Someone in the Multiverse, Transformed into Fu Hua at the Start Chapter 24

"Good, to withstand a strike from the great Herrscher of Reason, you're not entirely undeserving of your reputation!" The Herrscher of Reason took a brief moment to catch her breath, then revealed her true form once more, intending to follow up with another Sword God. But just then, several chains suddenly shot out from within Tiamat's body.

"What the hell!?"

The Herrscher of Reason instinctively sensed danger and hastily dodged to the side.

"Quick reflexes...!" Gogh's voice rang out, accompanied by a flash of cyan-white light as he appeared before the Herrscher of Reason.

His expression was grim as he glared at her, his tone bitter: "A power level on par with that Immortal's? But as a god, your defeat is already sealed."

"Oh, last time An... that old fossil was kind enough to let you off, and now you come knocking yourself? What, you think I'll be as merciful as her?" The Herrscher of Reason couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him. "You couldn't even beat her, so how do you have the guts to come after me?"

That said, she was well aware of the Chains of Heaven's restraint over Divinity.

She didn't want to acknowledge her own Divinity, but she couldn't shake it off either.

Still...

"At the end of the day, restraint has its limits. Can a bottle of mineral water put out a forest fire?" The Herrscher of Reason flashed a healthy grin and gave Gogh a thumbs-down.

"Heh, you'll soon know what I'm banking on." Gogh smiled too. Having supposedly learned from Amber to fight at range, he instead flew straight at the Herrscher of Reason, defying expectations.

"Haha, close combat with me? Fine, I'll play along. But how do you stack up against Quetzalcoatl?" Knowing that this Gogh had basically never won a fight, the Herrscher of Reason showed no fear. She drew her sword and met him head-on. In a single clash of blades, she sent Gogh flying dozens of meters.

Gogh frowned. The Holy Grail that Chaldea sought was actually on him, and to boost his mother's magical energy, he had attached himself to Tiamat as a magical core after her awakening. Fearing his mother's poor condition, he hadn't brought the Holy Grail with him, leaving it on Tiamat instead.

Without the Holy Grail, his physical capabilities weakened, souring both his expression and his mood.

He'd hoped to take down one enemy with the advantage of restraint... but now it seemed he'd have to go in with a mutual-destruction mindset.

The choice of life or death didn't linger in his mind for even a moment; he'd already chosen his answer before the question fully formed.

Yes, for his mother's sake, this life was utterly insignificant.

Golden lightning erupted across Gogh's body, turning him almost entirely gold. Countless chains surged from the ground, sealing off every possible escape route around the Herrscher of Reason.

"O mortals, bind the gods with chains—!"

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Chapter 50: Reversing All Phenomena

"So many chains? Think I'm scared?"

The Herrscher of Reason's expression didn't waver. Her longsword instantly transformed into a chain-blade, carving a massive gap in the surrounding chains. With another swing, she cleared a wide open space.

"A strange weapon, but it's over." Gogh's body grew ever more radiant. Watching the Herrscher of Reason weave and dodge within the cage of chains, his mind held only the need to eliminate this threat. As his magical energy contracted violently, his entire form transformed into a massive chain.

With his transformation, more and more chains closed in around the Herrscher of Reason. The chains, once easily cut, now became far tougher, requiring considerable effort to clear.

Gogh stole a glance at the distant group. They seemed unaware of the situation here, still fighting the Lahmu. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Take your arrogance to the grave."

Having drained every last drop of magical energy, Gogh hesitated no longer. The colossal chain that was his body slammed down onto the Herrscher of Reason.

The Chains of Heaven were chains meant to bind gods. The higher the Divinity, the more terrifying the binding strength. While they couldn't restrain a chief god, binding this Immortal was a simple task.

Moreover, the Chains of Heaven, born from his Noble Phantasm, not only restrained gods but also carried piercing force that dealt massive damage to the target. In the final moment before his consciousness faded, seeing the arrogant face before him twist into disbelief, Gogh awaited death with satisfaction.

He had no regrets. Whether it was the humiliation of being chased by the Crimson Kite Immortal or the helplessness of failing to protect Gorgon, it all dissolved into nothing. He had given his life for the mother he loved and taken out one of her highest-tier combatants.

Why...?

"Why am I not dead? Why is my consciousness still here? Why does my spine suddenly feel cold? Why do I feel fear at this moment?"

A familiar yet alien voice came from all directions. Though he was a divine puppet, Gogh felt sweat trickling down his back. Despite lacking eyes, he couldn't help but look around.

The entire world seemed frozen. The Sea of Chaos below, the ceaselessly attacking Lahmu—everything had hit a stop switch. Not only were they motionless, but he couldn't even hear a single sound.

What the hell is happening!?

That Crimson Kite Immortal's Divinity—hadn't I already killed it!?

There's no way she could have survived the Chains of Heaven!?

"Shouldn't you know that very well?"

Still lost in thought, Gogh was jolted awake by a voice that seemed to whisper right in his ear. When he came to, he saw everything around him had turned black, and he himself had somehow reverted to his original form.

"This... is?" Gogh stared in disbelief at the scene before him.

"Hahahaha!"

A laughter that shook heaven and earth rang out behind him. He spun around in terror, and what he saw made his already wide eyes bulge even further.

A Herrscher of Reason, whose size rivaled Tiamat's, was looking down at him with amusement. From her movements and his current perspective... he was in her hand.

"A god? Divinity? Anti-Divine special attack? All unfavorable circumstances are merely the result of the individual's insufficient ability."

The Herrscher of Reason flashed a healthy grin as her gripping hand slowly tightened. The immense pressure brought pain that felt like it would tear his body apart. Gogh felt every bone in his body snap in an instant. His vaunted self-repair didn't stir at all. At this moment, he was like a lamb to the slaughter, completely at her mercy.

"Damn it...! A piece of trash like you...! How dare you try to harm Mother!"

Knowing he had no chance of turning the tables, Gogh could only break down and shout: "The existence of Old Humanity is nothing but a mistake! No matter what you do, you cannot defeat Mother—the one who will reclaim all civilization and recreate it! Mother is the indispensable starting point of this world! The Primordial Mother Goddess who nurtures all phenomena!"

"That's too bad."

The Herrscher of Reason grinned, and her hand, which had been slowly tightening, suddenly clenched: "What I'm best at... is twisting phenomena."

—Golden light flickered across Gogh's body. As mana continuously gathered, his frame began to turn to mud from the overload, yet he stubbornly kept absorbing magic as if he didn't know when to stop.

"What is he trying to do?" The group on the shore frowned in confusion at Gogh's actions.

"Maybe he has some hidden trump card we don't know about?" Ushiwakamaru said cautiously.

"Impossible. If what Gilgamesh said is true and that body is Enkidu, then he shouldn't have any authorities besides the Chains of Heaven." Ishtar denied her guess. "Gathering mana like this can only mean he's aiming for a suicidal explosion... but—"

Why do that?

As the Chains of Heaven, why not use the Chains? Why resort to a self-destruct attack? Authority trumps ability; lower-level mystery is heavily discounted against higher-level mystery. Even if his explosion's destructive power were immense, it wouldn't be an authority—it couldn't even scratch the Herrscher of Reason, who possesses Divinity.

No one could understand.

"It's because his consciousness is already dead," Amber said.

"Consciousness dead... like Ereshkigal?" Ishtar paused, then caught on. "That consciousness-manipulating ability—she can use it too."

Thinking it over, it wasn't that surprising. Ishtar nodded: "If that's the case, it makes sense. But... even though we've dealt with Gogh, we still have no way to handle Tiamat."

Watching Tiamat, who had regained consciousness and was struggling to stand, Ishtar's expression remained grim.

Amber had no solution either. If even the Herrscher of Reason was helpless, she was even more out of options. She turned to look at Ritsuka: "How's Chaldea's intelligence gathering going?"

"It's mostly done, but analysis will take time..." Ritsuka's face was troubled. "King Gilgamesh's mana probably can't support us staying on the front lines much longer..."

The implication was clear: they should retreat for now. Instead of wasting effort here, it was better to go back and discuss with Gilgamesh, see if his Clairvoyance could reveal anything, and use the time to let him recover mana while waiting for Chaldea's analysis.

The group had no better ideas, so they nodded. Quetzalcoatl called over a few pterosaurs to carry everyone back.

Watching the Herrscher of Reason unleash another Sword God in the distance, Amber sent a telepathic message: "Xiao Shi, hold Tiamat off there for now. We're going back to discuss a plan."

"Huh?" The Herrscher of Reason couldn't hold it together.

She'd one-shot Gogh, but fighting Tiamat wasn't nearly as fun as she'd imagined. That thing was an unkillable meat mountain. Normal attacks did nothing, and Sword God would knock her offline. Back and forth, she was the only one putting in work—it was boring as hell, okay?

She wasn't Tien Shinhan; she didn't have that kind of patience.

But Amber didn't wait for her reply. She just followed the others and left, leaving the Herrscher of Reason with no outlet for her frustration, stewing in annoyance.

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Chapter 51: Ereshkigal's Help

Inside the Divine Tower, the Servants who had returned on pterosaurs formed a circle around Mash's shield, facing the throne. Gilgamesh rested his chin on his thumb, frowning as he reviewed the Tiamat data Chaldea had analyzed on the way.

A few seconds later, his expression turned furious: "You bastard! Are you on Tiamat's side or what?! This thing has no weaknesses at all!"

"There really are no weaknesses!"

Roman's face was equally grim: "She's a perfect existence with no flaws in either physics or myth. Even Marduk's Axe didn't kill Tiamat—it only dismembered her. But that's meaningless; it just temporarily immobilizes her so she can be banished to Imaginary Space!"

"In fact, there's no record of Tiamat ever dying!"

Gilgamesh knew this too, but to claim helplessness against a disaster they had to overcome—what kind of joke was that?

"Xiao Shi is holding Tiamat back in the Persian Gulf. We still have plenty of time," Amber said, trying to comfort them as she saw their gloomy expressions.

"That may be, but we can't keep discussing this aimlessly forever."

Gilgamesh's expression didn't improve. "Besides, how long can that one last? Does she have enough mana to waste freely?"

Amber didn't answer.

In truth, she could hold out indefinitely, but Amber felt that Xiao Shi's patience would run out before her mana did.

"Wait..." Ritsuka suddenly spoke up. "We mentioned before that as long as we're in the Underworld, Ereshkigal is invincible. You all remember that, right?"

Gilgamesh had realized this a moment before Ritsuka spoke. Seeing that Ritsuka had also caught on, he smiled: "Good. You've thought the same as the king."

Amber and Ishtar also grasped their meaning.

"Send Tiamat into the Underworld!" Ishtar's eyes lit up. "If her existence is contradicted by life on the surface, then going to the lifeless Underworld would solve that!"

"Not only that—Ereshkigal is the mistress of the Underworld. Without exaggeration, she's invincible there. She should be able to provide us with immense help!" Gilgamesh acknowledged Ishtar's rare moment of cleverness.

Still, even as he said it, his heart ached.

If he'd known the Crimson Kite Immortal was so reliable that she could hold off Tiamat alone, there would have been no need to bribe Ishtar.

And now the front-line fighter wasn't even the Crimson Kite Immortal herself, but a separated Divine personality—essentially a Noble Phantasm.

Compared to that Divine personality, Gugalanna was completely obsolete and useless.

Wasting treasure on such a useless thing was infuriating... or not.

In truth, he'd never planned to fulfill the deal. His treasury would close upon his death. If someone wanted his vault, he couldn't die.

But his death was inevitable, so claiming his treasures was impossible—even searching the real world wouldn't work. He'd long since faked the treasury's location and set up countermeasures in the real vault capable of killing gods.

From start to finish, all he gave Ishtar was that single cartload hauled over from Chaldea.

But even that cartload matched the quality of Ishtar's yearly offerings, if not exceeded them—so don't call him heartless.

"Hey! Ereshkigal! You hearing me!? Ereshkigal!?" In high spirits, Gilgamesh opened the Underworld Mirror directly and called out to Eresh.

"Shut it! A goddess's name isn't something you just toss around!" The pitch-black surface of the Underworld Mirror projected Eresh's own image, spear in hand, her face utterly sour: "I've been busy since yesterday—don't call me unless it's important!"

"Speaking of which, I lent you the Underworld Mirror not to be your chat partner, but so I could contact Fu... Hua?" Eresh, who had been frowning, caught sight of Amber slowly stepping into view, and her face instantly flushed red.

Whether from shyness or embarrassment, she slowly covered her face with her cloak: "Why is Fu Hua here too!?"

"Ho, compared to the so-called Heavenly Mistress, what a lovable posture this is. It seems after some reflection, your femininity has improved as well." Gilgamesh laughed.

"Can you spare me the useless chatter?" Ishtar shot Gilgamesh a glare, then looked at Eresh with a mix of disappointment and frustration: "And you, with a face just like mine, you're doubling the embarrassment!"

"Eresh, we have a favor to ask you." Amber ignored the other two's banter and walked straight up to the mirror.

"A... a favor!?"

Eresh froze, then cautiously peeked out from behind her cloak: "Are you not angry with me anymore?"

"Angry?" Amber blinked, surprised by the question. She rifled through the memories Fu Hua had given her, but couldn't find anything wrong.

"B... because before, you wouldn't even look at me... I thought you didn't recognize me as... a friend anymore." Eresh's eyes darted nervously as she tested the waters.

"You misunderstood. I was just thinking about something at the time."

Not knowing why Eresh felt that way, Amber could only soothe her gently.

"Alright, let's put the divine romance drama on hold. We have real business to discuss." Gilgamesh cut off their conversation.

"It's something Fu Hua wants to ask, right? Fine, for Fu Hua's sake, I'll agree." Eresh nodded without hesitation.

"Then I'm relieved."

Gilgamesh wasn't about to let this opportunity slip: "So the task of receiving Tiamat falls to you! Open the gates of the underworld in the Persian Gulf and imprison Tiamat in the underworld!"

"Hah!?"