Playing As The Hero King At The End

Anu, the Sky God, sat upon his divine throne in the highest realm of the heavens. His eyes, shimmering with the light of countless stars, slowly opened as a faint disturbance reached his senses.

It had been ten days since Ishtar had borrowed Gugalanna, the Celestial Bull, to punish the insolent humans below. Anu had allowed it, knowing full well the reason—Ishtar had been humiliated by a mortal, a human king who dared to defy her. Such arrogance could not go unpunished.

But now, something felt wrong.

Anu reached out with his divine will, attempting to summon Gugalanna back to the heavens. Yet, his command was met with silence. It wasn't that the Celestial Bull ignored him—it was as if the beast no longer existed within the realm of his influence.

A frown creased Anu's brow. Had Ishtar gone too far? Had she ventured into the domains of other pantheons, causing an incident that would bring shame to their divine lineage?

With a wave of his hand, Anu summoned a vision of the mortal world. The image cleared to reveal the city of Uruk, a sprawling metropolis that stood as a testament to human ambition.

But something was amiss.

The grand temple of Uruk lay in ruins, its once-majestic structure reduced to rubble. In the center of the city, a massive cauldron boiled over a roaring fire, its contents emitting a strange, savory aroma. Beside it, a figure sat upon a throne, casually tearing into a piece of meat.

Anu's eyes narrowed.

The figure was none other than Gilgamesh, the King of Uruk. And the meat he was eating—

The vision zoomed in, revealing the contents of the cauldron.

Anu's face darkened, his divine composure shattered. The cauldron contained the remains of Gugalanna, the Celestial Bull, its once-mighty form now reduced to a stew.

"How dare they!"

Anu's voice thundered through the heavens, shaking the very foundations of his divine palace. The armrest of his throne crumbled to dust under the force of his grip.

The Sky God rose to his full height, his divine aura erupting like a storm. The entire temple trembled, its walls groaning under the weight of his fury.

"A mere mortal… dares to slay my divine beast and feast upon its flesh?!"

The other gods of the Babylonian pantheon felt the tremors of Anu's rage. They turned their gazes toward the highest temple, their expressions a mix of awe and fear.

"What has angered Lord Anu?"

"Who could possibly provoke such wrath?"

"This hasn't happened in millennia!"

Meanwhile, in another part of the divine realm, Ishtar emerged from her chambers, her usual air of confidence replaced by unease. The sudden surge of divine anger had interrupted her… activities.

"What in the heavens is going on?" she muttered, rushing toward Anu's temple.

By the time she arrived, Anu was gone. The Sky God had descended to the mortal world, his fury unleashed upon the earth.

Above Uruk, the sky darkened once more. The stars vanished, replaced by a swirling vortex of black clouds. Lightning crackled across the heavens, and the air grew heavy with divine pressure.

Anu descended, his towering form casting a shadow over the city. His eyes, cold and unyielding, scanned the streets below. The humans of Uruk cowered under his gaze, their bodies trembling as if the weight of the heavens itself pressed down upon them.

One by one, they began to kneel, their wills crushed by the overwhelming presence of a god.

But then, a voice cut through the silence.

"Who gave you permission to kneel?"

The voice was calm, almost casual, yet it carried an authority that rivaled even the Sky God's. The people of Uruk hesitated, their knees freezing mid-bend.

Gilgamesh sat upon his throne, a piece of meat in one hand and a goblet of wine in the other. He looked up at Anu, his crimson eyes gleaming with defiance.

"I am Anu, the Sky God," the deity declared, his voice shaking the very earth. "Bow before me, mortal, and perhaps I shall grant you a swift death."

Gilgamesh smirked, his lips curling into a dangerous grin. He rose from his throne, his movements unhurried, as if the presence of a god meant nothing to him.

"Anu, huh?" the king said, his tone dripping with mockery. "Tell me, oh mighty Sky God, do you always talk so much?"

Anu's eyes narrowed, his divine aura intensifying. The stars above began to glow brighter, their light growing until it seemed as though the heavens themselves would crash down upon the earth.

But Gilgamesh didn't flinch. His crimson eyes burned with a light that rivaled the stars, a light that seemed to push back against the divine pressure.

"Here's a thought," Gilgamesh said, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Why don't you come down here? I'm getting a crick in my neck from looking up at you."

The people of Uruk stared in awe, their fear replaced by a growing sense of pride. Their king, their hero, stood unyielding before a god.

Anu's expression darkened, his divine wrath reaching its peak.

"You dare mock me, mortal?"

Gilgamesh's grin widened.

"Mock you? No. I'm just tired of looking up at you. So, how about this—"

He raised his hand, a golden light beginning to form in his palm.

"I'll bring you down myself."

The battle between god and mortal was about to begin.

Silence—

The world seemed to freeze, as if time itself had stopped. The audacity of Gilgamesh's words—"Could you come down? It's tiring to look up at you"—had left the universe in stunned disbelief.

Gulp—

The sound of someone swallowing nervously echoed faintly. It came from Gray, the youngest of the Valkyries, who looked no older than twelve or thirteen. Her small frame trembled as she clutched her sister Brynhildr's sleeve, her wide eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before her.

That gulp, seemingly so loud in the silence, drew the attention of Anu, the Sky God. His divine gaze flickered toward their hidden observation point, and for a moment, Gray felt as though Death itself had brushed its cold fingers against her spine.

Anu's lips curled into a smile, a smile that made the very air tremble. Gray's clothes were drenched in cold sweat, her small hands gripping Brynhildr's sleeve tighter.

"Is this arrogance born of ignorance?" Anu's voice rumbled like distant thunder. "Or is it simply your nature, human king, to never lower your gaze, no matter what stands before you?"

Brynhildr, too, was tense. Beads of sweat rolled down her face as she watched the scene unfold. She knew Gilgamesh was no fool. His arrogance was not born of ignorance but of confidence—confidence in his own strength and cunning.

But how could a mortal, even one as extraordinary as Gilgamesh, hope to defeat a chief god like Anu?

As if in answer to her unspoken question, Gilgamesh raised his hand. A silver chain, adorned with strange wedges at both ends, materialized in his grasp. With a casual flick of his wrist, he hurled the chain toward Anu.

The Sky God watched with disdain, his expression one of amused contempt. To him, the chain was nothing more than a child's toy, a futile attempt by a mortal to challenge a god.

But then, something unexpected happened.

The chain did not shatter upon contact with Anu's divine aura. Instead, it wrapped around him with unerring precision, binding his limbs and sealing his divine power.

Anu's eyes widened in shock. He struggled against the chains, but the more he resisted, the tighter they became.

"What… is this?" Brynhildr whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief.

The chains were no ordinary bindings. They were divine artifacts, capable of restraining even a chief god.

With a thunderous crash, Anu fell from the sky, his divine form slamming into the ground with enough force to shatter the stone beneath him. He groaned in pain, his once-majestic presence reduced to that of a trapped beast.

Gilgamesh stepped forward, a blood-red spear in his hand. The weapon radiated an ominous aura, its tip glinting with a malevolent light.

Anu's eyes widened in fear as he realized the true danger he was in.

"Do you think this spear can pierce your divine flesh?" Gilgamesh asked, his voice dripping with mockery.

Before Anu could respond, the king drove the spear downward with brutal force. The crimson tip pierced the Sky God's chest, pinning him to the ground.

Blood gushed from the wound, staining the stone altar beneath him. Anu's body convulsed, his divine essence fading with each passing moment.

Gray clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a scream. Her eyes were wide with terror and disbelief.

"H-He… killed him?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Brynhildr, too, was in shock. She had expected an epic battle, a clash of titans that would shake the heavens and the earth. Instead, Gilgamesh had ended the fight with a single, decisive strike.

"Is this… real?" Brynhildr murmured, her voice trembling.

The scene before her was no illusion. Anu's lifeless body lay on the altar, his divine blood pooling around him. His soul, too, had been extinguished, leaving no chance of resurrection.

Gilgamesh stood over the fallen god, his crimson eyes gleaming with triumph. The blood-red spear in his hand seemed to pulse with a dark energy, as if reveling in its victory.

"Hahahaha… Ohohoho…"

Brynhildr's laughter broke the silence, a mix of hysteria and exhilaration.

"Gray, we've hit the jackpot!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with manic energy. "With Gilgamesh on our side, humanity's victory is all but assured!"

Gray, however, was less enthusiastic. She stared at Gilgamesh with a mixture of awe and fear.

"Sister… are we really going to choose him?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Brynhildr's grin widened.

"Oh, yes. He's perfect."

The first mortal to slay a god. His name—Gilgamesh.

The crimson eyes narrowed slightly, the figure reflected in the retina remained motionless.

The red spear had pierced through the chest, blood gushing out, soaking the stone floor.

Had a god truly been slain?

Honestly, when he threw out the Chains of Heaven, he wasn't entirely sure if it would work on a god of this world.

But the result spoke for itself.

Looking at the Chains of Heaven that bound the Sky God Anu, the once tightly bound chains now seemed to loosen, as if the tension had been released.

The blood-red spear in his hand, which had been radiating an ominous aura, now felt like an ordinary spear, as if it had been painted red with ordinary metal.

The reason was simple—both items had lost their Noble Phantasm effects. This was the reward he received after reaching 90% progress.

One-time Noble Phantasms: the Chains of Heaven and Gáe Bolg.

When he first reached 50% progress, there was a "Ding" sound.

『Progress reached 50%. Reward: One-time Noble Phantasm, Chains of Heaven.』

One-time?

Then, when he reached 90% progress:

『Progress reached 90%. Reward: One-time Gate of Babylon...』

At this point, he felt a surge of excitement, but then the text continued:

『...A random Noble Phantasm from the Gate of Babylon—Gáe Bolg.』

It was a rather frustrating reward. A seemingly powerful Noble Phantasm, but its performance was... underwhelming.

They say that Lancers are cursed with bad luck, so he couldn't help but wonder if he had been cursed as well.

But upon closer inspection, he realized that this wasn't Cú Chulainn's Gáe Bolg, but rather the demonic spear of Scáthach, the god-slayer.

As for why the Gate of Babylon contained Scáthach's spear instead of Gungnir, he had no idea.

Now, after killing the Sky God Anu, what was the progress?

『Current Progress: 99.9%』

It was an infuriating progress bar, as if it were teasing him, stuck at the very last moment.

The ease with which he had killed a god was largely due to Anu's arrogance and underestimation, allowing the Chains of Heaven to bind him without resistance.

Hmm? More guests have arrived. This complicates things.

If they had come with Anu from the start, he could have unleashed the full power of the spear, rather than just using it to pin down a body.

Now, multiple figures appeared in the sky—the rest of the Babylonian pantheon, arriving late.

Silence—!

The gods, who had been watching from a distance, afraid to approach while their chief god Anu was in a rage, now drew closer. What they saw left them utterly stunned.

Their chief god, Anu, who had just been radiating divine might, now lay dead on the altar of the mortal world.

He had been dragged down by chains thrown by a human, then stabbed through the heart like a sacrificial lamb?

A human had killed a god?

This was impossible, an absolute contradiction of the natural order.

But... how else could they explain what they were seeing?

Could they claim that Anu had suddenly succumbed to some old ailment, allowing Gilgamesh to get lucky?

Nonsense! This was their chief god, slain by a mere human!

This was a monumental blow, an unbearable humiliation, a cosmic joke!

Their eyes then fell on the altar, where a large cauldron was boiling... a bull?

"The... Bull of Heaven?"

The Bull of Heaven was being cooked?

The King of Uruk—Gilgamesh—had truly gone mad. No wonder Anu had been so enraged.

"King of Uruk, what... what have you done?!"

A sharp, hoarse voice rang out—it was the goddess Ishtar, her voice trembling.

Her body, too, was shaking, though whether from fear or anger was unclear.

Facing her accusation, Gilgamesh simply smirked, his lips curling with amusement.

"What have I done? As you can see, I've merely slain one of your worthless pests. Is there really a need for such a fuss?"

His casual tone, his dismissive words, made the gods tremble with rage.

The audacity! They wanted to strangle this human where he stood.

But without understanding the situation, they hesitated.

They couldn't believe that Gilgamesh had killed Anu on his own. Perhaps another god had aided him.

If they acted rashly, they might fall victim to the same trap.

The chains that bound Anu, the spear that pierced his heart—these were no ordinary weapons. They couldn't have been forged by human hands.

After scanning the area and finding nothing unusual, their attention returned to the figure on the altar.

Gilgamesh had now taken his seat on the throne.

Though the throne was only a dozen meters above the ground, the aura of arrogance and fearlessness emanating from him made the gods feel as if they were the ones looking up, as if the altar had risen above the heavens, forcing them to gaze upon this human king with reverence.

A mere human, making gods feel small!

This realization filled them with a mix of shock, shame, and fury.

Suddenly, a terrifying divine presence filled the air—another chief god of their pantheon, Marduk, had arrived.

Marduk fearlessly descended onto the altar, standing beside Anu's lifeless body. He reached for the weapon that had slain Anu.

"What—?!"

Marduk's expression turned to one of disbelief. The blood-red spear in his hand was nothing more than an ordinary human weapon.

This was impossible!

Such a weapon couldn't possibly have killed Anu. Even without divine power, it shouldn't have been able to pierce a god's body, let alone destroy their soul.

The chains, too, flew into his hand at a gesture. Upon inspection, they were just ordinary chains.

"What... have you done, King of Uruk? Who aided you?"

This was too bizarre. Anu, killed by mortal weapons?

His death was absolute, irreversible. No resurrection could bring him back. This was now a fixed point in the fabric of reality.

"I won't repeat myself. As for who aided me... hahaha, do I look like someone who needs help?"

Gilgamesh's arrogant, dismissive attitude made it clear that he wasn't lying.

This human king was simply that prideful.

Seeing that he would get no answers, Marduk's expression hardened.

In an instant, a terrifying storm of divine lightning gathered in the sky, forming a spear of judgment—a divine punishment!

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Note if you think this is Ai or a original fanfic because of the words used, you should try reading the actual Chinese version in the native language its worse than what I translated I tried my best to get rid of Chinese words and make it into a English translation.