Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 464 In short, let's start with a meteor!
In the blink of an eye, it got dark all around.

The cold, damp rain fell, and the dense rainy night calmed Gilgamesh's mood, making him less furious than before, but it also gave rise to a deeper level of irritability.

"Caster's little trick is... a Reality Marble?"

Reality Marble is the manifestation of one's own mental landscape, replacing the surrounding "world" with one's own inner self. It is something that cannot be achieved by human power and can be considered a magic-level magic.

But it seems that's not the case.

Gilgamesh felt an abundance of magic beyond what was imaginable in the modern world; the vigorous "Great Source" was filled with divine energy, an environment that even modern magicians could not survive in.

This is the distant past, the age of gods before they parted ways with the divine!
This isn't the scenery Caster envisioned, but rather... his?
When Gilgamesh realized this, he heard the thunderous sound of waves crashing against the rocks, one after another, like the war drums in his chest beating in sync with his heartbeat.

Lightning ripped through the darkness, revealing two figures nestled together.

The golden king, kneeling on the ground, pursed his lips and remained silent, while the green figure huddled between the former's knees and arms struggled to utter his last words.

"I am just one of your many treasures. There will be many more and better treasures in the future, so there is no need to be sad."

The green figure gently stroked the golden king's cheek, speaking in a tender tone.

"But after I die, who will understand you? Who will accompany you on your journey? My friend, the thought of you living a lonely life from now on brings tears to my eyes..."

Before the words were finished, the green figure's body turned into fine soil and dissolved into the earth. The last one raised its head slightly, letting the rain wash over its body and slide down its cheeks.

The death of Enkidu is a significant turning point in the epic of Gilgamesh.

The Golden King, together with his only and most devoted friend Enkidu, who could rival him, fought against the divine beast "Bull of the Sky." The goddess Ishtar complained to the King of Gods, which angered the gods, who then ordered the death of the clay figures they had created.

Thus, Enkidu died under the curse, and Gilgamesh began to fear life and question the injustice of the gods' judgment, embarking on a journey to find the elixir of immortality.

In this journey of self-refinement, he dramatically lost the elixir at the last moment, completely liberating himself and becoming disillusioned with the gods. He officially represented humanity in breaking free from the shackles of the gods and truly beginning an era of farewell to them.

"Even though I've said it once, you really have a lot of nerve."

Gilgamesh watched this scene expressionlessly, suppressing his outward violent emotions. His calm face revealed an undeniable majesty as he coldly cast his gaze into the deep darkness.

Now he is no longer the manic patient he once was, but a true king.

"Let me state in advance that the scenes in the mental world are created by the owner. It's just that people who arrive here for the first time will subconsciously show the most memorable images. So it's not that I'm showing you, but that you are constantly depicting this scene in your mind."

In the darkness, Luke walked slowly forward, explaining with a smile.

"I just want to have a mental battle with the King of Heroes to pass the time while waiting."

In other words, you created this interlude yourself, so you only have yourself to blame.

“Description…Do you think I’m the kind of person who gets stuck in the past? This immature attitude is really annoying.”

Gilgamesh snorted coldly, looking at his past self crying in the rain, and clicked his tongue in disgust.

Hmm... There are actually people who dislike themselves?
Lu Ke rested his chin on his hand, seemingly thinking that Gilgamesh did indeed have this attribute, and among the three models—old, medium, and small—the "medium" one in front of him was probably the most disliked.

Putting myself in others' shoes, and thinking about all sorts of weirdos and freaks in the shared space, Lu Ke... indeed, it's perfectly normal to dislike yourself!
"Caster, you just said you wanted to have a match with me?"

Gilgamesh looked around, carefully experiencing the unique aspects of his mental world, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, as if he had found a good toy.

The surrounding scenery blurred rapidly, dissolving into darkness in the blink of an eye, replaced by a magnificent golden kingdom beneath a radiant sun.

Gilgamesh's soul and will were even better than Luke had imagined, and he had become familiar with how to depict the world of mental images in just a short time.

His gaze extended from the center of the world to the ends of the universe, and every place was filled with the majesty and will of a king.

All the people serve one king, each receiving what they need, with fertile fields and magnificent buildings filling the entire field of vision, and the wind carrying only intoxicating melodies.

Mesopotamia, a land of mud, clay, wheat, and sheep, has witnessed the reappearance of Uruk, buried by history.

In the heart of the city stood a towering temple, and Gilgamesh had somehow appeared at its highest point, looking down upon everything.

"Interesting! Interesting!"

Gilgamesh so easily depicted the landscape in his mind, looked around his kingdom, and let out a haughty and joyful laugh.

"Caster! Is this the scene you wanted to see? Do you want to witness the true demeanor of a king, and the prosperity of a true royal domain?"

"No, it's just that you're really asking for a beating, so I wanted to teach you a lesson."

Lu Ke's lips twitched as he looked at the magnificent city. The truth or falsehood in the world of imagination is not important. As long as the belief is strong enough, anything can be depicted. However, things that have been personally experienced are easier to depict.

Driven by the selfish desires of the "Oldest King" on the other side, Uruk's territory expanded several times over and was made even more prosperous.

That's a bit shameless, isn't it, you old-school fat tiger!
"Huh? You act like a nice guy in front of Servants like Lancer, but you reveal your cruel nature when facing me?"

Gilgamesh glanced at Luke with a half-smile, "I won't miss the twisted sense of humor in your eyes, the kind of look that treats the Holy Grail War as a game, or at most, just scenery along the way to achieve one's goal..."

"No, it's your imagination!"

Luke denied it with a serious expression, saying, "Every Servant has their own way of getting along with others. I think the only way to deal with someone like you is to beat them into submission."

"Ha, try it if you dare!"

Gilgamesh was full of vigor, with Enkidu, who had long green hair, appearing beside him, and Siduri, his assistant who held a clay tablet to record the king's words and deeds, with her eyes lowered.

Behind him, an army stretching as far as the eye could see appeared in his depiction, every soldier fully armed, the warriors of the Age of Gods raising their weapons, their fighting spirit high.

"Come on, let me see what kind of army you, who claims to have saved the world and is humanity's last Master, can create!"

The mighty army of the gods surged toward Luke at their master's command. Thousands of horses galloped, their momentum magnificent, forming a breathtaking epic.

Luke looked up with a smile as he watched the invincible army charge forward.

"In your words, let's witness the end of the dream."

The mental world was divided because of Luke's actions; the golden sun was split in the middle, and the brilliant gold was forced back.

Night fell on the opposite side of Uruk, and in the blink of an eye, half of the Golden King's glory was usurped.

As a "Master", Luke should naturally depict "Servants"!
"Then, let's start with a firework as the opening ceremony!" Luke sketched out a robust figure, a servant dressed simply with healthy wheat-colored skin, holding a bow and arrow, named Arash, the origin of the concept of "archer".

"O Lord who bestows upon me the radiance of wisdom, dignity, and strength, behold my sincerity, my conviction, and my power!"

The depicted Arash seemed to know exactly what he was going to do, immediately unleashing his Noble Phantasm.

“Stella!”

An unimaginably powerful strike silenced the world. A dazzling meteor streaked across the sky, captivating all the senses. The legendary Persian weapon that ended the war between two nations and tore through 2,500 kilometers in a single blow was recreated at this moment.

Faced with the attack that shot down stars and reached the realm of gods, everything in its path turned to ashes. The core of the golden army was swallowed up by the torrent that tore the world apart before it could even scream.

"Nani?!"

Gilgamesh, who had expected a battle between the two sides and was completely unprepared for the turn of events, narrowed his eyes and a look of astonishment flashed across his face, but it quickly turned into a louder and longer laugh.

"I underestimated you, Caster, but this is far from enough!"

Gilgamesh coldly waved his hand, and the annihilated army was redrawn, its numbers multiplied several times over. Golden ripples surged like ocean waves, and the Gates of Babylon opened fully.

Countless precious artifacts were deployed, and various divine weapons were given to the soldiers as if they were free. Mortars and other similar devices were added to the city walls, and a massive amount of artifacts were also deployed there.

"Come on, Caster! Let me see more!"

"Don't worry, this is just an appetizer, King Gilgamesh."

Faced with an opponent who was clearly a level above him, Lu Ke was slightly intrigued and responded with a smile.

A shooting star streaked across the sky, transforming into a resolute and beautiful saintess. Her true name, Joan of Arc, was the first to be depicted, waving her banner to offer protection.

Like dominoes falling, the second meteor became a tyrant of the Roman Empire, the third a ruler of the Oceanus Sea, and the fourth a rebellious and reckless knight…

A spectacular meteor shower fell from the sky. Countless heroes from different eras and backgrounds, good or bad, real or fake, old or young, descended upon this place, forging an unparalleled army of Servants.

Such a scene is too magnificent to be described in the slightest, no matter how moving the words may be!

Even Gilgamesh was shocked by this scene. It was a spectacle that even the oldest king had never seen before, as if all of human history had come together to fight against some kind of calamity, and he himself was among them.

But he was worthy of being a hero-king who dared to rebel against the gods, and he retained a self that could not be tainted by the evils of this world. After only a moment of astonishment, he let out an extremely excited shout.

In the real world, Uruk would undoubtedly be easily breached. Even the battle lines that could resist the goddess Gorgon, who possessed the authority of the "mother of all beasts," would be quickly defeated in the face of hundreds of Servants.

But in the realm of mental imagery, will is the standard by which everything is measured!

With this belief, Gilgamesh launched a fearless charge with an invincible momentum.

Luke smiled and waved, signaling the drawn army of followers to go forward.

All the clouds in the sky dispersed for the two sides in the battle, and the wind howled across the land as the golden kingdom was swept up in an epic and magnificent war.

Interesting!
Luke, who maintained the same level of strength as Gilgamesh, genuinely enjoyed the experience. The fun of commanding his powerful army in a chaotic battle against the enemy was more interesting than he had imagined.

It's tens of thousands of times better than intense command card games.

They were depicted time and again, and died on the battlefield time and time again, in an endless cycle. The boundary between life and death became blurred, but the atmosphere of fanaticism intensified.

The ultimate concentration and the infinite expansion collide endlessly. Thousands of heroic souls rush to fight under the guidance of their leaders. The two armies collide like a torrent, and the turmoil sweeping across the world spreads out in circles of destructive light.

Gradually, the pace of both matches slowed down, both in terms of the intensity of the attacks and the number of replays. Human strength is not inexhaustible, nor is mental strength.

Gilgamesh's fighting spirit remained undiminished. However, a wave of mental exhaustion washed over him, dimming his gaze and weakening him.

As the battle drew to a close, neither side began to create new subordinates, and the ancient horns resounded to the ends of the earth.

Luke squinted his eyes with considerable enjoyment as he watched the Berserker Hercules, who was the last survivor, tear apart the Uruk soldier who had stubbornly survived to the end, before turning into light and dissipating.

"What a satisfying battle!"

Gilgamesh, panting heavily, had an astonishingly bright eye. His gaze toward Luke no longer held hostility, but instead showed signs of approval.

"I acknowledge you, Fujimaru Ritsuka!"

"Among the Servants I've encountered in this Holy Grail War, I would say you are the strongest in terms of willpower!"

“I feel the same way, Gilgamesh.”

Lu Ke nodded with satisfaction. Originally, he didn't like this grumpy golden creature and was even thinking of messing with it or corrupting it.

However, he was quite satisfied with this strategy game. It wasn't a huge surprise, but it was definitely enjoyable.

For a Servant, Gilgamesh's performance was indeed quite good, so we can put him aside for now.

Just as Luke was thinking this, he heard the voice of the King of Heroes.

"If it's you, it's fine to make an exception once in a while. Let me see your true colors and how you behave in other possibilities."

Gilgamesh doesn't explore the essence of everyone who is recognized, but that meteor shower in the sky was so breathtaking that even the King of Heroes seemed to admire it.

So, I couldn't help but want to really understand it.

What the hell?

Lu Ke's face twitched as he noticed that Jin Shanshan's eyes were naturally emitting a faint light, and he also sensed that he was being spied on.

This is a bit bad. If he were outside, even the highest-level "clairvoyant" or "omniscient star" wouldn't be able to see through him if he didn't want to.

But this is Gilgamesh's mental world, a place where souls collide directly.

"Ugh... Ahhhhhh!!!"

The next second, the reckless explorer let out a heart-wrenching scream.

(End of this chapter)