Changes in Seven Days

Seven days, a short time, yet in this moment of surging change, it was enough to bring about many alterations to this land.

Rovi didn't yet know the specifics of these changes.

But as he turned back towards the royal capital of Uruk, he saw the land had completely recovered its verdant vitality, with villages scattered across the plains.

Yet, in between, there were suddenly no people to be seen.

Of course, those who had been waiting for his 'resurrection' wouldn't have stayed in the same spot for seven whole days.

But aside from them leaving, all around, whether villages or various settlements, there was no sign of people.

Not even a single head of livestock was visible.

Empty houses.

There were no signs of battle or destruction; instead, the land was covered with countless footprints and tire tracks.

It was as if, during these seven days, there had been a large-scale migration.

He felt it was necessary to investigate everything.

He walked as he observed.

A moment later.

Rovi stopped under the vast, clear blue sky, gazing out at the lush, newly sprouted green scenery stretching across the plains.

He still didn't know exactly what had happened.

But through these few traces, he could infer many things.

Such a large-scale, spontaneous migration, theoretically, could only have one explanation—that Gilgamesh, the ruler of this land, had issued an order.

And at this very moment, that young King of Uruk, in order to confront the gods, no longer displaying his former tyrannical demeanor but fully embodying the virtues of a wise ruler, would not have acted without reason.

"Scorched earth... preparing for a full-scale battle?" Rovi easily arrived at this conclusion.

Clearing the countryside, retreating all citizens within the walls, and consolidating all supplies in one place to await the enemy's arrival.

But at this moment, neither the Bull of Heaven nor Humbaba had completed their final manifestation—especially the former, who had been thoroughly restrained.

Rovi hadn't sensed their complete descent.

Therefore, Gilgamesh's haste in doing this was likely not solely to deal with the strongest divine beast and the strongest demonic beast.

However, Rovi soon found the answer to his question.

Still in the wilderness.

Between the rolling plains and hills, colossal figures moved about.

They resembled beasts, yet were not entirely so. Setting aside their unusually massive forms, just looking at the brilliant light reflecting off their scaled hides, the immense waves stirred by their unfurled wings, and the elemental powers of fire and lightning that accompanied their roars, one could tell these were definitely not ordinary beasts.

Much like the 'animals' in the demonic beast forest to the west.

These were creatures born under the influence of the Aether of the Age of Gods, the very foundation that supported the manifestation of the gods and constructed the Mythic Age, beings that were generally only seen in large numbers during the Age of Gods.

But now, they had reappeared, on a massive scale.

Using the power of the 'Key of Heaven' to suppress his presence and conceal himself, Rovi stood on a high vantage point, glimpsing their forms before turning his gaze to the eastern coast of the Euphrates River.

He looked up at the vast, clear blue sky, at the Bull of Heaven still shrouded in the aura of the underworld.

Only a wisp of cloud remained.

But what had been scattered was ultimately just the shell; as time passed, its essence would gradually gather more.

The other effects it brought would naturally manifest.

For example, the convergence of 'Aether.'

The 'regression' of the environment.

Undoubtedly, the birth of these demonic beasts stemmed from the Aether dispersed by the Bull of Heaven.

On the other side, with Humbaba, it was likely the same.

Just then, the demonic beasts wandering the plains and hills seemed to sense something and abruptly lifted their heads.

They looked up at the sky, towards the Bull of Heaven, and their mournful howls began to rise.

Not like wolves, but akin to wolves howling at the moon.

The ground began to shake.

Dust rolled, gravel leaped on the ground, and the scattered beastly figures also began to move.

Their footsteps landed, leaving imprints in the soil, their sharp claws like small blades, tearing through the ground, leaving large, ravaged marks.

The horde of demonic beasts began to gather, surging with increasing speed.

Much like the Monster Tides Rovi had witnessed before.

Under some unknown guidance, they galloped towards a single direction.

And that direction...

"Uruk City-State." Rovi knew without even thinking.

They were going to attack Uruk.

An attack on a place where humans gathered.

If it weren't for that, Gilgamesh wouldn't have had to resort to 'scorched earth tactics'.

"Looks like I have to head back—" Right now, even if he stood still, these Demonic Beasts couldn't kill him, so Rovi didn't expect to die under this Monster Tide.

He had to go back.

To rendezvous with Gilgamesh and Enkidu.

Only then could they complete the 'strategy' they had set earlier—to complete the 'suicidal act' he had meticulously planned and painstakingly executed until now!

No sooner had the thought occurred than Rovi immediately moved, tailing the Demonic Beasts.

But before he could get close to the Uruk City-State.

Instead, about a dozen miles from Uruk, he saw a city wall.

Dozens of meters high, it stood on the earth like a mountain range, a colossal wall sufficient to withstand any flood.

On the wall, Uruk soldiers were arrayed in strict formation, ready for battle.

And on it were mounted massive cannons, aimed below, ready to blast the surging Monster Tide.

This scene was so familiar that Rovi, a transmigrator, couldn't help but freeze, his pupils constricting.

This is... the Seventh Singularity, Battlefront of Beasts!?

He had read about it, a scene from one of the stories in the Nasuverse series.

In that Uruk, there was also a giant wall built to fight Demonic Beasts!

No, that's not right—

Perhaps it was just a coincidence.

A Singularity is a 'fictional history' that deviates from normal history and is destined to be repaired.

Since it's destined to be repaired, any great achievements created within a Singularity won't be recorded by the world, and naturally, the person who created those great deeds couldn't ascend.

Rovi believed that the Rovi in the Root earlier wouldn't have chosen such a place as his transmigration point.

So it could only be a coincidence.

Or perhaps it was a historical change triggered by himself.

But no matter what, the high wall had been erected in such a short time. As the King who theoretically ruled Uruk, and one of the leaders of Uruk on par with Gilgamesh, Rovi found it difficult to stay out of it.

And the plan they had set earlier absolutely did not allow him to stand by idly.

So...

"I'll drive off these Demonic Beasts first, and then I'll go see what earth-shattering changes have happened specifically in these seven days!"

Rovi waved his hand.

Behind him, golden ripples spread, and countless swords and blades burst forth from within.

Cold light overflowed, dense as a forest, chilling and awe-inspiring.