The Divine Tool Bestowed by a God, the Goddess Tainted by Humanity

Something else has come down from the divine realm where the gods reside.

Rovi became aware of this issue.

Although he couldn't accurately deduce exactly what it was—as a transmigrator, Rovi inherently possessed a perspective beyond this era.

He knew the stories later passed down about Uruk on the Mesopotamian plains.

He knew that Gilgamesh would be remembered in later ages as the oldest heroic king.

So Rovi also knew that Gilgamesh was not always alone.

Later, he would have a friend named 'Enkidu', a 'Humanoid Weapon' crafted from clay by the gods.

Could it be Her?

Or was it the Goddess Aruru, who personally shaped Enkidu's shell from clay to bear the power of the gods?

In theory, Enkidu should indeed be appearing soon.

But now was not the time to dwell on this, because for the moment, whether it was Enkidu or not, it was irrelevant to Rovi's plan.

Right now, he still had another issue to face...

"You say that after I left, the gods bestowed a treasure upon me?"

Taking advantage of the fact that night had not yet fallen, Rovi returned to the Priest Temple. He had intended to pack his things and say goodbye to the elders who had cared for him so much, but the High Priest came up and told him this right away.

"Yes."

The firelight illuminated the room where Rovi had previously inscribed clay tablets. The space was built of neatly stacked stone blocks, the floor carved with countless intricate divine patterns. Amidst this, the gaunt old man looked at the young priest who had returned and nodded.

He said: "Rovi, your sincerity has moved the heavens. The great and merciful gods pity your hardships and have bestowed their treasure upon you—"

Although he really wanted to say no, after thinking it over, Rovi didn't rush to refuse.

Let's see what it is first.

"I don't know what this is either, but the gods said that once it's given to you, you will naturally understand."

Seeing the look on Rovi's face, the old man knew he was puzzled, and immediately handed something over to Rovi.

And that thing was... a key?

Rovi pinched the crystalline object, no larger than a finger, and couldn't help but freeze for a moment.

Without a doubt, what the High Priest said the gods had bestowed upon Rovi was a key.

And at the moment of contact, a stream of information flowed from the key, allowing Rovi to naturally know its name and function.

"The Key of Heaven?"

Gilgamesh is the Wedge of Heaven, maintaining the connection between the gods and the human world.

The Enkidu who will come in the future is the Lock of Heaven, born to correct the relationship between Gilgamesh and the gods.

Now, the object the gods gave to Rovi was similar.

It was the key to breaking the boundary between heaven and man.

Without a doubt, the gods also intended Rovi, like Enkidu, to be an important bond guiding Gilgamesh back to the path of wisdom.

"Those guys... really have high hopes for me!"

Rovi put the key away and did not refuse.

Fortunately, it wasn't some Divine Tool of immortality. The Key of Heaven's function was merely to prevent Rovi from being suppressed by divine power, allowing him to move freely in any situation. For Rovi, that was still somewhat useful.

And throughout history, many of those whom the gods placed great hopes upon were tragic heroes.

Either they died spectacularly in some event.

Or they vanished like a shooting star, leaving endless regrets behind.

Rovi couldn't ask for more.

So this flag, he accepted it!

"High Priest, thank you." Rovi looked at the old man and thanked him solemnly: "Thank you for all your care!"

The High Priest was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"I originally hoped you would inherit my position and become the High Priest of this nation."

He said: "But this is fine too. The stage by the King's side is bigger than here!"

"Work hard and realize your ideals, hero!"

Rovi smiled and nodded.

No matter what the future held, at least these people were sincere to him, and Rovi would not ignore them.

So next...

Time to set off!

"Aaaaaah... what exactly is a beautiful heart?"

Uruk, within a secluded temple, the gems set into the forward dome reflected bright streams of light, illuminating the luxurious hall.

The goddess with flowing black hair sat cross-legged on the ground, her chest rising and falling slightly as she folded her legs and gestured in the air with arms like lotus roots.

Her delicate features were filled with distress.

"Lady Ishtar... what is the matter with you?"

Beside the goddess, a Divine Attendant couldn't help but speak in concern, but was met with the goddess's rebuke.

"Silence, do not disturb me!"

No matter how distressed or worried she was, the majesty of a god was still beyond mortal questioning.

The Divine Attendant bowed, knelt, and trembled all over.

Seeing her like this, Ishtar couldn't help but twist her red lips in contemplation.

After barging into Gilgamesh's palace that day and being scolded and mocked by Rovi, this goddess who governed beauty and was naturally fond of it had been stirred into a competitive spirit.

She wanted Rovi to be utterly convinced, to acknowledge her beauty, and to kneel at her feet.

So afterward, returning to her temple in the human world, Ishtar had been pondering Rovi's words.

But as for Beauty of the Heart and such...

She didn't understand.

"This Goddess asks you a question." After a moment's thought, Ishtar finally decided to speak.

Since it was something a mortal had raised, asking a mortal should yield an answer.

Ishtar's crisp voice echoed through the temple, indifferent and lofty: "Do you know what is called Beauty of the Heart?"

"Yes." The Divine Attendant shrank back again: "What the goddess says is beauty; obeying the goddess's commands and heeding her will is the beauty of the heart..."

"Wrong!" Ishtar cut her off.

Though she was a willful goddess, she was still a goddess—how could she not tell that the other was flattering her out of fear of provoking her wrath?

But still...

"You understand, you just dare not say it."

Ishtar clapped her hands, making a decision on the spot.

The Beauty of the Heart that Rovi spoke of—this Divine Attendant must have some standard answer in her heart.

She knew. Humans knew.

As a goddess, Ishtar did not understand, and besides Rovi, perhaps no human would dare speak plainly to her.

Of course, Ishtar couldn't ask Rovi either, because that would mean admitting defeat.

But being unable to ask others didn't mean—she couldn't ask herself.

This body in its Possession State was also a human vessel.

If she couldn't seek externally, then she would look inward.

"Release the humanity held within this body, which has been suppressed by divinity." Ishtar made her decision.

Let humanity surge forth.

As long as she gained a human perspective, with her goddess's wisdom, she would naturally soon understand what humans called Beauty of the Heart.

By then.

Rovi... soon, This Goddess will make you kneel at my feet!

All those crude words from before, Swallow them back!

A flash of confidence passed through Ishtar's vermilion jade-like eyes.

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