Chapter 309: Gifting Time to History

Xu Zhi continued to arrange the teacups, his back to Shira. Shira looked at his figure, feeling an aura of mystery and laziness combined in him. "It was as if time had left no mark on him. All ages and history seemed unrelated to him, as if he were isolated, untouched by the mundane world." This was Shira's inner thought. She had never imagined that her ordinary life as a common person would intersect with an ancient, great existence from historical myths, especially not that he had been her uncle for many years. It felt surreal. Perhaps only this Messiah Emperor Monarch, upon awakening from ancient times, would be so leisurely and relaxed as to forgo battling on the front lines for the chance to become a deity, choosing instead to be a bar owner here, surrounded by gardens and fine wine. However, she suddenly became immensely curious. Even this ancient being, the Messiah Emperor, had said she might die next? What exactly was he planning to do? Was he going to tell a story of history? She seemed to have guessed some of it. But she was not afraid of death, nor did she regret anything. As an ordinary mortal, to be able to follow the most ancient emperor, whatever she had to experience, it would be a supreme honor!

That day, Xu Zhi had Shira settle down. By nightfall, a piece of news had silently spread among the people throughout Wilton: the mysterious owner of "Phoebe" bar was actually the Messiah Emperor Monarch? And he was going to tell mythical stories, starting tomorrow with ancient Sumerian civilization, the first chapter of history's origin: the creation of the world? Many didn't believe it, but that didn't stop them from joining the excitement. The next day, people arrived on time.

"They say that when the world was created, giant beast species roamed freely, while the insect-ape tribe was weak, barely clinging to existence..." At the bar, Xu Zhi sat sipping wine, his voice calm, carrying a gentle, lazy magnetism that made one feel like drifting into sleep. Everyone listening seemed to be deeply engrossed. Their eyes were unfocused, as if following the voice back through the long river of ancient time, witnessing those scenes and eras. In the distance, Shira was serving drinks and food to the crowd. "How did weak ancient people survive?" "Indeed, the giant beast species, even if they hadn't demonized into magical beasts, still..."

When he spoke of the wise giant beasts descending, cradling Gilgamesh in their palms, traveling through mountains and rivers to bestow the three treasures of civilization, the sheer size and grandeur of the giants were incredibly striking, as if one were truly there. "This is incredible. Civilization is the power of the intelligent species, granting the spark of fire, the blood of power, and the Sword of Damocles. So, that sword, which in later generations means a sword hanging over one's head, a sword of crisis, originated from this!" "What kind of beings are those wise giant beasts?" "Could it be the Creator God whom Medusa, the original demon god, once met?" "Hush! That's blasphemy! How could the Creator God be a wise giant beast? Using the word 'beast' to describe the Creator God as a giant beast species is absolutely terrifying!"

Gradually, Gilgamesh in the story began to age, becoming an old hero. Many deeply felt the dull ache of lonely and solitary years, an indescribable sense of desolation. Hearing of him lying aged in a chair, reminiscing about the past, there was a sense of wistfulness and sorrow. "Even the Hero King has a time when he grows old and passes away." "Alas! There's an indescribable sorrow. No matter how brilliantly you shine in an era, you eventually turn to dust, unable to withstand the passage of time." "But wait, that's not right, is it? How could Gilgamesh grow old and die so quickly?"

The listeners were filled with emotion, but as the story continued, countless people were once again stunned. Gilgamesh, by consuming the blood of power, actually lived a second life! He then displayed swift and brutal methods, personally killing his own son and purging the entire tribe, once again becoming its leader. Countless people were captivated by the bloodshed and killing. "Truly worthy of being an epic Hero King, a cunning hero?" "But also too brutal."

Everyone was mesmerized, but suddenly, the storyteller's voice ceased. "Tomorrow, I will tell the second chapter, the City-State Era." Xu Zhi spoke calmly. This chapter, "The Creation of the World," ended quickly, but its impact was immense: the appearance of mysterious giant beasts, their descent to the mortal realm, bestowing treasures of civilization, and the Hero King... "It's over already? Are you kidding me! Tell us a billion more chapters, it's just getting good!" "Please, tell us more. What exactly are the giant beast species, the wise giant beasts? Are they also an intelligent race and civilization? Perhaps like Fenba, the powerful giant beast? Did the Sumerians and the wise giant beast species eventually fight, mutually slaughtering each other and heading towards destruction?" "I want to hear the rest, I want to hear the rest!" "Please, really, I'm suffering from stopping halfway." Countless people cried out noisily, lamenting. They found the story incredibly exciting; that era was too dazzling, making them feel as if they were truly there, transported into that time, imbued with a sense of its ancient vastness and grandeur. Moreover, a colossal mystery emerged! How did Gilgamesh's Sumerian civilization lead to the world-destroying Great Flood? Was it a natural disaster? Or a man-made catastrophe?

In the current Potion Era, separated from ancient Babylonian mythology, people no longer knew how the Sumerian civilization was ultimately extinguished. Legend says it was a Great Flood? But was it true or false? Current potion archaeologists and various academies had some claiming to have found traces of the ancient Great Flood, while others claimed to have found contradictory evidence. This was unknown history. Just like Earth's super-ancient civilization, Atlantis—that once glorious ancient technological civilization only exists in legends. How was it destroyed? No one knows, though it's widely rumored to have been a heaven-sent Great Flood. Its very existence, however, compels one to investigate. "Ancient, mysterious history is too terrifying; the truth makes one's blood run cold." "What will Gilgamesh, acclaimed as the strongest man in history, do next?" "In short, he alone illuminated an entire era!!"

The crowd remained unsatisfied, discussing incessantly, finding the opening too thrilling. Within just a few days, the entire bar became famous. It was said that the Messiah Emperor of ancient times had emerged to tell the true myths of ancient Sumerian civilization, attracting many people from neighboring cities to travel long distances. "Messiah Emperor," Ivy said respectfully, tidying up dishes, "the stir seems to be growing." "It's fine," Xu Zhi smiled. He then calmly continued explaining the second chapter, "The Sumerian City-State Era," and the third chapter, "The Era of Three Kings Standing Together." He told these stories because he didn't want history to completely disappear with time. As Gilgamesh himself had said, "The hymn of humanity is the hymn of history." A civilization without history was destined not to last long. He not only wanted to tell history but also correct some historical inaccuracies, such as those concerning his Messiah Era.