(Summary)

Reborn as The King of Heroes and doped up with the cliché videogame-like power should be enough to make him unbeaten. Alas, even the Immortal Peerless King of Gamers couldn't win against the bane of all immortals—Boredom.

(Legends)

"King of Gamers" someone speaks.

King of Gamers, someone thinks.

King of Gamers, Gamer-System

"Enuma Elish!" Aria/Incantation/Activation Words

(Disclaimer)

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

"Huuh... whut?!"

The 18 years old young man blinked in bewilderment. He was an unremarkable young man with an average look, wavy dark brown hair, and brown eyes. His skin was the lighter tone. Neither was he tall nor short. What's more, he wasn't fat or wiry. Takes as a whole, he was an unremarkable, commonplace young man. He was wearing a typical modern 21st-century boy outfit, consisting of black a T-shirt, a pair of faded navy blue jeans, and a pair of sneakers.

He patted his chest and torso in a hurry, checking his condition. He couldn't help but think that something was odd. Undeniably, he was still alive was odd for he should've died.

…Death by murder, killed by gunshot when he unknowingly entered a crime scene when he visited 24H Mini-Mart in the late night to buy a supper. Thus, his confusion was understandable.

He was supposed to be dead. But, here he was… alive.

Now, he was…

"Confused? Worry not, boy! You shall understand everything soon."

A calm, deep voice filled with authority and confidence and arrogance stated, taking the befuddled young man's attention.

The young man turned around and saw another person in what should be the void. There was nothing in this place but darkness. Black as far as eyes could see.

…Except, the young man and another man, and the both of them were in what apparently was a pitch black space.

The aforementioned man looked like in his mid-twenties. His hair color was majestic golden. His eyes were mystifying rainbow color, ever-changing like the kaleidoscope. His skin tone was healthy light tan, signifying his time under the sun. His body was slim and muscled, rivaling even the body of Adonis. He was bare chest and wore red baggy pants which looked like it was sewn from the highest quality fabric. On his smooth, unblemished skin was red tattoo-like circuits, and the purple lines which were shaped unto four-pronged flower were painted on his muscled, upper arms.

This man was lazily lounging in a golden, majestic throne. His left hand was supporting his chin, and his right hand was holding the jewel-studded golden goblet, swirling the dark red liquid within. His posture screamed elegance and arrogance. His presence demanded veneration. At first glance, it was obvious that this man wasn't a mere man.

…A Ruler.

…A King.

…he certainly fit the criteria.

"What?!" The young man flapped his mouth in mystification. He was truly at lost.

"Close your mouth, boy! Lest make fool of yourself!"

Following the blond haired man's command, the young man closed his mouth quickly. He wasn't sure why he easily followed the man's command. It felt akin to strong suggestion, compelling him to follow the man's whims.

When the young man stopped his foolish behavior, the blond-haired man moved his right hand toward the empty, dark space. Astonishingly, a golden ripple appeared in the air and swallowed the hand and the goblet. When he pulled his hand, he wasn't holding the goblet anymore. Instead, he was holding a black cube with complicated circuits shining in kaleidoscopic color. That black cube's size was two-centimeter cubic.

Whereas looking harmless, the young man felt the wrongness in the primal level as his gaze landed on it. That thing wasn't normal… at all.

The blond haired man shifted in his posture and then stood up from his lounging position. Next, he walked toward the young man.

His movement was refined, graceful, and majestic. The young man wondered how a simple movement could be so beautiful, so enchanting. It was foul! The young man couldn't help but feel envious toward the blond-haired man's perfection.

Finally, the blond-haired man stood in front of the young man. Without warning, he shoved his right hand and the black cube into the young man's chest. Marvelously, the young man wasn't harmed. He didn't even any pain! His chest was rippling as if it was the surface of a disturbed pond.

The blond-haired man pulled back his hand, leaving behind the unharmed chest of the young man. At the same time, he'd left behind the mysterious black cube inside the young man's chest. Then, he said: "Go, boy! Begin your story so I can shatter the fetter of time axis that holds me from grasping my freedom! Live your new life! Become the paragon of legend, the prototype of Kings and Heroes, and the pioneer of the stars!"

After saying that incomprehensible thing, the blond-haired man he pushed the young man's body softly. His push seemed soft and powerless, but the strength in it was enough to throw back the young man into the ripple that appeared suddenly in the dark space behind him. The next moment, the young man disappeared into the portal, leaving the blond-haired man behind, alone in the boundless void.

"…Thus, the Epic of King of Gamers begins…" the blond-haired man whispered under his breath. His glazed eyes stared far away, looking into the far off memory.

All at once, he felt the unseen chains of time and space which bound him in that realm shattered. Beyond doubt, he truly was a free man.

"Now… what kind of another world am I going to visit and raising hell in, I wonder? Should I raise another kingdom? Or claim famous women and maidens as my lovers? Or slay gods? Choice, choice… so many choices… At least, I shan't feel bored in my eternity… Heh…"

That statement echoed in the infinite darkness as the King of Gamers stepped into the Beyond of Unknown…

(Writer's Note)

...and that's how the prologue goes. I can't promise you an amazing epic or wonderful story because of my amateurism. But, I shall give my all to present something enjoyable and worth your time. Expect OP SI-Gilgamesh, rapid pacing, and a short chapter! Don't forget to leave your review after reading this. Constructive critics will be appreciated!

This story is inspired by NeroSparda420's "Fate's Newest Gamer"