Spreading Public Opinion to Incite Terror

"Although it's the ramblings of a stray dog, I can grudgingly give your idea a positive evaluation!"

After Rovi voiced his thoughts, Gilgamesh pondered for a moment before giving his assessment.

The words seemed harsh.

But looking at his expression, it was clear he was delighted.

He looked eager to try.

It had to be said, Rovi's proposed plan suited the King of Heroes' way of thinking. Simply overcoming difficulties was never something he enjoyed.

If it weren't impossible, who would want to be constantly spied on by those self-righteous individuals?

"I look forward to the reactions of those foolish beings, hmph hahaha!" His demonic laughter rang out once more.

"Whatever Rovi wants to do, I will support him," Little En said gently.

She would never oppose the actions of her 'friend'; instead, she would do everything in her power to fulfill his wishes.

"Officer Rovi's proposal... is indeed worth a try," Siduri responded after a moment of thought. Compared to Gilgamesh, who only acted for his own amusement, this young woman, who managed all the affairs of Uruk, clearly considered more.

But in the end, there was no room for objection. Of course, this wasn't to say Rovi's idea was flawless. Theories were just theories, and putting them into practice would require a great deal of preparation.

For example.

"How... can we make other countries feel the crisis?" Siduri posed the most crucial question.

The Bull of Heaven and Humbaba appeared at the borders of Uruk. Their likely future course of action would be to attack the royal city from both the east and west, forming a pincer.

Their might was immense, and their threat even greater, but it was directed solely at Uruk.

It wouldn't significantly impact the other nations on the Mesopotamian Plain.

But then again.

"The gods released this strongest divine beast and strongest demonic beast, saying they only wanted to punish us... but who would believe that?" Rovi couldn't help but laugh at this point.

Gods never cared about humans.

Just as humans don't care about the thoughts of livestock.

So-called promises were always false. Even during the peak of the divine era, long ago, the gods had broken their promises countless times.

The gods had faith, but it was in their power, not in their trustworthiness.

The gods had long since exhausted any trust.

It was difficult for any nation to fully trust the words of the gods. Even if the kings and priests harbored a sliver of hope and were willing to believe, what about the common people?

If possible, no one would want their lives to depend on the fickle moods of the gods, right?

"I understand what Rovi means!" Siduri blinked, not immediately grasping it, but Enkidu spoke first. She tucked a strand of her soft, emerald hair behind her ear, her moist red lips forming clear syllables: "No matter what the gods say, as long as we let other countries know about the impending crisis of the Bull of Heaven and Humbaba—or rather, make them believe so—that will be enough."

In other words, public opinion.

Public sentiment is like water, but if it boils, it can turn the false into the true.

Enkidu, as a Divine Construct, was undoubtedly impeccable in her innate wisdom.

And if she understood, Gilgamesh quickly followed.

Rovi no longer needed to lead the subsequent developments.

"As expected of my friend!" After a self-congratulatory opening, the golden-haired King of Heroes glanced at Siduri. "If I recall correctly, there are quite a few merchants from various countries in Uruk City at all times, aren't there?"

"Yes, my King."

Uruk was the largest city-state and kingdom in Mesopotamia, the most developed region. Freemen from all countries, coming and going, exchanged goods here and transported them back to their own nations, thus fostering a thriving commerce.

And merchants were driven by profit.

Given enough benefit, they would do anything.

"Give those merchants some funds and have them do something for me!" Gilgamesh waved his hand. "Have them spread the word during their travels—"

"Tell them that the gods have grown weary of humanity's existence, and they will descend with trials from heaven and earth, a punishment that will destroy mankind."

"And to overcome these trials, everyone must unite around the most powerful nation!"

Still in the name of the gods.

Although he disdained those beings, Gilgamesh, when serious, never hesitated to borrow their influence. He had to admit that in this late era where the divine age still lingered, humanity generally still believed in the gods.

Therefore, this was the most suitable and likely effective method.

"Yes, my King." Siduri was taken aback, then bowed. "I will attend to it at once!"

The young officer hurried away, knowing this was a matter of great importance.

First, create public pressure.

Then, build momentum—

"In the name of the gods... to drag the gods into the dust? Hmph hahaha, I can't wait to see the expressions on those fools' faces then!"

For some reason, Gilgamesh suddenly felt exceptionally pleased.

Rovi also began to ponder his own plans.

To unite the nations, sincerity must be shown, right?

At that time, perhaps he could take on the assignment of being an envoy to an enemy nation... deliberately provoking the enemy country into assassinating him.

This way, he would die, and Gilgamesh would have a greater chance to declare war on that country, displaying his power and deterring surrounding nations that refuse to submit.

He would dedicate himself to the task, working himself to death.

If he could later succeed in shutting down the Underworld Goddess's divine protection, Rovi might still have a chance.

Even if this "death" might lead to him being intercepted by Ereshkigal in the Underworld... no, the probability of being intercepted was close to one hundred percent.

But Rovi still wanted to try.

He claimed he was going to do great things and court death, but Rovi had no intention of giving up on any potential opportunities along the way.

'The King, the Sage, and the Divine Construct devised a plan within the house to punish the gods.'

'The King ordered merchants to travel, carrying the Sage's words.'

'The heavens and earth were about to collapse, a disaster like the ancient Nabinstein Flood that submerged the land was about to strike again.'

'The King called for everyone to unite.'

'The Sage urged everyone to take up their weapons.'

'The Divine Construct would also stand with them.'

Rustling.

On the desert sands of the wilderness, a person walked unsteadily. Their emaciated body was hidden beneath tattered black robes, yet it didn't appear frail. Instead, it exuded a sense of robust strength.

He raised his head, revealing a face covered in black beard and hair.

Behind him lay a dark, deep spatial rift, a crack leading to the netherworld.

The old man, who called himself Ziusudra, listened to the distant news carried by the wind.

"Disaster is imminent..."

"One of the Primordial Trio, the one without a destiny, might be the key."

"This old man must go and meet him."

He exhaled, then lowered his head and walked forward slowly.

His footsteps landed on the dusty earth, leaving behind dark footprints, as if the Grim Reaper had passed by, and all life in the vicinity instantly withered.