He Wants to Convene a "Meeting on the Survival of the Gods"? / He Tosses Out a Pile of Divine Weapons and Turns Them into a Porcupine

The instant she was targeted, Brunhilde instinctively assumed a defensive stance. It was her body's instinctive response to a sense of danger.

"Hey, hey, why are you so tense? Shouldn't I be the nervous one?"

The summoned King Gilgamesh spoke in a relaxed, conversational tone.

He looked utterly harmless, yet Brunhilde instead felt the killing intent he gave off growing ever heavier.

"Appearing here out of nowhere gave me quite a fright."

Quite a fright? It did not show at all.

"What? Are you checking whether I have anything dangerous on me? You look as though you're afraid I'll suddenly kill you."

Gilgamesh spoke with amused interest, then took a step back and sat in the office chair beside him. He leisurely leaned back and crossed his legs.

Was this unguarded behavior because he was overly confident in himself?

"My apologies, but I really am afraid you might do exactly that, King of Uruk."

"Are you not treating me like some murderous maniac?"

Gilgamesh teased her again, studying the forthright yet seemingly strong-willed woman before him with interest.

From her mannerisms and conduct, she looked like a heroic woman tempered by the battlefield—a Valkyrie of war.

A Valkyrie?

A god? Interesting.

He had originally been in the middle of entering his next role when he was suddenly summoned here. It had truly given him a small scare.

At the same time.

The next role-playing session has been suspended. Continue loading?

The system gave him this prompt. If he agreed, it would immediately pull him away from here.

So he did not confirm it right away and instead decided to observe the situation first.

This summoning did not seem to have been carried out with malicious intent. Otherwise, he would have received a rather special welcome.

They would likely have treated him as a dangerous individual and subdued him at once.

Of course, the woman's reaction clearly showed that she regarded him as dangerous as well, but he did not sense any hostility from her.

Oh, and there was also a little girl at the door. When she saw him glance at her, she was so frightened that she began chewing on her fingers.

His gaze returned to the woman before him.

"Are you a god? Earlier, I sensed someone watching me. It was you two, wasn't it?"

As he spoke, his red eyes seemed to gleam with dangerous light, causing cold sweat to trickle down Brunhilde's face.

That gaze was overwhelmingly oppressive. Though he was clearly human, she felt as if she were facing the piercing stare of one of those renowned Main Gods.

"My apologies, King of Uruk. We did not intend to spy on you, but we had no choice. All humanity is currently facing an unprecedented apocalyptic crisis, so we hope to receive your help."

"Oh?"

Gilgamesh found that interesting. All humanity faced destruction and needed his help?

"And? You still haven't answered my question."

"My apologies for the discourtesy. I am Brunhilde, eldest sister of the Norse Valkyries."

With one hand over her chest and her body slightly inclined forward, Brunhilde gave an introductory salute.

"Norse Valkyries?"

How interesting. Why had figures from Norse Mythology come looking for him?

"Then what is this crisis facing humanity? Is it something even all you gods cannot handle?"

"Quite the opposite. The gods can handle it, because the source of humanity's crisis this time is—the gods!"

As she said this, a shadow crossed the Valkyrie's face, and hostility toward the gods flickered in her eyes.

And if the crisis came from the gods, had they sought him out because they knew he had slain gods?

Did they want him to continue slaughtering gods?

"For ages, the gods have held a Humanity Survival Conference in the council chamber of the Valhalla Council every thousand years, voting on whether humanity should be allowed to continue existing for another millennium... At this point in humanity's seven-million-year history, during the conference held on X/X/20XX, every member unanimously approved one decision—Humanity's End."

Brunhilde explained the situation while watching the king's expression.

His reaction was utterly calm, as though he were merely listening to an ordinary story that had nothing to do with him.

Then, after yawning, he said something that left Brunhilde stunned.

"To be honest, I would also like to cast a vote to destroy humanity."

He Wants to Convene a Gods' Survival Conference?

For a long time, humanity had been guided so that it could build a better world.

Yet throughout human history, they had never stopped fighting and killing. Especially in modern times, they had gone mad with World Wars.

War had also enabled humanity's civilization and technology to develop at high speed, producing increasingly devastating weapons—especially doomsday weapons capable of destroying human civilization itself.

Then, over the past century, humanity's development had also inflicted severe damage on the world's ecology.

Overfishing marine life had filled the oceans with vast amounts of garbage and oil pollution, turning once-clear seas murky and damaging marine ecosystems.

On land, forests had been destroyed, and enormous quantities of resources had been exploited without restraint. Once-lush mountains had turned into ugly rocky hills, reducing animal habitats and driving creatures to extinction.

In a sense, humanity, living on this planet called Earth, had become the greatest cancer to all other creatures living in this world.

So after guiding humanity for countless years, this was the result. Even he would think humanity was beyond saving.

It was like raising a child, devoting everything to nurturing him and giving him all one's love, hoping he would become an outstanding pillar of society.

Unfortunately, the child still went down the wrong path and refused to change despite repeated teachings. In the end, one could only be utterly disappointed.

Causing trouble every day, eventually becoming a blight on society and giving people high blood pressure—one would ultimately wish to send him back to the furnace and remake him.

Therefore, if Bai Yue had been a member of the Valhalla Council, he too would have voted for Humanity's End.

His answer left the Valkyrie Brunhilde utterly shocked. In her eyes, he should have stood on humanity's side, yet he had chosen to stand with the gods?

After a brief silence.

"King of Uruk, do you support the gods' decision to bring about Humanity's End?"

Brunhilde looked at the man before her in disbelief.

Gilgamesh clearly seemed to loathe the gods, so why would he agree with their choice? Why would he stand with them?

This was truly not a development she had anticipated.

Brunhilde could not help but smile bitterly.

The man before her had always been impossible to see through. Perhaps it was not strange that he had given such an answer.

"Yes. Human history is a history of war. They never learn their lesson, but—"

But what?

After he said that, Brunhilde felt the atmosphere abruptly change. The pressure radiating from King Gilgamesh became even more intense.

It was as if the air itself could not bear his presence and had begun to tremble.

"But only humanity itself can end humanity. The gods? What are they? What right do they have to decide Humanity's End? Because they have guided and cared for humanity for so long? Heh heh heh."

At that moment, King Gilgamesh smiled. It was a mocking smile, a disdainful smile, and it gave Brunhilde a glimmer of hope.

"Did they truly guide and help humanity out of kindness, wishing for them to become better? Or had they simply grown tired of playing house?"

Perhaps some gods truly loved the humans on Earth, but from the attitudes of the so-called gods he had encountered, most of them were probably just playing house, exactly as he said.

Come to think of it, this was rather interesting. Gilgamesh's card had originally been frozen at 99.9%, yet it now showed that it was fully unlocked?

In other words, the spacetime he was currently in was the future?

And to the Valkyrie Brunhilde before him, he was a figure from history who had already died, now summoned into this spacetime to save humanity from its crisis.

Then, as long as he did not continue with the next role-playing session and simply remained in this spacetime, he could freely use Gilgamesh's abilities right away.

But that created a problem. He could only use this role, because if he did not move on to the next role, a second card would never be created.

But if he continued with the next role and was not summoned here again, then he could only wait until the millennium of the modern era for the card to unfreeze.

Come to think of it, if he directly continued role-playing, there should be another version of himself in this spacetime, right?

What would happen if the two of them met and came into contact? He had a feeling something terrible would happen.

Hm? As he casually flipped through the books on the desk, the words on one particular page suddenly startled him.

You're wondering what would happen if you met another version of yourself, aren't you? Then let me tell you: we might be forcibly fused into one person. And then a problem arises. If you were forcibly fused into me and remained in the modern era, then I would not carry out certain actions in history. Gilgamesh's story would not be discovered, the other cards would not be activated, and you would not be able to see the activated cards now.

The words vanished right there, as though they had never been written in the book and had merely been an illusion.

It seemed that his future self in this spacetime had deliberately left this message for him by some means.

He closed the book and looked up at the Valkyrie before him.

"So, how do you intend to stop the gods? What do you want from me?"

Surely she did not think he alone could take on all the gods? Then what was the purpose of summoning him?

Then the Valkyrie's face turned solemn, and her lips parted.

"I hope that you, King of Uruk, will participate in Ragnarok."

Ragnarok?

As the Valkyrie explained, an interested expression appeared on his face.

To prevent the gods from casually erasing humanity, the Valkyrie had deliberately provoked them.

She invoked the special clause under Article 62, Item 15 of the Valhalla Constitution—one-on-one duels between gods and humans—and proposed a Gods vs. Humans Ragnarok, also known as the Battle of Ragnarok: thirteen gods against thirteen humans in one-on-one duels.

If humanity won seven victories, it would be allowed to survive until the next Humanity Survival Conference.

"Now that is interesting. If humanity wins, it may survive until the next Humanity Survival Conference. What tremendous mercy. Perhaps I should also hold a Gods' Survival Conference."

Those words were truly arrogant to the extreme, and Brunhilde gave him a meaningful look.

At that moment, the door was suddenly shoved open.

Rather, it had been kicked open, knocking Goll, who had been standing by the door, to the ground and sending her rolling in a rather miserable state.

An arrogant figure strode inside.

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Throwing Out a Pile of Divine Weapons and Turning Him into a Porcupine

After the door was brutally kicked open, an arrogant figure entered Brunhilde's sight.

He was a flamboyantly dressed man with a hip-hop style, who looked like a delinquent and had a pair of wings on his back.

Brunhilde was quite familiar with him. He was trash who frequently came to harass the Valkyries.

"Incubus."

Brunhilde spoke in a low voice.

The Incubus she named was this man's name. His true identity was an Incubus/Succubus, a piece of trash.

"Honestly, the gods are all cruel, cold, and stubborn. Why must you push yourself into such a desperate situation for humanity?"

The Incubus who had entered tossed his hair in a showy gesture, wearing an expression as though he were deeply concerned about Brunhilde.

After saying that, he turned his gaze toward the other figure and looked down on him.

"I think I just heard something about a Gods' Survival Conference. Honestly, Brunhilde, what kind of trash have you chosen?"

His words were exceedingly harsh, and his pretentious air of sorrowful concern made Brunhilde clench her fists, badly wanting to punch Incubus.

She also looked toward King Gilgamesh. He appeared perfectly calm, as though he had not heard Incubus's insult, with a faint smile still on his face.

Was he not angry? It truly seemed as though he was not, as if Incubus were merely a clown unworthy of his attention.

That reaction also made Incubus frown.