Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods.
Lin Qiye passed through the quiet hospital corridors and headed straight into the courtyard.
Ever since Gilgamesh's last rampage, the hospital had entered a state of silence. All the attendants kept their daily movements as quiet as possible, afraid of disturbing the deranged Mad King seated upon the throne in the courtyard.
As if sensing Lin Qiye's approach, Gilgamesh, chained to the black throne, slowly opened his eyes.
Compared to yesterday, Gilgamesh's face had grown noticeably more haggard. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared weakly at Lin Qiye before him.
"What is it?" he asked hoarsely.
"A god is coveting your treasury," Lin Qiye said seriously.
Gilgamesh did not seem surprised to hear this. He sneered. "My treasury contains a great number of supreme divine artifacts. It is indeed enough to tempt any divine kingdom in the world. Countless gods had their eyes on it while I was alive. I never expected that, after so long, someone would still be thinking about it..."
"What puzzles me is why news of the King's Treasury surfaced at this particular time, when it had been silent in the Real World for so long." Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment.
"I suspect your current condition is related to this matter."
"Perhaps." Gilgamesh paused. "So you came to me hoping to learn the exact location of the King's Treasury? But... even I do not know where it is.
Before I died of old age, I had already arranged my affairs, including the handling of the King's Treasury... This treasury was the culmination of my life's efforts. Even after my death, not a single divine artifact within it could fall into the hands of the Sumer gods.
When I first became king of Uruk, I found an unusual King Turtle.