Mesopotamia, generally referring to the region between the two rivers, is hailed as a cradle of civilization, just like other great river basins of the world.
It is famous in the modern world for ancient civilizations such as Sumer, Assyria, and Babylon.
You must know that to leave one’s own unique mark on the Throne of Heroes, it is not enough to simply perform great deeds; more importantly, those deeds must be sung and remembered.
Otherwise, even if you had slain gods in the Age of Gods, if the fame of this feat is limited only to the place where the god was slain, the reach of your legend will be restricted.
If you were to have the chance to become a Heroic Spirit in the future, even the passive skill “Anti-Divinity,” which you should have possessed, would vanish without a trace due to limited renown.
But the Mesopotamia region is different; the legends and stories from these places possess a considerably high degree of fame in later generations.
That is why Norville was so excited when he saw the simulation location; simulating in the Mesopotamia region can be said to be halfway to success already.
“0 years old, you are born.”
“You are born in the Kusar City-State in the southern region of Mesopotamia.”
“From the moment you were born, you displayed an astonishing appetite, to the point that your parents gave up on the idea of adding a younger brother or sister for you.”
“But likewise, because of your astonishing appetite, your strength began to gradually differ from others even during your infancy.”
“Your parents did not despise you for your anomaly; on the contrary, they believed you were a gift from the heavens, which is why you were different from everyone else, and they named you—”
“Doros (Theodoros).”
“Meaning ‘Gift of God’.”
Norville couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow; he hadn’t expected the “King’s Stomach” talent to start manifesting from infancy.
If it continues to nourish the body like this until adulthood, surely tearing apart beastmen with bare hands should be possible, right?
The constitutions of people from the Age of Gods and modern humans are as different as clouds and mud.
If you were to place a modern human in the high-concentration ether environment of the Age of Gods, they would simply explode.
That kind of high-concentration ether is simply not something modern humans can withstand.
Even at the end of the Age of Gods, when mystery began to retreat to the inner side of the planet, this ether concentration was still not something that today’s weak humans could endure.
“Kusha?
I remember Kusha seems to be an important City-State belonging to the Sumer period, just don’t know if Goldie has been born yet.”
Norville didn’t really know much about Kusha; his only impression of it was a brief mention in the Absolute Demonic Front about Merlin going to Kusha to retrieve the Tablet of Destiny.
“Days passed, and you grew up day by day.”
“Kusha is a City-State that believes in gods; in the center of the city, there is a temple used to communicate with the gods, which serves to convey the divine oracle.”
“Every newborn born in Kusha must go to the temple alone at the age of six to offer sacrifices, to show their respect for the gods.”
“Six years old; according to the customs of Kusha, on this day at the age of six, you went to the temple to offer sacrifices.”
“Doros, when you get to the temple, you must listen well to the High Priest, do you understand?
You cannot be like you are at home; you must follow the proper rules.”
Duanna said, reaching out to stroke the head of her son standing before her.
Looking at his mother standing before him, Doros showed a big smile and said.
“I understand, Mother, I will definitely complete the task well!”
He then feigned a serious look and placed his hand over his chest to give a Kusha military salute, just like a real soldier.
Duanna didn’t speak again; she just smiled, shook her head, and patted Doros on the head, signaling that it was time for him to set off.
She knew that Doros was not the type to cause trouble; after all, this child had revealed a sense of composure that did not belong to his peers since he was young.
Only in front of her would he reveal the childishness that truly belonged to a child of his age.
The temple was not too far from Doros’s home.
Since his cheap father had sacrificed his life while out suppressing the beastmen that constantly attacked the City-State, they had moved into the inner city.
Looking at the magnificent temple before him, Doros couldn’t help but let out a sigh of admiration.
The temple was built in the same stepped, ascending fashion as most Sumer temples, and at the top, there was a statue of the deity being worshipped.
Come to think of it, the deity worshipped in Kusha seemed to be called “Irigal.” This was the first time Doros had heard this name, but it seemed to be a deity in charge of the Underworld?
But according to Doros’s understanding, Kusha should also belong to the Sumer pantheon.
And shouldn’t the one in charge of the Underworld be Ereshkigal, known as the “Mistress of the Underworld”?
“Irigal…
Ereshkigal.”
With curiosity in his heart about the main deity of Kusha, Doros followed the priestess in front of him, walking up the stairs step by step.
With every step he took on the stairs, Doros could clearly feel a piercingly cold aura surging into his heart; the withered and chilling aura unique to the Underworld gradually spread as he climbed higher and higher.