I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice - CH 65

Before nightfall, Gilgamesh arrived at Ryuudou Temple on Mount Enzou, feeling that his contract with Tokiomi had been broken.

He believed the Holy Grail War ceremony was just a sham, which he saw through at a glance. He would often walk the streets of Fuyuki City before the war, familiarizing himself with the terrain and studying the mechanism and principles of the Holy Grail War.

Tokiomi dismissed it as low-class entertainment, but Gilgamesh was able to uncover the existence of the Greater Grail. The converging leylines and energies of the city made the Greater Grail’s presence too obvious to be missed.

Despite his initial thoughts, Gilgamesh found the ceremony enjoyable. It summoned a portion of the true records from a certain period in the Throne of Heroes.

However, Gilgamesh sees it as just a game to punish the thief. He knows that if you take it too seriously, you’ve already lost.

But then, he discovers fire – a flame similar yet different from himself.

It was a divine gift from God, marking the beginning of the Age of Man with divine flames, wisdom, and divine heroes. However, this flame embodied ordinary wisdom and unrefined spirit of heroism, flickering as though it could be snuffed out at any moment.

Will he become an anomaly?

A person who will save the world?

He doesn’t know. The only thing he knows is that before he became an Archer, he used his own eyes to glimpse the future at the moment of his descent.

Eleven years from now, humanity’s world will meet its end, just like countless others before it. The cause and the outcome are both unknown, but the end is certain and unavoidable.

Gilgamesh, the once great ruler of the extinct Sumerians is indifferent to this news. However, a spark of fire kindles his curiosity

Will this fire’s end mirror his own – buried love, hidden rage, and a lonely death surrounded by ignorance?

There is nothing to be done to change the inevitable, nothing to be gained from resisting it. Will this fire simply sit back and watch as everything crumbles, or will he accept his fate with a calm heart?

Gilgamesh is eager to find out. Although the end will likely be the same as the other worlds – inevitable and final.

As a mongrel, the final destination is inescapable. The Sumerians, despite their teachings, guidance, and reminders, could only watch helplessly as the gods they worshiped disappeared, leaving them to become just another vanished race in the eyes of future generations.

Worse still, they were lumped together with the invading Babylonians and Akkadians.

In the end, Babylon and Akkadian survived, as did Egypt, but the Sumerians vanished completely. Even their country’s name was taken by Babylon.

All civilizations, all prosperity, all of it… gone with the gods, lost to destruction. All the glory was taken by the conquerors.

Neither the ideal king, nor the hot-blooded king, nor the tyrannical king, nor the wise king could save the Sumerians… nothing and no one could save that group of mongrels and scraps who deserved to die!

Hahahahahaha——!

Ridiculous!

Anger!

Fury!

As long as this anger burns, the realm will always be ruled by the tyranny of the King!

A hero must possess six things, the most important of which are courage, wisdom, and bravery.

The first two have already been achieved through his coercion, and only bravery remains.

And so, Gilgamesh entered the Greater Grail.

The Grail is a sea of chaos and corruption, which he has already thoroughly investigated.

He wants to bring this corruption down, to put the ball of flame to the test and awaken the earth’s hypocritical scum.

This world has countless parallel worlds, but no matter which one, the final outcome is always destruction. Gilgamesh sees this as a repeat of the Sumerian tragedy.

The Sumerians worshipped the gods, revered their divine grace, and believed that with a god’s gift, they could achieve eternal life.

Why should the people of this era be any different?

Only the object of worship has changed, from gods who control nature’s power to science that follows the universe’s principles.

They worship it fervently, believing it can do anything, but they forget they’re still just a species of primates, no different from others.

The world is not kind, and neither is the universe. Those who see the world as gentle will eventually pay for their illusions.

For power, both Science and Mystery can be improved and progressed through human effort and study. The problem is that the people using these things must also progress. The fight is not against Science or Mystery, but against the world, nature, the universe… everything that seeks to destroy human existence!

How long has it been?

It’s been 6,000 years!

The object of worship comes and goes, and with the passage of time, people change. But their thoughts and beliefs remain stagnant. No, they’re even more petty and childish than those from 6,000 years ago. Their self-righteous arrogance knows no bounds!

They believe they know everything, understand everything, and everything revolves around them.

Pathetic…

Enraging…

The world is overrun by lowlifes, and a great awakening is desperately needed.

Mongrels may have the potential to become human, but their comfortable existence hinders their awakening. Only by breaking free from the illusions they’ve become addicted to and embracing the realities of life and death, can they truly understand the world.

The world is gentle?

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

What will you use to survive the impending destruction? This pitiful, comical dream?

However, it’s unrealistic to do this as a Servant. But using that corruption, it’s possible.

“All things are suffering. If you can’t save yourself, then it’s time to meet your end,” Gilgamesh proclaimed.

And with that, he ventured into the depths of the Greater Grail.

…

At the heart of the Greater Grail, energy swirled in the form of treacherous whirlpools. The evil known as sin flowed and multiplied within these whirlpools, amplifying and transforming with each passing moment.

The seven deadly sins – pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth – took root and flourished within the whirlpools, constantly invading and distorting.

Crimes such as rebellion, terror, destruction, abandonment, coercion, theft, false accusations, arson, insults, disrespect, estrangement, abduction, bribery, participation in suicide, gambling, abandoning a body, disturbance-making, false testimony, hiding stolen goods, kidnapping, violence, and all other sins deserving of death were sentenced and rejected.

“Killing, killing, killing, not allowed. Killing, killing, killing, not approved. Killing, killing, killing, that’s good. Killing, killing, killing, yes. Killing, killing, killing, promise. Killing, killing, killing, wrong. What killing, killing, killing…”

“There’s only one thought, so boring,”

“!?”

“Impossible,” spoke the voice of the curse. “There is no right or certainty within this vortex of resentment and curse. The All the World Evil deemed everything to be ugly and hateful, so this voice should not exist here.”

Yet, the voice declared once again, “Precisely! The world was originally like this. Why sigh? Why be surprised?”

“!?”

The voice of the curse questioned, “Who will support heaven? Who will cover the earth? Who will bear all the sin?”

A loud, high-pitched ridicule echoed in response, “Stupid question. There’s no need to ask. As a King, the heaven is supported by the king, the earth is covered by the king, and the world is borne by the king!”

“What is the King?” Curses asked, but it was a contradiction.

In this place where individuality was not allowed, It recognized the presence of another within itself. Something that shouldn’t exist was here.

That is the King, the absolute ruler, the unique existence. His name is the Hero King, Gilgamesh.

His purpose is to look, listen, and judge, all for the sake of the King’s way.

With a splatter, the black mud broke apart, revealing the foreign object that couldn’t be consumed by its resentment.

In the evil-filled cavern, the Hero King, Gilgamesh, once again stood on the ground, declaring, “It’s me, the Great King!”

A foreign object emerged that even all the resentment couldn’t digest. The king, once a Servant with Spiritual Body, now stood in the void filled with evil with a real flesh-and-blood, formed from the black mud’s purification process.

Despite being in the scorching hell, the king’s majesty kept the surrounding evil mud at bay. Gilgamesh flaunted his statue-like torso and sneered impatiently, “Fighting to the death over this thing as wish-fulfilling machines is truly a fit of ugliness for the mongrels. The entertainment is over. The real grand scene is about to begin!”

Donning the modern clothes he had prepared in his treasury, Gilgamesh commanded the mud with authority, “You and I are both necessary evils in this world. Consider yourself honored, your unpleasant power has been requisitioned by the king!”