Chapter 51: The Great Undertaking of a God Becoming Human
A god becoming human, overturning heaven and earth.
Forcing the Heavens to rely on the Human World.
It sounded like a lunatic's bedtime story, the kind you tell a child to make them stop crying. Even Rowe could admit that much. Yet principle and feasibility were never quite the same thing.
The Heavens where the gods dwelled were, by nature, an illusory realm. They were not a continent hidden above the clouds, but a virtual domain formed from the interwoven authorities of countless deities. In other words, the Heavens shared the same essence as the gods themselves.
If a god could descend by relying on a physical vessel in the present world, then the Heavens, born of those gods, could theoretically do the same.
In theory.
Not impossible did not mean achievable.
For a single god to rely on a vessel, the conditions were already harsh. The vessel needed a compatible wavelength, a human whose existence resonated with the god's name and Mystery. Even that was rare enough to be called a miracle.
The Heavens were far worse.
An Imaginary Number Space carrying the combined authority of every god, evolved from countless overlapping essences, possessed a wavelength so complex it bordered on absurd. A matching anchor should not exist.
And yet, in this moment, under Rowe's will, the Chains of Heaven around him tightened and stretched without pause, and the Heavens themselves had begun to tremble.
They were touching the Heavens with more power than ever before.
They used the Wedge of Heaven, the nail the gods themselves had driven into the Human World, as a channel and anchor.
They used the Chains of Heaven, the very chains meant to bind Heaven, to lock that anchor in place.
They used the Key of Heaven to tear open the boundary between humanity and the divine.
Then they dragged the Heavens down in the form of reliance, forcing them into the present world.
"No. Impossible!"
Anu's voice thundered across the sky. The Sky God forced his panic down, staring through the remaining eye he still had in the Human World at Rowe, at Gilgamesh, at Enkidu.
"Making the Heavens rely on the present world, something like that… You cannot possibly achieve it!"
Because such an act was so profane that even the gods had never dared to imagine it.
"Yes, this must be a bluff!"
Ishtar's true body spoke as well, her tone sharp with fear she could not hide.
The gods were shaken.
For all their status as natural phenomena given consciousness by faith, they still carried instincts that belonged to living things.
Survival.
Fear of death.
A stubborn refusal to accept what should not be possible.
Their fear was honest, even if their pride was not.
Rowe did not answer.
He simply raised his hand, continuing to drive the ritual.
He stood at the center of the spiraling flower above Uruk, a blooming construct of Wedge of Heaven, Key of Heaven, and Chains of Heaven. It covered the sky so completely that even sun and moon seemed swallowed by its radiance.
He had no reason to explain himself to opponents who were already trapped.
But someone else, as always, could not resist speaking.
"AHAHAHAH!"
Gilgamesh's laughter shattered the tension. He stood upon the star ship above the Bull of Heaven's head, arms crossed, arrogance rolling off him like heat.
"Foolish gods. How could the wisdom of this King, and of this King's friend who surpasses heaven and earth, ever be measured by you?"
He lifted his chin as if addressing insects.
"Very well. Gaze upon my friend's scheme."
"Rowe. Tell them."
"Let the foolish gods understand what a magnificent feat you have devised."
In truth, Gilgamesh did not know the details. He was the executor, not the architect. If he had understood it fully, he would have been bragging long before this.
On the western side, Enkidu looked up as well. Her smile was calm, her voice soft.
"It's fine if Rowe wants to speak."
"Whatever you do, I will support you."
Gentle words, yet they carried the quiet weight of absolute trust.
Rowe paused. His first impulse was to say that villains died because they talked too much. Then he remembered his actual goal.
He was not trying to survive this.
Dragging the gods down was meant to make them kill him properly, to force a death that the Underworld could not deny.
Talking could only help.
So he lowered his raised hand.
"Want to know?"
Rowe adjusted his robe and looked directly into the celestial gazes.
His smile was light, almost friendly.
"I'll tell you. I know what you're thinking, and what I'm about to say is exactly that."
"Compared to any single god, the wavelength of the Heavens is more complex. The requirements for reliance are stricter than anything you could tolerate."
"That's why we act in the name of the gods."
His smile widened.
The essence of a naturally manifested god was not authority alone, nor the raw force of nature.
A god's true essence was consciousness shaped by faith. The name living beings placed upon a phenomenon that should not have had a mind.
That was why Age of Gods mages could draw on divine power by chanting a god's name. The name itself was Mystery, a key that established resonance.
Compatibility with that name was the wavelength that allowed reliance.
So from the beginning, Rowe and the others never intended to erase faith.
They never planned to make humanity abandon divine names.
A god's name was the first Mystery.
They acted in the gods' names not just to smooth the chessboard, but to preserve those names in the Human World, to preserve the wavelength itself.
One believer, or even a thousand, would never be enough.
But this time the Heavens were not relying on a single person.
They were relying on the Human World of the entire Mesopotamian Plain.
Under three Kings, a present world unified to an extreme had become one vast vessel.
And the stronger the faith the gods had left behind, the wider the spread of their names, the stronger the compatibility became.
The more inevitable reliance grew.
"In other words…"
Rowe's voice turned sharp.
"Unless you abandon your faith in the Human World, abandon your names, and abandon the foundation of your rule over this era, this reliance will happen."
"The Bull of Heaven and Humbaba."
"This ritual."
"All of it."
"From the start, we used the traps you dug yourselves, and forced you to jump in."
"The Son of Man Cannon that fired at Heaven earlier contained your names, your faith. Now that faith has soaked into every corner of this land."
"It pushed compatibility to its absolute limit."
"People resist because they believe."
"Doing what is known to be impossible…"
"This is humanity's hymn. This is real courage."
"AHAHAHAHAH!"
Rowe laughed, and this time he did not hold it back.
Mockery, exhilaration, and a kind of reckless clarity flooded his voice.
Schemes only truly taste sweet when you let your opponent hear every step they failed to see.
And this plan had been born long ago, after their reckless act of shaking the gods in the Demonic Beast Forest.
That failure taught him two things.
First, without the power to touch the Heavens, nothing mattered.
Second, ordinary paths would never reach the death he wanted.
To court a great death, you needed a great deed.
To do a great deed, you needed a road no one else would dare to walk.
So he thought.
He watched Ishtar Rin and Ereshkigal.
Gods could rely on humans.
So why not Heaven itself?
A single mad idea, sharpened over time, had finally become reality.
And now, with every chain tightening around the sky, the great undertaking of a god becoming human was no longer a question.
It was already happening.
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