It was a sunny afternoon, ordinary as any other, and Arthur was conducting a self-defense class for a group of rookie police officers. The NYPD academy gymnasium echoed with the sharp sounds of falls, firm steps, and short commands.
"Always keep your feet planted," he said, demonstrating the move. The officer serving as the example flew over Arthur's shoulder and landed on the mat with a dull thud, groaning somewhere between pain and respect.
"See? You have to have control—don't rely on strength alone," he added, straightening up with a restrained smile.
As they attempted to replicate the movement, Arthur turned to grab a water bottle. It was at that moment that his world shifted again.
Near the gym entrance, conversing with the police chief, stood a girl.
She looked out of place in that environment. Her blonde hair shimmered under the sunlight streaming through the windows, falling in gentle waves over her shoulders. Her blue eyes observed everything around her with genuine interest.
She seemed about seventeen, maybe eighteen. A year or two younger than him.
When her eyes met his, time seemed to stop.
Arthur froze, as if struck by lightning directly in the chest. The sounds around him vanished; the entire world dissolved into silence. All that remained was her gaze—a glow that pierced through him as if reading his soul.
For a second, he almost dropped his water bottle.
His heart raced so fast he almost forgot to breathe.
If he were wearing glasses, he was sure they would have cracked.
It was love at first sight.
The girl, for her part, quickly looked away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. Still, she smiled at him before returning to her conversation with the man beside her.
The man… the police chief.
For some reason, Arthur had a strong feeling he already knew her, even though he had never seen her before. It was a strange sensation—like he had spent a long time with her, yet they had never actually met.
It wasn't until he heard her name that Arthur understood who the girl was.
"Gwen Stacy."
The daughter of Police Chief George Stacy.
He almost laughed. Fate, once again, was playing a joke on him—an ex-assassin, now completely enchanted by his boss's daughter.
In the days that followed, he tried to push the feeling away. He avoided looking at her too much when she visited, spoke only when necessary, focused on the classes. But it was useless. Every time Gwen appeared to visit her father or pass by, a smile, a wave, a word exchanged—something inside him stirred.
It didn't take long for their encounters to become more frequent.
First came casual conversations after work. Then, a quick coffee near the academy. At some point, she even began joining the self-defense classes, perhaps on George's recommendation.
Arthur was disciplined and rational, often maintaining a barrier of absolute coldness around himself to prevent people from getting too close. But with Gwen, none of that seemed to matter. She had a different energy—sweet yet firm. Young, yet with a mature curiosity that completely disarmed him.
Before he realized it, she was slowly filling the emptiness in his chest.
At one point, she even asked about his scar. Of course, he didn't tell the truth—at least, not yet.
Her father, George Stacy, quickly noticed the growing attraction between them.
The looks he cast at Arthur were cold and evaluating. The kind of gaze a police officer reserves for a suspect whose crime hasn't yet been discovered. Yet, curiously, George never said anything directly or intervened. Perhaps out of respect for Arthur's good behavior, perhaps through silent vigilance, or perhaps simply because, in some way, he had accepted him.
Even so, the relationship between Arthur and Gwen grew, like a fire.
Arthur found himself smiling more often, something that hadn't happened in a long time. Gwen brought color to his world, which had previously been composed only of shadows.
She laughed at the absurd stories he told, unaware of how much truth lay hidden in them. He, on the other hand, found peace in her simple gestures—the way she tied her hair, the soft sound of her laugh, the sparkle in her eyes when she spoke about something she loved.
And, for the first time since his parents were killed, Arthur felt something he believed he had lost forever:
Hope.
But then, something changed suddenly.
---xXx---
An unexpected gift appeared before him: a system.
It was called a Login System, like those weird fanfics he used to read in his past life.
Its function was simple: log in daily and receive rewards.
At first, the prizes were laughable.
Disposable items, useless trinkets, trivial abilities that could be found in any self-help book.
But among the rewards came some gems:
[Riding]
[Gunslinger]
[Clairvoyance]
Nothing seemed out of the 'ordinary'… until the day he received something strange.
[Partial Memory Unlock]
The moment the notification appeared before his eyes, Arthur felt a strange warmth flow through his body.
The floating screen shimmered in a peculiar golden hue—different from the usual blue the System displayed. It was a warm, almost living color, pulsing as if it had its own will.
"Partial memory unlock…?" he murmured, frowning.
For a moment, the world around him seemed to distort. His room dissolved into fragments of light, and a familiar sensation overtook his body.
The sound of wind shifting over stone walls. The thick scent of incense burning in temples. The glimmer of the walls of a city that did not exist in this modern world.
Uruk.
Arthur gasped, bringing his hand to his head as disjointed images intertwined in his mind: the roar of crowds revering a king.
"King Gilgamesh…" a soft, familiar voice whispered in his mind.
It was the voice of an elegant, intelligent lady, devoted to supporting his reign in Uruk.
The pain struck his mind like a blade. His vision blurred, alternating between the present and the past—the man he was now and the oldest hero of humanity.
He saw a tiered pyramid structure, each level smaller than the one below.
The Ziggurat.
At the top sat his marble throne, gold gleaming, countless treasures lined before him. His Gate of Babylon, filled with treasures.
The arrogant laughter that once dominated the world.
Part of Gilgamesh's emotions—pride, arrogance, the sorrow of seeing his only and best friend leave before him—began to seep into his soul, then vanished from his being. He didn't remember everything yet, only fragments… but that was enough.
The feeling of having been a king.
Of having lost the only friend who truly understood his soul.
Enkidu.
The name struck him like a blow to the chest. A brief image—the serene face of a young, androgynous, pure-spirited figure—crossed his mind, and for a moment, Arthur almost smiled too.
But, like all ancient memories, it dissipated.
His vision flickered one last time before the memories stopped flowing, leaving only a new message:
[Partial memories unlocked.]
[Limited access to the Wise King's abilities.]
[Warning: mental instability detected. Prolonged rest recommended until consciousness stabilizes.]
Arthur took a deep breath, a strange smile forming on his lips.
Yet, despite all this, Arthur had no time to dwell on the news.
---xXx---
Back in the present…
On TV, Tony Stark revealed his secret identity to the world.
And Arthur?
A hero? A villain? An assassin? A king?
Nonsense.
He didn't want to be a hero, much less their king.
He didn't want to pose as humanity's savior or ruler.
For him, it was enough to live comfortably, lie down without worries, and enjoy life alongside his beloved.
He had left his job as a NYPD self-defense instructor a few months ago, after a certain incident involving a certain billionaire.
As for money? That wasn't a problem.
He had accumulated plenty both during his time as an assassin and as an instructor at the NYPD.
Moreover, he had started writing books—his years of experience in the dark side of the world, combined with his new memories, made excellent material for them.
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(End of Chapter)
A/N:
A quick note — our first arc in another world will most likely be NieR: Automata, as promised before.
After that, the next arc will be the Spider-Verse (with some interesting changes), followed by about a week-long break for me to get properly organized.
Then comes the DC arc, though the first part (Wonder Woman) will be postponed to a later point, before Arthur's return to the DC storyline.
The Fate/Apocrypha arc will remain exclusive to the alternate version of this story, Multiverse Login System, while this one may include a version of Fate/Grand Order: Absolute Demonic Front.
Two Gilgameshes talking hahahaha
"Hmph. If you really want to be useful, then entertain me, try to throw those pathetic power stones at me. Let's see if even your insolence can amuse a king."