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Nayoko was a beautiful woman who appeared to be in her early twenties. Long blonde hair cascaded down her back, framing sapphire-blue eyes that seemed to shine with intelligence. Her figure was elegant, refined—graceful in a way that turned heads wherever she went. She was one of the most beautiful—and most desired—women in the world. Not merely because of her looks, but because of who she was.

Nayoko was a world-renowned archaeologist and writer, a certified genius who had graduated from multiple prestigious universities across Italy—her homeland. Her discoveries reshaped humanity's understanding of ancient history, but none surpassed the one that made her famous worldwide: The discovery of the gilded ruins of Uruk. Uruk was an ancient Mesopotamian city-state that had existed over five thousand years ago—a civilization far ahead of its time, responsible for technologies still used today.

And such a magnificent city could only be ruled by a king worthy of legend. The Golden King. The world's first hero— Gilgamesh. According to legend, Gilgamesh was the son of Lugalbanda, the former king of Uruk, and the goddess Rimatsu-Ninsun—the Sumerian deity of healing and love. A demigod. The prototype upon which all heroes were based. A king who gathered the treasures of the entire world.

And it was Nayoko who brought his legend back into the modern era by compiling and restoring what would become known as The Epic of Gilgamesh..... Yachi was a Japanese man with messy black hair and crystal-blue eyes. A brilliant doctor and an even greater businessman, he had graduated from the world's most prestigious institutions. He led one of the largest multinational companies on Earth, revolutionized medicine by curing multiple diseases, and stood at the forefront of artificial intelligence research.

He was, without exaggeration, one of the most influential men alive. Yachi and Nayoko met during an international academic conference. One thing led to another, and love followed naturally. A few years later, they were married—much to the despair of countless admirers around the world. They were ordinary people, completely unaware of the supernatural realm. Yet they would give birth to a child who would change everything..... Tokyo, Japan. Inside a private hospital room, fate was being rewritten.

Nayoko screamed as another contraction wracked her body. Thirteen hours. Thirteen brutal hours of labor. She was exhausted, drenched in sweat, and barely conscious. This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. Yachi held her hand, whispering encouragement, though even he was beginning to panic. Finally— A cry pierced the room.

"Congratulations! It's a boy!" the nurse announced as she placed the newborn into Nayoko's trembling arms. Exhausted yet smiling, Nayoko gazed down at her son.

"What should we name him?" Yachi asked softly. She didn't hesitate.

"Gilgamesh," she said with a gentle smile. Yachi blinked.

"…Really?" Nayoko lifted her gaze slowly, smiling sweetly— dangerously sweet.

"Do you have a problem with that, dear?" Yachi felt a chill crawl down his spine.

"No, ma'am. It's a perfect name," he said instantly. When the newborn opened his eyes, the room fell silent. They weren't blue. They were crimson red, like liquid rubies. His skin was unnaturally pale, almost European rather than Japanese. The doctors quickly diagnosed him—incorrectly—with albinism, reassuring the parents that it posed no serious threat beyond possible vision sensitivity. Relieved, Yachi and Nayoko took their son home.... Six years later.

Gilgamesh—Gil, as his parents affectionately called him—grew up appearing normal at first glance. Except for one thing. He was a prodigy. At one year old, he could walk and speak basic words. At two, he spoke fluently and recited the alphabet. At three, he mastered basic mathematics and quickly advanced beyond it. Despite his intellect, Gil remained cheerful and playful. He loved collecting things—anything shiny, unique, or interesting—and proudly called them his treasures.

By the age of five, his parents purchased a luxurious mansion in Italy, complete with maids and butlers to ensure his comfort and safety. His private tutors were dismissed soon after. Not because they failed— But because they had nothing left to teach him. One year later. 07: 00 AM Inside a vast, luxurious bedroom, a small boy slept peacefully among piles of toys. Then— [System initializing…] [System online] [Verifying mental state…] [Mental state confirmed] [Verifying spiritual state…] [Spiritual state confirmed] [Verifying physical state…] [Physical state confirmed] [Integrating memories…] [10%… 40%… 70%… 90%… 100%] [Integration complete] [Welcome, Host] My head hurts… I opened my eyes. A massive bed. Toys everywhere. Then— Everything came rushing back. The memories of this body. The goddesses. The deal. So it wasn't a dream… I stumbled out of bed and walked toward the mirror. I was small. Tiny. But— Golden hair, shining like pure gold. Crimson eyes, glowing like precious rubies.

"…I'm literally Kid Gilgamesh." I stared at my reflection, stunned. My life is insane. Thank you, goddesses. Then—"One more thing."

"System?" I whispered. [Yes, Host?] This was real. This was really happening. [Would you like to begin the Host Tutorial?] [Yes] [No]"Yes." [System Functions Available:] — Status — Inventory — Lineage — Shop — Skills"Explain." [Status: Displays all attributes, HP, MP, and statistics.] [Inventory: A spatial storage excluding living beings.] [Lineage: Purchase and activate bloodlines.] [Shop: Acquire weapons, items, and artifacts.] [Skills: Learn any existing skill.]"…That's broken."

"Status." Name: Gilgamesh Lineage: Demigod Title: King of Heroes Sacred Gear: Unknown Level: 1 HP: 1000 / 1000 (+500 every 10 seconds) MP: 1000 / 1000 (+500 every 10 seconds) STR: 100 VIT: 100 INT: 100 DEX: 100 LUCK: 100 Gold: 0