"Indeed, that mongrel has his uses!"
Those were arrogant, disdainful words. Gilgamesh spoke them so lightly, looking at the unparalleled tragedy.
As if the wailing of countless lives, the helpless lamentations, were merely boring background music.
Hero King Gilgamesh, truly such an arrogant, high and mighty fellow.
"This one does not think so. In your heart, are all those who are not your subjects merely 'enemies'?"
Athena, small in stature, said this, a hint of sarcasm in her words.
As for whether she was mocking Gilgamesh or ridiculing the struggling, helpless populace, perhaps it didn't matter.
"Truly narrow-minded, Hero King."
Such words, spoken so thoughtlessly, once again came from the mouth of this young girl named Wisdom, her words carrying obvious contempt.
"Are you asking this King to care about all those mongrels? That's taking things for granted."
Those were words of extreme arrogance. Gilgamesh said this while lightly squeezing Athena's delicate cheek.
Feeling the perfect touch in his hand, Gilgamesh couldn't help but reveal a hint of a proud smile.
"Submitting to those so-called False Kings, forgetting this King's authority, and even failing to obediently worship this King upon his arrival, is a ten-times unforgivable sin!"
Utterly unreasonable words, spat from the mouth of that arrogant king, carrying a strong, named 'Contempt,' meaning.
"But, do you not feel a single trace of pity for those lives?"
Athena asked this, but looking at the humans being devoured by Karmic Fire one by one, there was not even a trace of pity on her face, not even a trace of emotion.
No matter how eloquently it was put, those who were called gods from whom one did not originate, who were originally without emotions, their so-called meaning and names were merely insults imposed by humans.
"It's truly laughable. What does the death of those mongrels have to do with this King?!"
Gilgamesh said this while gently raising his sturdy arm, wrapped in black armor.
Brilliant golden wine poured onto his hand, and a golden goblet, along with a golden-embroidered wine jug, slowly fell into Gilgamesh's hand.
"In this world, because the number of humans is too great, even those useless fellows who don't produce any value are still qualified to live. Such filth, even if it's like this, it should be where it belongs!"
Such arrogant words, spoken from the mouth of that king, made it seem as if the millions of dead lives were so utterly insignificant.
No, in his eyes, they were indeed so insignificant.
"Truly arrogant, Your Majesty the Hero King."
Athena said this in her incomparably cold tone.
Her small hand, like a finely carved piece of art, gently stirred the clear wine in the golden goblet Gilgamesh had brought. Indeed, merely savoring fine wine was commonplace in mythology.
However, even Athena, who had tasted countless wines, couldn't help but slightly frown.
It wasn't that the taste was too bad; it was that it was too rich and potent. Even those high and mighty gods from whom one did not originate would find it hard to resist such fine wine.
"Indeed, a good taste." A trace of embarrassment flashed across her face, but that faint red appeared on her exquisite face.
"That is natural. As a King, whether it's fine wine or a collection, it is absolutely the best!"
Listening to those proud words, Athena also couldn't help but slightly nod, somewhat matching his arrogance.
Gilgamesh lightly walked to the edge of the rooftop, looking at the helpless people turning into ashes, and couldn't help but take a sip of the wine in his goblet.
"The more it is at a time like this, the more one can understand the so-called beauty of humanity, and the more one can see the truly precious aspects of human nature."
As he said this, he abruptly drank all the wine in his goblet. Even though a trace of pleasant surprise showed on his face, it still contained an unparalleled indifference.
However, the next moment, it was as if something had awakened.
A black wind whirled around Gilgamesh. That was the intent of death.
Looking at the dying humans one by one, feeling their sorrowful wails and helpless lamentations.
His authority was unleashed.
That authority, which had always been sealed and taken from Athena's hand, now fully displayed its power.
An immeasurable black wind, carrying the aura of death, swept in all directions.
Then, the blazing land gradually disappeared, leaving behind only that which was called authority, absolute power.
Authority, Kingdom of the Dead!
In this cataclysm, tens of thousands of dead returned to the earth.
That was the kingdom of the dead. All lives that died in the Kingdom of the Dead would become Gilgamesh's slaves.
This time, the original inhabitants of Tokyo were all turned into countless dead.
"Truly, a lowly authority."
These words, spat from Gilgamesh's mouth, carried an unspeakable malice.
Indeed, whether it was the swirling black wind, or the scorched earth, and the sky devoid of any light, death was constantly proclaimed, which was the essence here.
This was an authority similar to an Innate Domain, but unlike an Innate Domain, this was a true world, a true, complete world.
Countless dead wandered here, then transformed into the king's most elite army, and kneeled.
However, these transformed dead, even if extremely cheap, did not possess wisdom. They were merely sufficient for combat or using techniques, but they did not possess human wisdom. What remained was only the strength of a warrior.
However, even so, it was extremely terrifying.
Looking at the dim sky and the scorched earth, Gilgamesh slightly furrowed his brows, then gently raised his arm.
He mobilized the cursed power within his body, then chanted the spell that signified authority.
"Royal Domain!"
The next moment, a brilliant golden light was cast upon this scorched earth.
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