Mo Shuying knew who the person before him was.
Gilgamesh, the oldest king, the King of Uruk in Mesopotamia, the man hailed as the King of Heroes, a primordial tyrant two-thirds god and one-third human.
He was said to possess all the treasures of the world, and the prototypes of countless Heroic Spirits' Noble Phantasms were all within his Gate of Babylon.
Because of his golden armor and golden hair, a certain twin-tailed individual called him Golden Flash. He was an extremely arrogant and conceited man, but this also indicated his immense strength.
"How to eliminate the Shadow Entity? Ha, the great King of Heroes sought me out just to ask this?"
Mo Shuying wasn't flustered. Although the King of Heroes was very powerful, he was no longer afraid of him. He was confident he wouldn't lose if it came to a fight.
"You know this King? Interesting. Since you know this King, then it's simple. Let's go to a quiet place to talk. If this tranquil silence persists for too long, these mortals might sleep forever."
Gilgamesh produced an ancient lantern, from which emanated faint rays of light. It was this light that had rendered these few streets utterly silent.
Mo Shuying thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "A king's grand invitation, of course I must show him respect. Where shall we go?"
"Just follow this King."
Gilgamesh turned, and with a light step, he shot forward at high speed.
Mo Shuying quickly followed, curious to see what tricks this oldest king had up his sleeve.
Soon, the two arrived in front of a derelict high-rise building.
As Gilgamesh approached, a door automatically opened.
Inside was surely Gilgamesh's domain. Mo Shuying hesitated for a moment. As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand under a crumbling wall. Going in now would be like entering a tiger's den.
"What, are you afraid? If you're afraid, there's no need for us to say more. This King has no desire to speak with cowards."
Gilgamesh said this and then walked into the luminous doorway. Mo Shuying felt provoked. If it were anyone else, he might not have taken the bait, or he might have even cursed them for being pretentious. But since it was Gilgamesh, Mo Shuying thought it over and followed him in.
Upon entering, Mo Shuying found himself in an alternate dimension. The familiar sense of silence, the familiar concentration of Mana—it was just like his birthplace in an alternate dimension.
"Where is this?"
Mo Shuying curiously surveyed his surroundings. This space wasn't large, roughly the size of the abandoned building, but despite its small size, it had everything. As soon as Mo Shuying entered, he saw a small golden palace.
It had golden bricks and green tiles, and the beams and pillars were all made of gold. Although gold is soft, it was thick! Those golden circular pillars, too wide for a single person to embrace, made Mo Shuying swallow hard.
He couldn't help it; he had never seen so much gold before.
Gilgamesh ignored Mo Shuying, walking directly up the steps and sitting on the throne. He turned to look at Mo Shuying, intending to display his kingly aura and intimidate him, but then...
"Clang, clang, clang~"
"Hmm, solid. It should be pure gold, no impurities."
Mo Shuying reached out to a pillar and tapped it, muttering to himself.
Gilgamesh's face instantly darkened.
"You scoundrel! You actually think this King would use impurities! Do you wish to die?!"
Gilgamesh slammed the throne in anger. Mo Shuying chuckled awkwardly. Luckily, he hadn't tried to bite it to test its hardness; if he had, Gilgamesh probably would have exploded.
Exploded with rage.
"Ahem, that's not what I meant. So, King of Heroes, how did you discover this space? You're not a native resident here, are you?"
Mo Shuying walked over to a golden desk at the foot of the steps. It was an office desk. Although he didn't quite understand why Gilgamesh had an office desk here, he didn't ask further. He walked around the desk, sat down, and then asked.
"..."
Gilgamesh saw Mo Shuying sitting there, his expression somewhat displeased. That desk was placed there in memory of that woman.
"This King, like you, is a Heroic Spirit who has gained a physical body, so naturally, I wasn't born in this space. This space originally belonged to another Heroic Spirit. I call him the Black King. He was also a person of immense kingly charisma, embodying beauty, strength, magnanimity, and excellence in all aspects. This King suppressed him, and then this King obtained this."
Gilgamesh produced a Class Card, an Archer card.
"..."
After Gilgamesh finished speaking, Mo Shuying already guessed that the Black King Gilgamesh spoke of was likely his corrupted self, a Heroic Spirit formed from Gilgamesh's darker side. His strength was undeniable.
"Very well, this King, with immense generosity, has answered your question first. Now it is this King's turn."
Gilgamesh waved his hand, and a golden goblet filled with crimson wine appeared in his grasp.
A similar goblet also appeared before Mo Shuying.
Smelling the aroma of the wine, even Mo Shuying, who didn't drink red or white wine, was moved. It was simply too fragrant.
Gilgamesh intended to show off his kingly demeanor. They were all adults, and matters could be discussed over drinks, which was how he used to do things. After all, people speak the truth when drunk.
But...
*Bang!*
Gilgamesh: "..."
Watching Mo Shuying immediately down the entire glass of wine, then instantly collapse onto the table, drunk, Gilgamesh's hand, which had been swirling his glass, froze. The smile on his lips did too. After a long moment, he tremblingly put his glass away and secretly vowed,
"Next time... I should really ask if they can drink first."
Was Mo Shuying a lightweight?
No, he was the type to chug beer in school, so he could definitely drink. It was just that...
He had never tasted divine wine.
Indeed, Gilgamesh's fine wine had been stored in the Gate of Babylon for more than a thousand years. Nourished by Gilgamesh's Divinity and Golden Rule, it had acquired Divinity itself, becoming Divine Wine.
The Great Emperor and Saber had once drunk it, but one possessed Divinity and the other Dragon Bloodline; their bodies were exceptionally robust, and they suffered no ill effects.
Although Mo Shuying now had a physical body, a powerful one at that, it was still a mortal one. Faced with the impact of Divinity, he still ended up collapsing.
However, there was no harm in it. Divine Wine offered many benefits. While it couldn't directly grant Divinity, it could certainly strengthen the body.
And so.
Mo Shuying slept for two more hours, then suddenly woke up, feeling an overwhelming surge of energy with nowhere to release it.
"You're awake."
Gilgamesh hadn't left. If he had, he worried Mo Shuying would wake up and run off. So he had waited for two hours. He had never waited for anyone for so long!
To be honest, the King was fuming.
"What excellent wine! And thank you for not attacking me."
Mo Shuying looked at the empty golden wine glass, feeling a sense of longing. He glanced at Gilgamesh, understanding that if Gilgamesh had harbored any murderous intent toward him just now, he would have been in grave danger.
As for whether he would have died?
As someone wearing two pieces of defensive gear, he didn't believe Gilgamesh could kill him without using his trump cards. And in his recent state, if he had sensed danger, he would have woken up faster than anyone else. So...
"Hmph, if you wish to die, first answer this King's questions. Once you've answered, this King may consider granting you death."
Gilgamesh declared haughtily, head held high.
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