Chat group, if you have anything to say to my Holy Sword,

In the chat group.

[I don't want to be a hero anymore] "Compared to her, I'm just a rookie burden."

[I Am the Savior]: "From today onwards, I will learn from her! That's so cool!"

[The Great Magician Faded One]: "This guy's 17?!"

【Warrior Chasing the Flame】: "As expected, the manga about high school students saving the world wasn't lying!"

[I'm not a foodie]: "Miss Ritsuka is so mature!"

[I am not him]: "Indeed"

[Wheelchair Sniper]: "Perhaps only someone like him can save the world."

【I Am a Witch】: "Agreed. By the way, it seems we're almost there."

The heated discussion in the group was instantly brought back to reality by Elena's last sentence.

Everyone craned their necks, whether inside the carriage or on the roof, all looking towards the horizon.

At the far end of the vast expanse, a magnificent city wall stands tall.

Busy figures and fluttering flags can be vaguely seen on the city wall.

This was their destination, Uruk, the last city of the Age of Gods, the heart of the reign of the wise King Gilgamesh—it was right before them.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: What Does Helping You Have to Do With You?

Uruk City

Inside the Divine Tower.

Light shines through the carefully designed skylights, forming slanted beams that clearly illuminate the dust particles floating in the air.

On that throne sat Gilgamesh, the last hero-king of the Age of Gods.

Sunlight streamed in through the enormous window behind him, only to be blocked by the massive throne. He himself, in the shadow cast by the throne, fixed his red eyes on the soldier kneeling below.

The soldier's voice echoed in the silent hall, reporting the latest intelligence clearly and concisely—about the Chaldea group and the several unidentified but unexpected guests who were traveling with them.

As the last syllable faded, a brief silence enveloped the hall.

The people inside the hall awaited the king's decree, while the king, shrouded in shadow, slowly curled the corners of his mouth upwards into a smile.

"interesting……"

A deep, magnetic voice broke the silence, carrying a hint of playfulness and a touch of pure curiosity.

"Someone who wasn't even in my observation actually arrived with the Chaldea group?"

Gilgamesh found things really interesting. Although he couldn't see much right now, the scattered glimpses of the future definitely didn't include the people the intelligence he had brought back this time.

"Did he come for what he sought, or... a madman with his own ambitions?" Gilgamesh seemed to be asking himself. Then, the interest in his smile deepened:

"It doesn't matter."

"Let me see for myself what changes you can bring to Uruk!"

As soon as he finished speaking, laughter erupted.

"what……"

"Ha ha…"

"Ha ha ha ha--!!!

The others were used to watching their king's daily madness. They tacitly lowered their heads, either continuing to organize the clay tablets in their hands or silently calculating the allocation of the next batch of supplies, ignoring the unrestrained laughter from the throne.

......

Thanks to the guidance and guarantee of Leonidas I's soldiers, the group successfully entered the last city of the Age of Gods.

Upon entering the city, the group was immediately captivated by the scene before them.

Despite being a city dating back to over 2000 BC, Uruk's sheer size and orderly structure completely overturn our understanding of ancient cities!

The people in the chat group were surprised but also relieved when they saw this. They had seen many dilapidated cities along the way, and now they finally saw people, and not just lifeless ones.

Fujimaru Ritsuka remarked, "It's completely different from what I imagined."

“Yes,” Matthew agreed.

In their minds, this should be an ancient city, perhaps very small, and because of war, people's expressions would be numb, filled with fear of tomorrow's arrival. But... quite the opposite, many people had smiles on their lips, and their eyes shone with a kind of resilience, enthusiasm for life, and even a vibrant energy! The entire city, surrounded by monsters in a desperate situation, was radiating a breathtaking vitality.

“Surprised? After all, this is a city that worships this goddess. Isn’t it only natural that we can do this much?” A smug voice broke everyone’s thoughts. Ishtar, who was standing tall and proud despite it having nothing to do with her, was surprised by the astonishment of the chattering crowd.

"Huh?" Xiling immediately curled her lip and retorted mercilessly, "What's it to you! Weren't you kicked out a long time ago for doing something stupid? What are you trying to prove now?"

"Ah, this..." Ishtar, who had been so full of confidence just moments before, deflated like a punctured balloon. Her smugness froze on her face, and she instinctively covered her head with her hands, letting out a sheepish, dry laugh: "Uh... ahaha... well..."

Just then, a fragrant aroma wafted through the air.

"Hmm?" Elena's nose twitched, and her gaze instantly locked onto a shop on the side of the street—it looked like a bakery?

"You guys..." Elena's voice held a hint of uncertainty and anticipation, "...do they accept gold coins?"

"Why don't we give it a try and see!" The incredibly proactive Penglai Temple Jiuxiao's eyes lit up, and he immediately grabbed Luo Tianyi's hand, who was curiously looking around, while his other hand pulled Irena along without saying a word.

"Let's go, let's go!" Penglai Temple Jiuxiao shouted excitedly, and the three girls ran towards the source of the fragrance like a gust of wind.

Watching their energetic backs, Xiling crossed her arms and shook her head with feigned seriousness: "Sigh, that's how social butterflies are, full of energy. Unlike me, a socially awkward person, I need to muster up a lot of courage even to take one more step."

puff!

"Pfft!" "Hahaha..." "Cough cough..."

Almost at the same time, three barely suppressed laughs rang out from the side.

Kevin, the Faded One, and Remian—none of them could hold their nerve and immediately broke down.

Kevin pointed at Xiling and laughed, saying, "You social terrorist, what nonsense are you spouting to me here?"

Remien covered her mouth, suppressing a laugh as she walked to Xiling's side and patted Xiling's arm.

She said nothing, yet it was as if she had said everything.

Xiling: "..."

"...I always feel like you guys have some kind of misunderstanding about me."

The faded figure gave a thumbs-up, saying, "There's not a single misunderstanding; it's all about understanding the brave."

"You know what I mean! You're so glib, aren't you? You're asking for it!"

"Hehe, I'm outta here!"

"Damn it, how could you possibly dodge my attack, you piece of trash mage?"

"Damn it, Kevin, you bastard! You have no sportsmanship! And why are you two always ganging up on me? That's not fair!"

"The brave are meant to be ganged up on."

Danheng put one hand to his forehead and watched helplessly as the three guys were playing around like children.

Danheng turned his gaze to the soldier who was leading them, only to see the soldier standing there helplessly with an extremely complicated expression on his face.

Dan Heng sighed softly and stepped forward. "I'm sorry, my companions... are naturally quite lively, so I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to wait here for a moment."

What else could the soldier say but "of course"? After witnessing that earth-shattering scene again, he felt immense admiration for the three people who were playing around like children. The stronger the other side was, the better it was for them. Let alone making him wait here, even if he were made to eat... that wouldn't be necessary.

When the group returned after buying bread, none of them were injured, except for the faded person who was clutching his back and crying out in pain.

The group reunited and, under the slightly awe-inspiring gaze of the guiding soldier, continued their journey toward the towering divine tower in the city center.

Xiling walked at the front of the group, chewing on soft bread as she mumbled to her companions, "Hey, all of you, pay attention. The Divine Tower is just ahead. We're about to meet that king, so show some respect."

"How much respect do we need?" Luo Tianyi asked curiously. Generally speaking, in her world, she was the one who was respected.

Xiling was taken aback by the question, paused in her chewing, then shrugged. "Good question. I don't know either. We'll see how it goes."

Before long, the tower that symbolized the highest power and divinity of Uruk came into view.

Just as the leading soldier was about to step forward to report, the eyes of the Uruk soldiers guarding the entrance to the Divine Tower were drawn as if by a magnet, and all focused on a certain goddess in the group.

When they saw the face clearly, the guards' expressions changed drastically!

“That…that is…?!” a soldier exclaimed in a low voice.

"Quick! Go and report to the King!" The other guard reacted extremely quickly, almost tumbling and crawling as he turned and rushed into the deep doorway of the Divine Tower. His speed was comparable to that of encountering the highest level of alert.

Seeing this, Xiling nudged Ishtar, whose face had darkened, with her elbow without any hesitation: "Tsk tsk tsk, look at this reaction, even your own gate guards are acting like they've seen a ghost."

Ishtar gritted her teeth, but dared not refute, and could only snort coldly and turn her head away.

Finally, under the complex gazes of the remaining guards, the group stepped into the interior of the divine tower.

Following the wide, spiraling stone steps, they finally reached the throne room at the top.

On his throne, Gilgamesh did not review the mountain of clay tablets.

He was reclining on his throne in an extremely relaxed posture, one hand casually supporting his chin. His crimson eyes were taking in the crowd that had just entered the hall with great interest. When his gaze finally landed on the goddess who was trying to shrink into the shadows and exuding an aura of non-existence, the corner of the Hero King's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he almost burst out laughing on the spot.

When everyone finally reached the center of the hall and stood directly in front of the throne, forming a silent confrontation with the high and mighty king, that invisible pressure suddenly descended.

Gilgamesh's smile faded, his eyes sharpened, and he spoke slowly, his deep, authoritative voice echoing in the empty hall:

"Stranger..."

Their gazes, sharp as a hawk's, were fixed on Xiling and the others at the head of the group. "What is your purpose?"

Without unnecessary pleasantries or insincere formalities, this king of the divine age got straight to the point.

Xiling stepped forward, raising her head to meet the scrutinizing gaze without flinching. Her voice was clear and calm, carrying an air of matter-of-fact:

"I'm here to help you get through this difficult time, for the time being..."

Upon hearing this, the air in the entire hall seemed to freeze for a moment.

Gilgamesh's crimson eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint in them.

"Oh?" The last syllable rose slightly, filled with doubt and disdain.

"You believe... I need your help?"

Faced with disdain and skepticism, Xiling simply tilted her head slightly and asked in a matter-of-fact tone:

"Do you think...we need your permission?"

Dead silence.

Absolute silence!

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash held their breath, while Ishtar stared wide-eyed at the figure in front of her in disbelief.

The soldiers were terrified and turned ashen-faced.

How dare they speak to that king like that?!

One second... two seconds...

Just as this suffocating silence was about to reach its peak—

“Ha…haha…” A low, suppressed laugh came from the throne.

Immediately afterwards, the laughter burst forth like a torrent breaking through a dam, instantly becoming high-pitched, unrestrained, and filled with pure and intense interest!

"Interesting!" Gilgamesh covered his face with his hands, his laughter echoing like thunder throughout the entire Divine Tower!

"This is so hilarious!!!!! Hahahahahaha—!!!"

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Xiling: I'm here to give you face, not for you to be so concerned about saving face, understand?

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Conversation with Dan Heng, The Death of the Hero?

The echoes of Gilgamesh's unrestrained laughter still lingered in the hall.