"This dog refuses to obediently manage the livestock in its pen. How do you think the gods should deal with it?"
His smile grew gentler. "Do you think the gods will forge another weapon to lash this disobedient dog with, put a chain around its neck, and make it completely obedient?"
He spoke softly, without the slightest trace of harsh abuse.
Nor did he make any threat of violence.
But,
Everyone watching was left more terrified than the last—
[That's savage, attacking the heart! He's being cursed so badly! Is this really the King of Heroes' Black History for me to watch?]
[Look, that person looks just like a dog!]
[Fuck, the King of Heroes hates the gods most of all, yet now he's being compared to a dog belonging to the gods!]
[As expected of you. You've easily done what none of us could ever do!]
[Good lord, he really exposed the King of Heroes' Black History and publicly executed him!]
"Alright, there's no way Nameless is getting treated as the King of Heroes' Dear Friend or teacher after this!"
Mordred crossed her legs, looking immensely pleased with herself.
Given the King of Heroes' arrogance, not even the gods could make him bow his head.
And now Nameless had compared him to a god's lackey. That was sure to enrage him.
Mordred could practically see a bright future waving to her.
She had won the bet!
"But why do I feel like the King of Heroes will like Nameless even more?"
Gawain stood beside the window, bathed in golden sunlight, and asked with some confusion.
"Hahaha, you Potato Spirit! Do you really think the King of Heroes is a masochist who enjoys being insulted?"
Mordred burst out laughing.
That was a king arrogant to the extreme. How could he possibly tolerate being cursed to his face like that?
Gawain merely smiled without answering.
I, Gawain, am invincible beneath the sun!
When dealing with a compulsive gambler like Little Mordred, who refuses to stop until she has lost everything, the best part comes next.
Under everyone's watchful eyes,
Gilgamesh grew increasingly furious, yet never made a move against Nameless.
"You mongrel. Are you trying to prove your worth this way, hoping to make this king look at you in a better light?"
He suddenly burst out laughing and said with supreme arrogance, "Come. Kneel before this king and become my most loyal subject!"
"But I refuse!"
The other man gave a calm snort and threw his words right back at him. "I, Nameless, simply love telling self-important people like you no! You're nothing but a dog raised by the gods. What makes you think I'll submit to you?"
"If you don't want to be my subject, are you hoping to sit as my equal and become my friend?"
Gilgamesh paused for a moment before laughing with exceptional abandon. "What a joke. No one is qualified to be this king's friend. You're nowhere near good enough!"
"Spare me the nonsense. I could never become your friend either. I merely descended into your era to protect Human History."
Faced with the King of Heroes' unrestrained mockery, Nameless snorted irritably. "Protecting you has nothing to do with you!"
The two had been at each other's throats from the moment they met, leaving countless viewers cheering with delight.
There was nothing they could do.
The King of Heroes had always stood high above everyone else. Ordinary people were not even qualified to see him.
Much less speak to him like this.
Most importantly, calling the King of Heroes a "mongrel" and a "dog raised by the gods" had not sent him into a rage!
"Mon... You arrogant bastard, tell me, how can the famine be solved?"
Gilgamesh asked with complete seriousness.
"You want to know?"
Nameless smiled with great delight. "Beg me."
His smile was exceptionally punchable.
He was even more forceful, and even more delighted, than the King of Heroes.
He was utterly different from the image of the Nameless Heroic Spirit who had silently protected historical figures before.
"Mon... Bastard! Do you really think I don't dare kill you?"
Gilgamesh barely managed to suppress his endless fury.
The violent power surging through his body was almost impossible to restrain.
This man had actually provoked him again and again!
At the same time,
The many higher-ups of Uruk watching the video could no longer contain their righteous fury.
A mere Nameless had dared to wildly insult their greatest and most illustrious king!
It was completely intolerable!
One after another, they angrily shouted—
"This video is clearly maliciously insulting the king!"
"We must condemn the so-called Uploader Alaya and demand an explanation!"
"Our king is so wise and magnificent. How could he possibly allow a mere Nameless to insult him to his face?"
The entire hall erupted into frenzied discussion.
Everyone began wildly condemning [Nameless] and the Uploader [Alaya] who had posted the video.
Gilgamesh sat upon his throne, his expression originally relaxed and pleased.
But as he continued watching, his expression gradually became more and more peculiar.
The pleased smile on his face vanished!
He had clearly gathered all the higher-ups so that his subjects could admire the supreme majesty of the King of Heroes.
He had even notified everyone across the nation to watch this exposé video at the same time.
But now, something seemed a little off...
In the video,
Nameless, who had been relentlessly humiliating the King of Heroes, was finally preparing to do something serious.
He held a stalk of wheat in his right hand and a weed in his left.
"Wheat is Uruk's staple food, but its vitality is very weak. The weeds growing beside it, however, possess an excessively vigorous vitality."
Nameless placed the wheat and weed together. "So, crossbreed the wheat and the weed to cultivate Hybrid Wheat with both vigorous vitality and a high yield."
"Hybrid Wheat?"
Gilgamesh was slightly stunned. "Wheat can be crossbred with weeds?"
This outrageous man was always coming up with new things for him.
The other man glanced sideways at him. "The gods can even have children with humans."
"Mon... Bastard! I haven't killed you only because crushing a filthy insect would soil my hands. You should be thanking me for my magnanimity!"
Gilgamesh had been repeatedly enraged by this bastard, yet strangely found himself less and less inclined to strike.
This caused his mood to become inexplicably pleasant.
It felt as though he had escaped a fatal loneliness and found someone with whom he could speak without restraint—someone who shared his foul temperament!
"Tch. You can't even tell the truth around here. So this is what being a king is like."
Nameless grew even more disdainful. Under the glare of his vermilion eyes, he continued calmly, "Hybrid Wheat will increase yields by three to five times."
"That much?!"
Gilgamesh instantly forgot his anger.
Simply crossbreeding it with weeds found everywhere could increase the yield several times over.
With such a high yield, would his subjects still need to pray to the gods?
"Not only that, I also have something Gawain the Potato Spirit likes best—potatoes!"
Nameless took out a round object with yellow skin, covered in sprouts.
He pointed at the small sprouts and said, "See these? Every single sprout can be cut off. After waiting just over two months, each one will grow several fruits this size—enough to fill people's stomachs!"
"Potatoes... Hybrid Wheat..."
Gilgamesh suddenly felt that this man was not boasting at all.
These two treasures were enough to feed his subjects. There was no need to pray to that disgusting bunch of gods!
Was this what he meant by Man can conquer nature?
What an interesting man. It seemed he would have to reward him properly!
The spectators watching the video could not help bursting into laughter at this sight—
[666, you managed to show off again!]
[In an ancient era thousands of years ago, these two things would be genuine weapons of mass destruction!]
[The chuuni King of Heroes is a tyrant, but he isn't an idiot. He definitely knows what these two things are worth. Could he be about to become Dear Friends with Nameless?]
[Hahaha, this is exactly the kind of toxic friendship I have with the grandsons and sons in my dorm!]
Next,
As Nameless and the King of Heroes bickered back and forth, time flew by.
The Hybrid Wheat and potatoes soon reached harvest season. The famine was easily resolved, and there was no need to pray to the gods at all!
The veiled high priestess Siduri came over to report, "My king, the goddess has descended!"
"That Trash Goddess is coming?"
The vermilion eyes of Gilgamesh suddenly turned icy cold.
Just as Nameless had said, in the eyes of the gods, humans were merely a herd of livestock, and he was simply the dog used to manage that livestock.
Ishtar, the goddess who governed beauty, harvest, and battle, was the favorite of all the gods.
She was an arrogant and domineering goddess, utterly unrestrained in everything she did.
She had toyed with him again and again, previously attempting to treat him like a toy and place him inside her treasury.
It had absolutely nothing to do with the courtship sung of by mortals!
Gilgamesh looked toward the red-cloaked figure beside him. "Nameless, let me see how you deal with the gods!"
"You're scared of her, yet you want me to take the blame?"
Nameless retorted without the slightest courtesy.
"Hahaha! I simply can't be bothered dealing with that bastard of a goddess. You're just as much of a bastard, so you can handle that Trash Goddess!"
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