Zongman: Heroic Spirit Master

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"Then, on top of forgiving my disrespect, a little reward, that's always fine, right?"

Pandora's face bloomed with a sweet smile, her sky-blue eyes shining with a unique radiance. Then, in response to her, Gilgamesh's arm gently lifted. The arm, covered in golden armor, slightly pinched Pandora's delicate face. The young girl's delicate face, inadvertently, revealed a trace of nervousness. It seemed that even with such a carefree personality, this fellow was truly a mess both inside and out.

A hint of determination flashed in her eyes. Then, she squinted her crystal-clear eyes slightly, subtly covering up the pitiful look of panic. Then, Gilgamesh unhesitatingly pushed her away.

... ...

The moment the two touched, a power called Authority surged from Pandora's body and poured into Gilgamesh's body. Brand new Authority gradually formed, then spread over the rooftop, permeating with a black aura.

That was the aura of death.

... ...

"What a violent child!" Pandora couldn't help but complain, a hint of disappointment on her face. "Despicable. This humble self almost felt a heart-pounding sensation!"

It was a reluctant complaint, but the exquisite little goddess was still as vibrant as ever.

"Stop here, don't put on that artificial act anymore!" Gilgamesh, however, said indifferently with a sneer.

"Truly, a fellow who can't understand a girl's feelings."

Pandora shrugged helplessly, then looked at Gilgamesh with expectant eyes.

"How is it, how is it? Is the newly acquired Authority super strong!"

However, her only response was Gilgamesh's indifferent words and his gaze filled with coldness.

"Indeed, not bad. Do you want to try it yourself, Pandora?"

Hearing such words, which carried a hint of danger, Pandora merely squinted her eyes and chuckled faintly.

"Mm, if that's the case, then no problem. So, I shall take my leave first, King of Heroes!"

Saying this, she skipped away into the distance, not dragging her feet at all.

Then, she gently turned her head, and with a tone of reluctance and a hint of a crying voice, she said softly, "Then, when the time comes, will you help me, Gilgamesh?"

Saying this, she didn't wait for the king's response, but directly transformed into a sky full of faint purple light dust.

Looking at the light dust flying all over the sky, a hint of distress flashed in Gilgamesh's eyes. Without a doubt, that fellow had a plan. However, what was most important now was not that.

Gilgamesh looked at the solid rooftop. There, a delicate little girl was gently crawling up.

"You, you deified this humble self, didn't you?"

It was a bitter smile, a smile of incomparable bitterness, an unspeakable smile.

"What, is something wrong?" Gilgamesh said indifferently, then watched Athena slowly crawl up from the ground.

However, a fleeting look of concern still flashed in his eyes.

Athena, or rather, the Heroic Spirit named Athena, at this moment, revealed a bittersweet smile that had become humanized.

On the other side, above a distant building.

The girl named Pandora looked in the direction where Gilgamesh was. She gently furrowed her delicate brows, then slowly relaxed them again. "Truly, what a difficult King to get along with."

Such a cold voice, like a soft hum, emanated from her crystal-clear thin lips. "I hope you can meet this humble self's expectations."

Immediately after, she slowly faded away into the pitch-black night. Only a slightly bitter remark remained.

"Don't disappoint me, little Gil."

... ...

A moment later, an extremely luxurious hotel welcomed its first guest after the lights came on.

Although he didn't know why such a situation had just occurred, the servants were not at all surprised.

"This humble self does not like this kind of environment."

In the splendid hotel suite, the petite goddess murmured. Her only reply was Gilgamesh's sneering laugh.

"What? You mean this king should go and live in that dilapidated shrine that looks like a broken wall?" He gently lifted the most expensive red wine from the wine rack and drank it unconcernedly.

"You don't even have this taste. As a God who disobeys, you're truly pathetic."

Hearing such words, Athena showed no response. She seemed to completely ignore the man, walking lightly to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night view of Tokyo, which was covered in lights. A surging murderous intent flashed in her eyes. However, a moment later, it was covered by helpless bitterness.

"Truly, human arrogance." She sighed faintly, her slender wrist gently stroking the transparent floor-to-ceiling window.

"Rising with the sun, resting with the sunset, content with only the food bestowed by the great earth. Do not seek more, accept the cycle of the dead, entering the underworld I control. Isn't that enough?"

This was the sentiment of the rebellious god from before. However, what greeted her was Gilgamesh's emotionless sneer.

"Precisely so, it is precisely because of this that this King detests you high and mighty deities. You treat this King's subjects with absolutely no tolerance. The so-called grace is merely to establish your own prestige."

He gently swirled the scarlet liquid in his cup, his face filled with disdain.

"The reason why humans are strong is truly because they can cast miracles without limits. Fearing their abilities, erasing their future, and then putting them at ease, it's truly abominable!"

"And only deities will cling to death in the old underworld!"

"Humans will only continue to move forward."