Chapter 114: The Birth of Uruk – Gilgamesh’s Grand Vision

The golden throne gleamed under the dim light of the ancient temple as Gilgamesh sat, one leg casually crossed over the other, his posture that of a king who had already conquered the world. His eyes, glowing with the light of ancient kingship, scanned the room where his newly recruited talents stood before him.

The Land of Demons had been a forgotten corner of the world—until now. It was here, in this desolate yet promising land, that Gilgamesh had chosen to establish his kingdom. His kingdom. Uruk would rise once again, its grandeur restored by his hands.

With a wave of his hand, he gestured for silence. The room quieted immediately, and Gilgamesh spoke, his voice echoing with authority.

"This world shall now witness the birth of Uruk."

The declaration rang through the chamber, sending a ripple of awe through his subjects. It wasn't just an announcement; it was a proclamation of dominance, a promise that from this day forth, the world would bow before him. But even Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, knew that no kingdom could thrive on his will alone. He had recruited talents—worthy individuals who had proven their loyalty and potential—and it was time to assess their progress.

Gilgamesh returned his gaze to the open window, overlooking the vast landscape of the Land of Demons. "This place has enough people for me to rule," he mused aloud, his tone calm but brimming with ambition. "And from here, we shall expand outward."

Standing before him were the individuals he had recently recruited—Shinno, Hiruko, and the trio of orphans: Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan. They had been gathered through various trials, yet now they stood as the foundation of his new empire. Each had their own talents, their own strengths, and they would be crucial to building Uruk's future.

He turned his eyes back to them, one brow raised in a regal gesture. "Now then," he commanded, his voice sharp as a blade. "Step forward. One by one. Tell me your experiences from before and after I graced this world with my presence. Compare the two. Speak of the good and bad. I expect honesty, or I will find your silence... disrespectful."

The last word carried a dangerous edge, sending shivers down the spine of every person in the room. None wanted to test the temper of the King of Heroes.

The first to step forward was Yahiko, always brimming with confidence. He smiled a little, giving Gilgamesh a respectful bow. "Before you came into our lives, we were wandering, without purpose. Just kids trying to survive. Now, we've got direction. We're building something real, something that'll change the world."

Gilgamesh's lips curled. "You've always been the type to speak with flair. But what of the challenges? Surely the journey has not been without its burdens."

Yahiko hesitated, then grinned sheepishly. "Well... it's tough trying to meet your standards. You don't exactly make things easy."

Gilgamesh chuckled. "Easy? I do not deal in triviality. Only those who rise to the challenge can stand beside me. And you, Yahiko, have the potential to lead. But don't mistake potential for guarantee."

Yahiko's smile tightened, and he nodded. "Understood."

Next was Hiruko, who slunk forward with a sinister grin, his body already altered by the experiments that defined him. "Before you, I was nothing but a shadow, King Gilgamesh," he rasped. "I lived on the fringes, constantly seeking power. Now, under your rule, I am... evolving."

Gilgamesh's gaze turned sharp. "Evolution without control is meaningless. You will serve me, Hiruko, but only if you maintain the discipline I expect. Do not let ambition consume you to the point of recklessness."

Hiruko bowed deeply. "I won't disappoint you, my king."

Gilgamesh waved him off, his attention shifting to Shinno, who approached reluctantly. There was a tension in Shinno's stance, a residual defiance despite his defeat.

Shinno clenched his fists. "Before this... I was driven by hatred. By revenge against Konoha. Now, I'm... still figuring out what it means to serve a king instead of myself."

Gilgamesh leaned back, his eyes narrowing. "You are a broken sword, Shinno. Sharpen your edge, and you may prove useful to me. But know this—if you cling to the past, you will only dull yourself further. Revenge is a tool, not a purpose. Serve me, and I will give you strength beyond that petty goal."

Shinno gritted his teeth but bowed. "Understood."

Finally, it was Nagato and Konan's turn. Konan stepped forward first, her voice quiet but resolute. "Before we met you, we fought only for survival. Now... we fight for something greater."

Gilgamesh smiled, pleased with her response. "Indeed. And you, Nagato?" His gaze fixed on the red-haired boy with the Rinnegan.

Nagato looked up, his eyes filled with an unspoken power. "I was given this burden, this power, but no direction. Under you... I've found a path."

Gilgamesh nodded slowly. "You carry a power that even I respect. Do not squander it."

The room fell silent, and Gilgamesh stood from his throne, his golden armor glinting under the torchlight. "You all have grown under my rule, but do not mistake progress for perfection. We are only at the beginning. Uruk has been born, but it will take more than mere ambition to expand and conquer."

His gaze sharpened. "There are many in this world who would challenge us—Lelouch, Uchiha Madara, and even Yuta. But make no mistake, this kingdom will rise, and all who oppose us will be crushed beneath our feet."

The King's Vision – A Glimpse into the Mind of Gilgamesh

As the night fell over the Land of Demons, Gilgamesh found himself standing alone on the balcony of his new palace. The stars above glittered like jewels, reflecting the wealth and power he intended to amass in his new kingdom. The land stretched out before him, a vast expanse waiting to be tamed and ruled.

But as he stood there, a strange feeling crept over him—a sensation he hadn't felt in a long time. It was... loneliness. For all his grandeur and power, there was a certain solitude that came with being a king. He had surrounded himself with capable individuals, yes, but none were his equal. None could truly understand the weight of the crown he wore.

In that moment, Gilgamesh allowed his mind to wander, to recall a companion from a time long past. Enkidu.

He closed his eyes, and for a brief second, it was as if Enkidu stood beside him once more. "Gilgamesh," the imagined voice said, soft but firm, "Do you truly believe this world can be shaped as you wish it?"

Gilgamesh smirked, his eyes still closed. "Of course. This world is mine to mold. It may take time, but I will see Uruk rise to glory once more."

The phantom of Enkidu remained silent for a moment before speaking again. "And what of the people here? They are not like those of your original kingdom. They may not be ready for the world you envision."

Gilgamesh's smirk widened. "They will be ready. I will make them ready. Those who survive will be strong, and those who fall will have never been worthy of Uruk in the first place."

The imagined figure of Enkidu—an old memory, long buried but never forgotten—remained by his side, their presence serene. "You are as determined as ever, my friend. But remember, even a king cannot force the world to bend without consequence."

Gilgamesh opened his eyes, and the image of Enkidu faded into the night air. A moment of silence passed, and he let out a small, amused laugh. "Consequences are inevitable, Enkidu. But I have never feared them. This world... will bow to me."

He allowed the memory to slip away, but a part of him lingered on it. Enkidu's absence was like a faint echo in his heart, a reminder that even kings were not immune to the loss of those they held dear.

With a sigh, Gilgamesh turned his gaze back to the horizon, his eyes hardening once more. "Let them come," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let them challenge me. I will show them the true meaning of kingship."

And so, the King of Heroes stood alone on his balcony, his thoughts filled with the past and the future alike. His kingdom would rise, his enemies would fall, and the world would know the name of Uruk once more. But somewhere, deep in the recesses of his mind, the memory of Enkidu remained—a silent companion, watching over him as he forged ahead on his grand path of conquest.

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Gilgamesh stood in the silence of the night, the cool breeze brushing against his face as he surveyed his new kingdom. The stars above twinkled, reflecting the vastness of his ambition. His thoughts drifted back to the conversation he had imagined with Enkidu. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips—perhaps the only person who ever truly challenged him was his old friend. 

But Enkidu was not here. No one was. Gilgamesh's path was solitary, and that was how it had always been.

"Uruk shall rise again," he whispered to the wind, his voice resolute. "And this world will be mine to shape."

As he turned to leave the balcony, a sudden thought crossed his mind. The path ahead was filled with challenges—Lelouch, Uchiha Madara, and even Yuta. But these were nothing compared to the foes he had vanquished in the past. He relished the thought of conflict, of proving his superiority once again.

His eyes narrowed, gleaming with determination. "Let them come," he muttered, "and they will witness the power of a true king."

With that, Gilgamesh left the balcony, the seeds of his empire already taking root in the soil of the Land of Demons.