"So that's how it is..."

After hearing this story, Lin Qiye let out a long sigh.

He turned his head to look at the yard, only to see Gilgamesh standing alone in silence under the shade of a tree, with mottled light shining on his gray robe. He looked up at the distant sky, wondering what he was thinking.

"Thank you." Lin Qiye turned around and smiled at Merlin.

Merlin waved his hand. "I just told a story. What happens next depends on the dean."

Lin Qiye looked down at the fragments in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then walked straight towards Gilgamesh under the shade of the tree.

Knowing Gilgamesh's past and combining it with his illness, Lin Qiye can basically infer that his mental illness is related to the destruction of the Kingdom of Uruk. The next thing to do is to test Gilgamesh and see from which angle to start treatment.

Gilgamesh, who was under the shade of the tree, noticed Lin Qiye's approach, narrowed his eyes slightly, and spoke again in a condescending manner:

"If you want to confess your sins to me, it's too late. Sooner or later you will be nailed to the pillar of shame and displayed to the public for nine days."

"..." Lin Qiye was speechless for a moment, then he said, "I came here to show you something."

"Hmm?" Gilgamesh raised his eyebrows. "Show it to me."

Lin Qiye stretched out his hand and handed the fragment in his palm to Gilgamesh. As soon as the latter lowered his head and saw the fragment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

He stood there like a stone statue.

Lin Qiye was about to say something when Gilgamesh suddenly raised his head, stared into Lin Qiye's eyes, and spoke word by word:

"You... broke the seal stone?"

Lin Qiye was stunned.

In an instant, terrifying divine power erupted with Gilgamesh as the center, sweeping across the entire mental hospital. The raging wind made the gray robe rustle, and an unprecedented murderous intent gushed out.

Sun Wukong, who had just walked back to the ward, suddenly stopped and frowned.

He turned his head and looked towards the courtyard, his eyes once again filled with anger.

"court death?"

His body flashed, and he turned into a shadow and flew rapidly towards Gilgamesh in the courtyard. He stretched out his hand to touch his ears, and the violent divine power was aroused again.

Just then, a hand rested on his shoulder.

Sun Wukong, who was moving at high speed, was startled, stopped abruptly and looked back.

Suddenly, Merlin stood behind him calmly, smiling at him and said, "Don't worry, he will be fine."

…

courtyard.

Gilgamesh's momentum was rising steadily. He held the fragment in one hand, which was trembling slightly. With his other hand, he clenched the air, and the golden sword of kingship fell into his hand. The tip of the sword pointed directly at Lin Qiye, and murderous intent was overflowing!

"The wedge seal is the symbol of Uruk. Anyone who destroys it will be killed!"

Amidst the surging divine power, Lin Qiye stood there calmly: "It was not me who broke it, but the ancient war and the endless years."

Gilgamesh said grimly, "Uruk will never be destroyed by ridiculous wars and time. It is the most powerful country in the world. It is the country created by the king!"

When Lin Qiye heard this, he closed his eyes helplessly.

He probably figured out Gilgamesh's illness...

This tyrant, who created the glory of Uruk but also predicted its destruction and was powerless to reverse it, buried his memory deep in his heart in resentment and anger, thus creating another memory rooted in his consciousness.

This is very similar to Lin Qiye back then.

After the Cangnan catastrophe, Lin Qiye's soul was severely overdrawn. Coupled with the heavy blow of losing his relatives and friends, he subconsciously escaped from reality and placed himself in the false illusion created by [Mortal God Realm], sinking for a long time.

If it weren't for the trace of power left by Yuanshi Tianzun, if it weren't for the treatment in the Yangguan Mental Hospital in the fasting center, he didn't know how long it would take him to recover.

Gilgamesh also created a memory, a false memory that Uruk had not yet perished and was still thriving in the world. He himself did not die of old age, but instead sought immortality and continued to rule this magnificent and powerful country.

But to some extent, his illness is much more serious than Lin Qiye's back then.

In Gilgamesh's eyes, even though it was obvious that this mental hospital no longer existed in Uruk, and even though the caregivers walking in it did not look like his people, he was still subconsciously modifying his own cognition, forcing everything back to the false memory track and forcibly maintaining the status quo.

In his mind, this is still his Uruk, and the people living here should naturally be his people.

He failed to obtain eternal life, failed to save his city-state and his people, and the feeling of powerlessness and guilt crushed his arrogant self-esteem. He could only make up for the shortcomings in his heart through these false memories.

Lin Qiye opened his eyes and stared into Gilgamesh's furious eyes, a hint of sympathy appearing in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Lin Qiye said slowly, "Your kingdom has been gone for a long time..."

“Nonsense!” Gilgamesh roared, his grey robe flashing in an instant, and the golden sword in his hand had already chopped off Lin Qiye’s neck, but it was like slashing on gold and stone, unable to move even a little bit, “Uruk…will not die!”

A gleam of light flashed in Lin Qiye's eyes. He suddenly raised his hand, grasped the golden sword of kingship with his bare hands, and moved it away from his neck. At the same time, his other hand grabbed Gilgamesh's collar and pulled him in front of him.

As soon as he thought about it, all the fluctuations of Gilgamesh's divine power disappeared, and the terrifying aura that was raging in the hospital also disappeared without a trace.

"Gilgamesh, what is the relationship between Uruk and you?" Lin Qiye pulled his collar and asked word by word.

Gilgamesh glared at Lin Qiye and said as a matter of course: "I am the king of Uruk!"

"You are the king of Uruk." Lin Qiye repeated, "When you were alive, you had the courage to lead Uruk to sweep across the world, the courage to fight two gods with your demigod body, and the courage to pursue the eternal life of a mortal...

Now, look at yourself!"

Lin Qiye grabbed Gilgamesh's collar tightly and pushed him back half a step. "You are the oldest and most prestigious king in history! But now, don't you even have the courage to face history?

Your country has turned to sand, your people have returned to dust, and your glory has been shattered by the Kingdom of God!

Aren't you a tyrant? Aren't you a hero king?

Now you have a new opportunity and you are back, but what are you doing?

A coward who hides in his own imagination and only dares to be arrogant to others... is he worthy of being king?"