Zongman: Heroic Spirit Master

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As the scorching sun once again hung in the clear sky, the dark night was thoroughly dispelled.

On the top floor of the 'Park Hyatt Tokyo' hotel in Tokyo, two individuals, enjoying the luxury service of two hundred and ten thousand yen per day, were both utterly dissatisfied.

Gilgamesh, lightly leaning against the luxurious sofa, his eyes half-closed, revealing an indolent expression, a hint of disgust on his face, gently swirled the wine in his cup. In front of him, over twenty bottles of red wine had already gathered.

Bottle after bottle of red wine, each worth hundreds, even tens of millions of yen, were carelessly piled there, along with ice cubes and wine buckets, looking quite messy.

Some wine bottles were opened, while others were casually left on the carpet. The rich aroma of red wine permeated the luxurious living room.

Undoubtedly, all these red wines, just now painstakingly scoured by those pitiable servants, did not suit the taste of this king. They were too lowly, not only in their intrinsic value but also because they lacked even a shred of genuine feeling. These red wines, no matter how exquisitely crafted or how precious and rare, were fundamentally just mass-produced products. Let alone embodying the feelings of their creators, one couldn't even sense a trace of sincere intent from them.

"Truly, garbage-like rotten goods."

Gilgamesh sighed softly, then again lightly flicked the wine in his cup, tossing the wine bottle into the iron wine bucket. That was red wine worth millions, treated so lightly.

"Honestly, this servant believes, this isn't rotten goods. At least, looking at that servant's cautious expression, there's absolutely no possibility of it being fake."

On the luxurious king-sized bed, the young girl Athena gently pulled the snow-white quilt over herself, completely unconcerned about her spring splendor being revealed. Her eyes were lightly half-closed, filled with a severe expression.

Not only was this room filled with the scent of wine, but it was also a sound and an emotion full of strong disgust directed at Gilgamesh's rude behavior just now.

"These trash, bearing the brands of those ancient wineries, yet, besides using the same wine barrel, there's not a single shred of similarity. They're no different from rotten goods."

That king, however, merely chuckled dismissively, but still seriously responded to the young girl's question. He casually picked up an unopened bottle of red wine, gently caressing the exquisite ancient symbol on the bottle, and a hint of melancholy appeared on his face.

"Even if the craftsmanship has improved, and the taste is richer, the raw materials are countless times more refined than before, and even if the mouthfeel is more satisfying, it is still even more vulgar."

He sighed faintly, gently raising the wine bottle in his hand, and aimed it at the golden sun. The bottle contained a slightly impure, crystalline liquid, which reflected a pale brown light, falling on Gilgamesh's face.

"Do you know, when the impurities in this wine, from a flaw in its craftsmanship, turn into intentional artifice, this wine, no matter how precious, its inherent meaning changes."

Saying this, he casually tossed the wine bottle onto the solid wood table.

Hearing the crisp sound, Athena couldn't help but slightly wrinkle her delicate eyebrows. She rose from the bed.

Along with streaks of light, her thin sweater, short black stockings, and that ridiculous blue knitted hat, fully revealed her body. Just now, she indeed wasn't wearing a shred of clothing. Streaks of red marks were still on her delicate body.

"So, feeling this way, having this boring matter, calling a servant to send wine so early, and finally waking me up. What, can't you show a little bit of a king's demeanor!" The heroic spirit in the form of a young girl spoke fiercely, her tone slightly heavier. Although her tone was still indifferent, and her voice remained unchanged, the anger within was something even the most foolish person could easily feel.

At least, at this moment, Gilgamesh easily felt the young girl's rage.

"Honestly, a Heroic Spirit doesn't need rest, right?" He said faintly, his tone carrying a hint of indifference. "Are you really like an owl, needing to rest during the day?"

Saying this, he again casually opened a bottle of red wine, then lightly sniffed it.

"You, think, it's, whose, reason!" Athena finally couldn't maintain her indifferent expression any longer. Unparalleled rage appeared on her delicate face for the first time.

"A Heroic Spirit, even if it's an all-night battle, will never feel tired. Even continuous, bloody battles for days, or even years, will not have the slightest effect."

Gilgamesh said shamelessly, completely ignoring Athena's annoyed gaze.

"Then, let's go for a stroll in this modern world. Who knows, there might be something new and interesting. Even in this foreign land, there might be something worth seeing." Hearing these words, Athena lightly jumped back onto the soft king-sized bed.

"No, absolutely not. As the 'Black Night' herself, I must rest well!" She said faintly, her face devoid of any expression. However, the coldness and refusal in her meaning were evident. Gilgamesh sighed softly, but a hint of playfulness spread across his face.

"Truly, what a nuisance."

After these dull words, came the young girl's helpless shriek.

Moments later, on a street in Tokyo, amidst the bustling crowds, a golden-haired youth fiercely pulled a silver-haired girl, aimlessly seeking things that pleased him. They leisurely toured the sights of Tokyo's streets, commenting freely without hesitation, then unhesitatingly disdained its flaws. They were the oldest of kings, gods who never obeyed, fellows who could never be underestimated. But at this moment, they were like ordinary tourists in Tokyo, completely unremarkable.

Only the tragedy of last night, and the buildings turned into ruins, were silently screaming, reminding one how terrifying these two fellows were.

On the other side, in a luxurious courtyard.

Regardless of the exquisite layout, or the absolutely precious and incomparable luxury cars parked outside the courtyard, everything displayed the owner's wealth and power. This was the property of the 'Official Compilation Committee', originally intended as a residence for guests. However, at this moment, the silver-haired ponytail girl, who was a guest, had already left in a huff. With surging anger, she rushed towards the core of the Japanese sorcery world, that unremarkable building located in the center of Tokyo.

At this moment, the morning light, faintly cast.