57 Doing great things before death

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But Gilgamesh didn't know this. He just saw that Luo Wei was "safe and sound" and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahaha... you are indeed a friend recognized by this king!" He smiled: "In this case, I will temporarily forgive you for your irrevocable crime of being disrespectful to me!"

"Be happy and praise this king for his mind as broad as the sea of stars!"

"You've said this before; let's change it," Luo Wei said expressionlessly. "Is it possible for you to use fewer words to curse others and fewer words to praise yourself?"

Gilgamesh: "..."

Will this person die if he doesn't choke?

Enkidu over there ran over and looked extremely surprised: "Luo Wei, that's great!"

While the robe was floating, the clay figurine slowly held Luo Wei's hand.

The smile on her face was as bright as a flower.

"You can even withstand the curses of the gods... In this case, why not quickly hand over all the rewards you promised to this goddess?"

Ishtar Rin's face flashed with happiness for a moment, but then she restrained herself and spoke as if she was deliberately hiding something: "This goddess has waited until now just for this!"

"I don't care whether you live or die."

"Another awkward guy..." Luo Wei glanced at Ishtar.

Two tsunderes...no, three.

What is "again"?

Gilgamesh's eyes widened slightly, feeling that he was offended.

Luo Wei squinted his eyes and looked at a shadow in the corner of the palace door.

He saw the blond goddess wearing a red robe there.

That was Ereshkigal...the third—cough—who also sensed something was wrong in the underworld, so she used the part of the lock of heaven given by Luo Wei to come to the human world.

Her red eyes looked at him.

And the moment he turned and their eyes met, the goddess' beautiful face turned slightly red.

And she disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Luo Wei couldn't help but smile.

So lovely...

"Luo Wei, what are you laughing at?" Enkidu was confused.

"Humph, are you glad that you are still alive?" Gilgamesh said disdainfully. "You are just a wild dog. Without my permission, who gave you the confidence to show that you are not afraid of death?"

"Stop talking nonsense. If you add more 'wild dogs,' be careful, or I will punch you twice more!" Luo Wei waved his hand.

The corner of Gilgamesh's mouth twitched.

And he couldn't help but think of the two punches he had just received when he and Luo Wei were fighting for the curse of the gods. Although it was still hurting, now that he said this, the pain became more obvious.

Luo Wei ignored him and said, "It's time to put the finishing touches on it!"

"Oh, yes! The ending!" Ishtar Rin suddenly jumped up. "I'm going to take back the Bull of Heaven and Ishtar's treasures—"

"From now on, I will be the only Venus goddess! Hohohohoho!"

With a weird smile like a witch, the goddess' figure flashed away.

"Stupid guy—" Gilgamesh was still disdainful but didn't say much.

He moved forward and walked to the edge of the steps in front of the palace gate.

Below, the people had already gathered together.

From just before the decisive battle started until now, they had not moved and had always stood in place.

All the people were here, looking up at the 'King' on the steps.

"Hahaha...rejoice, my king's subjects!" Gilgamesh grinned. "Under the leadership of my king and my friends—"

"We all have overcome the disaster of annihilation and defeated the gods who tried to determine our fate."

"This is something worth celebrating!"

"Therefore, it is your merits; no matter what the future holds, your...immortal spirit will be displayed!"

Don't hesitate to praise those who deserve praise.

Although he was usually a bit awkward, Gilgamesh never hesitated on this point.

Luo Wei and Enkidu both looked at each other and smiled.

'The king is the one who leads the people.'

'The king is the one who praises all people.'

'The king is a person who deserves to be loved by all people.'

'After defeating the gods of destruction and overcoming the disaster of destruction, the young king Gilgamesh, together with his friends, welcomed the cheers and love of all people.'

Gilgamesh opened his hands.

Below, the people were boiling.

Now, as then, he still stood above the thousands of Uruk's subjects.

But he was no longer superior.

Because behind him, there was already someone who could stand beside him.

...

The war is over.

The whole country was in an uproar.

What followed was naturally a carnival, celebrating victory and survival.

"But then, I'm afraid Gilgamesh will die of overwork again!"

It was night, and Luo Wei was sitting in his courtyard, leaning on the stone table, holding up a cup filled with ale, and looking up into the distance.

In the state of Uruk, where palaces and houses are scattered, the lights flickered like the stars in the vast sky; bonfires were lit in the four corners, and cheers were heard from every place.

But only the tallest light was the most eye-catching.

The main hall of Gilgamesh's palace was brightly lit, indicating that the King of Uruk was busy again.

When he thought about this, he couldn't help but laugh.

They were obviously the three leaders, but neither Luo Wei, Enkidu, nor Gilgamesh participated in the carnival in the city.

Both Luo Wei and Enkidu didn't like it.

Gilgamesh, however, couldn't.

To others, this was a carnival, but to the King of Uruk, it was another concept—because of the previous battle, the land now called the Mesopotamia Plain has only Uruk as a country.

Many city-states were merged with it.

If they were to follow the past, people's thinking habits, and the end of the war, everything should have returned to its original state, and the many city-states that were originally separated should have been separated by now.

But Luo Wei stopped this.

After all, as a transmigrator, he inevitably had the dream of so-called 'unification' in his heart.

This might not have been possible in his previous life, but now.

So even if it was in a foreign country.

Even if he was in another world.

However—

"They call me a sage, so I thought, I should leave something behind before I die," Luo Wei put down the cup in his hand and looked sideways.

It was precisely because of his actions that Gilgamesh became busy again in order to maintain this huge power.

However, the pros definitely outweigh the cons.

Whether it was honing one's own abilities,

Or playing a huge preventive role against Tiamat's arrival next.

Of course, Luo Wei didn't actually pay much attention to the original mother goddess.

After all, he was about to die.

It was easy to kill but difficult to save.

Moreover, dealing with Tiamat didn't need him to be there.

If she came before he died, then he would naturally face her and do his best to die at her hands—maybe take it as an end point of his destiny.

And if she didn't come before his death, then after his death, upon returning to the throne of heroes, he would obviously come back, and with his power, he would naturally be more able to protect Uruk.

"What do you think? Old man."

"I don't understand, but I know... Your Excellency, you are about to die."

"You are still so calm in the face of death. Your Excellency is indeed very kind," the old voice came slowly with the evening wind, and the old man in a cloak appeared silently on the seat next to Luo Wei.

Ziusudra, who only appeared once a few days ago and decided the direction of the entire battle with just one swing of his sword, appeared here.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Luo Wei grinned.

It was impossible for him to be afraid.

It wasn't scary in this life.

After his death, he would definitely go to the Throne of Heroes.

So why should he be afraid?

"Hahaha..." Seeing Luo Wei's free and easy look, the old man laughed, "Sage Luo Wei, your name is well deserved!"

"So now, why are you coming to me? You didn't hear my destiny and came to kill me, right?" the latter raised his eyebrows.

"Of course not," Ziusudra's answer disappointed him.

He said, "I did see the 'end' of your destiny, but I didn't hear the bell."

"Life or death is still unknown."

"No, then," Luo Wei waved his hand, "Life and death are determined by fate, and it is useless to force it."

He spoke seriously.

Now it was the old man's turn to be a little stunned.

He had seen people who were not afraid of death.

But why did it feel like Luo Wei was looking forward to death?

"I'm here to say goodbye," after considering his tone, Ziusudra said, "I no longer have my destiny in this world, so I will leave here."

"Where to go?"

"Unknown," the old man shook his head, "But in the future, you and I will definitely meet again—"

"Maybe it won't take long."

The sound dispersed, and the figure of the old man sitting next to Luo Wei disappeared in an instant.

Just as he came.

Elusive.

But Luo Wei didn't care; he just wanted to shake the ale in the glass.

In the room, Enkidu was sleeping peacefully.

Because of Luo Wei, she also had the habit of sleeping soundly on suitable occasions.

Luo Wei raised his glass.

"Then let's take advantage of this last moment to do something!"

He grinned and drank the drink in one gulp.

Then coughed softly.

The time to 'live' was getting shorter and shorter.

As he just said to Ziusudra,

Since he was now called a Sage by the people of this era,

He might as well use this name to add fire to this era and let the light of civilization burn brighter.

It can be considered as a gift for Gilgamesh as a friend before he dies!