Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

Jing Ke Assassinates the King of Qin!

The epic that unfolded over two thousand years ago was about to repeat itself in this Lostbelt.

Nameless frowned at the resolute assassin. "Are you really sure you want to assassinate that… person?"

He pointed at the gargantuan Mechanical Divine Body in the sky, struggling to acknowledge it as a person.

It was just too big. How could anyone even get inside?

Against such an invincible mechanical colossus, how could a frail assassin possibly succeed?

"Yes, I'm certain!"

Jing Ke nodded with utmost solemnity.

She had failed once before, and this time she would not fail again!

With a smile, Jing Ke said, "Master, I know you don't want me to sacrifice myself. But this is my destiny, and it's what I most desire to do!"

Once, she had been summoned to Chaldea.

Music, films, novels, poetry—she had learned so much from them.

They were the crystallization of human wisdom.

The expression of countless people's experiences and self-awareness.

But here.

Under the autocratic rule of Qin Shi Huang, human civilization had been utterly extinguished.

Countless people had lost their cultural heritage.

The beautiful and melodious culture of poetry was treated as a scourge.

Once discovered, it was eradicated root and stem!

Jing Ke could not tolerate this.

The Qin Shi Huang of this Lostbelt was far more in need of her assassination than the one in Proper Human History.

"You—"

As the nameless one was about to continue persuading her.

He saw her figure flicker as she entered a state of stealth, vanishing completely from everyone's sight.

Clearly, this assassin had been fully prepared from the very beginning!

The onlookers were just as stunned as he was—

-[So, how exactly is she going to assassinate that thing?]

-[Not "The King Carries a Sword," but "The King Carries a Starship"?]

-[So, the pillar the King of Qin circled around... could it be the Earth itself?]

-[I don't see even a glimmer of hope...]

No one had any confidence in Jing Ke.

The Qin Shi Huang of this Lostbelt was so powerful he could crush the gods; no one dared to take him lightly.

Before him, even Nameless, who had unleashed his Noble Phantasm without reservation, would find it difficult to defeat him.

Ramesses II couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Another assassin!"

He hadn't forgotten how that despicable King Hassan had beheaded him with a single strike in the "Camelot Singularity."

Could it be.

That this assassin also intended to behead Qin Shi Huang?

What a joke!

After completing his mechanical divine body, Qin Shi Huang didn't even have a head for you to cut off!

Ramesses II snorted coldly: "With this assassin, forget about assassinating Qin Shi Huang—she couldn't possibly pose a threat to him!"

"Oh, do you look down upon an assassin who bears the Mandate of Heaven?"

A deep, powerful voice spoke up beside him.

"???"

Ramesses II was momentarily speechless.

Because the speaker was none other than King Hassan himself!

The latter stood quietly behind him, leaning on his greatsword, his expression calm and unreadable.

So, how the hell did you sneak in again?

Ramesses II had already repaired his temple over and over, plugging every hole and flaw.

Yet, he still couldn't keep this elusive figure out.

The temple might as well be the man's backyard, coming and going as he pleased!

Ramesses II said composedly, "It's not that I look down on her, but she cannot harm Qin Shi Huang!"

"Then, let us wait and see."

King Hassan said no more.

"How about this—shall we make a wager? If Jing Ke fails to threaten Qin Shi Huang, you must never appear in my sight again!"

Ramesses II couldn't resist adding, "If I lose, I will publicly invite you to the Great Temple!"

It was a bet he couldn't lose, as long as it got rid of this ghostly old man.

Coming and going as you please—is my Great Temple your home?

"Agreed."

King Hassan nodded calmly.

O Sun King, you are still too young!

The video continued.

Nameless watched the departing assassin and sighed softly, "Everyone, we must not stop either. Let's fight our way to that Qin Shi Huang!"

The wind howls, the Yi River runs cold; the assassin leaves, never to return.

That was their ordained fate.

As for him, the only thing he could do was end this Lostbelt.

The moment the group charged into Xianyang City, they witnessed an utterly bizarre scene.

Just a wall away.

Yet the cannon fire from earlier had not frightened these citizens of Xianyang in the slightest.

A painter exclaimed, "Hey, hey, don't interrupt me finishing this painting! This is to praise His Majesty's great achievements—I live purely for this purpose!"

"I must carve the most outstanding terracotta warrior for His Majesty!"

...

Outside, the battlefield raged with cannon fire, yet inside the city, it was all song and dance!

Countless puppet soldiers surged forth, not to attack Chaldea's group, but to protect the ordinary people!

Mordred looked astonished, "Uh, why does it feel like we're the invaders attacking peaceful Qin?"

"What the hell are these guys trying to do?"

Da Vinci grew increasingly puzzled as well.

Clatter, clatter, clatter~

Endless waves of puppet soldiers emerged, methodically beginning to evacuate the citizens.

Qin Liangyu snorted coldly, "Every citizen of Xianyang is His Majesty's treasure—none shall come to harm!"

"Seems to me that Qin Shi Huang is clearly treating people as his most prized 'ornamental pets'!" Mordred retorted bluntly.

"I refuse to acknowledge this as art!"

As a universal genius, Da Vinci also grew increasingly furious at this scene of revelry.

It appeared harmonious. It appeared blissful.

But everyone's paintings, sculptures, poetry, and music had only one purpose—

To praise and glorify Qin Shi Huang!

To Da Vinci, this could not even be called art—it was an outright insult to the very word!

"That Qin Shi Huang chose to shoulder all responsibility and sin, and naturally, he also embraced all arrogance!"

Nameless gazed at the magnificent and grandiose images before him. "In his eyes, only he is human. Everyone else is merely a part of his body."

In other words—

Qin Shi Huang saw himself as the Great Qin itself!

His wisdom was the wisdom of the Great Qin.

His future was the future of the Great Qin.

His lifespan was the lifespan of the Great Qin.

Everything about him was everything about the Great Qin!

As for the rest, they were merely sheltered parts of him, with no need to think of the future.

They only needed to live, generation after generation, in this eternally peaceful world—one that would never have a future.

This was the true meaning of the Eternal Empire!

"Compared to Qin Shi Huang, who truly acted upon this, the King of Heroes' claim of 'the king acknowledges, the king bears all' sounds more like empty bravado... Because Qin Shi Huang truly bore it for over two thousand years!"

Nameless' expression grew even more complicated.

That weak little Zheng from back then had now shouldered the weight of two millennia.

A miracle unprecedented in history.

Even Bedivere's fifteen-hundred-year journey to return the sword paled in comparison.

At that moment—

Qin Liangyu, while directing puppet soldiers to evacuate civilians, remarked in surprise, "I thought you lot would seize the chance to attack."

"We are not invaders."

Nameless replied calmly. "Even if the existence of this Lostbelt is wrong, standing on the moral high ground and destroying it without hesitation is the height of arrogance."

Lostbelts were parallel worlds that diverged from the course of Proper Human History.

No one could claim their path was absolutely correct—thus, no one had the right to impose moral judgment on others.

To Qin Shi Huang, to Qin Liangyu, to all of the Great Qin, they of Chaldea were the invaders!

"If possible, I'd rather not step onto the battlefield. I'd much rather go home and grow sweet potatoes."

Qin Liangyu gripped her spear tightly, anger flashing in her eyes. "Only by lulling the people's malice can peace reign under heaven. This is His Majesty's great work—no one is permitted to destroy it!"

"You are not wrong. The world is wrong. We are fated to be enemies." Nameless sighed softly.

The audience, who had originally hoped to witness Nameless' divine might, now found their hearts heavy—

-[Perhaps ignorance is bliss. I actually think it sounds pretty nice.]

-[Knowing nothing, living only to breed and sing praises to Qin Shi Huang—I couldn't stand that kind of life!]

-[No right or wrong, only victory or defeat. The strongest will be the last one laughing!]

-[Pity. Even if Nameless fails, the Lostbelt is doomed to destruction anyway.]

-[Maybe Qin Shi Huang foresaw this future, which is why he never went all-out against Nameless and the others...]

...

Seeing this—

Mordred couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Come to think of it, Father, you and Qin Shi Huang seem kinda similar."

"Hm?"

Artoria turned her gaze toward her.

"Tsk, you're supposed to be the Perfect King, yet you also wanted to shoulder the entire burden of Britain alone!"

Mordred looked the other up and down, "Pity you didn't have a mechanical holy body, so you ended up walking the Lion King's path. But still, you wanted to keep all of humanity caged!"

In the [Sacred Round Table Domain], it's clearly shown.

The Lion King gathered the purest, kindest people from countless individuals, placing them in the world within the Holy Lance, creating a paradise for only five hundred people.

No wars, eternal peace.

These people would exist forever alongside the Lion King.

But in the Lostbelt.

Qin Shi Huang directly turned the entire Qin dynasty into paradise.

Eternally eliminating war, while also eternally suppressing everyone's wisdom, forever keeping humanity caged!

"Perhaps..."

Artoria's expression momentarily turned melancholy.

If she had possessed a mechanical holy body, she might truly have walked the same path.

Bearing the entire weight of Britain on her shoulders, single-handedly determining the future of all living beings.

"Hmph, the throne is truly poison!"

Mordred couldn't help but curl her lip.

Rather than hating her father-king, she hated Merlin and the people of Britain even more for making him king.

That's why she started the rebellion—to destroy Britain and grant her father true freedom!

See, what a filial child she was.

Not some rebellious knight at all!

Nearby, Gawain glanced at the crown set aside: "Hmm, you're right."

Indeed, the throne is poison.

Now neither of you wants it!

Is this thing some kind of cursed object that brings misfortune to whoever wears it?

The video continued.

Even Xiang Yu had failed; Qin Liangyu stood no chance against Nameless.

She was defeated in the blink of an eye.

Then, the scene suddenly shifted to the Epang Palace.

Han Xin, as plump as a certain singer, spoke apologetically: "My apologies, Your Majesty. As expected, I have failed and can only atone with my death."

"It matters not. As long as Chaldea does not defeat me, they cannot end the Great Qin!"