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Chapter 1

For many people, today was a day like any other. The weather was fair although a little bit chilly in Fuyuki City of Japan and current events went on as usual.

The same could be said of the Fuyuki Church's inhabitants as well. The priest, Kotomine Kirei continued to watch over the daughter of his late master Tohsaka Rin as she practiced her magecraft under his regular tutelage during the night, if the snide remarks of "advice" he gave her could be called such.

To the Golden King that was hidden within his personal chambers beneath the church however, the 12th of October in the year 2003 that was today was not any other day. In fact, it could be said that today was a day he loathed, and the insufferable frustrations of Kirei's "student" only made his mood worse.

With an angered sigh, he walked over to the center of the room and booted up the Nero Nano Interface that had been first installed here eight years ago.

Today would be the last day that the acclaimed DMMORPG, YGGDRASIL would be online, a game that even the Gilgamesh himself could not help but try when it reached it's peak at around nine years ago.

From the year that he had incarnated with living flesh, he had set out to explore the current era of humanity that he initially loathed at the time of the Holy Grail War. When he had first been summoned, he received the basic information of how the world was, and when he did, anger filled his mind.

This was the era of a complacent and consumer based society, one that continually bred mediocrity and weakness, a far cry from the people of his time. To him, the current humanity was akin to a rotting corpse whose continued appearance only served to mock the decisions he had made, the ideals he represented, in an era now forgotten to most.

When the Grail War had ended with his victory and subsequent incarnation, he was tempted to rid the world of the plague that was current humanity but stayed his hand, knowing that any drastic actions that were fully on his part would be met would grave consequences, ones that even he did not want to deal with.

That, and the presence of individual mongrels that stood out from the rest of the filth such as Kirei held him back. Instead, he had decided to explore the world as it was, and see if there was anything worth salvaging from the current era.

Indeed, looking back on his actions, it seemed that his decision had been correct.

Humanity had made vast advances in technologies during the past century, no doubt thanks to a handful of notable figures that pioneered pathways into fields that once stood in the realm of magic.

Through the threat of proxy wars and the drive in development of weapons that escalated in advancement, the technology behind these weapons were later put into the sciences. Through these efforts, further conveniences were created which provided humanity with luxuries that were barred to the gods themselves back in his time.

Among these creations was the Neural Nano Interface, which allowed the human mind to act as a sort of hyper realistic reality simulator through the usage of nano-machines and by the time he had physically read about these sorts of advancements, they were already a commodity in mainstream society.

Surprisingly, when he had noted his interest in trying out this contraption, the priest had been supportive of his decision, going so far as to make room in the basement of the church in order to accommodate the machine.

Although the exact method to use Nero Nano Interface irked him, Kirei's insistence as well as his own curiosity ultimately triumphed, even if he knew that the whole thing was part of a pathetic ploy for the priest to hide him from the prying eyes of the Church.

Besides, he could simply purge any and all impurities from his newfound body via the potions that he held within his treasury.

Upon accessing the network, one of the simulated environments that quickly caught his eye was the game, YGGDRASIL.

This "game" as it was called, made extravagant promises of exploration and customization beyond anything that was available in the market, promises that the Golden King saw was all too common.

The biggest difference between this game and the rest of the rabble however, was the fact that it actually delivered what was promised. Even he was taken aback when he had taken a look at the character customization that was available, and the subsequent simulated environments he found himself in.

The open world setting and lack of information, the presence of gods and monsters that needed to be faced, the complex battle system that was as close to reality as the simulation would allow, all of this brought forth a feeling of nostalgia that he never thought he would feel again.

The only thing that annoyed him greatly then was the system's imposed limitations, something the Golden King saw as an inevitable downside of these technologies being marketed towards the mongrels that inhabited the current era.

Putting the gear on, Gilgamesh's senses were soon replaced with the surroundings of a town within Asgard, one of the worlds in YGGDRASIL. Unlike many of the other end game players in the game, he never had a need to form a guild or anything of the sort and thus, he found himself within the now empty town which was originally meant for newer players.

In front of him, a familiar sight awaited Gilgamesh, one that could be said to be part of the core reason he had started playing the game. The figure in front of him had a beautiful yet plain form, with long flowing green hair and a face of a beauty that could only be reproduced through his personal accounts and the most advanced customization system on the market yet wore a plain white tunic that completely contrasted yet completed the former.

"..."

The Golden King had no words to say, for his mind wandered. When he first started the game and learnt of the "Custom NPC" creation options possible through a particular item that he had obtained, the nostalgic urge to recreate an image of his one and only friend was an urge that angered him.

This was supposed to be his punishment, his crime of bearing his one and only friend's death. Yet when he had saw the customization options before him, something changed.

It was as if his own thoughts, his essence was telling him to do what he did, not only as a form of self indulgence, but a duty he so dearly wished to do in order to honor his friend.

And so, he did. With his own memories and the system's customization options, he spared no expense in order to craft the doll that would echo his past. It had taken a whole year in itself to create as well as funds that even the "whales" within YGGDRASIL would consider a substantial amount, but the result was the figure before him.

"...Follow me..." Gilgamesh finally said. The figure acted without a reply, walking just as his friend had during those bygone days.

In the time then all the way until now, they had done so many things together. The doll was clumsy and unworthy at first, but the effort that he had put into its creation had paid off. With the best equipment he could offer and a great deal of time, the doll had finally caught up to his in-game avatar's progress, and its sheer strength was one that arguably eclipsed his own.

They had then journeyed once more, traveling across all nine worlds, exploring, subjugating raid bosses, and eventually conquering entire guilds. For the first time since entering this era, Gilgamesh had actually felt some semblance of peace, as he and his "friend" could act freely once more, even if it was fleeting.

So engrossed was Gilgamesh into the game that he and his creation became infamous as a pair, so much so that repeated "incidents" had actually gotten the Golden King's account banned.

That was a day that Kirei no doubt would remember for years to come, as it took all of the priest's efforts just to convince the Gilgamesh not hunt down the developers of the game himself.

Instead, after a few connections that the priest had pulled along with the funds that he had provided, Gilgamesh had managed to obtain a spot on the game company's board of directors by proxy, his first action being to unban the account that he had and "replacing" the mongrel that dared to impose on his experience.

Still, even with all of his wealth and influence, the Golden King could not prevent what was the incompetence of the developers and the other members of the board and the result of that was today.

"One step forward, five steps back...is there anything more fitting to describe this current era...?" muttered the Gilgamesh as he and the doll walked towards the edge of the town.

Ahead was the mountains that they had explored, the pathways to worlds and dungeons that they had so fervently conquered. If he could, Gilgamesh would do it all over again but alas, there was only a few minutes left before the game's shutdown.

Turning to the doll that represented his friend, the Golden King took a look at what would likely be the last time he would see a visage anywhere near resembling his friend. The doll turned back and smiled towards him, a sight that moved him. Though he knew this was but an imitation, he still couldn't help but smile back.

"Enkidu...this current world...it's hardly befitting my governance..." said Gilgamesh quietly towards the companion besides him. "A world of apathy and stagnation...this wasn't what we fought for...!"

"You are a doll but still...if there is some part of my friend within you..." On the inside, Gilgamesh couldn't help but laugh at such a thought but still, he continued. "I'll say to that part of you now...I'll make things right...I'll make them worthy my friend, even if it means releasing that filth once again..."

Gilgamesh knew that the Grail War would come once more, and when it did, that would be his chance. Taking back what was already his by right, he would cure his subjects of their current plight, even if they themselves didn't know of their illness. Only then would they be worthy.

Gazing back at the countdown that was now present in the skies, the Golden King realized he only had around thirty seconds left. Letting out a sigh, Gilgamesh decided that it would only be fitting to view that visage of his one and only friend until the end.

All dreams must end when the dreamer wakes...to think I'd recall such words here and now...it certainly is ironic isn't it, King of Conquerors?

It wasn't until the final second that Gilgamesh suddenly felt a quick jolt of pain, causing him to blink. When he opened his eyes however, he found that he wasn't in the Church's basement as he thought he would be, nor was he in the familiar town in Asgard either.

What was around him instead was wilderness with some hills in the distance. Looking around him, Gilgamesh stared in confusion at the settings around him. His first instinct was that this was some sort of illusion, but soon dismissed such thoughts as he realized that he was no longer in the casual clothes that he wore back at the church, but the golden armor he was accustomed to.

"Some form of teleportation...? No, the mongrels of this era shouldn't be capable of that..." muttered the Golden King. "Hm...?"

Noticing that the in game menu was still visible, he supposed that this was some sort of secret location that players still in-game were teleported to after the server went offline. If that was the case, then he had no interest in waiting for whatever would happen next.

"No log out button...did those incompetent dogs fail to even shut their game down properly...?!" said Gilgamesh with a snarl. Upon seeing that the GM Contact options as well as any other ability to disconnect from the game were gone, he became absolutely livid.

The Golden King's anger was soon replaced with confusion however, when he opened the Gate of Babylon out of instinct.

"Impossible...this shouldn't be in the game...but how...?"

Though Gilgamesh had access to a skill in game similar to Gate of Babylon thanks to his manipulation of the game's inventory and physics engine, its functions were limited compared to the Gate that had opened in front of him now. Upon retrieving one of the potions that he planned to use in case of scenarios like this outside of the Neural Nano Interface, he realized this was the genuine Gate.

"Hmph...then what about this?" Opening the menu and activating his in game version of his treasury, he was surprised to see that a familiar entrance to his original Gate opened instead.

"it interfaced with my Gate?!" Gilgamesh's anger flared up once more though he calmed down once he thought about the situation.

The Gate of Babylon was a connection into an ever expanding treasury, and any treasures of the past, present, and future would inevitably be added into it.

Upon willing one of the in-game items that he had collected to come out, the item in question, a simple red potion dropped into the palms of his hand from his gate. When he consumed the potion, he realized that the taste was nothing like any of the potions he had in his original treasury, confirming his suspicions.

This however, only raised more questions.

An idea formed in his head, though it was one that brought a sour taste to his mouth.

The idea in question, or rather the Noble Phantasm, was Sha Naqba Imuru, an ability that he kept restrained due to it's functionalities. However, it seemed that this would be a scenario where it was needed.

"Tch...to be forced to use something like this...! Sha Naqba Imuru!" said the king, releasing the restraint that he had placed by announcing the Noble Phantasm's true name.

"What...? But that's..." To the Golden King's utter shock, he saw nothing. Something like this had no precedent, for he always saw something when using it, even if that something was absolutely ludicrous, yet to see nothing...it spoke volumes on the current situation that he was in.

"To think, even clairvoyance cannot provide me with an answer...Ha...Hahaha...Fuhahaha!" Gilgamesh's laughter lasted for a good minute or so before it stopped as he noticed an all too familiar figure that was kneeling next to him.

"My King, is something the matter?" asked an all too familiar figure.

Gilgamesh's expression was initially one of shock, but that soon faded into anger as he quickly jumped back.

"You...Who are you...?! You dare use that form in front of me...?!" muttered the Golden King, to the figure's confusion.

"Hm? My King, this is the form you've asked me to take is it not?" The figure moved its body around, which seemingly only angered the Golden King some more, enough that a projectile flew straight into the floor next to the figure.

Meanwhile Gilgamesh could feel nothing but familiarity emitting from the figure. The figure before him was his one and only friend, that's what all his senses told him, but he didn't dare believe that to be the case.

"Mongrel, before I kill you where you stand for daring to take that form, I will give you one chance to change back to whatever putrid existence that is your original form. If you do, your death will be painful, but quick."

"Gil...is something wrong? I'm Enkidu, you sh-" Two more blades found themselves shot themselves into the figure, forcing it to stagger back.

"I warned you mongrel! Your punishment shall not be swift! Before you die, I'll make you regret the very foolishness that is your existence!" As the King declared his judgment, ripples upon ripples opened behind him, all of them with Noble Phantasms capable of mass destruction.

"So it's like this huh..." The figure said with a sigh, as the blades that impaled it earlier seamlessly fell from its body and onto the ground. "Very well then Gil, let's see how much you've improved."

No words were exchanged before them as swords flew from the Gate with destructive power that eclipsed even most Berserker servants. The figure however, showed no fear and from the ground where it stood came multiple weapons, clay replicas of the very weapons being launched against it.

Though they were replicas, their force was equivalent to the swords launched, deflecting the projectiles harmlessly around the figure. Gilgamesh however, was absolutely livid and the Gate before him expanded even further, subsequently shooting an even greater number of attacks against the figure.

This time however, Enkidu did not even retaliate. The trajectory of the attacks were clear to him, and he soon not only dodged the attacks, but closed the gap between him and the Golden King.

Gilgamesh widened his eyes in surprise as Enkidu quickly transformed one of his hands into a giant gray fist of sorts, an attack that would no doubt shatter his armor. In the next instant, Gilgamesh was thrown back, crushing many trees in the process before slamming straight into one of the hills.

My apologies for the damage, o'trees of nature.

Knowing that this wouldn't be enough to incapacitate the Golden King, Enkidu jumped towards his location, intent on delivering another blow, only to be seemingly bound by chains emerging from the golden gates that opened around him.

As the smoke cleared, a cracked shield of gold could be seen only to completely shatter, revealing a battered Gilgamesh who despite his condition, sneered. With his opponent ensnared in the Chains of Heaven, he would be free to end the fight at his leisure.

"Really now Gil, something like this won't work against me. You should know that." muttered Enkidu gently before shattering the chains, much to Gilgamesh's surprise.

Though the Chains of Heaven held a distinct advantage against Divine type foes, Transfiguration, a skill that Enkidu had been created with and perfected in YGGDRASIL allowed for seamless transformations that surpassed even that of the Doppelganger races, but in this situation it wasn't even needed. By simply modifying itself to temporarily remove it's divinity, the chain's greatest effects were no longer present.

That didn't mean that the chain itself wasn't strong, but the base durability simply wasn't of the same caliber as Enkidu's strength.

"I see...well then mongrel...will you be able to block this...?" Gilgamesh's anger from before was gone, and in it's place was caution.

It was clear that the figure at the very least, knew all of Enkidu's capabilities and techniques in addition to possessing its form. If that was the case, even if he were to unleash the Gate of Babylon in full, it would just be a prolonged fight that he would undoubtedly lose in the end.

If YGGDRASIL's items were transferred here, then that likely meant that the World Items that he had would be usable as well. One item particularly came to mind, the Orb of Absolute Miasma which in the game had the ability to release a unavoidable poison that inflicted a timed but unremovable debuff on all foes in an area which would not only negate their passive and active skills, but also lower all of their stats significantly as well.

Upon realization of the latter fact and its implications however, a sudden realization struck the Golden King. It was at that moment that Gilgamesh knew, there would only be one weapon worthy of the foe before him.

A golden key emerged from the gate and gently dropped into the King's hand. With a twirl, the handle of a weapon that he had saved for only the worthy emerged.

"So you're going to use that Gil? Well...I suppose I'll have to meet your efforts in kind." Enkidu prepared itself, but it's expression remained carefree. The only difference was the spark of enthusiasm that was now within the doll's eyes.

This world may be different...but I ask of you, lend me your strength against my king...!

At this point, the Sword of Rupture was drawn and raised by the Golden King, as energy and wind had already begun spiraling around it. The weapon, if it could even be called that, spun to life as a whirlwind of crimson might swirled above it, it's owner in the skies about to unleash the raw power of creation itself onto the foe beneath him.

While in any other situation the Golden King's attack was guaranteed victory, surprise did not fail to escape him as he realized what was happening below. The forests, the landscape, the world itself seemed to be gathering all in one place beneath him. There was only one ability he knew of that could provoke such a response...


"W-What is this...?" muttered the Platinum Dragon Lord as he quickly manipulated the armor he had used so many times in order to observe the phenomenon that was occurring outside the castle that once belonged to the Eight Greed Kings.

As he observed the energies all around him ebb and flow, there was one common factor. All of it flowed towards a singular location far below. It was the hills that laid between the Slain Theocracy and the Roble Holy Kingdom, an area that was thought to hold nothing but rogue tribes of various Demi-Humans.

Upon feeling the energies themselves, a horrible realization struck the dragon.

The energies was the equivalent of the World's. While that was all others could see, he who had an intimate knowledge of Wild Magic knew more. This energy was the equivalent of the world's "soul", its very will given form. Yet upon sensing the energy around him, there was none of the fear or force that would normally be present with Wild Magic, nor the impurities present with Tier Magic.

The energy around him was pure, something that he'd only seen eons ago, and not to a scale like this. If there was something such a feeling could compare to, it would be a song of purity sung by the world itself.

Wild Magic was magic that used the energy of the soul as a fuel source. The corresponding potency of the spell depended on the wills and strengths of the souls in question. If the very energies of the world itself was being called...

The implications of such an event was dire, but he could not move yet. The number of figures that held an intimate understanding of Wild Magic as he did could be counted with one's fingers, but they would no doubt be watching as well.

There was a time and place to act, and it would have to wait.


"This shouldn't be possible...what...what is going on?" asked Draudillion Oriculus. In all her years of living, she had never seen an event like this, for she knew that not even the Platinum Dragon Lord, and perhaps even her own grandfather could be capable of such a feat.

"Y-Your highness, what should we do...?" asked one of her aides. "Should we try contacting the other Dragon Lords...?"

"N-No...even if they did answer...they probably don't know what's going on either..."

Her words sent waves of shock across the throne room. If even the Dragon Lords were clueless, then what could they do?


"Heey Captain, what do you think's happening?" asked Zeeshi nonchalantly. It seemed that out of all the Scripture Members that were present, only she and the captain were calm.

"If anyone should know, it's you..." he responded. Though he genuinely didn't know what was going on, it seemed that those outside their residence had already came up with their answer.

"Ohhhh...this life energy...it must be the energies of the Six Great Ones!"

"Yes, Yes they have to be! Have the gods returned!?"

"We must ask Raymond-sama for guidance! O'Gods guide us!"

"Well one things for sure, it looks interesting...!" muttered Zeeshi in return, eager to watch.


Momonga in human terms, was tired. The idea of being in a new world where the creation of his friends had come to life...and shortly after that, to save a village and kill off the attackers...it was beyond anything his human self could handle. Luckily as an Undead, his emotions was periodically tempered, a trait that he would no doubt grow to love and hate.

It didn't help that he still had to gather information on this new world, and that meant negotiating with the village chief before him. Sure, they were without a doubt grateful, but his questions would no doubt reveal just how little he knew of the world before him.

"Momonga-sama, are you familiar with what's going on?"" asked Albedo to his confusion.

"Hm...what do you mean Albedo?"

"Ah my apologies for not clarifying. Please look outside...It's...as if the forests and plants around are brimming with life. Perhaps Mare would know more about this?"

He and the Village Chief walked out and watched as the plant life around the village and as far as his eyes could see, whether it be the trees, flowers, grass, and even weeds all sprung to life. Turning his attention to the villagers around him, Momonga could see that they were just as clueless he is.

I can see that but still...What the hell...? Mare could definitely could manipulate the plant life here in a similar manner...but to a scale like this...? Could it be a World Item of some sort?

"Albedo, it seems this is an abnormaly of some sorts...! While I have my theories, stay close to me!" ordered Momonga.

"U-Understood...!" While Albedo was delighted at the opportunity, she knew that her master was rarely this urgent. It had to be a serious matter.


"Enuma..."

"Enuma..."

"Enuma Elish!" "Enuma Elish!"

At this moment, two attacks, one containing a force that threatened to rip the world apart and another, the linchpin of the world used to defend against threats clashed. Yet despite such ferocious powers, there was hardly a struggle or a clash.

The gathered energies formed a blinding light no less bright than a star before dispersing in a brilliant fashion, akin to leaves being gently blown away. The damage done to the lands around the two was minimal despite the sheer power behind both forces.

"You..." Gilgamesh was lost for words, the realization of what happened still fresh on his mind.

"Hm...the energies of this world...it's quaint." muttered Enkidu with confidence. Having been able to communicate directly with the area around it, Enkidu already knew that this world was not the one it and Gil knew. Yet despite this, he had to meet his King's attack head on.

The world itself seemed to have a will, yet it was distant and whimsical, completely unlike the absolute might of another World that he knew not of. Nonetheless, the world agreed, on the condition that the resulting environment around them be spared.

A promise I had fully intended on keeping, of course.

Regardless, it seemed that it's actions were successful, as the energies of Ea dissipated along with the world's. Gil soon came down and walked towards it. It's senses felt that an attack was coming but it's very essence, the entity known as Enkidu knew that no harm would befall it.

Just as it's senses warned, the Golden King raised the Sword of Rupture as if he was about to cut the figure before him down, only to stop at the very last moment.

"...Tell me...how did you know I wouldn't go through with it?" asked the Golden King. The figure's response would no doubt decide what came next.

"It's because you're Gil. An underhanded tactic such as that doesn't fit you at all." replied Enkidu nonchalantly.

"I had fully intended on cutting you down where you stood right then and there..."

"I know. If you had, that would have been fine. But like I said, something like that doesn't suit you Gil."

"I see...Tell me, back then...when your time had come back then..what did you say to me?" asked Gilgamesh finally, after a moment of silence.

"I...possess no such memory Gil...But every fiber of my being tells me...that I would have reassured you. You are the king who possesses all the treasures in the world. When my time comes, you will have definitely found a treasure even greater than myself."

In hindsight, the predicament before him should have been obvious. If the items that he had in YGGDRASIL accompanied him to this new world, what was to say his creation wouldn't? The thought of something like this occurring was so ridiculous that not even his clairvoyance gave answers, yet it had happened nonetheless.

"It seems that even in this era...the world is still full of surprises..." muttered Gilgamesh softly before he turned around and walked away.

"Indeed it is. What do you intend to do now?" asked Enkidu curiously.

"When the King is confronted with foreign lands outside of his domain, what does he do?" he asked in return.

"I suppose some things never change. Will you accept someone as small as myself to accompany you along the way?"

"You're no tool. Do as you wish."

A light laugh followed soon after as the green haired figure followed closely behind the Golden King.

"Then I'll follow you Gil, now until the ends of our journey."


Author's Note

Thought up of the idea and it was nagging on me so figured I would at least get the ball rolling. If you've got any good ideas as to where to take the story from here or got a review, feel free to spitball.