At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

Meanwhile, in the Temple of Venus, Ishtar sat lazily on her throne, her smile barely concealed, her legs crossed excitedly, her toes swinging back and forth.

She watched the whole time Gilgamesh fell, and when Gilgamesh saw the current state of Uruk, he was genuinely ashamed of himself and even praised her.

Pfft—Hahahaha, that's hilarious, Gilgamesh, Gilgamesh.

She has carefully preserved this video, intending to place it in the temple, play it every day, and also place it in front of Gilgamesh.

"Here it comes!" Ishtar exclaimed excitedly, quickly straightening her posture.

It should be noted that even in Uruk during the Age of Gods, that scoundrel Gilgamesh never came to pay her respects, and even opposed her every day. In the end, she could not defeat him and could only run away to live in the temple on the mountain.

Now she's going to repay Gilgamesh a hundredfold, a thousandfold, and let him taste the bitterness of humiliation, hahahahaha...

Gilgamesh and Enkidu, led by Adair, ascended the steps leading to the temple. The steps were long, but they covered them in no time.

"The goddess is usually in the temple at night. Please allow me to ask her permission first."

Adel said, and then walked into the temple. He saw the goddess sitting on her throne and quickly bowed.

"Great goddess of harvest, goddess of love and beauty, mistress of Venus, Ishtar, Adel requests permission."

"Step down, Adel, I already know." Ishtar waved her hand and said, "It's so late, you should go and rest. Even if you have advanced to the fifth rank, sleep is still very important for humans."

"Yes, Goddess." After saying this, Adel slowly stepped back, looked at Gilgamesh and Enkidu and gave them a thumbs up, indicating that they should keep going.

"Please enter, humble pilgrim who beholds the glory and magnificence of this goddess." Ishtar's voice was steady, but her expression was already on the verge of collapse.

“That tone and voice…” Gilgamesh’s cheeks twitched slightly. Wasn’t this the idiot who descended to the Seventh Singularity through a medium? No, no, no, it might just be that the voice is similar. How could that kind of idiot have guided humanity to develop like this?

Gilgamesh and Enkidu entered the temple and looked up at the throne high above. Enkidu was fine, but Gilgamesh's cheeks twitched violently, as if he had eaten a mouthful of excrement covered in flies, his whole face scrunched up.

"Oh~ Isn't this the incompetent Gilgamesh? I'm so glad that you've come to pay homage to this goddess so respectfully and humbly." Ishtar's expression was unrestrained and smug as she looked down at Gilgamesh, her face practically splitting with laughter. She lifted her foot and wiggled her toes.

"Since that's the case, this goddess will generously reward you, you lowly and incompetent one, by licking your toes."

Chapter 237: Rome Welcomes Its Emperor, Um!

"..." Gilgamesh's expression twisted as he looked at the familiar goddess who was beaming with pride on the high throne. At this moment, he felt that this magnificent temple was a cesspool full of flies and maggots, which had defiled his body and mind.

The goddess Venus, praised by the people of this land, is actually this idiotic goddess.

How could this be! With the abilities of this idiotic goddess, how could she possibly guide the people to create a glorious civilization? Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible!

In his eyes, the gods of Mesopotamia were all the same. Some of them genuinely loved humanity, but when it came to guiding humanity, they were all self-righteous scoundrels who were lucky if they didn't make a mess of the city-states.

"Goddess Ishtar, Enkidu pays her respects." Enkidu snapped out of her daze, her expression slightly unnatural, and bowed. Although she had betrayed the gods, as a divinely created weapon, she still held the gods who had given her life in the highest esteem.

The unease in his heart stemmed from the fact that Gilgamesh had once dragged him to slay the Bull of Heaven and thrown its entrails into the temple of the goddess Ishtar to humiliate her.

Before leaving the human world, the goddess Ishtar used her divinity to curse him and Gilgamesh, saying that whenever they appeared together, the tragedy of one of them dying would be repeated.

"Oh~ what's wrong, Gilgamesh? You're not saying anything. Are you shocked by the prosperity of Mesopotamia that I, the goddess, have reshaped? Are you so ashamed of your own incompetence that you have nothing to say?" Ishtar watched Gilgamesh, whose face was contorted with gloom, continue to attack. She stood up and slowly walked down the steps of the throne, her smugness growing more and more unrestrained.

"You call yourself the greatest hero king of Mesopotamia, tsk tsk. In the end, even at its most prosperous, Uruk was just so-so. If it were in my goddess's current Mesopotamia, it would be just a small mountain village, and you would barely be considered the village chief of a mountain."

"Hahahaha, I think you might as well change your name to Incompetent King or Mountain King."

Ishtar walked up to Gilgamesh and Enkidu, put her hands on her hips and laughed loudly, while showing Gilgamesh a specially preserved video.

The image depicts Gilgamesh's heartfelt praise for present-day Mesopotamia and for the goddess herself.

Especially the most crucial sentence, which directly broke down Gilgamesh's mental defenses.

This goddess Ishtar is truly incredibly wise...

Gilgamesh's face turned red.

"Now that things have come to this, I must admit that Mesopotamia is indeed exceptionally prosperous, and you, my goddess, are indeed much wiser than before."

"..." Enkidu looked at Gilgamesh, whose face was flushed red, and couldn't help but cover his forehead. As the weapon who knew Gilgamesh best, he knew better than anyone that acknowledging Ishtar's wisdom was more difficult than making Gilgamesh sullied.

But Jill was not a self-deceiving king and would never deny the achievements of others.

"Hahahaha—" Ishtar laughed so hard she clutched her stomach with both hands, tears streaming down her face, as she looked at Gilgamesh, who was stiff-necked and red-faced. "These are actually words from an arrogant and conceited Gilgamesh like this! Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter!"

"What's so funny? Although this will embarrass me, I will not deny your contributions to humanity just because we have a grudge." Gilgamesh said with a dark face and arms crossed, looking as if he had just crawled out of a latrine. Now this idiotic goddess would have to keep bringing this up and showing it off, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.

"While I acknowledge your current contributions, you idiot goddess, your great achievements are built upon the foundations laid by others. Even though Mesopotamia is so prosperous, the achievements you have created are still insignificant."

"What did you say!" Ishtar's laughter stopped abruptly.

"Hmph, am I wrong?" Gilgamesh's dark face gradually disappeared, and his eyes were filled with amusement: "To take the great achievements created on the solid foundation laid by predecessors as one's own efforts, then I can only say that this person is a self-deceiving opportunist."

"If someone can't even perceive the foundation laid by others, then I can only call them a shameful clown."

Ishtar crossed her arms, looking on with an expression of watching a 'show': "Tsk tsk tsk, so it was just jealous nonsense, huh? Heh heh."

"Unable to accept the perfect Mesopotamia built by humanity under the guidance of this goddess, you were so devastated that you went insane. Alas, the goddess can only prepare a straw mat for you and hastily bury you in the sand."

"Foolish!" Gilgamesh's eyebrows shot up. Sure enough, this idiotic goddess had no idea what I was expecting. She was still as smug as ever.

"This world has a very basic operating logic. Even without you, the goddess, Mesopotamia would still have created prosperity in the hands of humankind. With you, it only accelerated the process and was purely icing on the cake."

"Adding insult to injury!" Ishtar instantly lost her composure and was about to beat Gilgamesh to a pulp—she'd always wanted to—but she held back.

She is no longer the Ishtar she once was; she is now the true 'Lord of Venus,' about to ascend to the 'Great Power God-King,' and has become a mature and magnanimous deity.

Even if we don't learn from Los Saint and become that kind of great god, we should at least be comparable to an old god like Morax, who is calm and composed, with every move he makes in complete control.

"Hmph, although you are still very annoying, I have to say you are quite right." Ishtar calmed down and looked at Gilgamesh and said, "The whole world will naturally reach the ideal state by operating according to the order he set. I am just the guardian of civilization."

"Alright, Gilgamesh, this goddess is too lazy to argue with you."

Ishtar waved his hand dismissively and then walked toward his dwelling behind the temple.

"You two can do as you please, as long as it doesn't affect the prosperity and order of Mesopotamia. If you can contribute even further to the prosperity of Mesopotamia, that would be even better."

"???" Gilgamesh was stunned. He had already prepared Ishtar to rack her brains to glorify herself, and then he would ruthlessly and swiftly tear off her fig leaf, and then she would throw a tantrum like a madwoman, and finally fight him in a fit of rage.

Gilgamesh stared at Ishtar's retreating figure with an incredulous expression.

Did this idiotic goddess just admit that she was merely adding icing on the cake? Did she shamelessly pat herself on the back? Did she even set aside her pride for the development of Mesopotamia?

"What's going on?" Gilgamesh was shocked. This incorrigible and wicked goddess had actually changed and become somewhat reasonable!

Does this world possess such great magic that it can transform something like that into a true god who loves humanity?

“Goddess Ishtar has changed her divinity; she has truly become a mother goddess who loves humanity.” Enkidu didn’t find it strange at all; instead, he said with a gentle smile.

"Her? Wait, what exactly happened to this idiotic goddess in this world? It's as if she's experienced tens of thousands of years of divine transformation." Gilgamesh fell into deep thought.

“Although I don’t know much about gods either, Gil, humans change their personalities as they grow up, and gods are probably the same,” Enkidu said.

“That’s the only reason.” Gilgamesh crossed his arms, his expression complicated. Although he still disliked Ishtar, she had indeed grown into a god worthy of human reverence.

After all, the adoration that Mesopotamia has for her is undeniable.

Human emotions are the most direct expression of a deity, and to be able to win the worship of all the people of Mesopotamia, she must be a benevolent goddess.

"The troublesome fellow who was excessively favored by the gods has finally become the Earth Mother Goddess who truly favors humans. It's truly a sad state of mind for me."

Gilgamesh unconsciously clenched his fists as he spoke, his eyes sharp. If even Ishtar had become like this, then he, as the hero-king of Mesopotamia, absolutely could not be inferior to the goddess.

He also seems to need to humble himself and make Mesopotamia more prosperous.

While Mesopotamia is now considered his ideal state, there are four civilizations that are even more prosperous than Mesopotamia.

The civilizations that were somewhat inferior to Mesopotamia were only the Egyptian civilization and those in Africa, which were basically considered to be in the lower to middle levels.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you so energetic, Gil," Enkidu said with a smile.

"Since that foolish goddess has already gone this far, then I, the king, will allow Mesopotamia to take it a step further," Gilgamesh said, turning around and walking out of the temple, overlooking the night view of the entire city of Uruk.

"This time it's not about passing on civilization, but about reaching for the stars. My garden is still too small; it needs a bigger stage."

At this point, I looked up at the bright blue-green moon in the night sky, and then at the stars in the night sky.

“Then I will lend you a hand with this weapon.” Enkidu also stepped out of the temple.

“Aren’t we both like that, my dear friend?” Gilgamesh said matter-of-factly.

"Yes, it has always been like this."

……

Even at night, the streets of Rome, Italy, are brightly lit. Street restaurants are now the most popular late-night snack spots for Italians, and if you're lucky, you can buy food from chefs of level two or above at very low prices.

Los Saint sat at a makeshift table on the street, slowly savoring his Margherita pizza. No one around him paid any attention to him; they automatically ignored him, as if he were invisible.

"One hundred and thirteen Heroic Spirits, but unfortunately, less than three-fifths of them can be transformed into Rank 5 or above." Los Saint sighed regretfully: "Alas, Alaya reacted too quickly. If I had just one more second, I would have brought over at least five hundred Servants."

Not every Heroic Spirit Servant can reach rank 5 or higher.

If one's own strength is not at least at the fifth rank, and one's achievements are not enough to reach the fifth rank, then it is impossible to forcibly elevate one's level.

In the Type-Moon universe, Servants who can reach the fifth rank or above are considered to be of the upper-middle level. Most Servants cannot actually reach the fifth rank; reaching the fourth rank is already considered excellent. Most lower-middle Servants are only around the third rank. Servants who are not known for their destructive power are only at the second rank, such as weak assassins or magicians.

However, top-tier Servants are different. They start at least at the sixth rank, and those at the exceptional level can even rival Grand Servants. Most Grand Servants known for their destructive power can achieve the level of 'Great Power God King'.

For example, Artoria, when she activates the 'Star Sword', can cleave continental plates, causing a catastrophe that sweeps across the entire planet. However, the conditions are harsh, and she is only 'Grand' when she is protecting the planet.

"Solomon, why aren't you eating? The pizza's getting cold." Los Saint looked at the white-coated man sitting upright and properly to the side.

After being teleported, Solomon transformed back into Romani and landed in Rome, the city with the strongest faith in God.

He didn't fall like a meteor, so he didn't cause much of a commotion.

“Uh… okay…” Solomon forced himself to pick up a slice of pizza from the table. This was the true form of our Lord, not an incarnation.

"Don't be so nervous. It won't be long before you have your throne in the Pantheon," Luo Sheng said casually. "Just follow the order I set, and you can decide for yourself what kind of life you want."

Solomon's achievements were enough to allow him to ascend to the throne of the supreme god, after all, he established the mechanism of "human reason protection" for thousands of years to come in the "pan-human history", and finally assisted Fujimaru Ritsuka in defeating Goetia.

Solomon now possesses the strength of a ninth-order being, and in actual combat, he is at the level of a true god. His Grand Spirit Origin was taken back by Alaya when he left the Throne of Heroes; otherwise, he would be a 'Great Power God-King', albeit a 'God-King' with a severely unbalanced specialization.

“Um, my lord, why is Goetia also…” Solomon asked in a low voice. He was puzzled by this. Goetia was evil to mankind. Logically speaking, it was a beast that was harmful to mankind and should be eradicated.

“In my world, beasts pose no threat; they are merely a special kind of life, insignificant,” Los Saint said with a smile.

Goetia was sent to the 'parallel world of The Wandering Earth' by him, and all his powers were sealed. Now he is so powerful that he can't even beat an ordinary person who has trained.

Let him participate in a parallel world where humanity moves from suffering to prosperity, experiencing human emotions, desires, birth, aging, sickness, and death, all in human form.

When he truly understands human emotions and human love, his seal will slowly be broken. Human evil is essentially human love, and letting him experience it is also a way to remove the distorted part.

"You are so merciful even to beasts." Solomon exclaimed from the bottom of his heart. God was completely different from the God he had thought he was. He had been too presumptuous. He was filled with remorse.