Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

A little girl with pigtails pouted, tears welling in her eyes, and lowered her head, unable to bear looking at the terrifying apocalyptic scene.

Unfortunately, there was no response from the surroundings; her mother had long since died in some monster invasion.

Similarly, neither the monarchy, the heroic spirits, nor the five goddesses could respond to this.

"Don't cry..."

Just as the helpless child stood trembling in place, amidst a deathly silence and sorrow, two outstretched arms gently lifted the tiny child into their arms.

A warm, soft hand wiped away the little girl's tears, and her lowered cherry lips gently kissed the child's forehead.

"There is a way..."

Everyone looked up, their eyes filled with delight as they gazed at the Mother of Origin, whose radiant smile seemed to radiate light from endless darkness.

The old man, Zhu Sudra, who stood leaning on his sword, lowered his eyes as if sighing.

Suddenly, Samael's expression changed drastically. He looked up abruptly, rushed forward, and grabbed the fair wrist of the mother goddess Tiamat tightly.

"You must...abandon your divinity and exile yourself!"

The mother goddess Tiamat hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding.

At this moment, everyone was stunned, and then they suddenly realized what the method that the mother goddess Tiamat had mentioned was.

Merlin, Gilgamesh, and the others had a sudden realization in their eyes, and they lowered their heads one after another, their lips pressed tightly together.

Yes, in order to prevent Heaven and Earth from losing their divinity and returning to chaos, and to quell the impending war of the creator gods.

Perhaps this is the answer!

"No! I won't allow it!"

"There must be another way! There must be another way!"

"Mother Goddess, give me some time, let me think about it some more! Let me think about it some more!"

The ancient snake shook its head frantically, its face resolute, its thoughts racing, its expression becoming almost ferocious.

"This is the only way..."

The goddess Tiamat set the girl down and instead embraced the divine child who had relentlessly pressured her and refused to give up. She gently stroked his back and whispered softly.

"Finally..."

"You finally managed to return to Mesopotamia and regain your rationality..."

"You saved us, you saved the world, yet you weren't treated kindly; you still had to sacrifice yourself..."

"That's not fair! This is so unfair!"

Faced with this love and tenderness, Samael's struggles grew weaker and weaker. His shoulders trembled, and he murmured in suppressed sobs, his voice trembling with a hint of grievance and a trembling tone.

"Mother Goddess, I'm not reconciled, I'm truly not reconciled..."

"We finally managed to meet..."

Her slender, white hands gently caressed the back of the goddess's head, and her lowered head pressed her cherry lips to Samael's forehead, whispering softly.

"You're a hardworking and good child, and I'm very happy..."

"I like Samael the most..."

So, we must live well...

Gilgamesh straightened up, turned to face the survivors of Uruk, and hummed softly with his arms crossed.

"My elite troops, having reached this point, we have accomplished the great feat of denying destiny!"

"Whether Uruk continues or not is no longer important. We have broken free of the shackles for this land and ushered in a new era!"

"The inheritance of human power is not about blood ties, but about the continuation of intellect and the chain of life!"

"Answer me, are you afraid of death?"

"Do we have the courage to face the end of Uruk?"

One by one, the crowd disembarked from Noah's Ark, gathered behind the hero-king, and stood up, chests puffed out, shouting in unison.

"Uruk will live on forever!"

Gilgamesh raised the sword Ea and laughed with delight.

"good very good!"

"Then offer your lives to me!"

"In return, I grant you permission to witness with me the end of this world, to tolling the death knell for the gods in heaven!"

The tiny figures were filled with excitement, cheering in unison, nodding vigorously, and clutching the idols in their arms very tightly.

The fact that this life has been able to linger on until now is a testament to the utter devastation of so-called destiny.

Now, it is time for humanity to reciprocate with the love that comes from the origin.

The shepherd king who had created this miracle of destiny stood there, his expression shifting, his lips pressed tightly together, his clenched fists digging his nails into his palms, leaving patches of crimson blood.

However, a bright and verdant figure gracefully walked into the crowd.

The goddess's star-shaped eyes gently gazed upon each resolute yet pale face, her jade-like countenance radiating a satisfied and gratified smile as she murmured softly.

"You've all grown up..."

"I'm so happy, really happy..."

"Although it's very hard for you, you will eventually have to leave your mother's embrace and go see the world..."

"So, it's time to say goodbye..."

Mother Goddess…

The solemn and tragic expressions on everyone's faces instantly crumbled, and warm tears streamed down their faces as sobs rose and fell.

How resilient the human species has been in the past.

Three storms struck, and they didn't cry...

The seven-day calamity raged, but they did not weep…

Even after Uruk fell, they persevered...

Marduk arrived, and they refused to bow to fate…

But at this moment, none of them could hold back, and tears kept streaming down their faces.

hum!

Heaven and earth trembled, all things grieved, and the golden Holy Grail emerged from the belly of the mother goddess Tiamat and fell into the hands of the divine son Samael.

The loving and warm humanoid goddess floated up, and the primordial divinity within her body, along with reason and emotion, was stripped away and dissipated.

Nourished by this creative power, the heavens reassembled, the earth solidified once more, the flood receded, and all things grew.

"Aaaa..."

Like the chanting of a ballad, it finally came from that beastly body, as warm and gentle as it had been before.

As Tiamat ascended towards the gradually closing void, she sank step by step into the sea of ​​imaginary numbers, heading towards exile once more.

This time, a mother bent down and took the initiative to become a stepping stone for her child to move towards the future!

This time, the God of Origin willingly fell into the form of a calamity!

This time, the time for farewell has come; this is letting go of the world's love!

On the earth, people supported each other, trembling and sobbing.

The fallen heroes pounded their chests with their right fists, tears streaming down their faces as they departed this world.

Even proud goddesses and aloof kings bowed down to this compassion.

The unspoken words resonated and swirld in the minds of the children.

Samael held the still-warm Holy Grail in his hands and murmured softly.

Mother, childhood is gone, and humanity no longer needs the guidance of the gods.

But we still love you…

Chapter 165 I Ate Three Big Bowls of Food with Tears in My Eyes (1/4)

A few days later, Uruk, which was under reconstruction, was brightly lit.

The survivors ate stewed beef in a large pot and drank fine wine in the square, cheering and celebrating around the campfire.

Meanwhile, inside the embassy.

One after another, Sumerian delicacies were served on the table, and Gilgamesh generously tossed several jugs of royal wine onto the table, pouring the amber-colored liquid into cups.

"cheers!"

Amidst cheers, every face beamed with genuine smiles, and every name was etched in each other's memories.

Merlin the Great Sage, Leonidas the King of Sparta, Siduri the High Priestess…

Gilgamesh, the Wedge of Heaven; Enkidu, the Chains of Heaven; Samael, the Shepherd King…

Ishtar, the goddess of the sky; Ereshkigal, the goddess of the earth; Kukulkan, the feathered serpent god; the smoky leopard-man; Anna, the goddess of beasts…

In the corner, the long-lived Jusudera, who habitually hid in the darkness, nodded slightly and raised his cup to toast with water instead of wine.

Twelve figures, twelve legends, these pillars who defend the future of human history, drink the fine wine in their glasses with gusto.

"Ha! Indeed, we live for this taste! The greatest reward of this trip is tasting such fine wine!"

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, the white-haired nightmare, reeking of alcohol, revealed an expression of enjoyment.

"Listen up, everyone! These soldiers are all mathematicians. After about two hours of fighting, they need to sleep for 15 minutes..."

"A warrior is a philosopher, who understands profound truths, puts them into practice, and possesses wisdom, courage, temperance, and justice. A philosopher can be a king!"

Leonidas, his face flushed and still somewhat dazed, suddenly stood up, gesturing wildly and expressing his emotions in a tone almost like poetry.

"Wrong! None of that is necessary. Without arrogance, how can one be a king! The king must acknowledge, the king must permit. The king must bear the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, and everything must operate according to the king's will!"

"Hahahaha! I, the king, am the standard!"

Gilgamesh immediately rejected the idea, raising his glass in rebuttal with a dazed look in his eyes.

Watching the two gradually argue heatedly over their differing beliefs, Siduri sighed and rubbed her forehead, finding it hard to bear the sight.

Soon, the two monarchs who were clamoring to test the truth with their fists were pulled away by Enkidu and Siduri and dragged aside to sober up.

"Wow, these lamb chops are grilled so well, so juicy and tender! And the date porridge is delicious too, with the added honey flavor, it's absolutely perfect!"

"Butter cake is the best! It's soft, sweet, and never too sweet!"

The leopard and Anna were enjoying their meal, each eating while advocating for their favorite foods.

"Here you are! Everyone, please try the stewed beef that I made myself, based on Samael's secret recipe!"

Kukulkan, sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular arms, lifted a giant pot, half his height, onto the table and invited his friends to taste his cooking.

As the lid was lifted, a rich aroma wafted out, and the square-cut beef, soaked in the broth, had a deep reddish-brown color that made one's mouth water.

"Hiss, delicious, delicious!"

Ishtar, unable to wait any longer, was the first to get up, fork up a piece, stuff it into his mouth, and endure the scalding heat as he chewed and enjoyed it.

Anna, the leopard man, and Ereshkigal all picked up their knives and forks and began to enjoy the meal.

"Waaah, I feel so warm all over, and my divine power is surging faster. It's even more nourishing than eating magic crystals..."

Ishtar, who had become a glutton, got so engrossed in eating that she prepared to put the food directly into a bowl.

"By the way, where did this beef come from? It tastes so good..."

"Could I have another bowl?"

Kukulkan, the head chef, smiled and raised his spoon to fill Ishtar's bowl with a large ladle, then patted her on the shoulder.

"It's okay, eat more."

"Thank you so much for having such top-quality ingredients..."

Ishtar chewed on his beef, somewhat confused, and asked indistinctly.