It's Time

"Have you heard? That strange gold coin is a direct pass to those flying ships, and they say they'll take us on a tour."

"Could it be? Did Prince Gilgamesh give us this gift when he concluded his engagement with Miss Eris-sama?"

"It's incredible; I never thought I could get on a ship like that, let alone be one of the first to do so. I still believe that of all the princes, Gilgamesh is the one who has made himself the most known."

"Is that happening in a few days?"

"Yes, even the feudal lords will visit that place with us. This is incredible. However, I heard that not everyone has that kind of opportunity."

"That's true; I heard some even sold their coin for a high price to get some money."

"I won't sell mine. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so I'm going to get on that flying ship. Money doesn't matter; I won't become rich, and even if I do, what will happen if I die the next day?"

Rumors were spreading, and the news not only shook the city of Roa but also other nobles in neighboring cities. Obviously, everyone was interested in these flying ships since they had completely disrupted the distribution business throughout the kingdom. It was said that the owner of the Uruk Tower, which distributed these beautiful means of transportation, had never been known before.

If these types of ships were to spread to all continents, numerous businesses would be ruined, such as seafaring. Who would want to risk their life navigating the dangerous waters of the sea when they could fly over it?

This obviously brought a lot of envy and a desire to find out how these ships were constructed. However, every attempt to approach a Uruk Tower or one of its workers ended in a very regrettable situation for both the one who tried it and the one who sent them.

And all of that was because they ended up mysteriously dead...

Many had not noticed, but the Asura Kingdom had changed very slowly but noticeably. Now, nowhere could you find slaves, and if somehow you did, all those people, along with the source of the sale, would end up being killed. It's not that someone with a good heart had prevented it from happening, but rather that buyers who wanted it all for themselves were everywhere in the kingdom.

The only feasible way now for others was to travel to another kingdom and buy slaves from there, then return to the Asura Kingdom with those slaves. But this method was slowly becoming more complicated over the months because these men in black would appear, and if you were found by them, you would die in the worst possible way.

The forces of Uruk were becoming so powerful that they now enjoyed thousands of warriors and hundreds of thousands of workers, distributors, administrators, researchers, and many other jobs that did not come to light.

The illegal network was controlled by the Pichones, led by Simon, while all the warriors who passed the test were accepted under the wing of Uruk's warriors. Needless to say, there were thousands of Sword King warriors, hundreds of Sword Emperors, and dozens of Sword Gods.

The blood ritual Gilgamesh used on the most talented was so effective that it could expand his power further if he wished, but only those who chose to take up his sword became worthy of that baptism of blood.

As for the mages, there were methods to expand their perception of magic, intuition, magic reserves, and their talent to manipulate it. However, their growth was much slower than that of aura warriors. Swordsmen were the best weapon currently in the hands of Gilgamesh on a global scale.

On the other hand, businesses were the source of Gilgamesh's wealth. New methods of gambling, betting, incredible battles in the Coliseums, restaurants with never-before-seen cuisine, modern clothing, new inventions, new jewelry, and magical accessories—all sorts of small things brought great fortune to Gilgamesh, and thanks to his blessing, every business was a resounding success.

Those auction houses knew they would be slowly consumed, and in the end, they decided to sell their monopoly to the Black Pearl Auction House, gradually taking complete control. The loyalty contract enforced by Gilgamesh was the main source of success for his businesses, but what truly flourished in the hearts of those who followed him was their love for life.

He had not only earned the respect of returning hundreds of elven slaves to the forest and hundreds of young beast children to their respective homes, but those races had also accepted his protection in exchange for their loyalty.

The dwarf villages accepted his care, and powerful guards were secretly established—so strong that unless a Sword God or magic-wielder came personally, no one else would dare to destroy those villages or kidnap their inhabitants.

Everyone knew only one name, Gilgamesh, who was their sole savior.

Of course, Gilgamesh had a very special reason for doing all this: if, in the future, the Human God decided to enter the minds of neighboring kingdoms, and they decided to start a war, at least a certain group of people would know the truth.

Gilgamesh wanted to clean up the trash of this world. His goal was not to make it perfect but to teach everyone to live according to the values of life. He wanted to demonstrate that as long as they accepted it, they would never live in fear again. As long as others accepted it, they would never wish only to die.

In the end, Gilgamesh would participate in another war, but he knew perfectly well that he could not afford to die in this one. This time, he would create a just world where there was no need for slavery, fear of living, racial discrimination, or useless nobles.

Nobles were meant to protect the people; if they couldn't do that, it meant they were not deserving of being nobles. Only those willing to change the world were noble. In the final moments of his life, Gilgamesh only called commoners "Mongrels." In fact, he greatly appreciated his people, and only those who were poison to his territory deserved that insult.

Here, he would teach everyone to live differently, where the value of life was instilled in all those who wanted to live.

...

"My lord, the preparations are ready." Alastor bowed slightly as he looked at Gilgamesh's straight back.

"You will oversee the reconstruction of this region. Remember that every detail must be accounted for so that no divine being can pry into my new city," Gilgamesh turned and looked at Alastor. "After Sauros' request for the reconstruction of Fittoa and the Crown's rejection of aid to the affected is announced, eliminate the obstacles from the Notos family, and have Philip take charge of that family with his grandfather, supporting their rise to power."

"Are you still planning for Sauros to become the prime minister?" Alastor asked with a calm but cold gaze.

"Yes, do everything you can to make it happen. If it reaches the point where it cannot be achieved, give this letter to the king and let him contemplate his decision," Gilgamesh took out a letter and handed it to Alastor.

"Your orders will be sent through the communication channels. I wish you luck on your journey, my lord," Alastor bowed slightly before disappearing.

"Are you sure it will work?" Gilgamesh asked a female figure that materialized behind him.

"My lord, your plans are always perfect."

"Then ensure that no apostle ruins my plans, eliminate them all if necessary."