Fate: Hero Simulator

[3rd POV]

Kyouya looked at Gilgamesh.

He was already at the end of his strength, while Gilgamesh had reached a remarkable peak.

He would inevitably lose the battle, but he didn't care.

The fact that Gilgamesh had gained the acceptance of that arm meant that the wise king of the past had truly returned once again.

Now that the gods were in the underworld, the wise king returned to the world again.

It seemed that the world would surely experience an era of prosperity under Gilgamesh's rule.

"I am not someone who can entrust my life to others."

Gilgamesh stroked his new arm, feeling the power and the fate within it, which were the reasons he won this battle.

"Since when was the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, become so soft?"

"Soft? Heh~ You stupid little brother, I'll teach you one thing: your older brother will always be your older brother."

[You tried to provoke Gilgamesh, but he remains unfazed.]

Gilgamesh understood this was still an attempt to provoke him.

Kyouya wanted to make him angry and strike to return the entire Mesopotamian region under his rule.

A powerful kingdom, a wise ruler, a kingdom that future generations would undoubtedly remember.

However...

"You stupid little brother, you're still not qualified to control my fate. I will write my destiny, my promises will be fulfilled, and my retribution... will come."

With a serious expression, Gilgamesh approached him, determined to write the final outcome himself.

...

The war ended when Gilgamesh appeared with the corpse of the Holy King of the Moonlight.

The outcome of the war was undeniable.

After this battle, Gilgamesh became incredibly powerful. He personally led his army and swept across Mesopotamia, conquering all who opposed him.

The great achievement of uniting the world was accomplished under his rule.

When everyone expected tyranny to continue, Gilgamesh stopped the previous oppressive rule.

He neither abolished nor continued it, and he simply stopped, shifting his focus to selecting a suitable successor.

At a young age, he began preparing for the future of his kingdom.

The people were filled with both fear and hope.

Then, reality shattered their illusions.

A massive altar began to be built, and the construction seemed to be a show of power.

Gilgamesh was still that tyrant, and the people couldn't help but long for the man who had already passed away.

The coronation ceremony had begun.

Gilgamesh was about to be crowned on the great altar he had built as a symbol of his accomplishment in uniting Mesopotamia, and he sought to flaunt his power to the world.

But on the very day of the ceremony, just as Gilgamesh stepped onto the altar, a figure walked toward him.

He was missing an arm, but everyone still recognized his face. It was the Holy King of the Moonlight who had already "died."

Shadow had returned.

How could a man who was already dead be resurrected?

No one knew the reason, and the battle had already begun before they could even ponder the question.

Fight, fight, fight, fight...

Golden light filled the sky, two full moons held in one man's single arm.

The battle was so intense it seemed it turned the sky dark. This was a fight where the sun and moon lost their light.

The earth and sky would shake and crack whenever they hit each other. The terrifying shockwaves made it impossible for anyone to get close.

In an era where all gods had been sealed away, no one could determine the true outcome of their battle.

"Boom"

The shockwave from a single punch echoed through the universe as if it struck at the very hearts of all living beings.

Finally, on the third day of the battle, as the sun was about to rise, everything fell into silence.

In that instant, everyone could feel it—the outcome had been decided.

As the sun slowly rose, a figure stood atop the mountain, and all eyes turned to gaze upon that person.

The one-armed man atop the mountain held Gilgamesh's severed head in his hand.

Even in death, Gilgamesh's expression remained solemn and serious, as if he had already known the outcome of this battle.

He was dead.

Gilgamesh was dead.

"Tyrant Gilgamesh, today died at my hands."

Kyouya raised Gilgamesh's head, listing all the crimes he had committed, his voice echoing between the heavens and earth so that as many people as possible could hear.

"This tyrant deserves to be eliminated."

With those words, Kyouya gathered his strength and crushed Gilgamesh's head, making sure he was dead beyond any doubt.

The old king was dead.

Was the new king about to be crowned?

The people of Uruk felt like their hearts had turned to despair, with hearts heavy with sorrow and uncertainty.

In this situation, Kyouya's words echoed.

"Now that Mesopotamia is united, I do not wish for more war and suffering upon the people. Therefore, I have only executed the main culprit and have not waged further battle. The future kings of Uruk, remember this: if you impose tyranny upon the people, even from the depths of the underworld, I will return and kill you."

After leaving these words, Kyouya vanished before the eyes of the crowd.

It was as if he had never been there. If not for Gilgamesh's death, everyone would have thought it was just a dream.

Gilgamesh was dead, and the king he had chosen took the throne, but he was not happy.

He frantically searched for any news of the Holy King of the Moonlight.

As long as such a person was alive, could he truly sit comfortably on the throne?

The name "Holy King of the Moonlight" hovered like a curse in the mind of the new king.

As long as such a person lived, the fear would never fade.

As long as he dared to rule with tyranny, the Holy King of the Moonlight would come to take his life.

He knew that he would never feel safe until he was sure that the Holy King of the Moonlight was really dead.

But would the Holy King of the Moonlight really die?

A person who had been killed by Gilgamesh, only to return from death... could someone like that really die?

...

A fancy bottle lay by the water on a quiet stream in the forest.

A curious water snake noticed it.

It opened the bottle, and a pill that could grant immortality was washed into its mouth.

Immediately, the snake began to transform.

Its skin began to shed, replaced by a brand-new body.

Who had left this Potion of Youth here?

No one knows, but perhaps someone might come up with an explanation in future legends.

To be continued...

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