Blank Fate Tablet

With black hair, black eyes, dressed in a green Sumerian outfit, and wearing a white veil, Siduri, the high priestess whose gentle demeanor held a hint of intellect, saw Gilgamesh's excitement was at its peak. She reluctantly accepted the wine cup, lifted her veil, and drank with the king.

However, the alcohol in her belly couldn't dispel Siduri's deep worry. She couldn't help but ask Gilgamesh on the throne.

"My King, what is it that brings you such joy?"

The Heroic King smiled mysteriously and tossed the clay tablet he had been playing with for a long time to Siduri.

The high priestess fumbled to catch it, appearing clumsy and startled. Due to the suddenness of the action, she almost dropped it on the ground.

This king always liked to be unpredictable and disregard rules.

Siduri patted her thumping heart, grumbled a little under her breath, and then turned her gaze to the clay tablet in her hands.

However, the high priestess looked puzzled and couldn't help but look up and ask.

"My King, this clay tablet..."

"It's my scribbled notes from when I was half-awake in Uruk on my way back from searching for the immortal herb. It records Uruk's fate."

"Because the contents were interesting, I brought it back with me after I woke up."

The Fate Tablet?!

Siduri's expression instantly changed to one of disbelief. She flipped through the tablet multiple times, even tracing every inch with her fingertips, but her face grew even more bewildered.

After a long moment, the high priestess spoke with difficulty, her expression strange.

"But, my King, this is blank..."

As Siduri held up the tablet, its surface was slightly uneven, but there were no writings. It seemed as if any traces that had been there before had been violently erased.

Gilgamesh downed the wine in his cup, his smile filled with unspoken meaning.

"That's why it's funny!"

The high priestess looked confused, not understanding his meaning.

Gilgamesh leaned against the back of his chair with one hand, propping his chin, and lounged lazily on his throne.

"In the past, the future I saw was like stagnant water, its shape already fixed, rotten and uninteresting within..."

"But now, the river of destiny has deviated from its predetermined course, and anything is possible!"

At this moment, the Heroic King paused for a moment, glanced at the high priestess below, his eyes filled with deep meaning.

"You should be fortunate for this, Siduri..."

"Only a blank slate that has been wiped clean can be written into the most beautiful poem!"

However, Siduri, lacking the wisdom to foresee the future, remained completely clueless.

But seeing King Gilgamesh so happy, the high priestess couldn't help but curve her lips and smile genuinely.

Ever since that beautiful green person had passed away, the king's face had rarely shown such a pure smile.

The rumors of the Immortal Herb being eaten by a snake, and the king's wish for eternal life being shattered, had made Siduri even more worried about Gilgamesh's condition.

However, to her surprise, ever since the king returned from Uruk, his mood had been getting better and better, even taking the interest to drink with her.

Whether it was the Fate Tablet or a future full of infinite possibilities, as long as the king was happy and continued to lead the people with his wisdom, nothing else mattered.

"Hahaha, pleasure! Pleasure! Truly pleasure!"

"If it weren't for the pressure from outside, I would have announced a day off for all of Uruk right here to celebrate freely!"

After drinking heavily, Gilgamesh casually tossed the wine cup into the golden vortex behind him, then sat up straight and summoned the guards who had been waiting outside.

The priests presented several baskets of clay tablets to the Heroic King one by one, and while Gilgamesh reviewed the information, they reported in concise language.

"My King, the sea level in the Persian Gulf to the south has risen sharply, and the water quality of the Two Rivers has become saline..."

"In the fir forest to the northwest, a large number of demonic beasts have broken through the blockade of the Northern High Ground and have formed clusters in Babylon, building nests there..."

"In the eastern city of Uruk, a plague is spreading, with 127 citizens weakening and dying. The observatory suspects issues with the soil and water sources. We are organizing personnel to escort the survivors to safety..."

"The rainforest in the southwest has grown abnormally, rapidly spreading outwards, even segmenting the banks of the Euphrates River into completely different landscapes."

"No one has survived from Eridu, which has fallen into it..."

"Furthermore, according to soldiers' reports, there are scattered demonic beasts appearing on the roads."

"And the shrine maiden's unauthorized summoning of divine spirits has also brought about dire consequences."

"The goddess Ishtar, who possessed a human body, not only failed to protect Uruk but instead caused trouble everywhere, plundering treasures. Some attacked herdsmen suffered heavy losses."

Gilgamesh quickly scanned the cuneiform script on the clay tablets, his sword brows slightly raised.

"Tsk, tsk, the four directions of east, west, north, and south are all a mess..."

"Even the sky, the earth, the forests, and even the oceans have become enemies pressing in on human existence..."

"Things are getting more and more interesting."

Hearing Gilgamesh's untimely exclamation, Siduri let out a soft cough, interrupting the euphoric indulgence of this pleasure-seeker.

"Alright, I've made my annotations on these. Take them and do as I say!"

"Humanity is not that fragile!"

"Whether it's the southern rainforest, the flooding of the Persian Gulf, or even the plague in Uruk, the threats they pose are quite limited."

"The demon beast tide from the Fir Forest is highly mobile and dangerous; dealing with them first is the priority."

"Therefore, immediately mobilize the people and resources from Nippur, Kazaru, Sippar, Kish, and Ur. This King intends to build a fortress on the North Wall to defend against demon beast incursions!"

Gilgamesh meticulously arranged matters, and the tense atmosphere in the hall gradually eased.

As the Heroic King voiced his final decision, a ripple of amusement flashed through his eyes, as if he had thought of something intriguing. He then slowly spoke.

"Its name shall be—Absolute Demonic Beast Front, Babylonia!"

As the priests dispersed after receiving their orders, their hearts heavy, Siduri hesitated for a moment. Holding a clay tablet, she stepped forward and whispered with concern.

"My King, when the Shrine Maidens performed the descent ritual, they received a revelation."

"It seems three goddesses are forming an alliance, stirring up disaster, hunting humanity, aiming to destroy this era, and intending to become the eternal rulers of this land..."

Gilgamesh took the clay tablet and lazily examined the inscription, showing little surprise.

"I thought they'd have made some progress after such an incident, but it's still the same old story?"

Siduri's expression shifted, clearly understanding the hidden meaning.

"My King, do you know the true identities and intentions of the Three Goddesses?"

Gilgamesh looked up, pondered, and casually shattered the High Priest's fantasy.

"Perhaps I knew before..."

"But now, the Hole of Heaven is sealed, and the human distortion of Babylonia no longer exists. Those meddlers from Chaldea will likely be absent."

"Tsk, everything has changed. No one can see the future clearly amidst the turmoil..."

"Not even me..."

Siduri's face dimmed, her expression filled with disappointment and unease.

Without the wise king's clairvoyant guidance and foresight, she lacked confidence in their ability to defend Uruk.

Yet, from the darkness, the Heroic King's lips curved into a cold sneer.

Is fate being clear in one's eyes a gift from the heavens?

Foolish!

If the outcome is fixed, it means no matter how much one struggles, nothing can change.

The more one sees, the tighter the chains become, until the puppet trapped within is strangled.

For instance, a certain king in the future, who claims infinite wisdom, can see through all the joys and sorrows of the world, is theoretically capable of solving everything, yet does nothing—is a prime example.

I am not like that pathetic wretch!

This time, I will write the answer myself in the blank Fate Tablet!

A true answer, my answer!

Unseen, Gilgamesh clenched his fists behind his back, his gaze like a torch, cast towards the vast void.