Gilgamesh's Alter Ego

"Looks like I arrived too late, but the matter should already be resolved." A voice descended from the sky into everyone's ears. It was a voice they had never heard before, yet it made them feel at ease.

Everyone looked up. The previous battle had blown away all the clouds, leaving a dazzling sun hanging in the sky, its blinding light bathing that figure.

Once they saw him clearly, everyone was stunned. Enkidu, especially, could hardly believe it.

It was a figure none of them had seen before, a form that should not have existed, a form unrecorded upon the Throne of Heroes.

Yet everyone could tell who he was, even though he gave off an entirely different impression.

If the Gilgamesh they knew was an unruly king who swept aside all before him,

then this one felt like a gentleman, a hero, or perhaps a miracle—the perfect protagonist of a fairy tale.

A modest gentleman, gentle as jade. He spoke politely without losing his bearing, neither humble nor overbearing, always treating others with courtesy.

The figure slowly descended, and the closer they looked, the stronger that impression became.

He looked slightly older than the child Gilgamesh, around eighteen or nineteen years old. He was only about one meter seventy tall, with the same golden hair and crimson eyes.

Yuan Shikai said, "You're Gilgamesh. Your Class actually changed to Alter Ego. This form has never been recorded on the Throne of Heroes. How fascinating."

Gilgamesh said, "As expected of Mr. Ruler, you even know that. Is it the ability of True Name Discernment? I secretly took a look with Sha Naqba Imuru earlier. You won't blame me, will you?"

"This form is probably the most ideal version of me in people's eyes. Though I don't even know which period of