The Strong Should Fuck the Strong!

How to dismantle the Triple Goddess Alliance and secure the greatest benefit for Tiamat, the goddess behind me?

Samael tilted his head back, closed his eyes in thought, his carving knife rhythmically tapping on the clay tablet.

After an unknown amount of time, his serpentine pupils slowly opened, revealing a faint glow in the darkness. He wrote down keywords from his organized thoughts next to different god names and factions.

Unity, Bribery, Division, Co-option, Attack…

First, "Unity" naturally refers to the human side.

My siding with Uruk is already a given. If the Sumerian civilization can be guaranteed to continue, then Tiamat, who played a significant positive role in this battle, might have her image reshaped and be accepted by this land, thus opening up the possibility of her return.

But the prerequisite is to gain the acknowledgment of that proud king.

This concerns the future of all of Uruk, and even the Mesopotamian world. Gilgamesh will not easily trust others.

Secondly, "Bribery" clearly targets the weakness of a certain money-loving goddess, recruiting her into the human camp.

She is a force not belonging to the Triple Goddess Alliance. It's like using a carrot to lure a donkey; forking over some Babylonian jewels can entice a bodyguard. Why not?

Of course, the key point is to spend Gilgamesh's money.

Next, "Division" falls upon the Feathered Serpent God, Quetzalcoatl.

This deity invented books, established laws, opposed live sacrifices, and brought corn to humanity. She is also the guardian deity of priests.

Although she left her homeland due to changes in the Mayan world, she is fundamentally a benevolent god.

The Feathered Serpent God has always held great affection for humans, creatures who have replaced gods on the surface.

Moreover, this game of divine rights, which involves ravaging the weak and occupying land, does not align with her violent aesthetic.

The strong should fight the strong!

Choosing an opponent who is evenly matched, or even superior, and engaging in a full-contact battle! This is what Quetzalcoatl defines as a "divine battle."

Therefore, instigating conflict and sowing discord is undoubtedly an effective strategy.

Hmm, this is something he is familiar with.

The ancient serpent's mouth curved, revealing a sinister arc.

Then, "Co-option" is a strategy aimed at my master, Ereshkigal.

She has always been a pessimist, which is why she followed the prophecy of the "Fate Tablet" and chose to destroy Uruk and ravage Mesopotamia according to "destiny."

However, this tsundere goddess did not blindly follow the answer of the "Fate Tablet." She also played a little trick.

That is, the destruction is only of the physical body. She wants to gather the souls of these humans and find opportunities for them to live in the new era.

But unfortunately, in the world of Mesopotamia, death is eternal.

To grant rebirth to many Sumerians in the new era from the side of "death," even as the God of the Underworld, this is an almost impossible feat.

Moreover, is this path too absurd: to first surrender and confess, then wait for Mesopotamia to be cleansed, and then let the souls of humans grovel before those high and mighty punishers to gain the qualification to continue civilization?

If humanity takes a step back now, it is equivalent to abandoning the right to choose to resist fate.

Therefore, as long as the matter is explained clearly, Ereshkigal's pessimistic philosophy is changed, and this benevolent God of Death returns the right of choice to humanity itself.

Then, the God of the Underworld, who deeply loves this land, will naturally stand on the side of humanity.

However, to persuade a tsundere, one must go along with her.

Without a suitable opportunity, reasoning and arguing with her can easily corner this God of the Underworld, causing her to explode and bite.

Finally, the word "Attack" targets the monstrous beast goddess Gorgon, who harbors deep resentment towards humanity.

Unlike the other three goddesses, her hands are already stained with human blood, and the conflict between them is irreconcilable.

Her crazy and pathological revenge is to kill all humans, end Sumerian civilization, and destroy herself!

A monster that can even kill itself in its madness can only be reasoned with through fists.

But even as enemies, strategy must be employed.

If the monstrous beast goddess Gorgon is extreme resentment and beastiality, then according to Samael's past memories, Anna, who appeared in the cedar forest, is her pure self cast out.

Therefore, that goddess's young form is Gorgon's bane.

Just as the ancient serpent was lost in thought, a creaking sound came from next door.

A petite figure, hidden in the quiet night, stealthily tiptoed back from the corridor.

Anna sensed the faint gaze and looked up warily, almost bumping into Samael by the window.

The little girl was startled, immediately straightened her back, put her hands behind her back, and stammered a greeting.

"You... you're not asleep yet?"

"Aren't you either?"

Samael pursed his lips and retorted, a hint of a smile brewing in his eyes.

"I'm sober, and I can't sleep..."

As the little girl spoke, her eyes darted, and her words had obvious pauses, with emotional fluctuations. These were clear signs of lying.

"Because you got drunk, you didn't eat enough?"

"Woke up hungry again in the middle of the night, so you snuck into the kitchen for snacks?"

Samael saw through the little girl's nocturnal wandering, his expression laced with amusement.

Anna's delicate face flushed, and after a moment of internal struggle, she dared to lift her head to meet Samael's gaze, replying.

"I saw the clay tablet you hung in the kitchen..."

"The butter cake you kept warm in the stove's embers, it still tasted great. Thank you..."

As someone whose homeland was a source of fear and hatred, she never imagined she would receive so much kindness in this new world.

Yet, even so, her other half had become a source of pain and disaster for this world.

The maiden looked up at the destruction left behind from the drunken rampage during dinner, chasing Merlin, her emotions growing heavy as she murmured softly.

"I'm sorry about the banquet..."

"You don't have to accommodate me, because I always bring disaster and trouble..."

Samael placed a hand firmly on Anna's slender shoulder, meeting her eyes, and spoke with solemnity.

"What nonsense are you spouting! You saved me twice!"

"If you're trouble, then what about Ishtar who's out there robbing shepherds? Or the city-state guardian god who abandoned us?"

"Besides, this banquet was prepared especially for you! There's no such thing as accommodating or not accommodating!"

"As long as little Anna likes it, it means I can do something for you. This is the honor of the redeemed."

"If it weren't for that guy messing things up, we could have tried other desserts."

"He ruined this whole wonderful banquet!"

"It's all Merlin's fault!"

As the ancient serpent's persuasion continued, Anna's low spirits gradually lifted. The final touch of blame shifted the little girl's attention, stirring her sense of shared indignation.

The purple-haired maiden clenched her small face with a look of bitter hatred, shaking her tiny fists and joining the chorus of complaints.

"Right! It's all Merlin's fault!"

"If he dares to cause trouble again next time..."

"We'll smash his dog head!"

"We'll smash his dog head!"

"May Merlin die!"

"May Merlin die!"

The two figures, one large and one small, roared their frustrations into the deep night.

The sense of security and joy of having each other's backs, united against a common enemy, gradually drew them closer, making the atmosphere even more harmonious.

As they parted ways, Samael watched the little girl return to her room, while two barley cakes appeared in his hand.

Anna had sneakily gone to his doorstep just to give them to him.

They were her only and most cherished gifts of kindness so far.

Creak...

The ancient serpent leaned against the window, placed the barley cakes into his mouth, chewed a small bite, and closed his eyes, savoring the wheat fragrance that bloomed on his taste buds.

A long while later, Samael, returning from the lingering aftertaste, lowered his carving knife onto the clay tablet.

"Anna is Anna..."

"Gorgon is Gorgon..."

"Good and evil are already divided, and sin and punishment must be targeted accordingly..."