Chaldea.

"Roman, are you alright?"

Director Olga Marie looked at the increasingly haggard Romani, and couldn't help but worry. What on earth was wrong with him? He had become so gaunt.

"I'm fine."

Romani held his waist, forcing a smile. It was the kind of thing he had to keep to himself. If he said it out loud, people would laugh their heads off.

The Queen of Sheba had used the spatiotemporal portal Kenji had opened to come to his room.

Romani had never wanted to not be an ordinary person as much as he did now. In front of the Servant, the Queen of Sheba, he was, so to speak, powerless. He was easily handled.

He felt his body had been hollowed out. Every morning when he walked, his legs were weak.

"I'm a doctor. I understand my own body," Romani said.

With that, he took out a water glass with goji berries floating in it. This was just his daily health regimen; don't overthink it.

Life is hard; goji water helps.

Sigh... that bastard Merlin. Who could he have summoned? He just had to summon the Queen of Sheba.

The Queen of Sheba was "squeezing him dry" because she didn't want to see him constantly on edge. As wise as she was, she had seen it at a glance, and she had also seen that he couldn't resist. Even if he didn't want to rest, he would be dragged to bed to "rest."

Although he looked a little worn out, the spirit in his eyes was better.

"You're not going to stay with the goddess Tiamat?"

When Kenji and the others came out of the dream space, Merlin couldn't help but say. He had seen Tiamat's reluctant expression. It was as if she were saying, "Don't leave me." And his pressure had been greatly reduced. If someone could share the burden, he could relax a little.

"Breathing with your gills... you'd better do it yourself. By the way, if Gorgon dies once, the awakened Tiamat will break your Cage of Dreams," Kenji said, seeing right through Merlin's thoughts. The man with no conscience wants to slack off? Not on my watch.

"Uh..."

Merlin was sweating profusely. If Tiamat woke up, his little body would be killed on the spot, and then his main body would have to turn into the most ancient of long-distance runners (a Grand Marathon Runner) and run all the way from Avalon. He was just a Magus of Flowers who wasn't good at fighting. Running that far was very tiring. But there would be a show to watch here then, so he couldn't not run.

"Um, can you think of a way?"

"Instead of making your entrance at the end, I suggest you start running from Avalon now," Kenji said, making a running motion.

"Fine..."

Merlin thought for a moment. So what if it's a little tiring? I can't miss the show.

Tap... tap...

"I... have left the Underworld."

Ereshkigal was like a toddler learning to walk, taking one step at a time on the land of Uruk. As the mistress of the Underworld, she was not affected.

The gentle sunlight was a little dazzling. Ereshkigal reached a hand toward the sky, and rays of sunlight slipped silently through her fingers.

"You really did it. The Underworld can be... created just like that?" Ishtar asked, sitting on Maanna, and looked at the black pearl on Ereshkigal's wrist.

Don't be fooled by its miniature size; it was a real underworld. The reason Ereshkigal could step on the land above the Underworld was because of this portable underworld. As long as she wore it, she would not be affected in any way.

"It was a little difficult. I've never created an underworld before," Kenji said, making a pinching motion with his thumb and index finger.

Don't misunderstand. This isn't what they mean by a "fingertip universe."

"By the way, if someone dies, will their soul go to the underworld below, or to the one on her wrist?" Ishtar asked.

Ereshkigal had come out, and she was very gratified. She had challenged the Underworld back then because she couldn't stand to see Ereshkigal unable to leave due to the gods' command.

"It depends on fate. If I don't actively intervene, the probability of entering either underworld is about the same," Ereshkigal said after thinking for a moment.

"A soul with indecisiveness... will it become a lonely ghost wandering everywhere?" Kenji couldn't help but laugh.

"It... it probably won't, right?" Ereshkigal said with an awkward laugh. Could that really happen?

"What's the point of thinking so much? Since you're out, you should just relax. Living in a dark place like the Underworld... you haven't grown any hair, have you?" Ishtar stretched her delicate figure. Although she didn't have much of a burden in front, paired with her revealing clothes, it had a unique flavor.

"Who's grown hair?! You idiot, Ishtar!"

She knew Ishtar didn't even know where her bull had gone. What an unreliable, idiotic goddess.

And she won't have any ominous late-life misfortunes, so what's with the hair?

"Who are you calling an idiot, you gloomy neurotic goddess?!"

Ishtar retorted directly. This was the nickname she hated most. She was clearly a genius, with world-shaking wisdom.

"Who are you calling... wait, a soul has already come in?"

Ereshkigal was about to continue bickering when she sensed something and immediately looked at the "Underworld" on her wrist.

"The aura is a little familiar... a demigod... is it that king of Uruk?" Ereshkigal frowned. Was this guy killed by someone?

"Ah! Pfft, hahaha! Goldie is dead?"

Ishtar burst out laughing, jumped to Ereshkigal's side, and leaned over her wrist to observe.

Kenji also walked over. A Goldie who had died of overwork... this was a must-see.

Three pairs of eyes were looking at the "Underworld"—or more accurately, at its first guest.

"Is this the Underworld?"

"Where the hell did you bring this king?"

Gilgamesh stood in a sea of flowers, a bewildered and dumbfounded look on his face.

It was the aura of the underworld, but how could flowers be blooming in the underworld? Was this right? He had been to the underworld before, but this one was completely different. Had he gone to the underworld of another pantheon?

Whatever. I'll just shout first.

"Ereshkigal! Are you there?"

...

...

"Hahaha! Goldie! Are you calling for a god?"

Ishtar's laughter echoed in the "Underworld," full of mockery and teasing.

"!"

Gilgamesh slowly raised his head and was instantly startled. Several large eyeballs had appeared in the void. It was too bizarre.

"Idiot goddess! What are you guys doing?!" The corner of Gilgamesh's mouth twitched. He roughly understood that he had been set up.

"Hahaha! How did you die, Goldie? Tell us so we can have a laugh," Ishtar said, in a good mood, not angry at all.

Gilgamesh: "..."

How did he die? Does dying of overwork count?

"Hahaha! I just wanted to see this expression on your face!" The louder Ishtar laughed, the darker Gilgamesh's face became.

"King of Uruk, it seems you died of overwork. It just so happened that you were drawn to the Underworld," Ereshkigal said, having sensed it. Her eyes became strange. A dignified demigod, to have his soul leave his body in such a way... it was incomprehensible. How tired must he have been?

"Hahaha..."

Hearing the "cause of death," Ishtar let out an even more joyous laugh. This cause of death, on Gilgamesh, was indeed quite laughable.