything, burns it as a sacrifice, and thus sustains something.

As for what to maintain?

"This...this is impossible."

The voice did not come from Saber; her monstrous intuition could only vaguely sense a deadly danger and the fear of facing a natural enemy.

Besides, there was a vague sense of familiarity, yet also a sense of strangeness, as if something within it was something she had once possessed.

(Rosether: Guess where I got my material?)

It was Merlin who spoke.

He even forgot his disguise at this moment, his appearance still resembling Mordred's, staring at the "campfire" with a complex, blank, and incredulous expression.

"This...this is the pruning of the forces that resist the phenomena, maintaining the existence of the world."

He stared blankly at the young man, and asked incredulously, "You come from the world that was cut off?"

"Is it weird?"

The young man chuckled and said, "Human history is a hymn to courage. Even if we are abandoned by 'He,' should we give up? Humanity's indomitable will will not admit it. Even in the most desperate situations, we will create miracles."

Merlin's lips trembled slightly.

Is a miracle a miracle because it can be created so easily?

Moreover, that was after it was cut off, falling into absolute nothingness, already separated from the protection of the universe...

He stared intently at the mottled altar in his vision.

The mysterious and profound incantations on that chain were so familiar.

It was so familiar that it seemed as if he had engraved it himself, or even with an unprecedentedly solemn and serious demeanor.

In other words, he also participated in the establishment of that altar in that world, and fought against the sway of events alongside many heroes.

"No wonder your will to die is so immense, so that the line of death is invisible, as if it were death itself..."

Ryougi Shiki uttered a calm sound that seemed out of place with her lips.

The emptiness in his eyes took on a tangible form at that moment, as if it were connected to some magnificent existence.

Having slain countless gods and used them as fuel for fire, how could his will to die not be powerful?

After all, that was the death of countless gods.

Moreover, in essence, the man before him came from a world of nothingness, a state even more complete than death.

It really is...

At this moment, even the true owner of Ryougi Shiki's physical body looked at Rother differently.

This build is completely designed to counter her because she's essentially empty-headed.

"you....."

The King of Gold stared blankly at the divine death aura surrounding the man, his lips trembling slightly.

What was once an eternal existence is now nothing but the embers after it has been completely burned.

Even the resentment, curses, and wails that burned the soul of a god were consumed by this incomprehensible, deathly fire.

All that remained was a desolate expanse of ashes.

Densely packed, layer upon layer... forming a swirling, deathly gray cloud of smoke.

It really is... an altar.

An altar for offering sacrifices to the gods and maintaining the world.

"The Lord of Cinder, or the Godslayer, is the title given to us, the Kings of Ritual."

Under the silvery moonlight.

The pale flames within the youth overflowed from his fingers. Looking at the fire that danced quietly in the moonlight, it was as if one could hear the wails of the gods within it.

"In essence, they are just survivors burdened with the fate of the world."

"this...."

At this moment, the Golden King named Gilgamesh felt more absurdity and confusion than anything else.

His greatest achievement was actually bidding farewell to the gods, which reveals his attitude towards them.

Even so, he still acknowledged the gods' love for humanity.

(Lunar History.)

It's simply a belief that humanity's future should be left to humanity.

Just like a grown child needs to leave the embrace of their parents.

But I never expected to encounter an even more ruthless character.

They actually dragged all the gods away and burned them, leaving absolutely no trace behind.

Moreover, no matter how confident he was in himself, he was well aware of the power of the gods.

That is an existence that no mere human can defeat. Any change in the mindset of a true supreme god could potentially alter the course of human history.

This is also one of the reasons why he bid farewell to the gods.

His pride would not allow such an existence to dictate the future of humanity.

but......

"As I said before, I do not come from your timeline."

The man calmly watched the ancient heroes whose pupils had contracted sharply.

"In my world, there are no gods, no heroic spirits, and even the existence of souls is just a legend. I come from a purely material world line."

Technology?

Let alone the heroic spirits, even the Earthlings in the scene were speechless at the overwhelming aura emanating from the powerful figure.

Wait, buddy, what part of your body is covered in technology?

It's not science, is it?

Even the Servants were starting to lose their composure.

If you're into technology, then what are we?

Your magic is at least A+, right?

Ignoring the doubts, the young man continued, "Until the prehistoric civilization discovered a spiritual dimension called subspace."

Infinite dimensions, infinite energy, like an inexhaustible blue ocean, even capable of galaxy-level crossings using subspace.

What an opportunity this is for a civilization!

Therefore, the prehistoric civilization of this planet achieved leapfrog development, elevating itself to a godlike level in a short period of time, calling itself an ancient sage, and extending its reach into every corner of the observable universe.

Until...the subspace truly established contact with the mortal realm, and began to evolve due to the exponential increase in the emotions and thought processes of intelligent life in the material world...

The rest was left unsaid.

But whether it was the Heroic Spirit present or watching this moment, the Master, or even the Earthlings in the scene, everyone felt a deep chill.

Infinite dimensions and infinite energy are a good thing.

But if it were to evolve due to the thought processes of intelligent life, it would be an extremely terrifying and horrific disaster.

Earthlings themselves are all aware that they are quite dark about their own thoughts at times.

What forum? They're all Slaanesh and Khorne's chosen ones.

In reality, it all comes down to education, morality, and social and legal rules to guide us.

If infinite energy evolves due to their conscious activities and emotions....

Holy crap, even they're scared.

After all, the most intense emotions are usually those of hatred and anger.

Or they're fanatics...

Saber couldn't help but grip the holy sword tighter; even she, who held fast to her ideals, understood the malice of humanity.

That is the primal evil restrained by order and morality, a malice originating from the subconscious and the instinct for life.

Or rather... chaos.

Because human nature is chaotic, it is inherently neither good nor evil.

and many more!

Could it be...

The King of Gold looked up incredulously.

"You mean..."

"Yes, gods were born... gods who wielded authority over a subspace far larger than the real universe, gods born from humanity's chaotic instincts. They were the offspring of the subspace, the chaotic gods who ruled over all things."

The youth sighed: "The will of the first planet to be born hatched great souls from the material body. They measured the universe, traveled among the stars, and waged war against the ancient saints of the stars."

No one knows what happened, only that after that, the ancestors of mankind, the ancient sages who were once scattered among the stars, disappeared.

But the gods are still here...

In my world, the Age of Gods never ended, and the chaotic gods never left; they were merely bound by our ancestors to a grand ritual called "mythology."

"A grand ritual called mythology...?"

Upon hearing this, the heroic spirits knew that this was probably a great magical phenomenon comparable to Valhalla.

Mythology can actually be used as a magical ritual to bind the gods? What an ingenious idea! Even they couldn't help but applaud in amazement.