Fate/My Villain Simulations

["I will fight for you."]

[You say this to Ishtar seriously.]

[Ishtar looks at you with satisfaction, nodding, and commands you to defeat Gilgamesh, showing him what happens when a god's dignity is trampled.]

[She promises that if you face any danger to your life, Ishtar will trace you in the Underworld and save you.]

[If you are unable to defeat him, then even destroying this world would be fine.]

[Because—you are her subordinate god.]

[Upon hearing this, you reassure Ishtar.]

[You've been training for almost three years now, and it's time to step out into the world.]

[Even if Gilgamesh is talented and a fellow god, you might not be able to match the famed King of Heroes in terms of ability.]

[But you still believe that effort can make up for everything.]

[A parasitic worm who lies in the palace and enjoys life—how could he possibly compare to someone who has been working hard, never forgetting their goals, and who has grand ambitions and plans?]

[An excellent villain may not always defeat the righteous protagonist, but at least without considering luck, their abilities are often superior.]

[You are confident you can defeat Gilgamesh, relying on everything you've learned over the past two and a half years.]

[The tip of your spear will surely send Gilgamesh's soul to the Underworld.]

[After Ishtar's instructions, you step into the temple.]

[Since you are about to duel with Gilgamesh, you didn't bring your previous army, just yourself.]

[Too many people only means more sacrifices.]

[When you are still insufficient, you won't hesitate to use every means at your disposal. But now, with your strength, you don't want to cause unnecessary casualties.]

[If the two armies are to collide, both the soldiers and civilians will die without any cause.]

[You don't believe the divine war requires many lower-tier people to bear the consequences of gods fighting.]

[A villain isn't necessarily the one who comes from a sea of corpses and blood, devoid of humanity.]

[What you want with Gilgamesh is a noble duel!]

[A one-on-one battle to decide superiority.]

[Ishtar agrees with your plan, including nearly all of Uruk's people who worship Ishtar.]

[As the protector of Uruk, she doesn't want too many of her followers to die in a conflict.]

[With the spear in your hand, you ride on the bow, Maanna, lent to you by Ishtar, flying through the skies over Sumer.]

[Looking at the wilderness, you understand the perspective a villain should have, the vision… the grand scheme.]

[Soon, you arrive outside the city of Uruk.]

Just as always, the city of Uruk seemed unchanged.

Time passed quickly, so much so that many people barely noticed the recent shifts in their world. The farmers in the village could still mark the passage of time through their crops—one full cycle of spring, summer, and autumn was just two seasons of harvest.

Yet within the city-state, life went on as usual.

Each day, the people continued their work, grinding away at the demands of their king. Gilgamesh's exploitation was a constant. His ever-shifting tyranny meant that each new decree felt different, yet somehow, it also felt like nothing had changed at all.

The daily labor largely revolved around constructing palaces for the king's pleasure. Though the city had its landmarks, built through the sweat of the people, they remained unnoticed in the face of their unrelenting toil.

Life couldn't be called good—far from it—but it wasn't exactly bad, either. Since Gilgamesh's coronation, it seemed like nothing had truly changed. While it could be said that each day blended into the next, there was a subtle sense among the people that their lives had worsened over time.

There is nothing new under the sun.

Another day began.

The sun rose in the east and set in the west, and still, the people toiled on, trapped in their endless labor with no hope in sight.

In the beginning, they had believed that the mighty king would protect them. But in the end, they discovered that Gilgamesh was more brutal than ever. He used laws and regulations to justify his cruelty, presenting it as a righteous rule.

The last significant change came when Susa fought against Gilgamesh.

In the midst of their monotonous labor, that battle felt like a distant memory now. A deep impression, yes, but just an impression—a fading one at that.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, but the shadows never fell on the people.

The gods above likely didn't care to glance at this place. No new heroes were rising from the crowds, no sparks of rebellion to light the way.

The last of the capable, the hopeful, had been taken to Ishtar's palace after Susa's rebellion failed. There was only emptiness in this fertile land where flowers should have bloomed.

Who could hear the pain of the people?

Then, something unexpected happened. The laborers, numb in their endless toil, suddenly looked up.

The sun…

It was being blocked.

From the perspective of those below, the once-blazing sun seemed to lose its strength, its rays covered by a dark shape.

No, not a shape.

A figure.

As the shadow drew nearer, the people of Uruk saw the figure clearly—the one who was blocking the fierce sunlight.

Long hair flowed behind him. In the age of the gods, Ishtar was revered as the most beautiful of all. Because of this, many of Susa's features—his long hair, in particular—unconsciously resembled hers.

Tying it up during training had never impeded his movements and even increased his connection to Ishtar.

Because of this, Susa rarely cut his hair.

As a god… A male god with long hair naturally exuded warmth and approachability—something short hair could never achieve. The ability to grow long hair symbolized belonging to the privileged, leisurely class that did not need to engage in exhausting labor.

When Susa was a priest, he always kept his long hair.

And now, despite two and a half years of intense training, his youthful face had not grown more rugged. In fact, it still had a soft, approachable quality, reflecting the temple's support and his divine heritage. If he had once been compared to a beautiful maiden rated at A+, he was now at the A++ level—more radiant than before.

While holding a spear, rather than appearing as a descending god, he seemed more like a savior arriving to slay the evil dragon.

The people watched in awe as everything unfolded before their eyes. Two years ago, Susa had already become famous throughout Uruk. A humble priest who treated everyone kindly, he had earned the respect of nearly every other priest who worshipped Ishtar. Now, in a city-state of fewer than a hundred thousand people, even the youngest children could recognize Susa's face.

He was the leader of the uprising.

"Gilgamesh!" Before anyone could react, Susa, stepping through the void, proclaimed, "I hereby declare that your days of indulgence and exploitation are over!"