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And amid this whole nation's celebration, someone seemed to be missing from the crowd.

At that moment, inside the royal palace of Uruk.

Their Wise King Gilgamesh—Gilgamesh, humanity's oldest workaholic—was reviewing stone tablets at an astonishing speed.

Only his brows were knitting tighter and tighter, and the fingers gripping his stylus had turned faintly white from the force.

The contents recorded on them were all over the place: unexplained theft from the eastern granary, with the suspect pointing to a certain golden figure who claimed to be "searching for amusement"; an application to repair the northern wall, the reason for damage being "collateral damage from the king sparring with his dearest friend"; and even several wildly worded "noise complaints," aimed straight at the huge commotion that had often come from the palace at night during the previous king's era...

"Hmph..." The Wise King let out a suppressed cold snort. Nine times out of ten, these old accounts all had something to do with himself... no, with that willful, reckless "Golden Gilgamesh."

The mess his younger self had left behind now had to be cleaned up one by one by his older self. This feeling of "wiping his own ass" was simply awful. For an instant, he really wanted to use the Schicksal Tablet to lock onto that young bastard's coordinates, drag him over, and beat him senseless.

But reason immediately stopped the thought.

Never mind whether he could truly "teach a lesson" to that arrogant fellow; a fight would inevitably damage the palace. By then, the stone tablets needing repairs and records would probably pile even higher. And with that version of himself's personality, he would absolutely escalate things and create even more trouble. In the end, the one with the headache would still be him.

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