Chapter 44: The Manifest Destiny 3

“Residents of the forest, halt. By the king’s command, Uruk is now in a state of martial law, suspending all foreign trade activities immediately.”

The soldiers guarding the city were not wearing wicker and animal hide armor typical of the era but rather astonishingly crafted bronze armor. The magic power faintly pulsating within it proved it was not something ordinary humans could manufacture.

A gift from the gods.

Rather than a magician’s whimsical idea for outfitting an army, a massive “blessing” from the gods for a certain purpose is more plausible.

“Did you receive any prior notice?”

Adam asked the leader of the nearby trade caravan, who vigorously shook his head.

The Edenites were no longer isolated from information, especially these individuals who dealt with various people over long periods, suggesting that Uruk’s declaration of martial law might have been a sudden decision.

Observing the soldiers’ expressions, one could infer they likely hadn’t been informed much earlier than anyone else, even their equipment seemed newly issued, causing many to fidget slightly.

“What should we do?”

Jeanne d’Arc · Alter nodded towards the city’s defenses, seemingly insubstantial to her.

“We don’t have time to figure things out slowly. Besides, this situation is likely… Gaia, hear my voice: Firstly, henceforth, all jewels and gold in the world shall become—”

Before Adam could finish, the sky suddenly brightened, and a figure descended rapidly like a meteor. Her landing nearly upturned the soil within a hundred-meter radius.

A beautiful woman with blond hair and red eyes stood there, her presence alone enchanting. Her attire left little to the imagination, covering only the essentials and complemented by a one-sided blue stocking.

Ishtar.

Sister (half-god) of Ereshkigal, the goddess of love, Venus, fertility, and war.

“What are you doing, spouting such nonsense that disgusts others!”

Her shouting and pointing at Adam, who had stopped chanting, clashed with the initial impression she gave.

“Although you’re quite my type, are you one to infringe upon others’ property?!”

“At least calling you out like this was efficient. Now, let’s cut to the chase, I’m not in the mood for small talk. Goddess Ishtar, tell me, what exactly are you trying to do?”

Adam’s aggressive approach seemed to irritate Ishtar, but she couldn’t just strike back at will, or more precisely, even if she did, she couldn’t beat him, so she reluctantly stamped her foot in frustration.

However, what probably had a greater impact was a vague impression from Ereshkigal, allowing Ishtar, her half, to tolerate Adam.

Otherwise, with the goddess known for causing trouble annually and often venting her emotions regardless of the cost, nothing would prevent her from throwing a fit.

“Listen, what I’m about to say does not align with my personal stance. You must have heard from Ereshkigal about the civil war in heaven. Now, with Marduk retrieving the Tablet of Destinies, it’s entering its final phase. That artifact lies within Uruk’s treasury.”

“…You left the Tablet of Destinies in a mortal city?”

“Ah, I told you, it’s not my stance. Anyway, Enlil decided that, and father and mother didn’t object. As a compromise between both sides, upon handing over the tablet, the gods granted Uruk permission and power to comply with destiny. They will unite the city-states at war with each other, just as the once divided heaven unified.”

Ishtar’s expression turned helpless and irritated as she mentioned these matters, clearly dissatisfied with the current situation.

The floating goddess crossed her arms and looked at Adam.

“You understand what this means. It might even be more appropriate for me, the goddess, to begrudgingly form a marriage alliance with you, the brain of this planet.”

Adam ignored Ishtar’s overconfidence in her charm, and even Jeanne d’Arc · Alter was thinking about more pressing matters.

Uruk was assigned by the gods the destiny to unite the city-states.

Their goal was likely to recover the situation already leaning towards the Edenites.

And in any view, this was neither a reasonable nor a prudent decision.

Perhaps heaven also realized Tiamat’s awakening, even recognizing her as the beast of “difference.”

As Adam had analyzed before, the “difference” lies in the dinosaurs that didn’t go to paradise with the Edenites and, possibly, the Sumerians who might be “domesticated” next.

If the Edenites, as a group, directly interfere in what could be seen as Sumer’s internal conflict of unification, the “difference” would only widen.

Betting on victory in the civil war, Enlil’s faction is gambling based on the knowledge of the beast’s existence, hoping Adam wouldn’t risk becoming stronger in the short term by intervening.

“What have you turned human lives into?”

Adam’s anger was not because he was outmaneuvered but because Enlil’s faction saw Sumerians as chips to be spent, likely believing that even if Mesopotamia turned to ruins, it should be under their control.

“Getting angry at me is pointless. Enlil even ordered his son’s temple demolished just because he openly opposed his stubbornness… Say, you must have a way to break this situation, right? Regardless of what others think, at least I don’t want to see humanity perish, and Enlil, that madman who floods at whim, isn’t fully prepared for the upcoming disaster.”

Human evil is just one of humanity’s great calamities.

Even if human civilization is destroyed, the gods would merely retreat inside the planet.

Or they could swallow their pride and escape with the Edenites, avoiding Gaia’s criticism.

But they are judging by their own standards.

Even without any action from Adam, the Edenites, not entirely powerless now, wouldn’t flee like during the planetary killer event. These inherently moral beings would stay and fight alongside the Sumerians to the end.

The legend of the Olympian fleet has instilled in them a strong sense of responsibility as the eldest children of the planet: if even extraterrestrial visitors would do so, how could they be any less courageous?

“…I was worried about whether to lower my standards and commit a necessary evil, but now it seems I have to go after those guys instead. Now I can implement my strategy without reservations.”

The gods can arm Uruk, and the Edenites can surely support Larlag, the city closest to them.

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