Human Wickedness Manifests

What the--! There's a huge problem here!

Lin Xian's serpentine pupils flickered with a dim light. Even the movements coordinating with his owner to create the gun cages weren't as smooth as before.

In the divine age of ancient Babylonia, this infamous Heroic King was capable of tearing True Gods apart with his bare hands.

It could be said that the number of demonic beasts and gods who died by his hand far exceeded what Lin Xian had ever seen. Even the gods were helpless against him.

This monster, standing at the apex of the food chain, would absolutely remain vigilant even while slumbering in the wilderness. Otherwise, he would have died countless times on his journey to find the Immortal Herb!

But the result was that a snake, which could be crushed with a mere flick of a finger, managed to easily approach Gilgamesh and snatch away the Immortal Herb that could grant him eternal life?

Something's not right, something's not right!

Before, during his life-or-death struggle, Lin Xian had no time to consider anything else. Now, calming himself down and thinking carefully, he realized the entire incident was shrouded in profound strangeness.

Furthermore, there were two other points of doubt.

First, this spirit herb could bestow immortality and primarily focused on the regeneration of the physical body.

Then why, during its shedding process, did the soul of this Primordial Serpent completely disintegrate?

Second, where did a mere snake, which couldn't even be considered a demonic beast, get the audacity to snatch food from the mouth of the pervert Gilgamesh?

Moreover, according to the records in The Epic of Gilgamesh, the Heroic King took no retaliatory action afterward, and the snake vanished without a trace.

In the climate of "an eye for an eye" revenge in ancient Babylonia, Gilgamesh's reaction was far too mild, wasn't it?

The victim remained calm and silent...

The "culprit," who took an immense risk, had their soul disintegrate and disappeared...

A word gradually surfaced in Lin Xian's mind—

"Scapegoat"?

This way, all the previous doubts could be perfectly explained.

The reason the snake could approach the sleeping Gilgamesh was that at least one being of equal standing had obscured the Heroic King's senses.

Subsequently, the "culprit," driven by some power, stole the Immortal Spirit Medicine from the Heroic King.

Finally, the snake's soul disintegrated during its shedding process.

This was equivalent to dying without witnesses, and by all appearances, it looked like the mastermind behind the scenes had silenced them!

Perhaps, for this very reason, the awakened King Gilgamesh didn't fly into a rage and try to kill him, this scapegoat snake.

Because this wise ruler, who had entered his middle age, had long understood that the one who destroyed his chance at rebirth was someone else entirely.

Lin Xian narrowed his eyes, his thoughts racing.

Who would go to such lengths to prevent Gilgamesh from achieving eternal life?

Those with the motive and the capability seemed to be...

Suddenly, the ancient snake's head and neck retracted. Cold sweat poured down its body.

It seemed he had stumbled into something incredibly significant.

If his thoughts were correct, then according to the mastermind's plan, he, the scapegoat snake, should have already had his soul disintegrate and vanished.

But now, Lin Xian had seized the opportunity and become the new master of this physical form.

Therefore, once he returned to the surface, if he revealed his abnormality, the consequence would likely be merciless elimination!

After being thrown into the desolate Underworld, he could roam freely within this domain thanks to the protection of the goddess Ereshkigal.

This false sense of security had made him overlook the dangers lurking in the darkness.

At this moment, Lin Xian, having regained his sense of crisis, was filled with regret and frustration.

Damn it! I'm clearly innocent! Why have so many burdens been inexplicably placed on my head?

Never mind, I was destined to stand with the Origin Mother Goddess Tiamat and help her return. It was inevitable that I would be targeted by those high and mighty gazes in the future.

Carrying one burden or carrying a pile of burdens—it's all the same.

As the saying goes, you worry less with more debts, and you itch less with more lice. He accepted it.

With things having come to this point, Lin Xian could only self-hypnotize and try to find joy in his misery.

As the ancient snake was lost in thought, his owner, who was supervising the work, picked up the dark red gun blank and tapped it on the pet's head, placing one hand on his hip and humming.

"It'll be dark soon, don't be lazy, get back to work!"

Lin Xian flicked his tail, rubbing against his head where he had been hit. He looked back at the thousands of empty gun cages around him, feeling a bit perplexed.

Driven by curiosity, the ancient snake began working, and during his free moments, he found a piece of broken board and drew Cuneiform Marks on it.

"Lady Ereshkigal, I clearly saw many empty slots for the gun cages, why are you working so hard?"

At this moment, the goddess, who was using her fingers to solidify a gun cage, slightly paused her movements. After a moment of hesitation and completing the activation of the inscription, she lowered her head and murmured softly.

"Soon, these won't be enough..."

"I have to prepare in advance..."

Lin Xian's heart leaped, and a dim light flickered within his vertical pupils.

This means... Ereshkigal already knew the kingdoms of the surface were about to suffer a catastrophe.

When would a massive number of souls flood into the Underworld?

"The god of great winds, Enlil, unleashed a flood to scour the world; the monstrous Humbaba brought blight that caused crop failure; the Bull of Heaven, Gurra, brought beastly disasters and drought..."

"Humans are always so plagued by disaster..."

"The gods..."

Ereshkigal stood on the banks of the River Styx, biting her lower lip, sighing softly as if sensing something. Her voice grew quieter and quieter, as if holding back.

In the end, even the snake coiled around its owner's neck, peeking out, couldn't discern the specific words.

"You... like humans? Are you worried about them?"

Lin Xian rolled up the writing board and brought it before Ereshkigal's eyes.

"Not at all! Humans were merely created as tools to serve and please us. The gods don't care about the feelings of their tools!"

Ereshkigal's face flushed with embarrassment, and she quickly tightened her expression, denying it vehemently, her chin, smooth as jade, lifting proudly.

Hmph, what a disingenuous woman.

Lin Xian flicked his tongue, a hint of amusement flickering in his vertical pupils.

However, after a brief moment of teasing, the ancient serpent's brow furrowed.

According to the history fixed in his memory, in the not-too-distant future, someone named the Demon God King Goetia would come to cause trouble.

He would traverse the Sea of Imaginary Numbers and insert a high-purity magical energy block, called the "Holy Grail," into the World Bubble before him.

Afterward, the awakened Mother Tiamat would return, destroying ancient Babylon, the era of origin that forged human civilization, thereby eradicating the existence of Human Order from its roots and restarting Earth.

But what made Lin Xian suspicious was that although the Demon God King Goetia was powerful, the connection between gods and humans in this era had not yet been completely severed.

Yet, right up to the final moment, neither the Sky God Anu, the Earth God Ea, nor the god of great winds Enlil, nor even the King of Kings Marduk, who had defeated Tiamat, had ever made an appearance.

Coupled with Ereshkigal's earlier musings, it seemed certain powers were deliberately pushing the formation of these grave crises.

What were the ultimate goals of all the chess players behind this? And what were their respective roles? Lin Xian had no way of knowing.

However, what he could be sure of was that he absolutely would not let the Mother Tiamat plunge headfirst into this murky water without explanation.

Because this Origin Goddess, unable to control her own power, would only act on instinct, ultimately becoming a tool used by those behind the scenes.

What's more, Lin Xian could clearly feel that the goddess abandoned by the world still deeply loved this land, loved the life she had nurtured.

He himself, having received so much grace from her, was the best proof!

Just as Lin Xian was lost in thought, a strange pulsation descended from the sky, piercing straight to the heart of the earth. Immediately, the dark mountains in the distance of the Underworld rumbled, and rings of golden ripples exploded outwards.

"Where is that place?"

Lin Xian scribbled his question, his expression tense and anxious.

Ereshkigal's voice was dry, a heavy shadow falling upon her face.

"It is the tomb where Gilgamesh buried his dearest friend. Within it is sealed..."

"The Chains of Heaven—Enkidu!"

In an instant, a silver-white chain, its tip a sharp arrow-like spearhead, tore through layers of deathly mist and shot towards the surface.

That dazzling Golden Pillar of Light carved an invisible hole between heaven and earth.

At the same time, Lin Xian's mind buzzed. The anchor line, tightly bound to the Goddess Tiamat at one end and rooted in his soul at the other, suddenly tightened.

As the ancient serpent looked up, its intricately patterned vertical pupils crossed countless obstructions, faintly glimpsing a scene that sent shivers down his spine.

The majestic figure rising from the Sea of Imaginary Numbers, as if responding to some summons, was grinding its way towards the patterned hole in the World Wall, a surging Black Tide sweeping over everything!

This is bad!

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