Disaster Ultimately Arrives

Honestly, Siduri felt a sense of emotion.

If she thought about it carefully, Gilgamesh and Rovi hadn't actually known each other for that long.

Yet, it felt like they had experienced so much.

No, to be precise, they had experienced so much—

And much of it was experience the King had never had before.

So, naturally, he was pleased.

Naturally, he acknowledged them as his friends, cherishing and valuing this friendship.

There were changes he himself hadn't noticed, but Siduri, as someone close by, could clearly perceive them. These changes were quietly making the young and strong King mature.

Siduri felt a sense of relief for reasons she couldn't quite explain.

"Then, continue to spread this King's wisdom, Siduri!"

Gilgamesh, on his throne, waved his hand, putting away a clay tablet. "Even though he's just a wild dog that barks, he is still a friend this King has acknowledged—a person who can stand shoulder-to-shoulder with this King. Such deeds, glorious and great as this King, should naturally be put to practical use!"

"Yes, my King!" Siduri bowed, taking out a clay tablet, and following Gilgamesh's instructions, began processing Uruk's various affairs, big and small.

"Establish three thousand additional sentries in the eastern and western sectors, one post every ten miles, marked by signal fires..."

"Order all residents around Uruk to enter the city-state, or at least reside within the city walls..."

"Issue a royal decree to all city-states:"

"Strictly organize all personnel, recording men, women, old, and young onto clay tablets for documentation."

With his eyes half-closed, Gilgamesh tapped his fingers on the armrest, speaking at an incredibly fast pace. Siduri, meanwhile, was adept at inscribing the text.

But she felt like the King's thoughts were faster than usual today?

Perhaps it was due to his increasing maturity during this period, or perhaps... it was because the King was in a good mood right now?

Siduri, her face hidden by a veil, inadvertently glanced at the King before her.

In this back-and-forth exchange, in just a moment, the mountain of clay tablets that had been piled up beside the young female aide was depleted.

Siduri picked up the last remaining tablet. Upon seeing the content inscribed on one of them, her expression stiffened slightly. She had clearly discovered a serious issue. "My King, for this last matter, I believe you should proceed with caution."

"It concerns the Bull of Heaven and the demonic beast, Humbaba..."

Upon hearing this, Gilgamesh straightened his posture slightly.

Unlike the previous matters, those two 'beasts' representing the gods' punishment had always been their utmost priority.

This was the crucial point.

It represented how much time they had left to prepare, how much work still needed to be done.

"The mythical beast, the Bull of Heaven, and the demonic beast, Humbaba, have each begun to show their forms—of course, it will still be some time before they fully manifest."

So, there was still time to prepare... Gilgamesh's expression remained unchanged.

"However, the problem now is not just these things," Siduri said, bowing slightly with a solemn expression while holding the clay tablets. "As they gradually manifest, the disasters they symbolize have also begun to spread."

"Currently, in the east, near the Euphrates River, a drought disaster has occurred. The sky has not rained, and the sun beats down relentlessly. In just three days, the land has become barren, and living creatures have died."

"In the west, vast plains have experienced floods and earthquakes, destroying countless villages and settlements."

The mythical beasts had brought down the heavens' punishment.

The demonic beasts had brought forth the earth's wrath.

"Their rate of formation is accelerating, but our preparations still require some time to complete."

"So..."

"So, we need to slow down the speed of their formation, but only this King possesses that ability, is that right?"

Gilgamesh finished Siduri's sentence. "Hmph... it seems those foolish gods are starting to lose their patience?"

"Siduri, issue all of this King's commands without delay!"

He raised his hands, lifting them from the armrests of his throne, preparing to stand. "It seems it's time for this King to personally take action..."

He was going to travel to the eastern and western regions.

Being bogged down here by countless affairs all day.

Gilgamesh had long been looking forward to breaking free from it all and getting out to move around!

"My King," Siduri called out to him. "...Lord Enkidu, upon hearing the news, has already departed for the western cedar forest, to Humbaba's location."

Gilgamesh, who had started to rise, sat back down and looked at Siduri, his crimson eyes swirling like serpent shadows.

His expression was unreadable.

"Lord Enkidu said—" the young female aide's eyes briefly shimmered with light, a sign she was using magic to communicate with people below. "As a weapon created by the gods, before encountering Lord Rovi and gaining self-awareness, she lived in the deepest part of the divine realm's cedar forest, in the form of clay, alongside Humbaba..."

"Lord Enkidu has sufficient understanding of Humbaba."

"Her power originates from the earth, and she can effectively contain Humbaba."

It was logical and difficult to refute.

Fortunately, the Bull of Heaven still exists.

"Hmph, considering he's someone this King has acknowledged, I won't hold your disrespect in stealing my prey against you!"

"Then this King will head east—"

Gilgamesh was about to get up again.

But in the next instant, golden ripples appeared before him.

Siduri froze.

The young King of Uruk also paused, instinctively raising his hand to catch a clay tablet that fell from it.

Just like those five alliance tablets.

This clay tablet was also sent by Rovi through the King's Treasure.

Gilgamesh looked at the text inscribed on it.

"Just passing by the east."

"I'll handle the Bull of Heaven."

"Keep up the overtime—"

"Golden Pikachū!"

Crack... The clay tablet he had just received instantly shattered.

"King?" Siduri hadn't seen the contents clearly and looked at Gilgamesh, who had sat back down, with confusion.

The King's expression was unreadable.

How dare a mere mutt, a mere barking wild dog, interfere with this King's movements?

Gilgamesh was certain—that guy did it on purpose!

He even dared to assert that Rovi must have had a delighted look on his face when he wrote this clay tablet.

"Damn it..." No, those were that guy's words... Never mind, all things under heaven and earth belong to this King, and words are no exception.

Gilgamesh took a deep breath and said, "Siduri, let's continue."

"Yes, King." Siduri was a bit confused, but she nodded and had her subordinates present more clay tablets.

Gilgamesh closed his eyes, then opened them.

He clenched the armrest.

Damn it, to pull those heavenly bastards down sooner... this King will endure!

"Hahaha... I wonder what Golden Flash's expression is like right now?" Rovi, standing in the wilderness, let out a strange laugh, his face full of joy.

Just as Gilgamesh had guessed, Rovi had indeed done it on purpose.

Rovi knew that Gilgamesh, as a born king, didn't like being confined to one place all day. He surely wanted to find an opportunity to slip away, but to complete everyone's plan, he had to force himself to be patient and stay put.

To leave, one needed a sufficient reason—a reason like the Bull of Heaven and Humbaba being in trouble.

Not to convince others.

But to convince himself.

However, Rovi knew that Little Enkidu had already gone to Humbaba's location, which he could ascertain through the 'Key of Heaven' he had given earlier.

That's why he sent that stone tablet.

At this moment, it had also arrived at the east of Uruk.