But that "sweet burden" was surely not something ordinary people could bear.
"But since you chose to become a poet who rewrites myths, you must have long been prepared to bear such a fate, right?"
Gilgamesh said, stroking his chin.
"Hm?"
Chen Li tilted his head.
"Aaaaaaaa—" A clear, pleasant voice echoed throughout the entire world.
Standing at the palace entrance, Chen Li looked into the distance.
Accompanying Tiamat's distinctive voice were surging waves rushing toward Uruk.
Yet it was not the black Sea of Life that forcibly reshaped everything, but a milky-white ocean.
In an instant, it flooded the entire city of Uruk, yet caused no damage to any buildings, like an illusory mirage.
"Why did she come back so quickly?"
Chen Li found it rather strange.
He said this because after Chen Li rewrote history, Tiamat, who had originally landed from the Imaginary Sea, vanished into thin air.
—She had returned to the Imaginary Sea.
Chen Li had thought she would only be able to land in the Seventh Singularity again after he left, which was why he planned to return and see Gilgamesh once more.
But this time, her efficiency exceeded Chen Li's expectations.
The enormous milky-white waves seemed to have appeared from nowhere, yet Chen Li was not surprised, because this was the Sea of Life, capable of manifesting anywhere that possessed life and souls.
It was not merely an Authority, but a phenomenon.
Her two-digit Divinity had fully taken effect on Tiamat, allowing her strength to grow substantially.
Her increase in power surpassed that of the Holy Grail that can grant all wishes by dozens of times!
In theory, it could raise Tiamat's strength to three digits, but the Type-Moon World's limits restricted her.
And compared to the increase in power, what Chen Li gave