The Primordial Child Reborn

The Sea of Imaginary Numbers is silent and empty.

Amidst the cacophony of voices, Rovi opened his eyes, and countless images flashed before them.

He also learned about the changes in Uruk after he left the city.

"That Golden Pikachū... did he end up using the backup plan I left behind?" Rovi thought to himself, unable to help but smile.

The place he carved out in the underworld after numerous trips, large enough to house Uruk, was his final gift to the king as a sage, and also a last resort to prevent any unforeseen events.

A powerful Uruk state, if it remains prosperous, will inevitably lead to a distortion of the course of history, or perhaps it will become a ' Singularity Point ', or even a ' Lostbelt ' extending from Singularity Point.

Singularity Point will be corrected, Lostbelt will be removed from the world.

Everything that Rovi had done before could not be recorded, so it was all for nothing—of course he had to guard against this move, but he could not allow the glorious empire that the three of them had created together to collapse.

Therefore, Rovi had planned to have it voluntarily step down from the historical stage long ago.

Think ahead, think about retreat, and be prepared for danger even in times of peace.

This is precisely what a 'wise person' should do.

"The source of all kings, the non-god King of the Underworld who rules the underworld... That bastard Golden Pikachū really dares to do that!"

Lost in thought, Rovi averted his gaze.

Although he didn't get to see the final scene, only that Gilgamesh, in his old age, returned to the underworld with Uruk, and he didn't get to see Little En, Ereshkigal, Ishtar Rin, he knew that Gilgamesh was safe and sound, and through the key he had given away, he sensed their condition and knew that they were all well. Rovi was finally relieved.

We will meet again in the future.

Not on the Throne of Heroes, but in the present—he will surely return.

However, on the other hand, the virtual and real worlds are actually another 'line' independent of the physical world. Its connection with the physical world often relies on the understanding of the physical world as an anchor point.

In other words, if Rovi could appear now, he would only appear after Uruk enters the Underworld.

It can almost be described as a fleeting century.

Rovi coughed softly, and as time passed, Rovi health deteriorated.

I felt no pain, but my body felt heavier and heavier and I felt more and more strained.

The illness was severe and chronic.

"Aaaaa..." Her pink starry eyes lowered, and Tiamat, who stood in the Sea of Imaginary Numbers like a giant floating ark, supporting the concept of 'existence' in this place defined as non-existent, leaned slightly forward and gazed at the 'little person' in her palm.

The goddess's legs arched slightly backward, and the triangle at the curve tightened slightly at the moment of penetration. The dragon scales on the goddess's body were like a single garment, and her slender waist rippled with waves as she twisted.

Are you alright?

Rovi understood what she meant.

This might also be a concept brought about by the primordial manifestation attached to the ' Enuma Elish,' allowing him to know what information the chaotic voice of the primordial god represented.

Based on this foundation, Tiamat's voice was also transformed into a clear, gentle, and loving female voice.

The built-in filter is alright.

"It's nothing, just a bunch of scum buzzing around my ear like flies, don't worry about it!" Rovi said indifferently.

Despite being arrested, he showed no fear whatsoever.

Since there's no way to escape anyway, I might as well make it easier before I 'die'.

Tiamat tilted her head.

'Scraps? You mean those...'

"That's right, it's those rebellious brats." Rovi smiled and replied. He knew that Tiamat regarded him as a manifestation of the 'original' like herself, so it didn't seem to be a problem to say that.

So Tiamat supported Rovi with one hand, and with the other hand, she raised it and gently poked him.

A huge finger covered in dark dragon scales touched the top of his head and carefully traced its path.

As Rovi felt the 'curse' within him, he became even more fearful.

But it seems that even Tiamat cannot remove this bone-deep erosion from him—after all, Tiamat was banished back then because of the gods joining forces.

Although there was an element of surprise attack involved, the combined forces of the gods, strictly speaking, were enough to contend with the enemy.

'Will it... hurt? Like when they hit me back then—'

"A bunch of scum, trying to hurt me? They're far from it!" Rovi said. "Don't worry, I won't die."

What is death?

"Death means leaving this world forever, never seeing the people you want to see, never staying in the places you like, never hearing or seeing anything..."

'So, am I already dead?'

"You still have a chance to return to the present. You can still talk to me, so of course you're not dead."

'Will you die?'

"Didn't I say I wouldn't die...?"

'But I can feel it, your body is about to give way, and your soul is about to shatter...'

"I said, I will not die."

'...'

In the eternally dark 'Twilight Realm', the primordial god of the chariot embraced a tiny ray of light, its voice drifting and rippling through the void, vanishing in an instant.

Tiamat, it's been a long time since I've felt this way.

It can transmit information.

They can express their feelings.

It can help one to resolve the doubts in one's heart.

' Rovi, what's wrong?'

"I'm sleepy, let me take a nap..."

What is sleep?

"Sleeping is a brief pause in the journey."

'Stop?'

This time, Rovi didn't answer. Instead, he rested his head on Tiamat's slightly raised fingers, as if leaning against a stone pillar, and gently closed his eyes.

He tightened his robe.

To sleep with anticipation—or rather, to die.

Yes, he could sense that the curse of the gods had reached its limit, and his life had reached its true end.

Closing one's eyes is equivalent to dying.

All the merits and demerits along the way flashed before my eyes.

In the final moments, Rovi felt a slight coolness brushing against his face. There was no wind in the Sea of Imaginary Numbers, and this rising air was brought by Tiamat.

She leaned down slightly, looking at the figure cradled in her single palm.

Touch it with your fingers.

Call out with a barking sound.

They all had to respond without any response.

Is Rovi... dead?

Just as he had told her.

To leave this world forever, unable to hear or see, unable to see the people she wants to see, unable to stay in the places she wants to stay... If Rovi dies, then she will be here, unable to hear any sound, unable to see any scenery, unable to see the people she wants to see, unable to stay in the places she likes.

Does that mean she's going to die too?

The primordial god of saliva widened his eyes slightly.

She didn't want to die.

Therefore, you must not die either.

If you die, no one will be able to understand me anymore.

"Aaaaa..."

A crisp sound rang out.

Goddess Tiamat clasped her hands together and gently placed her palms on top of Rovi.

What appears in the palm of my hand is a chaotic sea.

What ripples is the primordial light and shadow.

Just as if recreating the original landscape of the world, the primordial gods, Tiamat, displayed their power.

She nurtured Rovi in the palm of her hand.

Transformed into death.

Just like when he played the role of a god...

Unexpectedly, the gods were created by various natural phenomena on a gradually stabilizing planet after her death.

But Rovi was born from the very beginning of the primordial origin, before her... the primordial child.