I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

“What is it…” Jill murmured in anguish.

"Host... it's a little faster than I expected. You've already lost control of the Omniscient and Omnipotent Star. You can't even control the incomplete part of its omniscience anymore?" Template's voice rang out.

Is the ability to be an omniscient and omnipotent star really so easy to inherit?

This statement stunned Jill.

“That’s right. Even a fragmented, incomplete omniscient and omnipotent star is not so easy to inherit. Even if you can use it briefly, it will place a huge burden on your mind. This burden cannot be supported by E’s mind alone.” Template explained the details in detail.

"Nothing...the Omniscient and Omnipotent Star wasn't completely sealed away?" Jill asked, feeling the burning and tearing pain in her head lessen.

"Because it's Gilgamesh, do you think someone who can stand out among so many heroes and be called the pinnacle of the Throne of Heroes would so easily let you inherit his power?" Template's voice was still that inorganic voice, but Gilgamesh keenly sensed that something was wrong.

"Impossible! The great power that created you couldn't possibly not completely seal Gilgamesh's abilities...! Or rather, I myself am a fake, or a counterfeit! And most likely, a flawed one!" Gilgamesh thought of many things in an instant.

"Insufficient permissions, unable to access..."

"Tch!" Jill cursed.

Gil also understood why his stats for durability and agility were so different from what he knew Gilgamesh to be.

It is very likely that it has been sealed or suppressed.

"Tch... How despicable." Jill sneered. "But that's what makes it more interesting..."

……

Go home.

“…Huh?” Jill felt the door had been opened before she arrived.

Squinting, Jill raised her hand and took out a longsword from the Gate of Babylon, a magical sword called Gram.

Jill pushed open the door and saw someone who surprised her.

"Alice Tria?" Jill looked at her with a puzzled expression.

“Yes, King of Heroes, using such means to break in was a last resort…” Alice Tria looked at Gil, “Something has happened to me.”

“Tell me about it.” Jill returned Gram to the Gate of Babylon and gestured to the sofa in the living room, indicating that the other should sit down.

So, the knight girl sat down on the sofa.

Jill made herself a cup of instant coffee and also made one for Alice.

"Go ahead."

“Momika was killed by Altair.” Alice’s hand holding the cup trembled slightly, and you could see that the cup was slightly broken.

"...It's not surprising. After all, if that girl had stayed with Altair, she probably wouldn't have been able to tolerate someone who kept interfering without helping and even hindering the fight."

Jill took a sip of her coffee. "Do you accept my proposal?"

“Ah, if that’s the case, for the sake of my allies…” Alice Tria agreed with Jill’s suggestion, “I will accept your suggestion.”

“That’s good…” Jill nodded. “Then I need your help with something.”

"You tell me?"

"if only……"

……

“Yes, I know.” Jill nodded. “That mop spirit’s ability is the so-called Myriad Manifestations. All the secondary settings are treated as her own abilities.”

Jill watched the ripples unfold around her, chains slowly wrapping around her arms. "But I will not lose."

On the other end of the phone, Meteora sounded anxious, "But..."

“It’s alright, believe me, I’m stronger than all of you…much stronger!” Gilles squinted. “However, after I use a certain Noble Phantasm, I might be negated by the rules of this world and ejected from this world. So that Noble Phantasm is my last trump card!”

“I understand. Shall we get in touch again?” Meteora asked.

"Ah, I know," Jill said with a slightly troubled look. "Honestly, do you have to dump all the trouble on me?"

"Feel sorry……"

“There’s no need for that. Your Majesty will grant your requests as long as they’re not too unreasonable, won’t you?” Gil smiled slightly. “Then, let’s proceed according to your plan. I will provide the necessary magical items to help you, or I can take matters into my own hands!”

"Personally taking the lead?"

"Well, that's settled then. You can rest assured about what I do," Gilles said with a slight smile.

“Okay, then let’s keep in touch,” Meteora nodded and said.

“Well, leave it to me. But if I’m not mistaken, more creations will appear soon,” Jill said, watching the fleeting scene before her eyes.

The burning sensation in my head is really annoying.

Jill's eyes flickered. "Let's keep in touch. I'll step in if necessary."

"please."

"Ah."

Jill hung up the phone and looked at the sky. "What a gloomy sky."

Jill waved her hand. "But even the darkest sky is just covered by clouds... I... can see the sunshine of the future, right?"

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Privilege Enhancement

Jill looked at the wallet in her hand.

Which one is it now?

Hmm... I might as well just exchange all of it for gold and then trade it for world currency!

and many more……

It seems like there's a lot of gold in my Gate of Babylon!

"Host, don't even think about it. The gold produced by the template itself cannot be exchanged for world currency, including the gold in your Gate of Babylon."

"Tch, I knew it." Jill curled her lip. "What's the gold-to-world currency exchange rate?"

"Fifty grams of gold can be exchanged for one world currency."

"How heartless!"

"No, this exchange is specifically for the host. Because the host possesses the Golden Rule skill, and it's even reached the A-level Golden Rule. So there's no need to worry about the gold content at all, which is why the template has made such a high-level exchange for the host."

"Tsk, what a terrible targeting situation. It's like an assassin and tank teaming up to target a marksman in a MOBA game," Jill complained.

"The template cannot deny the host's words, but if it does, then there is no point in training for the host."

“Tch, I got it,” Jill said.

"The template indicates that the host's growth makes the template happy."

"What are you so happy about?"

"Is there enough time, a full six months?" Jill looked at the sky. "Then I'll have plenty of time to prepare."

"Template, request access to Level D permissions."

"Beep... Initiating access control assessment—"

The template also showed Jill how to elevate her privileges.

Each level of permission upgrade requires a certain degree of assessment.

The assessment required to upgrade from E-level to D-level privileges is—

Combat assessment.

……

hum...

The space has changed.

The world before Jill's eyes was filled with a deep blue field, like a starry sky.

Standing opposite Jill is—

Munakata Reisi, the King of Blue.

“Hey, this is the worst opponent in terms of compatibility.” Jill said with a wry smile, and then a golden ripple on the side spat out a sword hilt, which Jill drew.

He raised the gram in his hand and aimed it at the other person.

"Munakata, draw your sword!" As the sword-drawing ceremony proceeded, Munakata drew his long sword.

"Drink!" Jill took a step forward, charging towards her opponent amidst red flames.

Munakata clashed with Gilgamesh's attack, pointing his sword, Sirius, at Gilgamesh's Gram.

"Clang!" Gilles and Munakata's swords clashed, sparks flying.

“No! Gram is definitely sharper than that guy’s sword!” Jill was a little stunned.

"Beep... To prevent the host from cheating, the opponent's weapon level is the same as the host's weapon. This is a trial given to the host by the template. Without sufficient strength, the host cannot unlock higher privileges!"

"Tch!" Jill waved the Gram. "It's nothing but a mere imposter!"

"After all, that guy is a king. Although I dislike him, his actions are undeniable; he's a true king," Jill roared. "So, you mere imposter, get out of my way!"

A faint golden glow emanated from the Gram.

"Gram!" Gilles unleashed the true name of his Noble Phantasm, countless rays of light swirling around its blade. "Die, imposter!"

The sword of victory was swept out, and Munakata Reisi was almost unable to resist and was defeated in one blow!

"Beep... First trial of host privilege upgrade completed, second trial begins."

The sound jolted Jill awake, and she gripped the Ghulam tightly in her hand.

Then, a huge figure appeared.

It was a monster wielding a stone sword, its body a dark blue-green color.

A face... or rather, that monster didn't have a face at all.

Having played a certain notorious grind-heavy game in his past life, Jill still understood what it was.

The Guardian... has a foot called the Guardian... cough cough, I mean the Guardian's domineering skill.