Fate: I Just Want to Die and Sit on the Throne of Heroes-Chapter 123: Restoration? No, It’s Reform!

Chapter 123: Restoration? No, It’s Reform!
The Uruk soldiers, having crossed mountains and valleys to reach their destination, threw themselves into construction with fervent energy.
There were no divine miracles, no mysteries to smooth the way. These warriors, who had once slumbered in Uruk’s Underworld, simply erected one colossal machine after another. They laid logs as tracks, hauled massive stones from far away, and used wooden levers to lift weights that would have broken ordinary men, stacking stone upon stone until the sky itself seemed within reach.
One day, a towering wall took shape.
The next, a palace was enclosed.
“It’s truly amazing…” Under the sunlight, Hestia’s lashes fluttered as she stared at the wall before her.
Though it was built from many individual stones that were not even particularly large, it looked unshakable. The pale filler packed between the gaps had hardened into something that felt no less resilient than the rock itself.
“Is this Uruk’s technology?” The youthful looking Goddess of the Hearth lifted her gaze toward the wall’s sprawling length.
This was human technique pushed to its limits, the kind of applied ingenuity Greece in this era simply did not possess.
That being said…
Why did even the Goddess of the Hearth follow along?
Rowe’s eyelids drooped slightly. He had only intended to bring the goddesses who were, in one way or another, connected to him.
“It really is remarkable.” Compared to Hestia’s straightforward awe, Athena placed her fair hand against the wall and slowly traced its surface. A flicker of thought passed through her ruby eyes.
She turned her gaze toward Rowe.
“This shouldn’t be complicated, should it?”
“If you want it, I can give it to you anytime,” Rowe replied without hesitation.
Civilization and technology were not meant to be hoarded. And besides, his closeness with Athena already implied the inevitable intimacy between Uruk and Athens. Sharing techniques would benefit them both.
Athena’s expression brightened, and she leaned in to kiss Rowe.
It was only a brief touch, but everyone could see the truth. She had simply found an excuse to be intimate.
Hestia fell silent.
“Goddess Athena!” Atalanta, who had been quiet until now, finally blurted out, anxiety leaking into her voice.
Unfortunately, Atalanta’s chief goddess, Artemis, had been driven away by Enkidu, so there was no one left to back her up.
Rowe cast a sidelong glance upward.
Above the high wall, verdant long hair fluttered in the wind. A plain robe billowed, subtly outlining the girl’s slender figure.
Enkidu looked unchanged, and yet she also seemed different.
Her frame was more graceful than before. There was a noticeable curve at her chest now, though the loose robe concealed most of it.
She gazed at the city taking shape little by little.
The layout felt familiar. The scenery felt familiar.
Only the land was different.
And that alone was enough to stir memories in the girl who called herself a broken weapon.
Verdant recollections flashed by like leaves caught in a current.
“It’s really nice… Rowe.” Her soft murmur rode the wind and reached him.
Rowe smiled as well.
While the goddesses spoke among themselves, an Uruk soldier approached and bowed.
“Sage, someone claiming to be Prince Aeneas of Troy has arrived. He says he wishes to help us build the city, in return for the kindness you showed Troy earlier.”
If Rowe had not intervened, Troy would likely have been destroyed by the Greek allied forces.
This was indeed a debt of gratitude.
“Aeneas…” Rowe repeated, thoughtful. The name felt familiar, as if he had heard it before.
He’s probably a Greek demigod as well, right?
“Pass it on,” Rowe said, voice calm and serious. “From now on, if anyone wishes to join Uruk City, accept them all. Whatever they want to learn, teach them. Whatever they want to know, let them know.”
He paused, then continued.
“Tell everyone. Not just those inside the city, but those outside as well.”
“I will establish an academy here.”
“That academy will be filled with books. Endless books, countless volumes. Anyone who comes may read them.”
“Humanities, religion, science, technology, military affairs, political systems…”
“There will be no restrictions.”
“Yes!” The Uruk soldier answered loudly and turned to carry out the order.
In the distance, a young man stood watching the figure wreathed in divine radiance.
Aeneas had indeed come to repay a debt, but he had also come for another reason. He had heard of the sage’s reputation and wanted to learn something with his own eyes.
Hearing the message carried out, Aeneas finally let out a breath he had not realized he was holding.
Rowe wanted to change customs. He wanted Uruk to reappear on Greek soil, replacing the old as if stealing the heavens and changing the sun, provoking Zeus to the greatest extent possible.
Conquest alone would never be enough.
Only assimilation could truly take root.
“Eh? He’s that generous?” Hestia suddenly lifted her hand, eyes bright. “Then I want to learn too!”
“Wisdom?” Athena’s excitement rose as well, the word leaving her like a spark.
“How boring.” Atalanta pouted, yet made no move to leave.
Enkidu only smiled, her gaze steady on Rowe.
How is it that she hasn’t changed?
Yet Rowe, in truth, had never changed either.
‘The sage built a city upon the earth, and within that city, he built an academy.’
‘It was the first library of ancient Western civilization, and also its first academy, a grand hall.’
‘It gathered the powerful of many city states into its walls, where they gained wisdom, and upon returning to their own lands, they applied what they had learned.’
‘The city where the sun rose and set stood unmoving.’
‘But those who entered and left it sparked change everywhere.’
‘They called themselves disciples of Rowe, people born from the land of wisdom.’
‘The second rise of Greek civilization began here, and even Rome’s long lasting glory could not shake its magnificent history.’
‘A thousand years later, Conqueror King Iskandar II once pointed to the city, now buried beneath wind and sand, and loudly told his teacher Aristotle: “It’s a pity I wasn’t born in that era, to gaze upon that originating wisdom.”’
‘Origin of Civilization’
…
High above the sky, in a dimension even higher than Olympus itself, at the boundary between the present world and the Imaginary Number Space.
Thunder flashed and crackled.
A massive machina god body stretched across that threshold like a grand hall.
This was Zeus’s domain.
That hall like machina god was, without question, Zeus.
Unlike the other gods who had long since shed their machina bodies, Zeus, who had once unified the gods’ bodies and fought the Star Hunter when it attacked in the past, still retained his full form.
The complete and omnipotent power of the unified bodies of the Twelve Olympians.
But because of that, his personality was less stable than the others. The mechanical sensation of the body was difficult to erase.
To maintain his sense of self, his desires were stronger than those of other gods.
The faith he required was not merely greater. It surpassed the sum of all other gods combined.
And yet.
“Greece’s faith in me has decreased.”
A deep, humming sound reverberated at the edge of the Imaginary Number Space. A slowly brightening light swept across countless threads of complex information.
Zeus, the God King, cast his eyes down upon the mortal world, searching for the source of this change.
But to observe the shift of faith clearly, one could only understand it by stepping into human society.
So at that moment, a beam of light descended from Zeus’s machina body, shining upon the present world. Within that light, a tall figure slowly formed.
Pale skin.
Wild, bushy hair like a lion’s mane.
A majesty that did not need to be spoken.
Zeus’s humanoid terminal stepped onto the earth.
The sky was wide. The sun had only just risen.
The God King walked toward the human world.
It had been a long time since he personally set foot among mortals. The last time he moved, it was to defeat Cronus, and even then he had only arrived directly at the entrance of Tartarus.
Or perhaps…
It was time to remind people that the majesty of the God King was not something that could be defied.
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