Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

At the first light of dawn, somewhere in the reed plains, on a slightly dry clearing, the ghost's cage shook violently, and the holy prostitute Shamhat uttered incredulous murmurs.

"Yes, to be precise, it is Enkidu's body that serves as the vessel, while Jingu's soul is the dominant force."

Samael, sitting alone on the back of a Soul-Devouring Beast's corpse, glanced at the healing wounds on his body and responded with a soft sigh.

Shamhat emerged from the cage, a look of mockery and sorrow on his face.

"Ha, awaken the fragments of the soul of the progenitor of mankind, and stuff that resentment into the body of this child Enkidu."

"The Chains of Heaven, which once brought prosperity and peace to Uruk, have become a demon that slaughtered the Sumerian city-states."

"How ironic..."

Immediately, the holy prostitute who had led Enkidu to awaken his humanity pursed her cherry lips tightly.

"Perhaps, as a god who has been wronged, Kim has the right to take revenge on this land."

"But he shouldn't have done all this in that child's body!"

"Enkidu is clearly a hero who saved Uruk; he shouldn't bear such a stigma..."

Samael plucked a reed leaf, wiped the berries in his hand clean, and shook his head as he ate, a strange glint in his eyes.

"That's not entirely true..."

“The true son of Tiamat, Kingu, no longer exists. Even if we collect fragments of his soul, we probably cannot fully construct his complete consciousness.”

"In other words, her ability to control this body might be influenced by Enkidu's remaining memories, as well as the replenishment from scattered fragments of his soul..."

Shamhat raised his eyebrows and looked coldly at the ancient snake beside him.

"Don't slander her!"

"Enkidu is a good girl, she would never do anything to harm humans easily!"

Samael rubbed his forehead and rolled his eyes slightly.

"Teacher, as I said, Jin Gu played a leading role."

"Enkidu's soul fragments are preserved on that body. Even if she wanted to stop him, it would probably be an unconscious instinct with little power to resist. She shouldn't be the one to take the blame."

"Of course, she appeared with that face, but I don't know what happened to the Sumerians whose city was destroyed."

"Besides, it seems you misunderstood the main point!"

The ancient snake raised its hand and tossed the fruit pit into the reeds, its gaze deep and unfathomable.

"The soul, memories, and emotions are things even the gods cannot fathom..."

"For example, Ishtar, who was summoned by spirits, is seventy percent divine will and threety percent human nature. The consciousness of the host body even changed Ereshkigal's originally more gloomy nature..."

"Right now, Jingu can indeed control Enkidu, but who can say for sure who will influence whom in the future?"

Could it be that? !

Shamhat's eyes lit up as he looked intently at his good student.

Samael stretched his arms back, relaxed his waist, turned his head with a reassuring smile, and whispered softly.

“Kingu’s resentment should have been directed at the gods; she may not have had such a strong hatred for humans.”

"Conquering cities and destroying urban areas may simply be a way to reclaim the divine foundation that was once divided from these descendants of the bloodline."

“Hatred that is not directed at the actual target of revenge is ultimately too weak. How can it compare to the belief in protecting humanity to the death?”

"The more she experiences, the more damage she inflicts on this land, the more likely she is to provoke the instinctive resistance of the remaining consciousness within this body."

The ancient serpent looked up at the red light that broke through the horizon, its vertical pupils filled with a hint of anticipation.

"One is the resentful progenitor of mankind, and the other is a guardian hero born for mankind."

"Kingu's appearance might be an opportunity for Enkidu..."

"Was it King Gol driven to madness by revenge, or was it Enkidu awakened by his instincts, using his flawed humanity and kindness to regain control of his body?"

"Everything is still unknown..."

According to the past, Kingu was always influenced by the resurfacing memories during the killings, and eventually his humanity was fully awakened, and he stood on the opposite side of Tiamat.

This time, I hope that kindness can truly dispel resentment once again, and prevent further regrets and scars from being left in the Mesopotamian world.

"Definitely!"

"That child can even defy the will of God. How could a mere wisp of resentment possibly taint that pure kindness!"

Shamhat paced back and forth, his hands clasped together in front of his chest, muttering excitedly to himself, his face beaming with a unique expression.

"Teacher, this is just one possibility, don't get too excited."

"As things stand, Jingu is still our enemy. Any negligence could be fatal!"

The ancient snake couldn't help but pour cold water on the woman's current fantasy, and felt a slight pang of sadness in its heart.

They're all students, but the difference in their treatment is just too big!

Yes, Mom is still the best!

In his melancholy, Samael felt a resonance with the thread in his mind.

“Mother Goddess, she is just a tool being used, and there is no need to vent that resentment on innocent humans.”

"Don't you also want to free her from this pain?"

Zheng!

The invisible sound traveled along the anchor line, reaching the ancient snake's brain and spreading out in patches of light.

Samael nodded slightly, his gaze towards the distant red sun now carrying a hint of solemnity.

it is good!

I will settle this feud, so that the destiny that reigns supreme over the world will no longer only play out tragic songs.

Then, the ancient serpent stroked the clay tablet inscribed with the information of the Blood Temple, its heart surging with emotion.

One is a false Mother Goddess, the other is the true Son of God.

One is the real Mother Goddess, the other is the false Son of God.

One side, consumed by resentment, launches a campaign of revenge against the world.

One party faces their true feelings and is willing to give each other a chance to choose again.

These two pairs of mothers and children, one real and one fake, are going in opposite directions, gradually drifting further and further apart.

Fate? Let me try deceiving you!

The ancient serpent raised one hand toward the red sun, slowly clenched its fist, grasped that light in its palm, and a playful smile appeared on its lips.

Someone is coming!

Shamhat sensed the approaching presence and immediately retreated back into the Ghost Cage, not forgetting to warn Samael.

The ancient snake casually lowered its arm, waited a moment, looked back into the distance, stretched its limbs, and stood up to greet the approaching creature.

At that moment, the purple-haired Lolita Anna, who was holding a large bundle of dry reeds, suddenly felt her hands lighten and her vision gradually cleared.

The companion who had unexpectedly joined her from the outskirts of Kusa City was giving her a faint smile, expressing goodwill.

"Thank you... thank you..."

The girl may appear reserved and aloof on the surface, but in reality, she is shy and gentle.

"What are you saying! You've saved me twice, and I don't know what else I can do for you..."

Samael's slightly reproachful tone eased the tension between them, and he beckoned Anna to sit and rest in the open space, offering the child some berries he had gathered nearby to quench her thirst.

The sweet and sour taste, along with the abundant juice, made the little girl, who hesitated to accept the berries, squint her eyes after a few bites and unconsciously speed up her eating.

Hearing the crunching sound, Samael chuckled softly and handed the remaining few to Anna.

In their group, no one was more familiar with the Sumerian era than Shamhat, the holy prostitute in the ghost cage.

Finding berries and distinguishing between poisonous and non-poisonous ones was a piece of cake for her.

"By the way, where's Merlin?"

Seeing that no great sage had appeared around, Samael couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"While fishing in the swamp, he said he wanted to make up for our hard work last night and wanted to use the local ingredients to cook us a nice meal..."

Anna answered casually as she munched on the berries.

"Fishing in the swamp? Where did he get a fishing rod?"

“Using that staff, fishing line, and fishhook, it’s not a problem for this guy who’s good at making gadgets.”

"Uh, I don't know what to say..."

Samael gazed at the swaying reeds, his lips twitching slightly.

"This guy is really slacking off! Is there really such a frivolous magician?"

"Ah!"

Meanwhile, the great sage, who was sitting by the swamp fishing, suddenly felt an itch on his nose and sneezed loudly.

Strange, could it be that some beautiful woman is thinking of me?

Oh dear, my older brother is so popular, it's a real headache.

The nightmare raised her hand and rubbed her nose, then stroked her chin and murmured somewhat narcissistically.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Nightmare of Gazing at the Stars (Third Update)

"vomit!"

"vomit!"

In an open space somewhere in the reed field, two figures, one large and one small, squatted on the ground, their faces pale, vomiting.

Not only that, the two victims suffered from severe stomach cramps and acid reflux, and their tongues were so numb that they had no feeling at all, as if they were holding a piece of wood in their mouths.

"Um, is my grilled fish really that bad?"

The white-haired succubus behind him, stroking its chin, raised a withered branch and tentatively inquired.

The two fish, which had been bitten several times, had sharp teeth and seemed to have a demonic tendency. One side was charred and swollen, like the pitted skin of a crocodile, while the other side was reddish-white, clearly half-cooked.

The food's eyes stared straight ahead, pale and terrifying, as if it had died with its eyes wide open.

"vomit…"

The two victims glanced back at the two gruesome roasted fish on the withered branch, their stomachs churning. The pungent smell of burnt fish made them squat down and gag again.

"Why don't you give it another try?"

Merlin, still somewhat unwilling to give up, moved closer to the two withered branches.

"roll!"

"Merlin, die!"

Samael and Anna cursed in unison, which finally made the great sage, who had become a chef, reluctantly stick the two fish, each a failed attempt, into the fire.

The victims vomited for a while to empty their stomachs, then rinsed their mouths repeatedly with clean water before finally recovering and sitting back in their original positions with gloomy faces.

Samael glanced at the two grilled fish staring straight at the sky beside him and couldn't help but recall a famous British dish from later generations.

Stargazing School...

Simply put, it's a pie filled with sardines, tuna, sand eels, herring, dogfish, cod, and some other fish to make up seven different kinds of fish. Their heads stick out, staring straight at the sky, their unseeing eyes are quite shocking, and the sweet and salty flavor is even more impactful.

Although Merlin's two grilled fish were not as famous as those culinary abominations, their lethality was definitely at the level of biological weapons.

Moreover, the birthplace of the stargazing movement was Cornwall, England in the 16th century.

This place, if traced back further, is also the birthplace of King Arthur. Merlin, the great sage who was responsible for teaching this knight-king, would inevitably wander around here.

If it weren't for the timing discrepancy, Samael would have strongly suspected that these two grilled fish might be one of the origins of the Stargazing movement.

"Is it really that bad? I don't think so."

A certain dream demon, who had not yet given up, looked at his masterpiece and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Damn Merlin! That's because you didn't eat!"