Infiltrating Imaginary Numbers

After dealing with the farce here, the two headed straight for Gilgamesh's main hall. Gilgamesh sat quietly in the hall, but Siduri was nowhere to be seen.

"What about Siduri? Did she finally give up on your work schedule and go on strike?"

Arcueid asked with some doubt, as she still had some impression of this outstanding minister.

Bai Mo looked out of the palace; an atmosphere of unease permeated the entire Uruk. "It seems that this isn't the first time something like that has appeared. Perhaps it's better to keep her in the palace?"

Gilgamesh's face was somewhat pale. Although he didn't have a mountain of endless official duties, his complexion was still far from good. He waved his hand and replied:

"I sent Siduri to rest, and even if she stayed in the palace, it wouldn't make a difference; that imaginary number distortion won't stay away just because of me."

All we can do now is try to stabilize the situation as much as possible, set up a protective barrier, quickly as possible to ascertain the situation, and then let that stupid goddess handle it.

The energy required to construct such a barrier is unimaginable. If Bai Mo hadn't been able to clearly sense that Gilgamesh still possessed ample vitality, he would have almost suspected that the guy would have suffered organ failure and died suddenly in a second.

"Let me make this clear from the start," Bai Mo stated frankly, "I don't have the means to directly interfere with space."

Bai Mo also found those things crawling out of the strange space troublesome. If they were enemies in the real world, he could simply deal with them physically, but these enemies crawling out of the Imaginary Number Space could only put him on the defensive.

"Don't worry, although entering the Imaginary Number Space is extremely difficult, it's not without its challenges."

A ray of light appeared, Gilgamesh held an ancient and peculiarly shaped compass, which had no markings on it. He raised his hand, removed the compass needle, and handed it to Bai Mo.

"This should allow someone to travel to the Imaginary Number Space. Of course, we'll have to rely on you again this time. If all goes as expected, the opponent who discovered the trail last time hid in the Imaginary Number Space."

Gilgamesh explained that, given Bai Mo's perception, once someone had his eye on them, unless they used some special means, they would have absolutely nowhere to hide as long as they remained in Mesopotamia.

Only by infiltrating the Imaginary Number Space can one evade detection.

"Imaginary Number Space?" Bai Mo was a little puzzled. He had heard this term before in Fuyuki. Sakura's Magecraft attribute was regarded by Tokiomi as one of the most outstanding talents of Magecraft.

"The innermost part of the world is an imaginary space containing all possibilities. It is a realm that cannot be observed under normal circumstances, and at the same time, it gains omnipotence because of its [unobservability]."

A solemn explanation came from beside him. Crimson Moon had risen to the surface at some point, and looking into those iridescent eyes, Gilgamesh couldn't help but feel a sense of pressure.

Bai Mo examined the pointer in his hand and said:

"Then it won't have much of an impact. We can just go there, find the source, and solve it."

"It's not as easy as it sounds. Imaginary Number Space is boundless and limitless. Although it doesn't have the concept of time, you could wander within it for tens of thousands of years and still not find the so-called source."

And this looks like a pre-dug trap.

Crimson Moon sized up Gilgamesh with unfriendly eyes, clearly disapproving of his actions. She grabbed Bai Mo's hand, which was holding the pointer, somewhat domineeringly.

Don't forget our promise. I won't allow you to take any risks.

"Of course I won't forget, but continuing like this will only lead to our exhaustion. Besides, in a real confrontation, the outcome is still uncertain. And I'll come back immediately if things go wrong."

Unlike Bai Chou, who fought Chaya defeated in a 2v1 battle by the Giant Shark, Bai Mo knew things were not going well and decided to leave.

Looking at the two of them, Gilgamesh an urge to go back and rest, and not want to face them.

Where did this guy find a UO? If it weren't for the influence of the Magnetic Field Power, the King of the Moon in front of him would have been fully capable of blowing the entire Mesopotamia into space.

What merit or ability has my humble Uruk possessed to attract you tyrants to join in this grand undertaking?

Gods, the Beast II, the Beast IV, the mentally ill linked to the Root, the True Ancestor, the Moon UO...

Ugh, my stomach hurts so much...

"How could I, the king, allow my strongest warrior to die in vain?"

Gilgamesh said solemnly, "Insurance is naturally provided. You only need to break the pointer in your hand to return."

Furthermore, you can still respond to summons within the Imaginary Number Space. Your contract with Ereshkigal remains in effect, and she can come to your aid in times of crisis, or pull you back directly.

On his throne, Gilgamesh deep breath and said:

"And this time you only need to do some scouting, since we can't support you."

As Mery may have already told you, Tiamat, the Primordial Mother Goddess of Mesopotamia, is currently in the Imaginary Number Space.

Regardless, she will eventually awaken, and that will be the real battle.

Bai Mo nodded. As Gilgamesh's compass spun, a distorted space appeared before Bai Mo, and he stepped forward without hesitation.

"Etc."

"Don't worry, I've always remembered our promise, and I still have a lot of things to take care of; I can't possibly die there."

Bai Mo turned around to explain, but what lay before him was a jewel-like sword hilt. Crimson Moon, holding the blade with one hand, handed the demonic sword to Bai Mo.

It is the Demon Sword – the Real of the World.

"Your weapon is merely hard and sharp, isn't it? Sharpness alone isn't necessarily advantageous in Imaginary Number Space. Take it with you."

The Real of the World, capable of unleashing strikes that transcend time and space, was reshaped by Crimson Moon after she gained power, using Magnetic Field Power to correct its fragile flaws.

In some ways, this divine weapon is the best Bai Mo has ever seen.

Thank you.

Without hesitation, Bai Mo accepted the demonic sword.

"After all, you're an ally. If you die, it would make me seem irresponsible." Crimson Moon turned her head away and said no more.

As Bai Mo stepped into that Imaginary Number Space, Crimson Moon glanced coldly into the distance. In fact, she had one last insurance policy: the Gorgon in the distance.

"Don't do that. Uruk isn't ready to face Tiamat yet. Starting a direct battle would only hinder his performance."

Gilgamesh knew exactly what Crimson Moon was thinking. Gorgon and Tiamat shared power. As long as Gorgon was killed, Tiamat would immediately awaken, and then the opponent's arrangements in the Imaginary Number Space would naturally vanish.

"Don't point fingers at me, you half-human, half-god hybrid."

I will certainly not do anything to disappoint my allies, but this is all that can stop me. Neither you nor the gods of Sumer should indulge in unrealistic fantasies.

As soon as Bai Mo left, she instantly transformed back into the aloof and powerful King of the Moon.

As soon as she finished speaking, the imposing aura around her receded like a tide, and her iridescent eyes returned to normal.

"Why did you take so long! I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye!" Arcueid complained.

Hearing that familiar yet unreliable voice, Gilgamesh inexplicably felt a sense of relief.