I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

Chapter 153 Interlude

Time flew by, and it was already midnight.

Enkidu and Illya arrived at the grassy field in front of them.

"Huh? Brother Gil didn't come today?" Ilya looked at the grass in front of her with a puzzled expression.

“He has something very important to do today… so I guess he can’t make it.” Enkidu patted Illya’s head. “Don’t be afraid, I’m a Heroic Spirit too. Dealing with this Heroic Spirit who is the incarnation of an Assassin’s Class Card is still very easy.”

“Mmm!” Ilya nodded happily.

(Illya's affection for Enkidu +1)

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Enkidu spent the whole day playing with Illya. Enkidu, who could even tame a volatile guy like Gilgamesh, treated children with extreme gentleness, instantly becoming the king of the kids...

Is Jill still fighting in the mental space? She's probably getting bullied terribly.

Hmm...maybe?

……

Jill clenched her fists. "Ha...ha...you're really Caster? Don't joke with me, your melee and Soul Flash are evenly matched! And!"

Jill swung her hand and knocked an arrow away. "You even brought reinforcements? Is this how you play?!"

"Enough talk! Fire! Fire!" the wise king roared, and countless magical artifacts flew out.

Gilles casually waved his hand, and countless Noble Phantasms accurately shot down the incoming ones.

"Ha... Fighting you is much more interesting than fighting that idiot!"

Jill grinned, smiling excitedly.

"Hmph, that brain-dead bastard, if he were in front of me, I'd want to beat him up too," the wise king agreed.

After casually making fun of themselves, the two chose to wait and see again.

The wise king waved his hand, making contact with the existence of the inherent barrier, and then gripped the axe in his hand tightly.

Jill gripped her greatsword tightly, then stared intently at her opponent.

Perhaps because of their similar thought processes, the two attacked each other simultaneously, their axes and greatswords clashing together with a crisp metallic clang.

"Ugh!" Gil looked at the wise king with displeasure. "Can't you let me have a little more?"

“No, apart from that idiot, who would hold back when fighting someone who knows them best!” The wise king replied, then shook Gil away.

The two of them tacitly refrained from using predictive abilities, otherwise, wouldn't fighting like this be completely pointless?

"Drink!" A stone tablet appeared in the wise king's hand, followed by countless runes surrounding Gil—

"This thing!" Jill chose to confront it head-on with magic. "Who's afraid of you!"

Crimson flames blazed up, Gil clenched his fist, and a cage of flames appeared around the wise king.

The two had been fighting in this golden space for several hours. In fact, the Wise King had been intentionally or unintentionally holding back a bit, otherwise, with Gil's current abilities, he would never have been able to fight the Wise King for so long.

"Hmm... well, never mind, you're almost at your limit today." The Wise King said, looking at Gil who was panting heavily.

"I'm fine! I want to get stronger!" Jill shouted.

"Hmm? What? You think you're not strong enough now? You can easily crush the top figures in many worlds, don't take your good fortune for granted." The wise king said.

“Not enough… Ah, wise king, do you know what the fragments of the world are sending me?” Gil gasped.

The wise king frowned.

No, Jill shouldn't be able to see it at this time. According to his understanding, Jill should only be able to perceive the emotions of the world fragments and the desires contained within them after reaching at least the eighth world.

How is this going?

"Don't look so surprised. Is it that strange?" Jill gasped for breath, his magic power completely drained in the past few hours, and his mind exhausted from dealing with the high-frequency attacks.

Even so, he was still standing.

In fact, he had already reached his limit.

“The fragments of the world, they are conveying to me… fear. I cannot hear the desires of the fragments of the world, nor can I feel their deeper emotions, but I can feel their fear.” Gil pressed one hand to his heart. “Actually, I felt it when I retrieved the first fragment of the world from Yashiro Isana in the first world.”

My opponent is someone who can instill fear in the world.

The wise king listened to Gil's account and simply sighed, "I thought there was nothing at all..."

"how?"

"No, it's nothing, but have you forgotten what you said to that imposter? Adequate rest is fundamental to cultivation." The Wise King put down the stone slab. "Indeed, we may be facing that kind of opponent, but are you afraid?"

“How could that be?” Jill said bluntly. “That kind of guy…”

"Then stand up straight! Heads up, chests out!" the wise king roared. "As you said, our opponent is that kind of guy. There are others like that in this world—opponents called the Destructive Factor!"

"So show me your spirit! Use all your strength to defeat them!"

“Ugh, I know, it’s so annoying.” Jill clicked her tongue. “Thanks.”

In the dark world of bullets, Jill could still remember what the monster looked like.

An aura of destruction emanated continuously, far surpassing... no, it was completely wrong, it far surpassed the evil of this world.

The evil in this world is merely evil thought, while the destructive factor carries a terrifying will to destroy everything.

Although the monster was annihilated by Jill with a single blow from the Ea sword, Jill was still somewhat worried.

If even a C++ destructive factor requires the use of the Ea sword (EA) to eliminate it, then surely there will be B-level or even A-level destructive factors waiting for me in the future.

At that time, would the Divergence Sword still be able to easily defeat the opponent?

The wise king saw through all of this and with a sharp rebuke, he brought Gil back to his senses.

Jill thanked him and then disappeared into the golden space.

"...Hmph, indeed... When I first encountered such an opponent, I was also confused... But even a destructive force cannot escape the fate of destruction..." The wise king muttered to himself, "It seems it's time to move on to the next step."

Then, a golden crystal ball floated up from the throne behind the wise king once again and landed in his hand.

The wise king grasped the crystal ball, poured magic into it with his right hand, and then squeezed it hard.

The crystal ball shattered, scattering countless beautiful pale blue specks of light across the golden space.

P.S.: Fifth update... The author... is dying. By the way, third update tomorrow.

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Chapter 154 The Person Who Had Always Been Hidden in the Shadows

Jill opened her eyes; it was already night.

Jill looked at the dimly lit living room and nodded knowingly.

It looks like Enkidu is off to fight the Assassins today.

Gil also imitated the wise king, casually scooping up the mud and stone slabs, which landed in his hand.

“Seriously, I want to learn that… mental imagery… ah.” Jill pondered for a moment.

Regardless, it's necessary for me to learn, but before that, it's not the only way to become stronger.

So, Jill has an Excalibur in her warehouse? That sword seems like a lot of trouble.

But will there be any problems defeating the Assassin?

If I remember correctly, that opponent should be "Hassan of a Hundred Faces".

They're not strong in direct combat; Rin Tohsaka and Luvia could probably take down a few of them. If given some time to create the puppet Avisbro, they could kill them all.

Well... why am I worrying so much? I reckon Enki and the others will be back soon.

Jill looked at the sky, "The moon is so bright..."

But this inexplicable feeling...

"What, aren't you coming out?" Jill looked to the right. "You didn't attack me with any killing intent twice. I should be asking why. Also, put your drawn weapon back in."

A black, shadow-like figure appeared. "You... are truly terrifying."

"Hmph, unless you're careless, you have no reason to harm me with murderous intent, hostility, or aggressive behavior." With a casual wave of his hand, golden ripples flashed, and the somewhat heavy-looking pottery jar fell into Jill's hand.

Jill picked up the tea set and brewed some tea. "How about it? Would you like some?"

“…No, no need.” the figure said.

"If I really wanted to kill you, you should have been able to escape. The only reason I didn't attack you the moment we met was because you didn't show any hostility or murderous intent on any of the three occasions we met..."

Jill picked up the teapot, poured herself a cup of tea, and then sat down on the sofa. "The first time, your knife cut my side, giving me an ability called [Sealing]."

Jill took a sip of tea. "You want me to go see that world then?"

“…It wasn’t my intention,” the black-clad figure said. “I came this time because…”

"You need something from me?" Jill nodded. "Sure, what is it?"

"King of Heroes, it is said that you are omniscient and omnipotent. Do you know anything about the Lost Child of Zero Hour?"

"The Lost Child of Zero... Yes, I know a little. The Lost Child of Zero is a Noble Phantasm created by the 'Promised Two,' meaning 'to make time lose its way at midnight,' which means it can restore the wielder's full power of existence at midnight... No, perhaps depending on the wearer's power system, what is restored may not only be the power of existence, but also the wearer's power."

As Jill spoke, she took two sips of tea. "So, what are you trying to say?"

"King of Heroes, it is said that your treasury contains the prototypes of all the Noble Phantasms, so... do you possess this Zero Hour Lost Child?" The black figure's gaze was fixed solely on Gil.

"...Although I hate to admit it, this Noble Phantasm doesn't exist in my Gate of Babylon. That Noble Phantasm isn't part of my world's lore. While my Gate of Babylon possesses many Noble Phantasms, those that don't exist within our world's lore won't be in my possession." Gilles refilled his teacup. "So that's it. Is there anything else?"

"...No, that's all. Thank you for your explanation, King of Heroes."

The figure in black simply bowed once, then turned and left.

“Wait a minute,” Jill called out to the figure in black.

"Is there anything else?" the figure in black asked.

“…No, I’m slightly concerned. Are you a Crimson World person?” Jill put down her teacup and asked.

“…No…” the black-clad figure paused for a moment before saying this.

"That's all, you can go now." Jill waved her hand casually, as if shooing away a fly.

"..." The black figure disappeared into this space.