I'm in Type-Moon, how can I let you bully me?

"I see."

Gilgamesh nodded, not caring at all.

His mind, at this moment, was on other things.

An Haiduyana didn't notice this, she just nodded and prepared to turn and leave.

However, when she was about to leave, Russell's heart suddenly shone brightly.

A point of light poured into Anhaiduyana's body.

She looked at the changes in herself in amazement and couldn't help but whisper to herself.

"God of wisdom and writing, Nabu?"

He is the son of Marduk.

He is the god of wisdom, literature, and rational arts.

Its name means "proclaimer" or "prophet" in Akkadian, which is directly related to its function of recording fate and delivering oracles.

Its functions are almost that of a divine scribe.

"Is this godhood? But it's slightly different..."

Anhaiduana observed the changes in herself in confusion and found that her essence as a [human] had not changed, but she was able to use the power of [God].

"King, do you want to convey something to me?"

"This is......"

Gilgamesh also looked at this scene in surprise.

He looked at the heart in his hand, which was becoming increasingly dull and looked like a gem that had lost its color, and said with some disinterest.

"Teacher, please go back first."

After Anhaiduyana left, Gilgamesh stared blankly at the heart in his hand.

Until the coming of Enkidu.

"Jill."

His voice was still so gentle, with a hint of worry.

Before this, Gilgamesh was immersed in his own emotions and did not respond to Enkidu.

But at this moment, he raised his head and pleaded with Enkidu, "I have decided to become the king of Uruk, but I need to be away for a while. Please take over the responsibilities of the king during this time."

"Jill, what are you going to do?"

Enkidu realized something was wrong.

Gilgamesh was silent for a moment, then said, "I will go find something that can make humans immortal."

"Jill!"

At this moment, Enkidu's voice became serious.

"We live our short lives to the fullest, and the next generation inherits the achievements of our ancestors. This is how humanity slowly grows in this cycle. Humans are truly amazing."

He read out these words with a nostalgic tone, and then said: "This is what my father once said."

"When a person dies, he is dead!"

But in the face of admonition, Gilgamesh became very excited.

"No matter how great or wise a person was in his life, once he dies, he is dead. Nothing is left, nothing can be retained. I can no longer talk to him."

"I will become a hero more powerful than him. I will become a king greater than him. I will reject his ultimate fate—death!"

At the end of his speech, Gilgamesh was even a little incoherent.

Enkidu was silent.

He knew that Gilgamesh was still immersed in the possibility that he might have killed his father, and was immersed in his emotions.

After a sigh, Enkidu nodded and said, "I can help take over the duties for a while, but I hope you can return soon, Jill."

"it is good."

After getting Enkidu's promise, Gilgamesh felt a little relieved.

Then, as if realizing something, he said, "Let people give all their treasures! And..."

He wanted to search here to see if there was a treasure that could make people immortal.

"Jill!"

Enkidu's tone became more serious at this moment.

His eyes sharpened, staring directly at Gilgamesh as he asked.

"Do you want people to call you a tyrant?"

"A tyrant is a tyrant!"

Gilgamesh's tone was firm.

"Either obey my orders or leave!!!"

"..."

Enkidu fell into a long silence, and then he spoke softly.

"Before this, many treasures had already been sent to the treasury."

Gilgamesh was stunned. "I didn't give such an order. Under what pretext did they send the treasure into the treasury?"

"It was a spontaneous act by the people, in the name of paying tribute to the Holy King."

"..."

After Enkidu finished speaking, the palace fell into a silence that lasted even longer than before.

......

A long time has passed.

In the pool.

Gilgamesh was soaking in it, washing his body and washing away all the fatigue and dust.

"The immortal herb finally fell into my hands."

In the past few years, he has visited countless sages and explored countless secret realms.

Finally, the secret of immortality was obtained.

Even during these years, his reputation gradually shifted to that of a tyrant rather than a heroic king.

The people were very dissatisfied with his ruthless taking away of all the treasures, and they were even more resentful of his persistent pursuit of immortality while ignoring people's livelihood.

People increasingly miss the time when the Holy King was here.

As Gilgamesh walked on the road, he could occasionally hear people saying things like "It would be great if the Holy King were here."

He ignored it.

Moreover, today, Gilgamesh felt that he had accomplished something that even his father had never done.

Refuse to die.

The memories of the past, of my father, and the details of the final battle, are still etched in my mind.

Rather than saying that Gilgamesh was searching for the secret of immortality over the years, it would be more accurate to say that he was pursuing a dream that he himself did not even understand.

Such a great father, disappeared so silently.

Fear continued to spread in Gilgamesh's heart.

The fear of his father's passing, the fear of beautiful memories being swallowed up, the fear that he too would eventually die, the fear that he might kill his father...

All kinds of fears are intertwined into an obsession.

This obsession entangled him like a snake.

He doesn't want to die.

Moreover, if even he can remain immortal, then does that mean that my father is not truly dead either?

Deep in his heart, he hid thoughts that even Gilgamesh himself might not have noticed.

He looked at the immortal grass.

Afterwards, Gilgamesh discovered that the immortal herb had disappeared.

He stood up, breathing heavily, and looked around sharply, but only saw a snake skin.

“Hehe…hahahahahaha…”

Absurd and mocking laughter floated in this wilderness.

"After all, why should I be immortal?"

At this moment, Gilgamesh suddenly realized that the obsession that was wrapped around him like a snake was also reborn and freed from the constraints like a snake shedding its skin.

135. Postscript to Uruk (3): The Savior and the World

After the crown prince returned, he became the wise king.

This is a saying that arose among the people some time after Gilgamesh returned to Uruk.

Reputations such as "He has the demeanor of the former Holy King", "He is worthy of being the son of the Holy King", and "The Hero King" also began to spread widely.

But Gilgamesh no longer cared about these things.

He simply accepted everything, maintained his original pride, remembered the teachings of his father and teacher, and displayed his talents.

Enkidu watched all this with satisfaction, and began to become another king of Uruk, who was not famous but had power, helping the construction of Uruk.

Until a long time has passed...

Gilgamesh looked at the clay tablet in his hand that recorded Russell's life, and could not put it down.

"Speaking of which, the number of magical beasts seems to be a bit abnormal recently."

Enkidu looked into the distance with some worry and told Gilgamesh about the situation.

"I'm worried something's wrong, Jill. Did you see anything?"

During this long period of time, Enkidu already knew that Gilgamesh had clairvoyance that could see the past, present and future.

Gilgamesh said casually as he continued flipping through the clay tablet without looking up.

"Indeed, the number of magical beasts is increasing rapidly, and something unusual is happening. They seem to have some hidden methods that I have not seen. Enkidu, you should go and investigate."

"..."

Enkidu did not promise, but after a moment of silence, he asked softly.

"So, what about the future picture?"

"My clairvoyance is not stable. I can only record some images of the future in the form of dreams."

Gilgamesh's voice remained calm without changing.

But Enkidu, a close friend and opposite of him, noticed something unusual.

He asked in a rare move: "Then there should be some images, right?"

"..."

Gilgamesh remained silent and did not reply.

Enkidu frowned and asked seriously, "Gil, are you still afraid?"

Gilgamesh still didn't speak, but his hands trembled slightly.

fear.

Yes, still afraid.

But not the fear of death, not the fear that he might have killed his father.

But about the future.