Chapter 1202

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Chapter 1202 Throne and Small Stool

Asylum of the Gods.

Lin Qiye walked through the quiet hospital corridor, heading straight to the courtyard.

Since Gilgamesh’s last rampage incident, the hospital had entered a state of silence. All caregivers tried to keep their daily activities as quiet as possible, afraid of disturbing the deranged mad king on the throne in the courtyard.

As if sensing Lin Qiye’s approach, Gilgamesh, chained to the black throne, slowly opened his eyes.

Compared to yesterday, Gilgamesh’s face had grown even more haggard, his eyes bloodshot, weakly gazing at Lin Qiye standing before him.

“What is it?” he asked hoarsely.

“A deity is coveting your treasury,” Lin Qiye said seriously.

Hearing this, Gilgamesh’s expression showed no surprise. He sneered, “The King’s Treasury contains a large collection of top-tier divine artifacts, indeed enough to tempt any divine realm in the world. When the King was alive, countless deities had their eyes on it. I never expected that after so long, people would still be thinking about it…”

“What puzzles me is, the King’s Treasury has vanished from the real world for so long, why would news of it suddenly surface now?” Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment.

“I suspect your current condition is related to this matter.”

“Perhaps,” Gilgamesh paused. “So, you’ve come to ask me about the exact location of the King’s Treasury? But… even the King himself doesn’t know where the King’s Treasury is.

Before the King died of old age, I had already arranged for my affairs, including the handling of the King’s Treasury… This treasury represents the King’s lifelong efforts, and even in death, not a single divine artifact within it could fall into the hands of Sumerian deities.

When the King first became the ruler of Uruk, I found a strange royal turtle that could survive at the bottom of the deep sea without food or water, surfacing once every hundred years to breathe for three months, then submerging for another century, its lifespan rivaling heaven itself.

So before the King’s death, I ordered Uruk’s most skilled craftsmen to relocate their entire families into the treasury, to maintain and care for the divine artifacts for generations to come. Then I hid this treasury under the shell of the royal turtle and set it free.

Now, with the seas changing and time passing, where this royal turtle might be… the King cannot predict.”

That divine turtle was indeed Gilgamesh’s possession.

Lin Qiye thought to himself.

“I’ve already found the location of the treasury,” Lin Qiye said. “But that royal turtle… I can’t handle it.”

“That royal turtle is quite powerful. Back then, the King relied on the power of the treasury to subdue it, so it’s not surprising you can’t approach it,” Gilgamesh nodded.

“Others might have no way to deal with this royal turtle, but you should be able to… You possess the King’s [Tyrant’s Rage], and if you emit some of its aura, it won’t attack you actively.”

Lin Qiye’s eyes gradually brightened.

“I understand.”

Gilgamesh pondered for a moment and opened his mouth, about to say something more, when his eyes suddenly fixed!

That haggard, weak face twisted in pain again, veins bulging on the back of his hands. As he struggled mightily, the iron chains on the throne shook violently, making clanging sounds.

Lin Qiye instinctively stepped back, his brows tightly furrowed.

It’s happening again…

Gilgamesh’s bloodshot eyes suddenly widened, frantically looking around, as if watching for enemies about to appear.

“It’s you again… it’s you again!! The King will kill all of you!”

Gilgamesh’s roars, mixed with the clanging of chains, echoed throughout the hospital. The caregivers busy with laundry and cooking were startled, whispering among themselves, fearfully glancing at the courtyard before lowering their heads and hastening their work.

A figure wearing tattered kasaya leapt down from the second floor.

Sun Wukong looked at the frantically roaring Gilgamesh on the throne, then turned to Lin Qiye:

“What happened?”

“I found his treasury and asked him a few questions, then he had another episode,” Lin Qiye said bitterly.

He looked at the treatment progress bar above Gilgamesh’s head, which was once again jumping back and forth.

“Any clues?”

“Sort of. I feel that this emergence of the treasury should be related to his current condition.”

Sun Wukong nodded, “You go ahead, I’ll take care of this.”

As Lin Qiye was about to turn and leave, Gilgamesh, struggling frantically on the throne, suddenly spoke:

“No… that’s not right… these are all fake!”

“The King is in the hospital… hospital… Lin Qiye!!”

Hearing the frenzied Gilgamesh call his name, Lin Qiye paused and quickly turned around.

Gilgamesh’s turbid eyes showed a hint of clarity as he shouted:

“Treasury… you can’t collect it… you must first get… [Star Coin]! Only with it can you…”

Gilgamesh painfully uttered a few vague words, then the clarity in his eyes receded like the tide.

Purple light surged from within him, repeatedly striking the iron chains, creating sounds like the roaring tide. Gilgamesh looked ahead with a ferocious expression, releasing overwhelming killing intent:

“The King’s Uruk will never allow monsters like you to touch it… Come, fight the King!”

Chaotic words continued to pour from his mouth. Lin Qiye lowered his head, carefully repeating Gilgamesh’s last sentence, as if pondering.

“[Star Coin]… what is that?”

“You should go now,” Sun Wukong calmly stepped toward the chaotic and frenzied Gilgamesh.

Lin Qiye nodded and vanished from the hospital in a flash.

Sun Wukong stood in the courtyard, looking at Gilgamesh with a complex expression, then glanced at the fearful caregivers around. After hesitating for a moment, he reached near his ear.

A golden cudgel quickly enlarged in his hand.

Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel in one hand and dragged its edge around the courtyard, drawing a large golden circle that enclosed the entire yard.

The moment this golden circle formed, the scene in the courtyard gradually faded from the caregivers’ view, and Gilgamesh’s roars disappeared with it, as if an invisible hand had completely concealed the existence of the courtyard.

“Wait for me!”

Bragi, holding a harp in one hand and a small stool in the other, stepped directly across the golden circle Sun Wukong had drawn and entered the courtyard.

Sun Wukong glanced at him, “What are you doing here?”

“Aren’t you planning to stay here and watch over Gilgamesh? I’m here to keep you company!” Bragi waved his harp and smiled, “Two men sitting face to face is too boring. I can recite a poem for you~”

Sun Wukong squinted at him, his gaze softening slightly.

He turned around, casually plucked a hair, and transformed it into a majestic stone throne. He slowly sat down, directly facing Gilgamesh’s black throne.

Sun Wukong, wearing his tattered kasaya, sat cross-legged on the stone throne, supporting his head with one hand, and spoke flatly:

“Just so you know, I didn’t save a seat for you.”

“It’s fine, your thrones are too high anyway, I wouldn’t be comfortable sitting there,” Bragi smiled as he unfolded his small stool and sat down. “I’m happy with my little stool.”

In front of the two opposing thrones, Bragi sitting on his small stool appeared small and thin.

Sun Wukong gave Bragi a complex look, then withdrew his gaze.

Within the isolated golden circle, two thrones and a small stool stood in a three-legged formation, somehow strangely harmonious.