Well, it is what it is. This fanfic is making me stupid. I don't know what right nor what to do. I thought it's fine to follow the concept of plot of Xianzhou luofu until... I realized it's fanfiction not a summarization so yeah, I'm gonna turn off my brain and throw whatever I want to put even if its nonsensical... This time I'm gonna try my best to complete more chapters. I already have plans what's next, the problem would be the words I'll be using... That's why I use chatgpt to navigate words that I couldn't grasp
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Sorry!
Ps: Thank you for the 56k views even though its bad and unworthy to be read and also thanks to those guys who kept commenting that's why I got motivation to write this chapter. Especially you, Gu_Tsukasa 🙏
... I'm also watching Gilgamesh edit to grasp his speech pattern
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March and Caelus grinned after hearing Gilgamesh and Tingyun's praise, their hands clapping together with a soft pop, like a bubble bursting on contact.
"Still, without this bow, I doubt my attack could even scratch that deer."
March admired the golden bow in her hand. Unlike her, Caelus did more than admire it—he swung it like a baseball bat.
"Yeah," Caelus replied simply.
"Caelus, March, good work. While rushing into danger isn't ideal, I would personally recommend maintaining a sense of caution."
Welt Yang, as usual, began lecturing them. Yet there was no anger in his voice—only fatigue from their antics. Youth was truly beyond his reach.
He shook his head gently, a weary smile forming.
"Still, good job defeating that abomination."
"Hm! Thanks, Mr. Yang. Also, Caelus, where did you learn to fight like that? You were like swoosh swish—like a shonen protagonist! I should've asked for a sword instead of a bow." March stared at Caelus with envy, clicking her tongue.
"Hahaha!" Caelus laughed, pointing his sword toward the sky.
"The path of the knight of the galactic baseball destroyer is still long—but my legend draws near! Once this journey ends, everything shall be glorified by my presence. Birds will soar across the sky, carrying my name throughout the Xianzhou—"
"Cringe chuunibyou."
"You…! Blasphemy against my name!" He pointed at March, fuming. To think she called his dream cringe!
"Sure, sure." March snorted dismissively as she followed Welt and Gongshu.
Caelus lingered for a moment, the fury in his eyes slowly calming like a receding tide before he followed after them, leaving Gilgamesh and Tingyun slightly behind.
Amid the soft rustling of the wind, Tingyun turned to Gilgamesh with curiosity. She waved lightly, wearing that playful, fox-like smile.
"King Gilgamesh, everyone is about to—"
Her words were cut short.
A crescent-shaped slash of light tore through the air, carrying a chilling force, followed by an explosion. Dust and debris scattered as the mist cleared—Tingyun stood there, unharmed.
Her eyes were tightly shut. Slowly, she opened them, only to see a golden shield protecting her. Her body trembled, realizing how close death had come.
She looked up.
There stood a woman clad in blue, a crescent-moon blindfold over her eyes, long white hair fluttering faintly in the wind.
"Jingliu…!"
But Jingliu paid her no attention. Her focus was entirely on the king—who hadn't even bothered to acknowledge her presence.
Golden ripples spread through the air as weapons burst forth like streaks of light too fast to follow.
Clank!
Boom!
Clank!
Boom!
Clank!
Boom!
Jingliu deflected every strike like a beam of light, her slender blade cloaked in a deathly cold aura. Only then did Gilgamesh finally acknowledge the one challenging him through sheer swordsmanship.
"What do you think you're doing, mad dog?"
His voice was calm—devoid of warmth or kindness unlike before. Yet this woman dared raise her blade against him.
"The audacity to ambush this king—and even attempt to kill my vessel… your death shall answer for such insolence."
The Gate of Babylon rippled again, unleashing another barrage of weapons. Jingliu leapt aside, her blade swatting them away as a few grazed strands of her snow-white hair.
Gilgamesh continued his relentless assault, yet his thoughts weren't entirely on her.
Something is wrong.
His instincts screamed at him—the surroundings were far too quiet. With such a commotion, the Cloud Knights should have arrived by now. Even the Astral Express shouldn't be far.
"Tch." He clicked his tongue, scanning the area. There was no telling what surprise awaited him.
"Where are you looking?"
Jingliu's voice snapped him back. The Gate of Babylon had already ceased its assault due to his momentary lapse.
"I have no need to answer."
"I see. Are you concerned about that foxian's safety?" Jingliu glanced toward Tingyun, still sheltered behind the golden barrier.
"Hmph. Concerned? Don't be absurd. Why would I trouble myself over something so insignificant?"
The Gate rippled once more—this time releasing not swords, but wands.
Air gathered at their tips, sparks flickering before compressing into blazing spheres of fire that shot toward her.
Yet Jingliu sliced through them effortlessly. Her movements resembled a dance on a slippery stage—graceful, precise, flawless.
Zip!
"—!"
A streak of lightning grazed her cheek, drawing blood. Jingliu halted, feeling the warmth trickle down her skin as the flames dissipated.
"You're full of surprises. What are you—a sorcerer or an archer?" she asked, wiping the blood away.
"Curious? Then I shall enlighten you. If a 'king of magic' exists, it would be me. Though such a title is nothing more than an empty shell."
"Heh." Jingliu let out a faint, amused breath.
Without hesitation, she dashed forward. Her slender blade transformed—expanding into a greatsword while retaining its thin hilt.
Clank!
Gilgamesh met it head-on, grasping a golden blade—Gram, the demonic sword of Norse legend, here modeled after King Arthur's Caliburn.
Sparks erupted as their weapons collided. Gilgamesh forced her back, fire-laced lightning following in explosive bursts.
When the smoke cleared, Jingliu stood with slight burns across her body, one arm held close.
Gilgamesh observed her with interest. Without a doubt, the woman before him was beautiful. Had he been younger, things might have turned… unpleasant.
"Isn't it time you stopped this act, madwoman?" Gilgamesh said, shaking his head as his gaze shifted toward the Ambrosial Arbor.
"I've already seen through your crude performance."
"Crude? How rude. I was merely here to eliminate you before you could interfere with our plans." Jingliu shot a glare—though hidden beneath her blindfold, its intent was unmistakable.
"Hmph. Your confidence is amusing. Do you truly believe you're capable of harming me—or even posing a threat?" Gilgamesh scoffed.
"Still, no amount of pleading will absolve such insolence."
Before Jingliu could respond, a golden chain shot forth, coiling tightly around her body. Yet she made no attempt to resist—simply allowing herself to be bound.
"Sigh… Because of you, our plan has already been rendered useless. And this time, you've truly altered the fate of the Xianzhou Luofu." Jingliu spoke calmly.
"The General of Seer Strategies—Yao Guang of the Xianzhou Yuque—has personally come here because of you."
"So?" Gilgamesh replied with a dismissive snort. "Do you think I concern myself with matters beneath me? Whether it's Lan or Yaoshi—I couldn't care less."
"And it seems your Foxian has fainted," Jingliu added.
"And whose fault is that?"
Without waiting for an answer, Gilgamesh strode toward Tingyun and lifted her into his arms.
Behind him, Jingliu remained bound—suspended in the air, the golden chains dragging her along as he walked.
"The Aeon of Destruction has cast its gaze upon this place. The Antimatter Legion is coming… because of you." Jingliu parted her lips, already certain that a war between gods was now inevitable.
Because of this man, everything had accelerated. Even the Seer Strategies—who rarely left their domain—had been forced to act and witness his presence.
"A pack of rabid dogs chasing after their master's gaze… predictable." Gilgamesh cast a cold glance at the woman bound in chains.
"Even if creation burns to ash, they would still follow the scent—marching straight toward their own destruction."
"And yet, when a war between gods looms, you chose to confront me first." He paused, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Were you hoping I would lend you my power?"
"That's right." Jingliu nodded, her white hair falling over her shoulders.
"You are an anomaly—neither part of our design nor recorded within the fate of the Xianzhou. If such an irregularity exists without reaching that [Finality]… then to slay that [Abomination], I require your strength."
"And what makes you think I would lower myself?" he retorted, stopping mid-step as he glanced back, still holding Tingyun's unconscious form.
"I never intended to ask for your help," Jingliu replied calmly.
"I intended to use that Foxian as leverage—to force your cooperation."
"Crude."
Gilgamesh's voice was flat. The chains binding Jingliu loosened… then vanished entirely.
"But very well."
A faint smirk tugged at his lips.
"I shall lend you my power."