"In a tiny civilized world, there existed intelligent beings similar to ants in size. Xu Zhi lowered his head and looked at the intelligent species that had evolved and reproduced step by step within the constraints of their physical size. The elderly man with tears streaming down his face felt a sense of regret. In his youth, he had held a juvenile ape in his hands, who stood atop a towering tree and brandished the sword of Damocles while shouting to the heavens. Now he was at the end of his days, and his youthful ambition and arrogance seemed as though it was just yesterday... but in fact, it had been only a few days ago.

To me, their seemingly endless eons were only a fleeting moment.

"Gilgamesh, have you been doing well all these years?" Xu Zhi asked softly, his voice penetrating the vast clouds and reaching the bustling city of Uruk far below, on top of the central palace.

Gilgamesh trembled as he held his sacred sword, his throat parched and hoarse, gazing up at the towering giant in the sky.

"Well... I've been doing okay."

Even though it wasn't the first time he had seen it, the magnificent spectacle still moved him. The massive giant pierced the clouds with a height of ten thousand feet, its body seeming to hold up the entire sky and earth, its intense radiance covering its face, and a faint, bright light shining through the clouds, a holy light that was as pure as snow. Its eyes, located between the clouds, were immeasurably deep.

The giant overlooked the entire city of Uruk.

Majestic, great, solemn, and sacred, no words in the world could describe the shockingly beautiful beauty of it!

"Oh my god!"

"It actually exists!"

Millions of people in the city, including leather-clad merchants, ragged slaves, noblewomen in long dresses, commoners, and craftsmen, put down their work and left their shops and houses to stand in the street, gazing up at the colossal giant that pierced the sky.

"The legendary intelligent species that gave us the gift of civilization, the wise behemoth..."

"A super-large giant with a height of ten thousand feet."

"What a magnificent and vast life form, comparable to the sky's sun, moon, and stars!"

They were all lost in the shock, their minds blank, filled with complex emotions such as admiration, awe, and fear, which ultimately transformed into unparalleled admiration.

The palace ministers around him were also stunned, which made Gilgamesh laugh, as he remembered his first encounter with the giant, and the same feeling of shock.

After a moment of silence, Gilgamesh looked up with a longing gaze. "Wise behemoth, I have passed on the civilization you entrusted to me over a hundred years ago."

Xu Zhi's voice was like a passage through the vast and ancient giants, resounding and penetrating through the clouds, sprinkling down on the city of Uruk below. "Your great achievements will be recorded in the Sumerian epic, Genesis, which you have ordered to be written. You will be the greatest first generation king in the history of Sumerian civilization, the hero king Gilgamesh. In the future, history will sing your praises."

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"No, the glory of a thousand years after death, living on in an epic passed down through generations, that is not what I want," Gilgamesh suddenly became excited.

"What do you want?"

"I want eternal life like you," Gilgamesh looked up at the towering giant with an intense desire, "I am willing to give up everything, willing to pay any price, please give me the three treasures of eternal life!"

Xu Zhi remained silent for a moment.

At this moment, King Gilgamesh had almost everything in the world - glory, women, power, wealth - the world belonged to him, but he was still unsatisfied. Longevity, Xu Zhi wanted it too!

Xu Zhi was currently suffering from a terminal illness and was on the brink of death. He was extremely envious of Gilgamesh's magnificent life, like an epic tale.

"Gilgamesh, you are too greedy. I do not possess the three treasures of eternal life," Xu Zhi calmly looked at the aging king, "the cycle of life and death is a natural law, and I cannot alter it."

At the end of life, everyone longs to live on.

At this moment, Xu Zhi seemed to be lamenting himself.

Identity and status were erased at this moment, and the scale of countless civilizations was crossed. He and Gilgamesh were just two pitiful species waiting for decay, facing the fear of death.

No matter if it's an emperor or an ant, they cannot escape the fate of becoming dust and bones.

Xu Zhi suddenly wanted to say:

"I am just like you, facing death."

But he didn't. He just looked down at the king's city with deep emotion.

"No... no..." Gilgamesh's throat was hoarse as he looked at the huge and sacred face in the clouds, "No, you are deceiving me. You can do it, you clearly can!"

His eyes were burning with excitement as he looked at Xu Zhi's sturdy and young body, towering like a mountain range and solid like a boulder. He had aged over two hundred years, but had never left a single trace on this great giant.

Time for him seemed like yesterday.

As the most mysterious and intelligent species, the Wise Beast, to him, was eternal.

"What incredible power, what a desirable long life..."

Gilgamesh's lips trembled as he spoke in a low, menacing tone. Suddenly he threw his head back and couldn't help but roar, "So you came in response to my call, to witness my death? A pitiful and pathetic life, trembling in the face of death."

"I have come to bid you farewell, and not to extend your life. I am also here for the second exchange of civilization and to issue a warning." Xu Zhi sighed and said, "Your civilization is too cruel. You exterminate the surrounding creatures, destroy the forests, slaughter the giant beasts, and trample on the land. True civilization is not brutal or savage. I demand that you stop your killing!"

"Stop, the killing?" Gilgamesh, with his towering and silver-haired physique, was still robust. He suddenly trembled and shuddered all over, his eyes burning like a raging flame, growing stronger and stronger. The elderly man took a step forward, "No, killing cannot be stopped. My footsteps cannot be stopped! Do you know that in all these years, the sword you gave me, the sword of Damocles, hung high above my head? It has given me great power, but also unmatched fear... And today, I will pull out the sword that hangs over my head with my own hands!"

"Akkad."

"Here, my lord." The court historian in charge of compiling "Genesis" stepped forward.

"Record the history of our civilization at this moment. I say, and you write." Gilgamesh's voice was decisive.

On the red platform, Akkad silently picked up a goose feather quill and unrolled a gray animal skin paper. "Your Majesty, speak."

"The history of mankind's struggle against nature is a history of courage and glory... My intention in ordering the compilation of "Genesis" was to leave the history for future generations, to let them understand the courage of our ancestors' struggle against nature."

"Now, let history record my moment of courage."

Gilgamesh took a deep, rugged breath and, leaning on the sword of Damocles, laughed and explained, "In the 175th year of the Sumerian dynasty, after slaying the strongest legendary power monster Fimbul, the hero king Gilgamesh, who had been sealed for over a hundred years, once again used his strength to lure a wise giant beast to appear and attempted to strike it down with his sword."