Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

It was hissing.

Struggling is futile.

The once spirited magician Marich Zorgren is now a hideous and laughable figure.

The wasted and self-destructive past has come to a close, and the life of Matou Zoken, which went from brilliance to filth, has now come to an end.

"That's about it. Find the person and then bring them back to the Master."

Enkidu nonchalantly stepped over the dead insects on the ground, his green-haired, white-robed figure disappearing into the shadows of the room.

Chapter Sixteen: New Guests at Chihiro's House

The wind blew in from who knows where.

A fleeting glimpse of the scene came into view.

Before Shirou appeared the face of a beautiful young girl.

"I really envy you, Enkidu..."

Upon hearing this name, Shirou knew that this was not a dream.

This is a time that belongs exclusively to the distant past.

That girl envied Enkidu.

At the time, Enkidu believed that he was nothing more than a moving clay doll, and even though he could change his appearance at will, he still could not be considered a human.

Therefore, Enkidu could not understand the girl's words.

What do I have that others can envy?

"Why do you envy me?" Enkidu asked.

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"Because no matter how the world changes, your inner self remains unchanged."

"As long as there are people and land in this world, Enkidu will always be Enkidu. You are more enviable than anything else."

Following her, Enkidu learned wisdom and reason, and was taught the principles of heaven and earth.

In order to fulfill the mission that had been decided long ago, Enkidu came into being.

Shortly after that, Enkidu encountered a king.

The Golden King, from birth, felt the respect of those around him, and naturally, he was influenced by what he saw and heard, and followed the expectations of the gods and people.

He became virtuous, dignified, and courteous, adopting the demeanor of a young, wise ruler.

Because he was not human, he was revered by people and received the same respect as a god.

Because he is not a god, he is subject to the demands of the gods and feels the expectations that the gods and his mother have for him.

What he can see far exceeds the imagination of gods and humans, and may even be beyond their imagination.

The people were willing to give everything for his desires, and love and expectations were piled on this king.

But he completely failed to live up to these expectations, becoming tyrannical and eccentric in the short few years after becoming king.

The gods feared him, and the people dreaded him.

The king was completely different from his childhood self.

Dictatorship, oppressive policies, coercion, and levies—all driven by selfish desires and greed, solely for wealth and luxury.

The people of Uruk lamented.

Why did this happen?

The gods in heaven were also greatly troubled.

Upon seeing the Golden King, who had become a tyrant, Enkidu recalled his mother's whispers at the time of his birth.

"Lock, bring back that proud wedge, that is your mission."

So Enkidu went to the Golden King.

"You, will you admonish me?" The Golden King gazed at him proudly.

"Exactly, I will correct your arrogance!"

The battle with the Golden King lasted for three days and three nights.

Their battles were unprecedented and their legend continues to amaze people even today.

Countless weapons were shattered by their swings, and sparks flew in every clash.

The King of Gold possessed all the treasures in the world, and his weapons were naturally inexhaustible.

However, Enkidu remained fearless, for he could manipulate the earth, transforming it into a myriad of weapons, such as guns, swords, or bows.

The clanging of weapons echoed across the battlefield, where a fierce wind was blowing.

There were clearly only two heroes standing here.

However, they unleashed a magnificent battle, akin to a massive army, a truly epic display of force.

After this battle, they understood each other's hearts. Instead of fighting to the death, they became close friends and went through many things together.

But this is a betrayal of God's will.

Therefore, the time will come when that person and God part ways.

The rain poured down, and thunder ripped through the sky.

Beneath the dense, dark clouds, the day of divine punishment arrives.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, accompanied by a violent storm.

Waves crashed against the shore, and hurricanes unleashed tornadoes that destroyed everything.

In his defiance of God's destiny, he finally fell.

That seemingly eternal body also became on its last breath.

"Don't be sad, Jill."

"If my existence can prolong your life, then that would be the happiest and most blissful thing for me."

With his emerald green eyes fixed on his most important friend, Enkidu uttered his final words.

No... my friend!

"My only... dearest friend!"

With all his might, Wang clung tightly to the crumbling clods of earth, holding his only dearest friend.

"Unforgivable...unforgivable...! Why must you die!"

"If it is divine punishment, then punish me! It should be me who is punished!"

"Isn't all of this just my unreasonable behavior?!"

The sky is still weeping.

Although he couldn't see the faces of the people around him, the friend, whose body was on the verge of collapse, still offered Wang advice.

"Please don't be sad, I am just a weapon."

"In the future, there will definitely be many treasures that are far superior to me."

"So... I have no reason or value to make you cry."

Yes, he is just a weapon.

It's just a prop, unlike the king.

Gilgamesh is a hero.

He possessed his own soul from the very beginning.

It has its own will from the very beginning of its birth.

He is different from me, a true life.

Unlike consumables like myself, it is a precious star with true value.

I have always been looking forward to it.

I hate him for this.

Why the two of us?

Created by the same father, yet their lives are so different...

……

The dream faded.

Shirou slowly opened his eyes.

"Enkidu, is that your past...?"

Shirou stared at the gray ceiling and murmured to himself.