Comprehensive Anime: Record of Ragnarok Start Playing Hero King

Title: Mixed Anime: Ragnarok's Beginning, Impersonating the Hero King Author: A Glance

Introduction:

In Record of Ragnarok: With a different life [starting as the Hero King], he will traverse history, leaving a profound trace.

The gods will decide the destruction and continuation of humanity, and he will represent thirteen humans against the gods in a duel.

Will the gods judge humanity? Or will humanity judge the gods?

Will humanity head towards its end? Or will the gods head towards twilight?

In High School DxD: Descending as [King Solomon], he will re-establish the Seventy-Two Pillars of Demons to deal with conspiracies targeting both worlds.

In...

Chapter 001: Beginning 'Impersonation' of the Hero King (Part 1)

Mesopotamia, that was the ancient Greek name for the land between the two rivers—the Euphrates River and the Tigris River.

Here, the Sumerians established numerous city-states in the region between the two rivers.

And located on the right bank of the lower Euphrates in the south, there was a city.

The city's name was—Uruk.

Today, almost all members of the two major power structures had gathered in the city's palace.

Today, a grand banquet would be held, the celebration for the new king's ascension.

Although everyone appeared to show respect to the new king, their eyes betrayed their indifference and dismissiveness.

Some individuals of status cast condescending glances.

Despite being king, his power was not absolute; royal authority was limited and constrained by the two major power structures—the Council of Elders and the Citizens' Assembly.

Therefore, if the king clashed with the two power structures, he would merely become a puppet.

"Hmph~!"

A member of the Council of Elders let out a soft snort and then began to eat.

The king hadn't even started his speech, yet they disrespectfully began eating.

This elder was someone who disliked the king.

His actions naturally drew the king's gaze, not a sharp one, but one that seemed helpless and resigned.

Following the elder's lead, others also took their seats and began the feast.

In the eyes of most, the king before them was not a threat. What was there to be wary of in a king barely over ten years old?

The current king was likely still excited and bewildered by his sudden ascent to the throne; he was just a child.

"This king toasts you all."

The young king's voice sounded surprisingly bold. While many responded, their attitudes were quite perfunctory.

Then, the young king lifted a wine jug and drank heartily.

He appeared quite uninhibited, trying not to be perceived as young.

Upon closer inspection, one would notice he hadn't taken a single sip; it was pure waste.

Of course, no one paid attention to this; no one took him seriously.

The banquet continued, with many getting carried away and some even using alcohol as an excuse to utter harsh words.

"Is this our king?"

"He's useless."

"When I was his age, I already..."

At this moment, someone noticed the figure on the throne had fallen asleep?

They couldn't help but scoff.

After drinking so little, he was already unconscious?

What a useless brat. He should learn more from them in the future.

"Hmm? This taste—"

A one-eyed man in his forties, who was heartily eating meat, suddenly frowned.

The taste of the meat he was chewing suddenly turned strange. His mouth felt numb and bitter, and he couldn't swallow.

Then, his throat suddenly felt dry and burning, as if scorched by fire, making it difficult to breathe. This was immediately followed by intense nausea, and he felt like vomiting.

He tried to stand up but found his limbs were also abnormal, suddenly aching, and the pain grew more and more severe.

"Ugh, help—help me!"

A choked sound escaped his throat, which felt like it was burning.

His entire body was sore, splitting with pain, making him wish for death.

Immediately after, his body collapsed onto the ground.

"Gag!"

He vomited directly.

To the people around him, his reaction didn't seem unusual. Some even taunted him, asking if he was already drunk and had thrown up so quickly.

"What the—he's usually so—huh?"

He stopped abruptly, his expression turning to shock. The person who collapsed was foaming at the mouth, convulsing uncontrollably, his eyes rolling back.

Was this what happened when someone got too drunk?

Immediately after, more people collapsed, exhibiting the same symptoms.

Bang—Bang bang~

The sounds of people falling and knocking things over echoed.

This scene instantly caused the expressions of those who had seemed fine at the banquet to change drastically.

"Is this... a curse?"

"Quick, go find Lord Anr!"

Lord Anr was the administrator of the temple, the priest responsible for communicating with the gods, a figure of considerable status and authority.

One could disrespect the young king present, but they could not disrespect Lord Anr.

Normally, the administrator of the temple was also the king of the country.

However, the current king was too young, so Lord Anr, who held more prestige, was temporarily in charge.

Therefore, in a sense, Lord Anr was the true ruler of Uruk at the moment.

In the blink of an eye, before Lord Anr could even arrive, more than half the people at the banquet had stopped breathing, their hearts had stopped beating.

The terror caused by this situation made everyone flee the scene, fearing they would be the next to be cursed and killed by an unknown hex.

At this moment, the slender, young king sitting on the throne stirred.

His complexion was very healthy, and he didn't seem to be cursed.

He opened his eyes, and the scene before him caused him a moment of surprise before he yawned.

He wasn't startled by what he saw, acting as if it was all expected.

Indeed, it was expected, because he himself was the mastermind behind this scene.

He slightly curved his lips, revealing a mocking gaze that was unfitting for his age.

So, had these people truly been cursed?

Not at all, they had merely drunk the processed realgar powder he had added.

Simply put, these people had been poisoned by arsenic.

Excellent, let's see how the system views this incident.

"Current progress: 65%"

Oh? It was only 55% before, and it jumped by 10% all at once?

In his vision, a card emitting faint golden light appeared.

This card, which seemed to have been petrified, was now 65% de-petrified.

It was a card with a person's image on it, a young man with golden hair and red eyes!

He was an arrogant king, a king who believed himself supreme in heaven and earth.

A king who deeply despised the gods!

Yes, the person on the card was the Hero King!

It was Gilgamesh, the one who possessed Enkidu.

Chapter 002: Starting Off by 'Imitating' the Hero King (Part 2)

Hero King Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh, who possessed the Gate of Babylon.

As long as his imitation recognition on the system reached one hundred percent, he could completely unfreeze this card.

Then, he could apply this card's buffs to himself.

The result would be that he would gain the same abilities as the Hero King Gilgamesh in the Type-Moon world.

In fact, his current identity was also Gilgamesh, but he had only just become the king of this city-state.

The original him—Bai Yue—was just an ordinary office worker.

No different from anyone else, living a monotonous life of work, commute, and home, just a salaryman.

As for a girlfriend? Don't even think about it.

It was too difficult to support a real girlfriend, so it was better to just have a waifu from a manga.

Then one day, he lay down and stopped moving, his body went cold, and he completely "lay down" into the morgue.

That day, during his usual day off spent lounging at home watching Fate, the TV malfunctioned.

Some unscrupulous merchant cut corners, and the TV started smoking, then caught fire.

And it seemed to happen right when a character in the anime was unleashing a powerful ultimate move during a high-energy scene, causing a screen flash. It made him think someone from inside was about to break through into reality.

After hastily cutting off the power, he was electrocuted and knocked flat.

When he woke up, he found himself transported to ancient Sumeria, over two thousand years before the Common Era.

He had been reincarnated as Gilgamesh.

He wasn't too panicked about it. His previous life was already about lounging around, and having grown up in an orphanage, he didn't have many attachments.

So, in a sense, he had transmigrated, right?

What about the cheat skills that transmigration novels always had? He should have something, shouldn't he?

He did, in the form of an Imitation System.

As long as he played his current role well and received a 100% evaluation from the system, he could activate cards.

Of course, "playing well" didn't necessarily mean repeating the story of Gilgamesh as it was known.

As long as his deeds were comparable, and could earn him a similar evaluation from later generations, that would suffice.

Generally, it would be safer to follow the story's progression. The system also provided relevant records.

Otherwise, if he did something unexpected that caused a butterfly effect, leading to him having no records in later generations, that would be a failed imitation. Naturally, he wouldn't become that Hero King.

Therefore, he constantly kept an eye on the imitation progress. If it suddenly dropped, it meant his recent actions were incorrect.

If the progress increased, it meant his actions were fine.