Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Wow!

Amidst the surging waves, a majestic being, whose head touches the verdant earth, rises from the depths, its outstretched palm coalescing into a humanoid spirit of light.

Good morning, Mom...

The greeting, conveyed through resonance of consciousness, was channeled into the fingertips of this goddess of origin, tightly bound by an anchoring line.

"Where were we yesterday? Right! That arrogant goddess, Ellie!"

"You have no idea how eccentric her personality is. She says she hates trouble and hates humans, but she works harder than a bee every day, constantly making gun cages."

"I suspect that she foresaw the impending end of the Mesopotamian world, which is why she mass-produced these devices to protect the soul."

"What's even more infuriating is that she works 996 herself, and she drags me, a snake, to work overtime every day too. It's inhumane!"

"And she never met the target number of gun cages each time! Can you believe it!"

"In the end, either the magic power is exhausted, or there is a disturbance of Garula spirits, or there is a new batch of souls that need to be contained. It always fails at the critical moment."

"As a result, the next day you could see her hugging her blanket, rolling around in bed..."

In the mountains of the underworld, an ancient serpent, having skipped work and slithered into a crevice, coiled up in a quiet gap, closing its eyes and having a long phone conversation with Tiamat in the Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers.

"Besides these, she's recently taken to digging holes in the Uruk in her spare time. She looks like a groundhog that gets all pricked up at the slightest noise."

Lin Xian's vivid metaphor amused him, and the wicked thing hissed and chuckled to itself.

However, at this point, the ancient serpent raised its head and gazed at the dark dome of the underworld, its face becoming more solemn.

“Tima, I don’t know why, but even though you have withdrawn, the alliance of the three goddesses that historically destroyed the Mesopotamian civilization still formed.”

"According to the spirits that have recently flooded into the underworld, they are launching a hunt against humans."

"Forests, oceans, monsters, goddesses—humanity is surrounded by enemies on all sides."

"Furthermore, numerous traces of the [Eleven Magical Beasts] have appeared on the ground..."

"This is clearly a power that only you possess, I don't understand why it's still like this..."

Lin Xian remained silent for a moment, then tilted his head back as if listening, seemingly waiting for some kind of response.

However, Tiamat on the Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers simply floated silently, her gaze empty and pale.

After a long while, the ancient snake slowly lowered its head and sighed softly.

Most of the power and divinity of the origin goddess Tiamat has been transformed into the framework for creating the Mesopotamian world.

The opening of the Heavenly Hole allowed her to come into contact with the real world and also briefly restored some of her emotions.

If history unfolds as it was, Tiamat might reclaim her divine foundation as she gradually destroys the world.

But in that closest moment of desire, the goddess, who had been reduced to a demon beast, miraculously overcame her animalistic instincts and personally sealed the hole in the sky.

Lin Xian recalled the silhouette she saw in the white consciousness space, and the deep sorrow on Tiamat's face at that time.

A gentle ripple spread across his serpentine vertical pupils as he lowered his head, flicked his tongue, and murmured softly.

“Mother Goddess, in fact, the choice you made was not solely because of me.”

"No matter what betrayals you suffer, no matter what harm you endure, you still love these children, you still love humanity, right..."

"So, you suppressed your animalistic instincts, choosing to seal yourself away and exile yourself..."

Tiamat in the sea of ​​imaginary numbers did not respond, but Lin Xian vaguely felt that the anchor line connecting him and this goddess of creation tightened for a moment.

It seemed that the pathetic being had gently tugged at a finger.

The ancient serpent grinned, and the guilt that Tiamat felt for having regressed into a beast because of this choice eased slightly.

"Rest assured, since you love them so much, I will follow your will and spare Mesopotamia from disaster."

Immediately, the snake's slightly open vertical pupils gleamed with a deep, eerie light.

"However, in exchange, the Sumerians need to make a small sacrifice and change..."

The reason why their own ancestral mother goddess cannot return is mainly because she has been deprived of the power and divine foundation to maintain her existence.

Her bestial side as the "Mother of Evil Dragons" is also feared and rejected by humans.

What if both of these problems are solved?

Even a life ark weighing billions of tons, sunk in the sea of ​​imaginary numbers, cannot be pulled back by an anchor line tied to the bubble of the world.

Then let's use a hundred! A thousand! Ten thousand!

Even tens of thousands! Millions! Tens of millions!

As long as the preconceived notion of Tiamat as a "great calamity" is changed, and her divine aspect is restored, it is possible to change that aspect.

Could it be that the worship of the entire Mesopotamian region, the shared faith of all the Sumerians, could not bring back this primordial mother goddess?

This is the inspiration that the thread in his mind gave Lin Xian!

Even if he were to bring Tiamat back, it would certainly not be in the form of a ferocious beast that everyone hates.

The tragic mother goddess and her child are pitted against each other, forced to engage in a bloody battle to eliminate the victor.

What a tragic and cruel ending!

Since the future has changed, anything is possible.

Then why can't it be a win-win situation for both humans and gods?

Breaking free from established patterns and forging its own path, the ancient serpent hissed and flicked its tongue in the cracks of the rocks, eager to rush to the surface and preach to the Sumerians.

But when Lin Xian looked down at her own black scales and slender body, she had to temporarily abandon this tempting plan.

In its current state, how can it possibly compete with the Babylonian gods for territory?

Heh, secretly washing away the stain on Tiamat and establishing the foundation for the return of this origin goddess on earth is a task of hellish difficulty.

The Babylonian gods laid the foundation for creating the heavens and the earth and establishing humankind by killing Tiamat, the mother of the origin.

What Lin Xian is trying to do is tantamount to completely denying the legitimacy of these gods.

Putting aside whether his little tricks will be noticed by the gods, who might then strike him dead with lightning.

Even if those high and mighty beings are truly blind and deaf, it doesn't mean Lin Xian himself is safe.

Humans from the Age of Gods could teach it how to be a snake in no time.

That's right, it's the "do" in "cook".

If he were to recklessly appear in a Mesopotamian city, and some family were short of food, they would immediately capture him, skin him, remove his tendons, and stew him into snake soup.

The scene was extremely cruel!

Moreover, he had just fallen out with Gilgamesh, and now that he was going to preach, who knew if that golden-haired fellow would be so generous as to forgive him next time.

After all, this hero-king has never been particularly fond of gods.

Of course, there is a more important point.

Humans from the Age of Gods were not so easily fooled. Gaining the trust of Sumerians was a major challenge.

With the beast plague raging so fiercely, I hope to complete all of this smoothly.

He must at least be a human being, right?

Tsk, a long way to go...

Lin Xian looked at the upturned tail tip in front of her, her slender body drooping, her enthusiasm dampened by the cruel reality.

Chapter Twelve: I don't believe you!

"What? You want to learn magic and combat skills from me?"

In the temple of fever, Meslamthea, the goddess Ereshkigal stared in astonishment at the snake coiled on the blanket to help cool her down, and the writing tablet it had wrapped around with its tail.

Uh-huh!

Lin Xian immediately nodded, affectionately touching his head to the back of his owner's hand, showing his gentleness and docility.

Recently, the ancient snake pondered and came to a conclusion.

To return to the earth, preach to the origin goddess Tiamat, and clear his name, the first preparation he needs to make is to have at least the ability to protect himself!

Mesopotamia is facing an unprecedented crisis, with a complex web of forces including the Warcraft wave, the Three Goddess Alliance, and the human city resistance.

If he foolishly plunges headlong into it, he could easily become a "cruel" appetizer.

Currently, he is the only remaining link between the mother goddess Tiamat and the Mesopotamian world.

If you don't want to crash and burn, you must act cautiously and make thorough preparations.

But then again, it was the worst of times, and it was also the best of times.

The crisis of the Three Goddess Alliance and the Warcraft wave also created an opportunity for Lin Xian to fish in troubled waters and secretly whitewash the goddess Tiamat.

Getting back to the main point, one must eat the melon one bite at a time, and walk the road one step at a time.

In order to achieve my great goal, I must first learn how to survive.

However, in response to the pet's request, the owner simply stroked its head gently, responding with complete confidence.

"Little one, with me here, the underworld is safe."

I don't believe you for a second! That face that always messes up at crucial moments isn't convincing at all, okay?

Safe? In the past, Tiamat even came ashore and turned the underworld upside down; you almost couldn't even protect yourself!

Lin Xian flicked his tongue, secretly cursing in his heart.

Of course, to avoid being stewed into snake soup, he dared not tell the truth. He extended his tail, curled up the slate pen, and wrote a line of words with a scratching sound.

"But I still want to become stronger!"

Lin Xian paused, raised his head, and his small snake face was full of seriousness.

"I will not let Lady Ereshkigal lose to that wicked goddess in the heavens because of me!"

Huh? I'm going to lose?

No! No! When have I ever lost to Ishtar?

The goddess of the underworld was furious upon hearing such absurd and outrageous remarks, and her fur stood on end like that of a golden-haired Persian cat.

"I clearly won last time! Wasn't it enough that I caught her and taught her a lesson when she broke into the underworld?!"

After a moment's hesitation, the ancient snake revealed its writing board with a hint of shame.

"That's because Ishtar didn't bring her Heavenly Bull, Gugalana, last time..."

"If such an extraordinary divine beast were to descend, even with your advantageous position and the ability to control the underworld, you would still surely lose..."

Ai Lei gave a gloomy sneer, just about to open her mouth and refute this fallacy to the point of being completely shattered.

However, upon hearing the name "Gugalana," the goddess's anger was instantly choked up, and in the end, she could only dryly hum softly with her jade-like neck stiff.

"Well, what's there to be proud of in a mere beast? Besides, it's not even her private property."

"A loss is a loss. Only fools and arrogant people make excuses for themselves!"

The goddess did not answer the question of winning or losing directly, but instead smiled with narrowed eyes and squeezed out a malicious inquiry through her teeth.

"Hey, who said that...?"

"Among the latest batch of souls flooding into the underworld, some are discussing..."

"Hmm, it seems the news initially spread from the vicinity of several ranches attacked by monsters..."

The vocabulary used in a certain bad thing has a vague direction.

In Babylonian mythology, Ishtar, who possesses the power of the heavens, and Ereshkigal, who controls the underworld, are twin gods who are unified yet opposed.

Since the birth of the Mesopotamian world, the two sides have had a long-standing feud and can be described as old enemies who can't stand each other.

"A beast plague? A ranch? I knew it!"

"That spoiled madwoman, even with spirit possession, hasn't she learned her lesson yet?"

"What's so great about being able to command Gugalan! It's not even your own power!"

Ai Lei's teeth chattered, but her words were tinged with resentment and jealousy.

Those herders haven't had an easy time lately, having to guard against attacks from magical beasts and endure raids by Ishtar.