The Reason for the Historical Discrepancy-A Summoning Is About to Begin... / This King Also Wants to Cast a Vote for Humanity's Destruction

Though he was already a dying candle in the wind, about to be reduced to ashes, he still dared to glare at him?!!!

"Hehehe, you can try. When the time comes, this king will reclaim it a hundred millionfold."

The King of Uruk rose to his feet and said with a light laugh.

Though his voice was not loud, it seemed to resound throughout heaven and earth, filled with an aura capable of overturning the world.

At that moment, even the rolling dark clouds seemed to be cowed into stillness by that presence.

Anyone could see that this was a man of exceptionally firm will. Even if his people were brutally slaughtered right before his eyes, he would never compromise or beg for mercy.

He would only stare deeply with those ruby eyes, like baleful stars that could illuminate the night. Then, if given the chance, he would do exactly as he said and reclaim it a hundred millionfold.

His words and bearing caused Main God Marduk to frown. Did that mean the King of Uruk could still be resurrected?

Impossible. He could clearly sense that the King of Uruk's soul was burning away, becoming dust in the universe.

It was a cosmic truth that even gods could not defy. He did not believe that Gilgamesh, a mere human, could return from the dead.

'Entering the next character. Countdown: 5...'

Upon receiving that system message, the King of Uruk—Gilgamesh, or rather Bai Yue—sat back down upon his throne.

He also checked the progress. It was still stuck at 99.9%. So had he failed?

That was not the case. The final 0.1% required waiting until after the modern millennium to determine whether his deeds had been passed down and had become legends of sufficient renown. Only then would the progress bar be complete.

If his deeds were erased during that period, would that mean failure?

Not necessarily. If he could continue acting through time, he would have plenty of room to influence things—he could spread the fragmented history anew as though it were legend.

Hey, don't let the countdown get stuck at one, either. His soul really was about to burn out.

The next second, the countdown reached zero, and he felt as though something had pulled him away. It was the same sensation as when he had died before.

What would the next character setting be? He would look forward to it.

He had a feeling that something interesting was about to find him as well.

The reason for the historical discrepancies—summoning would begin...

The figure on the throne atop the Altar vanished, becoming dust in the universe.

Then the throne also turned to dust and vanished. The Altar followed suit, dissolving the moment a breeze passed over it.

Had King Gilgamesh's life as a human ended just like that?

"Wait, that's not right."

"Ah? What isn't right, Sister Brunhilde?"

"According to the history everyone knows, Gilgamesh died of old age. Now that he died here, the later history should differ greatly."

As Brunhilde spoke while rubbing her chin, she fast-forwarded the image.

What was going on?

As the scene sped forward, Brunhilde was slightly taken aback. So that was what had happened.

Babylonian mythology had created a human named Enkidu. First, they fabricated the story that he had been Gilgamesh's close friend. Then he replaced Gilgamesh in ruling Uruk and gradually altered the true history.

Then why had the gods not simply altered humanity's memories directly?

The reason was that changing the memories of such a vast number of people would severely interfere with human history, allowing gods from other pantheons who came to observe humanity's progress to notice something amiss.

Moreover, based on the original observations, Gilgamesh had greatly influenced Uruk and the surrounding city-states. Humans in the territories of other pantheons had also heard of such a king.

If he had suddenly died like that, would that not have seemed suspicious as well?

Thus, the Babylonian Pantheon created Enkidu to replace Gilgamesh, installing him after Gilgamesh vanished under Divine Punishment.

To the people of Uruk, Gilgamesh had merely received Divine Punishment to a certain extent. He had not died.

Then, when other pantheons came to visit several decades later, the godslaying incident had already become a fallacy under Enkidu's rule. Through subtle ideological suggestion, people had nearly ceased to believe such a thing had ever happened.

Thus, the other pantheons never learned that one of the Babylonian Pantheon's Main Gods had been killed in the Earthly World by a human.

It was a humiliation that had utterly disgraced them. Naturally, they did not want other pantheons to know, or they would be mocked so badly they could never hold their heads high again.

Afterward, once the substitute Enkidu had completed his task, the gods welcomed him into the Heavenly Realm, where he became a so-called demigod.

So this fake Gilgamesh was probably kept within the Babylonian Pantheon's territory all along because she had never seen him in the Heavenly Realm.

They were afraid that if he had too much contact with gods from other pantheons, someone would notice something was wrong.

"So how exactly did King Gilgamesh manage to kill Anu, the Sky God?"

Rubbing her temples, Brunhilde muttered in frustration.

Even after traveling through time, the Babylonian Pantheon had failed to discover anything unusual.

In truth, if other gods had been beside the Sky God at the time and had touched Gilgamesh's Chains of Heaven and spear immediately, they would have discovered the issue.

However, after they had been one step too late, the effect of the one-use Noble Phantasm had already passed, and they had become ordinary weapons.

Even when touched through time travel, they were merely ordinary weapons.

"How did he do it?"

Brunhilde bit her thumb unwillingly. If only she knew the method of slaying gods.

And to learn that, she would have to ask Gilgamesh himself.

Unfortunately, Gilgamesh himself had already become dust in the universe. He could not be summoned at all.

Even if they returned to the era when Gilgamesh was still alive, they could not speak with him. The real Gilgamesh was already dead, and what existed there was merely a historical image.

"No!"

Something was wrong!

Brunhilde felt as if she had overlooked something—something extremely important.

"Sister Brunhilde, are you planning to return to the past again? Even if we managed to speak with King Gilgamesh, that is already established history to us. No matter how we interfere, the power of the world will only force it back onto its proper track. Besides, King Gilgamesh is far too sensitive. He could actually detect us watching him across time and space. When we appear before him, he might simply kill us without a word, so—"

At that point, Goll jumped in fright. Brunhilde had suddenly lunged forward and grabbed both her shoulders.

"What did you just say, Goll?!!!"

"Ah? Um, that Gilgamesh might attack us."

"Not that. What did you say before that?"

Brunhilde felt as though she was about to grasp what was wrong, and the answer lay within Goll's previous words.

"Ah? Before that? I said that King Gilgamesh was far too sensitive and could detect us watching him across time and space."

Goll shrank back. Sister Brunhilde in front of her looked terrifying, and her grip on Goll's shoulders was so tight that it hurt a little.

"That's right, that's right. That part—he could detect us watching him across time and space. Hehehe!!!"

She finally understood what was wrong, and Brunhilde laughed with delight.

Those gods had not noticed that anomaly. Should she say they were too arrogant, too careless, too negligent, or simply too stupid?

"What is it, Sister Brunhilde?"

Seeing her sister smile so strangely, Goll could not help worrying.

Had the pressure of resisting the gods become too much for her sister? Had something gone wrong with her mind?

"Mm, very good, Goll. You helped me discover something fortunate."

"Ah? Something fortunate?"

Goll tilted her head, her face full of confusion.

"That is—!"

As she said this, Brunhilde's eyes seemed to shine.

"What is it?"

"King Gilgamesh did not truly and completely become dust in the universe."

"Ah? Become dust in the universe? Goll doesn't understand."

"It means the same situation as Anu, the Sky God—after death, every method of resurrection becomes ineffective."

Her youngest sister clearly had not realized just how powerful that Divine Punishment had been. It could erase a person completely.

Goll had still naively believed that they could warn Gilgamesh or summon him.

Well, now that Brunhilde had discovered what was wrong, it seemed they might indeed still be able to summon him.

So what exactly was wrong? Gilgamesh had been able to detect them watching him across time and space.

Logically speaking, after Gilgamesh received Divine Punishment, he should have completely become dust in the universe. Therefore, the Gilgamesh in the past image they watched should have been nothing more than a pure image.

And if it were merely a pure image, it could not possibly detect them watching him.

Since he could detect them, it proved one thing: Gilgamesh had not completely become dust in the universe.

His body had already been destroyed and turned into cosmic dust, but his soul absolutely still existed somewhere in this universe. His soul had not become ashes.

"Hehehe!"

As long as his soul still existed, he could be summoned.

She checked the time as well. She had not expected choosing the first person to take so long.

If each person took this much time before Ragnarok began, they would probably only be able to find another two or three before they had to start.

But for now, she would first see whether Gilgamesh could be summoned.

Then, let it begin!

This king also wishes to vote for humanity's destruction

With her fists clenched against her chest, Goll watched Sister Brunhilde nervously.

Having opened the Summoning System, Brunhilde prepared to summon the first of the thirteen people who would fight the gods.

The first person had been decided: the king of Sumer's Early Dynastic Period, the King of Uruk—Gilgamesh.

He was the human who had shown irreverence toward the gods by killing and cooking the Bull of Heaven. He was also the human who had slain Lord Anu, the Sky God of the Babylonian Pantheon.

This was a man who slew gods with effortless indifference and without wasting words. Goll was terribly afraid that the instant he was summoned, he would rise up and kill them because they too belonged to the divine system.

To prevent humanity's end, Sister Brunhilde was risking her life to summon King Gilgamesh.

Brunhilde, who was likewise worried that Gilgamesh might suddenly attack, instructed Goll to stand by the door.

If anything abnormal happened, she was to leave the room immediately.

Anyone suddenly summoned here could not leave the room without special permission.

"Phew~~~!"

Standing before the Summoning System, Brunhilde took a slight breath and exhaled.

Based on every sign, Gilgamesh was a vehement god-hater, so Goll's concerns might truly become reality.

Good. The spacetime coordinates had been adjusted. As she watched the Image Panel appear before her, Brunhilde extended her hand with all five fingers spread.

Confirm summoning!

At that moment, the Image Panel began to glow. Yet once the radiance reached a certain limit, an aura of kingship that made one instinctively want to submit filled the entire room.

Under that pressure, Brunhilde could not help tensing up and taking several steps back.

She stared fixedly ahead, needing to watch out for Chains of Heaven suddenly being thrown at her. She had to be careful not to get bound.

After all, those were chains capable of restraining even a Main God. She was merely a Valkyrie, a demigod. She did not think she could resist once caught.

The next second, light flashed explosively, and a figure appeared before her.

A blond, red-eyed young man wore a somewhat languid expression, yet he also gave off an air of extreme arrogance.

After being briefly stunned by the sudden change in his surroundings, he examined the place with interest.

When his gaze fell upon her, Brunhilde became even more tense.

Those crimson eyes, like baleful stars that could illuminate the night sky, seemed to release killing intent with tangible weight.