I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

Rick was speechless for a moment, unsure of what expression to use.

"Well, don't worry about it," the traveler chuckled softly. "Um... could I, a traveler, have a place to rest?"

"..." So the three people in front of them turned around and whispered to each other for a while.

Then Rick turned his head and said, "Okay, but I have one condition: I hope you can guarantee our safety."

"Well, no problem."

The light gleaming in those pale golden eyes gave one a sense of great reliability.

"You can rest assured that your safety is in my hands."

……

Two days later——

"Are we almost there?" the traveler asked, handing a piece of bread from his hand to the man next to him named Ivan.

He was a rather generous fellow, and his personality suited the traveler's tastes perfectly. Having traveled to countless worlds, the traveler preferred those brave souls who dared to sacrifice themselves to those aloof kings or wise saints.

"Haha, of course, young man, how about I marry my daughter to you?"

"Then let's forget about it..." The traveler smiled and shook his head. "Uncle, you should lead the way."

Along the way, the traveler did indeed protect the safety of the people in front of him, just as he had said.

So-called demon species? Sorry, as long as there is a flash of golden ripples around the traveler and a golden weapon flies out, the demon species will die.

Orcs? In the midst of swordplay, they're nothing but a pile of minced meat.

Such formidable strength, ironically, made Rick feel uneasy.

the reason is simple.

because--

Humans in this world are far too fragile.

The constant wars in this world are caused by a total of fifteen races—

Compared to those monsters, it is almost a miracle that humanity was able to survive this war.

Because humans are the weakest race, physically frail, with a magic adaptability of zero, they cannot use magic, and may not even be aware that someone has used magic on them.

Moreover, humans are the only race not created by gods.

It evolved naturally.

Although the young man in front of us claims to be human, who knows if he is a so-called divine being?

Gods... no, those other races are all bastards!

Rick gritted his teeth, a fierce look flashing in his eyes.

Rick, would you like some jerky?

"Ah, thank you." Rick accepted the large piece of food from the traveler, somewhat moved.

The man in front of me is simply too incredible.

“Hey, traveler, why do you want to help us?” Rick asked.

"Why should I help you?" The traveler shrugged. "Although I've lost some things, at the end of the day, I'm still human, aren't I?"

Rick was speechless at the traveler's words.

You can't get anything out of them at all.

Besides knowing that the person in front of me comes from a so-called other world.

Rick is leading the travelers to a settlement that requires them to continue through a desolate wilderness where blue-gray dust falls, and deeper into a snow-covered forest.

Located at the foot of a sharp, protruding rocky mountain, in a hidden cave.

From the outside, the cave looked no different from any other wild animal den.

However, as you go further inside, you will see half-rotten pillars and several old oil lamps hanging there.

Rick took one of the oil lamps, took out his tinderbox from his pocket, and lit it.

Guided by the dim orange light, the four of them made their way into the tunnel that had been dug deep inside the cave.

And so, keeping watch for traps meant to protect them from wild animals, they ventured deeper and came to see an outer wall constructed of many sturdy logs. This was a gate built to prevent wolves or bears from accidentally crossing the traps and wandering in.

The traveler glanced at the wall and guessed that it could only keep out some wild beasts at best. After all, if other races invaded, the wall would be of no use at all.

Rick approached the door and knocked forcefully and rhythmically—then waited.

Finally, with a creaking sound, the door slowly opened from the inside, and a boy wearing a fur cloak poked his head out.

"Welcome back, you've worked hard."

"Yes, we brought back a new recruit who survived the aftermath of the attack."

Based on what the traveler had seen and learned in the past few days, he understood the meaning of this sentence very well.

Because those bastards, they still use high-powered weapons to ravage the world; the aftershocks of these weapons can easily destroy a human settlement.

So when Rick told the traveler that there were still more than two thousand humans in that settlement, the traveler couldn't help but sigh.

It's a miracle that such a world has such a large number of humans.

The boy in the fur cloak stepped aside to let the travelers in.

The traveler smiled politely at the boy, then turned back to continue looking ahead.

After passing through the door, the cave is a spacious and open area.

That place is now a secret base that houses nearly two thousand people.

They secured their drinking water by relying on springs that gushed from deep within the caves, and also raised livestock in areas where they could see the sky.

Of the two entrances, the other leads to a bay on the coast where salt and fish can be obtained.

For humans who would die if they encountered an enemy outside, this place can be considered a safe haven.

This thick rock wall can also withstand, at a minimum, stray bullets from other races fighting.

—Although that is just wishful thinking on human part.

The traveler glanced at the mountain wall. He could easily destroy such a thing himself. Some of the weapons used by those races were even comparable to the anti-city Noble Phantasms of the Type-Moon world, and some even had the power of a nuclear bomb.

If that kind of thing were to be used casually...

No, if someone is determined, this weapon could kill everyone here instantly.

Although travelers can easily defend themselves against these messy things using their own methods, that's probably only true for themselves.

A look of contempt and disdain flashed in the traveler's eyes. Those gods must have started the war for their own selfish desires.

"The gods of this world are a bunch of trash," the traveler cursed.

"What's wrong? Have you seen any other gods?"

"I suppose so," the traveler smiled slightly. "He's quite an interesting fellow."

“But your hair is really long…” Rick said.

"Because that goddess really likes my hair. Whenever I mention cutting my hair, she cries in front of me. I'm a soft-hearted person, so I've kept it."

However, upon closer inspection, the young man's long hair is indeed very handsome, but his face does look rather... effeminate, doesn't it?

“You are,” Rick smiled, “truly an incredible person.”

"Well, I guess so..."

Rick climbed the wooden stairs and stepped into the settlement.

Residents working in the square spotted him and their eyes turned to him.

A young girl suddenly appeared and ran through the crowd.

Despite her petite and slender figure, her bright hair and blue eyes shone with the radiance of life, even in this cave.

The girl ran up to Rick and shouted her first words:

"It's been too long! How much more do you want me to worry before you're satisfied, you little brother?!"

"I got back as quickly as possible," Rick said helplessly, placing his luggage on the ground.

"Kron, did anything happen while I was away?"

"Call me 'sister.' How many times do I have to tell you, you idiot—"

The girl, known as Kron, pouted and nodded vigorously while correcting him.

"Well, it's alright, at least nothing serious happened that needs to be reported—by the way, hurry up and take off that dirty cloak and rawhide, I need to take it to wash!"

Kron patted Rick's dusty head without any politeness and said this to him.

"Alec and Ivan, you too, thank you for your hard work!"

Kron took Rick's cloak and a lot of equipment, and then spoke to Aray and Ivan, who were standing behind Rick.

At that moment, she saw the white-haired young man.

"Hello, you are……"

"A cowardly fellow who barely survived," the traveler said, repeating the story he had agreed upon with Rick on the road. "He just barely escaped with his life."

The traveler has been spared a life countless times.

This time, the opponents were just some alien races with high-powered weapons.

Kron's eyes dimmed. "I'm sorry..."

"No, it's alright," the traveler smiled. "But I'm very tired... Could you arrange a room for me?"

“Ah, of course.” Kron nodded.

At this moment, Ivan's daughter and Ivan's wife also ran over.

The sight of the family enjoying themselves made the traveler smile as well.

“Your room is over here…” So Kron led the traveler to that room. “This is where you will rest.”

"I'm sorry to trouble you." The traveler nodded. "And thank you."