"Oho...It''sbeen a while since I got a visitor,"


    I found myself standing in a vast, open in under asky dark andswirling with storm clouds. The oppressive air of the tomb was gone, reced by an overwhelming sense of expanse and power. Before me stood a figure d in golden armor,hispresencemanding and awe-inspiring.Thiswas Gilgamesh, the legendary king of heroes.


    Gilgamesh''saura was almost palpable,abination ofraw power and ancient wisdom. Hisverypresence seemed to bend the air around him, a testament to his unparalleled strength and history. Known throughout the ages as the hero king, Gilgamesh had conquerednds, vanquished mighty foes, and amassed vast treasures. His deeds were the stuff of legends, his name synonymous with greatness.


    He had short golden hair that shimmered like the sun, framing a face both regal and intimidating. His eyes, a deep crimson, held a mix of disdain and curiosity as he regarded me. His golden armor, adorned with intricate designs and ancient runes, gleamed with an ethereal light.Gilgamesh''sstance was rxed, yet there was an undeniable air of majesty and dominance about him.


    "Oho, and who might you be?"he asked, his tonehaughty, befitting his grand stature and history.


    "Iam Draven Arcanum von Drakhan,"I replied, my voice steady despite the immense pressure I felt.


    Gilgamesh''seyes narrowed slightly, andthen,without warning, he unleashed a torrent of murderous intent and hisfuura.The air grew thick and suffocating, a crushing weight pressing down on me. My breathing becamebored, eachinhale was a struggle. But I stood firm.


    My [Herculean Physique] helped me endure the physical strain, andDraven''smental of steel, mental of adamantine, honed through years of discipline and his monstrous ego, kept me from faltering.


    Gilgamesh observed me intently, the corners of his mouth twitching upward."Interesting,"he mused, the murderous aura receding."You are strong, both in body and mind. I respect that."


    A heartyugh erupted from him, echoing across the in."Very well, Draven. You have earned my attention. Thest person to stand here was your father, Darzen. He sought only one thing: the Drakhan Sword, a de that resonates with your bloodline."


    I nodded, absorbing the revtion. My father had stood where I stood now, facing this legendary figure. The Drakhan Sword wasindeeda family heirloom, a weapon of great power and significance.Thisis actually the first time I heard that.It''sa history I,as one of the game developers, did not know.


    Gilgamesh''sexpression softenedslightlyas he regarded me."Tell me, Draven, what is it that you seek? What do you wish to know?"


    I took a deep breath, considering my response carefully. Idon''tknow ifit''sbecause of my game and history knowledge of the character and the epic of Gilgamesh, but I decided to take a risk."I seek your strength, all of your might and power."


    I rememberaboutthe Gate of Babilonia, the Grimoire of Gilgamesh that contained allofhis mighty treasures.With that in hand, there would be nothing Icouldn''tface.


    For a moment, there was silence. Then, Gilgameshughed again, a deep, genuineugh that seemed to shake theveryground."Bold, very bold! It has been a long time since anyone has made meugh like this. But s, I cannot grant your request. My alter ego and the seed of my power have alreadybeen given away, entrusted to another not of this world."


    I felt a pang of disappointment but hid it well.Gilgamesh''spower was beyond anything I could have imagined, but his words hinted at somethinggreater, a force that existed beyond my current understanding.


    Gilgamesh''sgaze softened."However, I can offer you guidance and a fraction of my strength, a token of my respect for your bravery and determination. Use it wisely, Draven, and continue to pursue your path with unwavering resolve."


    I nodded, epting his words with a sense of gratitude. Even a fraction ofGilgamesh''sstrength was more than Icould havehoped for. The legendary king of heroes extended his hand, and I felt a surge of energy flow into me, a gift that would aid me in the challengestoe.


    Gilgamesh''sexpression turned contemtive as he continued,"You see, Draven, my reason for sending my seed and alter ego to another world is rooted inthe responsibilities I bear. Babilonia and Uruk were not merely kingdoms; they were bastions, the heart of a defense against demonic incursions.


    The gods entrusted me with this duty not solely forthe protection ofour world but for safeguarding several realms."


    He paused, his eyes distant as if recalling ancient memories."There exists ace,distant andperilous,where a demonking''spower surpasses anything this world has faced.To ensure its safety, I sent my alter ego and the seed of my power to a chosen individual there. This person holds the key to thatrealm''ssurvival, just as I once did for Babilonia.


    The struggle against demonic forces isa battlefought on multiple fronts, andmy presence was neededelsewhere."


    I absorbed his words, understanding the gravity of his actions. Gilgamesh, always a guardian, had extended his reach beyond the confines of our world, a testament to his unyielding sense of duty.


    After recounting his story,Gilgamesh''seyes lit up with realization. He raised his hand, and a fountain penappeared, hoveringbetween us."Ah, I almost forgot.This,"he said, gesturing to the pen,"is a gift that suits your talents in''Control''magic and psychokinesis. It is no ordinary pen."


    I looked at the pen, noting its elegant design. It shimmered with an otherworldly light, intricate runes etched along its surface."This pen,"Gilgamesh continued,"is a living weapon.Itwas craftedfrom the essence of the god of wisdom, whomI defeated.Its true potential lies not just in writing but inbat and magic. It adapts to theuser''swill, capable of transforming into various forms."


    He handed me the pen, and as I touched it, I felt a faint pulse, a sign of itstent power."This pen can reproduce''seeds''if fed a certain amount of mana.With practice, you can create various types of pens—firepens, dark pens, psychokinesis pens, and more.Each one will aid you in different magical disciplines, acting as an extension of your will."


    I marveled at the pen, feeling its connection to my mana. The possibilities it offered were endless, a versatile tool that could grow with my abilities.


    Gilgamesh''sgaze softened as he prepared to bid farewell."Before you go, let me exin the fraction of strength I have bestowed upon you. It has appeared in your list of skills as''King ofHeroes''Might.''This power enhances your physical and magical abilities, granting you a measure of my resilience and authority.


    You will find your strength increased, your magic more potent, and your presencemanding."


    As he spoke, I felt a surge of energywithin me, a newfound vitality coursing through my veins. The''King ofHeroes''Might''was more than just power; it was a legacy, a piece ofGilgamesh''sessence that now resided in me.


    With a final nod, Gilgamesh began to fade, his form dissolving into the ether."Go forth, Draven, andmake use ofthe gifts you have received. Prove yourself worthy of the legacy you carry and the power you possess. And save the world, Hero Dravis,"


    I found myself back in the tomb, the knights looking at me with awe and confusion. The sword on the pedestal glowed brightly,a symbol ofthe trial I had faced and the strength I had gained.


    As I put back the sword, a sense of purpose filled me. The weight ofGilgamesh''swords and the power he had granted resonated deeply within me. The path ahead was fraught with challenges, but I now carried the strength and wisdom of the king of heroes.


    ''Hero Dravis''


    Looks likethere''sno lie could pass the king of heroes, I chuckled.


    We exited the tomb, the knights surrounding me with a newfound respect, including Modric. The journey back to the Drakhan manor was uneventful, the silence heavy with the implications of what had transpired. Each step I took felt more assured, andmy resolve strengthened by the encounter.


    Back at the manor, the sun was setting, casting a golden hue over thendscape.Theopulenceof the manor, once a stark contrast to the struggling cities, now felt like a beacon of hope.


    I''veobtained what I want, but it will be a waste if Ijustleave like this. I still have several days before thenextlecture.


    Looking at my territorpletely differenttowhat I have in mind raises a slight annoyance inside me, butitcan''tbe helped.


    It''snot good to keep on relying on good luck.


    Let''sobserve this earldom that the former Draven had left neglected and fix the things thatcould be fixed.