Lin Qiye remembered Gilgamesh telling him that battle could keep him lucid.
Now, it seemed that battle was perhaps not the only thing that could keep him lucid... More importantly, there was pain.
When his memories had been altered and he could no longer distinguish falsehood from reality, pain became the "anchor" that stabilized Gilgamesh's consciousness, pulling him out of illusory memories and back into reality.
"Gilgamesh." Lin Qiye's voice sank. "What just happened?"
Gilgamesh slowly climbed out of the deep crater in the ground. His gray robe was covered in dust. He lowered his head to look at his hands, pain flashing through his eyes.
"I... I saw the people of Uruk again."
"The people of Uruk?" Lin Qiye froze. "What were they doing?"
"...Being slaughtered."
Gilgamesh took a deep breath. "The gods and monsters of Sumer rushed into the city from every direction, slaughtering the people of Uruk like madmen. I was fighting one of those gods, yet I failed to defeat him..."
Lin Qiye turned to look at the Monkey King.
Within Gilgamesh's chaotic memories, the one fighting him was a god of the Sumerian Pantheon. But in reality, the one crossing blows with him had been the Monkey King.
So his false memories corresponded to his actual movements in the real world?
The Monkey King gazed at Gilgamesh with a complicated expression for a long while before speaking flatly.
"If you want to fight in the future, call me anytime."
After saying that, he gave Lin Qiye a look and turned to walk out of the courtyard.
Lin Qiye understood what he meant and followed after him.
Holding his harp, Bragi pondered for a moment. Then he turned to Gilgamesh and said earnestly.
"If you want to fight, don't come looking for me. Even ten of