I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

But—is it really okay to entrust him with the character design of that thing...? His personality is just too awful...

……

“The Traveler… one of the designers of the template…” Jill looked at the notes in her hand, “And, according to the spirits—it’s the world of No Game No Life.”

Although the notes contained only a few words, Jill was able to deduce quite a lot from them.

"Well—that's all I know." Jill closed the notebook and put it in her pocket.

To be honest, the fact that the Gate of Babylon is currently unavailable is a little bit of a hassle.

However, making some money is not difficult.

Jill silently reached out, and two perfectly colored gems fell out from the golden ripples.

Of course, these are just some of the worst pieces in Jill's collection.

However, even so, these two gems are definitely enough to buy a house.

……

Jill sat in her newly purchased house, a look of weariness on her face.

After such a long battle, I'm a little tired.

He yawned, rolled over, and lay down on his back.

A moment later, he fell asleep.

Perhaps it was because they were really tired?

……

Chen sat in the Sea of ​​Stars, looking like an old monk meditating, deep in thought.

“Indeed—such a long battle is bound to leave one exhausted—” Chen snapped his fingers—

"Then, you can go play the game, have a good rest in this world, and then embark on a brand new journey."

"Template, requesting access permissions—" Chen chuckled, "Access with S-level permissions—"

"Welcome, Creator."

"Modify the world parameters—have him retrieve a fragment of fantasy." Chen instructed the pale blue crystal screen.

"Yes, parameter modification begins—"

……

In the dimly lit space, Phosphorus, which had been kicked around like a ball by Gil not long ago, was reporting to its master.

"...That's what he said..."

"...Is depriving someone of their existence really going too far...?"

He was a man dressed in a pure white suit, with a long, equally pure white cloth floating around him. He had a handsome appearance, like a noble young man from high society.

He was holding a doll in his arms.

“Yes… those are his exact words…” Phosphorus answered his master respectfully.

Chapter 372 How big is Jill's psychological trauma after she shrank?

"Owner."

The sound came from the doll the man was holding.

The doll's mouth didn't move, but sounds came out of it.

"Should I take care of him for you?"

“Ah, my dear Marianne.” The man stroked the doll, his tone softening considerably. “That man is trying to intimidate us—but we really can’t ignore it. My dear Marianne, don’t worry, I’ll have my servants keep a close eye on him.”

As soon as the man finished speaking, countless tiny lights lit up in the dimly lit space.

……

Jill lay down and took a nap, sleeping until she naturally woke up. When she woke up, it was already afternoon.

"Phew—that feels so good." Jill leaned against the bed, a hint of confusion still lingering in her crimson eyes.

However, this expression only lasted for a moment. He shook his head and then tried to stand up.

Immediately afterwards, with a "thud," Jill fell flat on her face as if she had landed on the floor.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch... What's wrong?" Jill felt discomfort all over her body.

The strange feeling made Jill look at her arm.

"Huh?" Jill exclaimed in bewilderment.

What he saw was the long sleeve after he stretched out his hand.

The sudden change left Jill momentarily stunned.

Then, Jill re-examined her perspective.

Hmm... I've gotten shorter.

He was probably about 40 centimeters shorter.

The pants are way too long now, no wonder I tripped and fell as soon as I got out of bed.

Jill sensed something, so he quickly ran to the mirror.

In the full-length mirror, there was a boy wearing loose-fitting clothes that didn't fit his body at all.

With blonde hair, red eyes, and a youthful face, she looks no more than ten years old and is incredibly cute—the kind of girl who would easily attract the attention of older women if she were thrown out on the street.

Jill understood in an instant.

I feel like I've shrunk.

The culprit is obvious without even being told—

"Template, I'm so grateful!"

The shouts of anger echoed throughout the newly purchased house.

……

"Tsk, thankfully there are spare clothes in the Gate of Babylon."

Although she had a slight stomachache from shrinking, Jill quickly recovered.

First, change your clothes—you can't expect a 21-year-old to wear clothes meant for a 10-year-old.

Jill put on the clothes she wore a few years ago in Homra.

Although several years have passed, Jill has kept this outfit. She originally thought it was just to reminisce about those days, but she never expected to have the chance to wear it again.

"Template, tell me your reasoning."

"...Please do not attempt to use age-increasing drugs. The template has fixed the host's physical age and will not disappear until at least the end of this world..."

"what?!"

"Please don't have pity on the template, host, feel free to ravage me."

"How did I, Teemo, end up with such an unlucky bastard like you!" Jill gritted her teeth. "Why!"

"Suppress the host's excessively rapid growth rate."

"That's not a reason for you to turn me into a child all at once!"

Jill exhaled. "Why suppress my growth rate? Wouldn't it be better if I grew up quickly and went to the front lines to participate in the fight against the Destruction Factor?"

Indeed, this was Jill's expectation.

He hopes that he can use Ea with the true power to create something from nothing, without having to rely on the Wise King and Gilgamesh's class cards.

That's why he longs to become stronger so that he can protect the people he wants to protect.

He had seen that memory, the memory of Enkidu covering Gil's retreat to stop the Destruction Factor.

He also hopes that such a situation will not happen again in the future.

"...No, it's precisely because I care about you that I need to suppress your growth rate. In fact, your soul—you haven't noticed, have you?"

"Your soul has already experienced side effects due to its rapid growth."

“…Wait a minute…My mental strength is almost at A…” Jill said, looking at her attribute panel.

"The issue of the soul does not refer to the issue of spiritual power. Rather, it refers to another level... To put it another way, the soul and spiritual power are closely related, but they are not the same thing. If spiritual power is the flow of water, then the soul is the source of that flow."

If you remove the masochistic aspect, the template is quite serious, and it's explained in a relatively easy-to-understand way: "Even a river with a source will one day run dry..."

"So, does that mean my soul went wrong while I was training my spirit?" Jill asked.

"—Use your mental energy to trace back carefully and see the source of your mental energy."

"Once you finish reading, you'll naturally understand what I'm talking about."

Jill became a little serious, sat down in her chair, and allowed her mind to slowly calm down.

……

Dududu...

seawater?

Jill looked at what was in front of her.

The golden liquid—it was impossible to tell whether it was water or something else.

This must be my own mental strength.

It seems we need to keep going to see the source.

Jill continued to control her mental energy, guiding it towards the source.

The further Jill looked ahead, the stronger the spiritual energy at the source became.

Even when Jill finally saw the source of the spiritual power, he couldn't help but hold his breath.

That is……