"Don't be ridiculous. I'd never be your friend. I'm just here to descend into this era and protect human history."
Faced with the Hero King's brazen mockery, Nameless snorted coldly, clearly irritated. "Protecting you has nothing to do with it!"
The two clashed from the moment they met, making countless viewers cheer with excitement.
It couldn't be helped.
The King of Heroes was always seen as lofty and untouchable—most ordinary people weren't even qualified to see him, let alone talk to him like this.
And the most outrageous thing? Despite being called a "mongrel" and a "dog raised by the gods," the King of Heroes didn't even fly into a rage!
"You... arrogant bastard! How do you propose we resolve the famine?" Gilgamesh asked seriously.
"You wanna know?"
Nameless smiled with clear delight.
"Then beg me!"
That smug grin practically begged for a beating.
He was even more arrogant and outrageous than the King of Heroes himself.
Completely different from the image he previously displayed—an anonymous heroic spirit silently guarding historical figures.
"You... you bastard! Do you think I won't kill you?" Gilgamesh struggled to suppress his raging fury.
A violent energy surged from his body, almost too overwhelming to restrain.
This guy was provoking him again and again!
Meanwhile…
The upper ranks of Uruk watching the video couldn't hold back their indignation.
That mere "Nameless" dared to shamelessly insult their greatest and most brilliant king!
Unforgivable!
One after another, furious voices rose:
"This video is clearly meant to maliciously humiliate our King!"
"We must denounce that so-called uploader Alaya and demand an explanation!"
"How can such a noble and majestic King be insulted like this to his face by some nobody?!"
The grand hall erupted into furious discussion.
A group of officials began vehemently condemning [Nameless] and the uploader [Alaya] who posted the video.
Gilgamesh, seated on his throne, originally looked quite pleased and relaxed.
But as the video went on, his expression began to change… subtly.
The smile faded from his face.
He had summoned his officials and the entire nation to watch this "video" in hopes they would admire his supreme, heroic image.
But now… something wasn't right.
In the video—
Nameless, who had been relentlessly mocking the King of Heroes, finally got down to business.
He held a stalk of wheat in one hand, and a weed in the other.
"Wheat is the staple of Uruk, but it's fragile and weak. The weeds that grow beside it, however, have ridiculously strong vitality."
He held them together.
"So, by crossbreeding wheat with weeds, we can cultivate hybrid wheat—strong and high-yielding."
"Hybrid wheat?" Gilgamesh blinked. "Wheat can be crossbred with weeds?"
This blasphemous lunatic kept coming up with weird ideas.
Nameless gave him a sideways glance. "Gods can breed with humans and have children, can't they?"
"You... bastard! I haven't killed you because squashing a bug like you would only dirty my hands. You should be grateful for my mercy!"
Despite his constant fury, Gilgamesh strangely found himself not wanting to strike down the man.
Instead, he felt… oddly delighted.
(T/N: o_O!!)
Like he'd shaken off a suffocating loneliness and finally found someone he could banter with freely—a kindred spirit.
"Tch. Can't even handle the truth. And this is what you call a King." Nameless said with increasing disdain.
"In any case, hybrid wheat will increase yield by three to five times."
"That much?!"
Gilgamesh immediately forgot his anger.
Just by crossbreeding with common weeds, yields could multiply several times over?
If they had that kind of production, why would the people even need to pray to the gods?
"That's not all. I also have something Gawain the potato freak would love—potatoes!"
Nameless pulled out a round, yellow-skinned tuber covered in small buds.
He pointed at the buds.
"See these? Each one can be cut off and grown. In just over two months, they'll produce several more of the same size—more than enough to feed people."
"Potatoes… hybrid wheat…"
Gilgamesh suddenly realized—this guy wasn't bluffing.
These two treasures could absolutely solve hunger and eliminate the need to pray to those disgusting gods.
So this… was what he meant by "man can overcome the heavens"?
What an interesting man. Time to reward him properly.
Viewers watching the video couldn't hold back their laughter:
HolySimp999-[Dude, you pulled it off again!]
TooHotToPeg-[These two things in the ancient world? Absolute game-changers!]
AlmightyMiddleFinger-[The chuunibyou King of Heroes may be a tyrant, but he's no fool. He's definitely gonna recognize their value—maybe he'll become besties with Nameless?!]
BoobVenerate-[Haha, me and my bros are just like this—roasting each other all day!]
——
Time passed quickly as Nameless and the King of Heroes continued bickering.
The hybrid wheat and potatoes finally ripened.
The famine was effortlessly resolved—no need to pray to the gods at all. That was when the veiled high priestess, Siduri, came forward with news.
"King, the goddess has descended!"
"That useless goddess is coming?"
Gilgamesh's crimson eyes instantly turned icy cold.
Just like Nameless said, to the gods, humanity was no more than penned-up livestock. He himself was the "dog" assigned to manage them.
Ishtar—goddess of beauty, harvest, and war—was the most spoiled of them all.
Arrogant, willful, and utterly shameless.
She had toyed with him again and again, trying to treat him like a plaything and stuff him into her treasure vault.
It had nothing to do with the love stories mortals spread around!
Gilgamesh turned toward the red-caped figure beside him. "Nameless, let's see how you handle a goddess!"
"You scared or something? Trying to make me take the hit?"
Nameless fired back without hesitation.
"Hahaha! I just can't be bothered with a trash goddess like her. Let someone equally trashy deal with her!"
Gilgamesh laughed heartily and vanished from the screen.
Not even a second after he disappeared—
Boom!
A figure descended from the sky, her voice cold from within the dust cloud.
"Gilgamesh! Who are you calling trash?!"
As the dust cleared, her form was finally revealed.
She had long black hair.
Her figure, though mostly slender like the Mesopotamian plains, had a slight curve to it.
Most notably—
Her clothes were rather revealing, almost like a modern short-sleeve and hot-pants combo.
Clearly designed to flaunt her charm.
Her long legs stretched out, bold and unrestrained, enough to stir any man's blood. And with her grand entrance, the bullet comments exploded,
AspiringPedo-[Holy crap, I could play with those legs for a whole year!]
FateShit-[So this is the goddess who tried to woo Gilgamesh in mythology? I'm in love!]
LoliConnoisseur-[Let go of that King of Heroes and give her to me!]
ICastFart-[Why do I feel like she's going to fall for Nameless instead?]
SinMommy-[Be bold—maybe she and Gilgamesh will both fight over Nameless?!]
"This goddess…"
Watching the video, Rin Tohsaka stared in stunned silence, her mouth agape, utterly shocked.
Because the goddess who just appeared—Ishtar—looked exactly like her!
Height, weight, facial features—identical.
Why does Ishtar look just like me?
A bold thought suddenly popped into Rin's mind—
Could I have been a goddess in my past life?