Creator of Infinite Realms

When the insect apes' lives neared their end and Gilgamesh, the heroic king, faced death in his old age, he invoked the Blood of Power. Through a desperate trial at death's door, he reclaimed his youthful vigor, rising once more as the fiery and courageous leader of old—guiding his tribe back into battle.

Time flowed forward another ten years. During those peaceful days of tribal settlement spanning several generations, the wooden houses gradually decayed and collapsed. Under Gilgamesh's guidance, the people began building homes from sturdy stone, inaugurating the dawn of the Stone Age even as they continued their relentless struggle against monstrous beasts.

Now strengthened by the white ant gene, Gilgamesh possessed enough raw power to uproot massive, hundred-year-old trees so immense it required four men joining arms to fully encircle them. With a single leap, he could scale heights of seven or eight meters. His unparalleled strength became legendary, described by the tribe as powerful enough to move mountains.

Gilgamesh led his people to defy the beasts, battle after battle. After thirteen relentless years, his power finally reached its peak. With audacity and bravery, he challenged the most terrifying creature in all the land—a hundred-meter behemoth known in legends as Fenba!

Fenba, a colossal beast, coiled its enormous body like an endless mountain range spanning the breadth of the Smikal Great Forest. When it slept, its labored breath could stir violent gusts strong enough to shake giant trees; even the mighty Alara beasts could be blown away by its mere exhalation. Xu Zhi had once glimpsed this enormous creature, akin to an immense housecat in shape but monstrous in proportion, reigning supreme over the age of giants.

After three grueling days and nights of combat—splitting the earth, toppling cliffs, scattering countless fleeing beasts—Gilgamesh emerged, drenched in blood yet standing tall and proud. With one hand gripping the Sword of Damocles, and the other dragging Fenba's colossal corpse, he returned triumphant. His single-handed feat of hauling a beast as heavy as a mountain filled his tribe with awe and pride. Countless praises were composed, lauding him as the greatest heroic king in history.

"I will build a nation," he proclaimed upon his victorious return, addressing the tribe that stood at the threshold of the Stone Age.

The tribe erupted in joyous cheers and tearful embraces. They knew their wandering days and fear of monstrous beasts had ended at last. A new era of civilization had dawned, ushered in by their mighty and noble Sumerian hero!

History, of course, is recorded by the victors. The dark deed of fratricide vanished from the official accounts of the Sumerian dynasty; only his heroism survived in the chronicles of "Genesis." The ancient texts would recount:

"Gilgamesh drank the Blood of Power, slew the legendary Fenba with the Sword of Damocles, founded the Sumerian dynasty, and moved massive stone circles to construct the very first city-state—Uruk."

Time marched steadily onward. Now invincible, Gilgamesh wholeheartedly devoted himself to developing civilization. Tirelessly, with charisma both noble and fearsome, he created currency, perfected language, and constructed cities. Yet, he was also ruthless: dividing the people into strict hierarchies and instituting slavery that exhausted his subjects, dispatching warriors far and wide to discover the world's limits.

He was their great hero, yet undeniably a tyrant. By the eighty-seventh year of the Sumerian dynasty, when Gilgamesh reached the age of one hundred and twenty-seven, the population of Uruk had grown to tens of millions. Countless slaves were traded, arenas built for nobles who gleefully watched slaves battle monstrous beasts for amusement.

The original tribal folk, who had endured nearly a century of hardship, had faded into distant memory. Their descendants, now comfortable, had forgotten the harsh struggles of their ancestors. Yet the mighty Sumerian king remained unchanged, heroic as ever.

In the dim halls of Uruk's palace—beneath softly glowing lamps illuminating intricate carvings along rounded, vaulted ceilings, and between golden, circular columns adorned with elaborate patterns—lay a crimson carpet made from the hides of great beasts.

Seated there upon an exquisitely crafted throne of polished white bones was a man of imposing beauty. By his side, always at hand, rested the legendary Sword of Damocles.

"O great Sumerian king, sovereign of the city-state—His Majesty Gilgamesh!" Dionysius, a respected minister, bowed deeply as he presented his report. "We have surveyed the entire known land."

"And what does our world look like?" Gilgamesh asked calmly, his features perfect as a sculpted Greek statue, his eyes gazing thoughtfully toward the endless azure sky beyond the palace walls.

The brave warriors who undertook this vast, decades-long expedition paid dearly, with countless lives lost, to map the entire world. Their explorations revealed a land whose legends spoke of an infinite sky overarching a square earth, centered upon a vast ocean encircled by mountains and rivers. Even traveling upon the swiftest Fenba beast from one end of the land to another, it was said, required more than twenty years.

After a thoughtful silence, the great king concluded, "Enough. You may withdraw."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Dionysius respectfully departed.

As he stepped away, Dionysius paused briefly to gaze once more at Gilgamesh—the heroic king who had brought his people from primitive times, through the Stone Age, into this remarkable age of city-states. Having slain the legendary Fenba and ushered in civilization, Gilgamesh's legend only grew more magnificent.

Gilgamesh, meanwhile, recalled vividly his youth when he encountered a towering, celestial giant—a being of immeasurable brilliance who had cradled his young self within a massive palm and bestowed upon him civilization's three great treasures.

"Yet now my life draws near its end," Gilgamesh whispered, drawing forth slowly the Sword of Damocles, his faithful companion through countless years. Forged with extraordinary precision, the sword gleamed brilliantly with a cold, steel-like shimmer; its origin remained profoundly mysterious and powerful.

He traced a finger along its keen blade, gentle as one caressing a lost lover. "The Torch's power has been mastered, the secrets of the Blood of Power revealed… yet the truth behind this Sword of Damocles eludes me. I've scoured the land but found no clue to its making."

He murmured wonderingly, "From what mysterious material is it forged? Which ancient beast's bones shaped it? Or what forgotten craft birthed it?"

Alas, this world wasn't truly real—no rich ores or metals existed here, only ordinary farmland soil beneath orchard trees. Thus, they would forever remain locked in the Stone Age, ignorant of the concept "metal."

To them, this gleaming, unyielding substance was unique, mysterious, and powerful.

"All seek the world's edge, yet none have discovered the abode of that great wise giant. Where does he reside?" Gilgamesh exhaled heavily.

The civilization granted by that wise giant far surpassed mortal understanding. This weapon—the Sword of Damocles, his most prized gift—served not only as the key to civilization but as a dire warning. Although it empowered him greatly, forging civilization itself, it hung precariously above his head, a threat ever-present, capable of falling at any moment.

"How alluring civilization's power is," he murmured, like a lion roused from slumber. His gaze drifted into the distance as if peering back through time toward those ancient forests and the divine giant who had gifted young Xu Zhi the three treasures.

"Yet my time draws near its end; even the Blood of Power can no longer sustain me. If only I could live a third life… O wise giant, if only I might see you once more!"

Gilgamesh sighed, gripping the Sword of Damocles—a relic he had carried faithfully for decades. Each touch of its blade evoked awe and dread alike as he pondered its origins—a secret he both longed and feared to uncover.