# 1201
Chapter 1202: The Throne and the Small Stool
Asylum of the Gods.
Lin Qiye walked through the quiet hospital corridor and headed straight for the courtyard.
Since Gilgamesh's last outburst, the hospital had fallen into a state of silence. All the attendants tried to keep their daily activities as quiet as possible, afraid of disturbing the deranged mad king seated on the throne in the courtyard.
It seemed that Gilgamesh sensed Lin Qiye's approach. Chained to the black throne, he slowly opened his eyes.
Compared to yesterday, Gilgamesh's face had grown even more haggard. His eyes were bloodshot, and he gazed weakly at Lin Qiye before him.
"What do you want?" he rasped.
"A god is coveting your treasury." Lin Qiye said seriously.
Hearing this, Gilgamesh's expression showed no surprise. He冷笑，"The King's Treasury holds a vast collection of top-tier divine artifacts. It is indeed enough to tempt any divine kingdom in the world. When I was alive, countless gods tried to get their hands on it. I never expected that after all this time, someone is still fixated on it..."
"What puzzles me is that the King's Treasury has been hidden in the real world for so long. Why is news of it spreading now?" Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment.
"I suspect that your current condition is related to this matter."
"Maybe." Gilgamesh paused. "So you came to me hoping to learn the exact location of the King's Treasury? But... I don't know where the King's Treasury is myself.
Before I died of old age, I arranged my affairs in advance, including the disposition of the King's Treasury... That treasury was the work of my entire life's search. Even in death, I would not allow a single divine artifact to fall into the hands of Sumerian gods.
When I first became king of Uruk, I found a peculiar king turtle that could survive at the bottom of the deep sea without eating or drinking. It would surface once every century to breathe, staying above water for three months each time, then dive again for another hundred years. Its lifespan was equal to heaven's.
So before my death, I ordered the most skilled craftsmen in Uruk to move their entire families into the treasury. They were to maintain and care for the divine artifacts for generations. I then hid the treasury beneath the shell of this king turtle and released it.
Now, after all these changes of time, where this king turtle ended up... even I cannot predict."
So that divine turtle was indeed Gilgamesh's.
Lin Qiye thought to himself.
"I've found the location of the treasury." Lin Qiye said. "But that king turtle... I can't deal with it."
"That king turtle has considerable strength. Back then, I also relied on the power of the treasury to subdue it. It's not strange that you couldn't approach it." Gilgamesh nodded.
"Others might be helpless against this king turtle, but you should be able to handle it... You have my 【Wrath of the Tyrant】. As long as you release some of its aura, it won't actively attack you."
Lin Qiye's eyes gradually brightened.
"I understand."
Gilgamesh thought for a moment and opened his mouth, about to say something more, when his eyes suddenly narrowed!
That haggard, weak face twisted in pain once more. The veins on the back of his hand bulged one by one. As he struggled with all his might, the iron chains on the throne rattled violently, producing clanging sounds.
Lin Qiye instinctively stepped back, his brow tightly furrowed.
Here we go again...
Gilgamesh's bloodshot eyes suddenly widened. He looked around frantically, as if guarding against an enemy about to appear from somewhere.
"It's you again... it's you again!! I will slaughter all of you!"
Gilgamesh's roar, mixed with the clanging of iron chains, echoed through the hospital. The attendants busy with washing and cooking were startled. They whispered to each other, glanced fearfully at the courtyard, and quickened their pace.
A figure in a tattered cassock leaped down from the second floor.
Sun Wukong glanced at the maniacally roaring Gilgamesh on the throne and turned to Lin Qiye:
"What's going on?"
"I found his treasury. I was just asking about it when he started having another episode." Lin Qiye said苦涩ly.
He looked at the top of Gilgamesh's head. The treatment progress bar was jumping left and right again.
"Got a lead?"
"Somewhat. I have a feeling that this emergence of the treasury should have something to do with his current condition."
Sun Wukong nodded. "Go ahead. I'll handle this."
Just as Lin Qiye was about to turn and leave, Gilgamesh, still chained to the throne and struggling wildly, suddenly spoke:
"No... that's not right... it's all fake!"
"I'm in the hospital... hospital... LIN QIYE!!"
Hearing his own name called from the midst of his madness, Lin Qiye's脚步一顿 and quickly turned around.
In Gilgamesh's murky eyes, a trace of clarity faintly emerged. He bellowed:
"Treasury... you can't take it... must first get... 【Star Coins】! Only with them can you..."
Gilgamesh struggled to吐出 several vague words, and then the clarity in his eyes receded like a tide.
Swirling purple light burst forth from his body, repeatedly striking the iron chains, producing thunderous sounds. Gilgamesh's face twisted viciously as he glared ahead, a surge of killing intent erupting outward:
"My Uruk will never allow you monsters to taint it... Come, fight me!"
Confused words continued to pour from his mouth. Lin Qiye lowered his head, carefully muttering Gilgamesh's last words, as if deep in thought.
"【Star Coins】... what are those?"
"You should go." Sun Wukong calmly stepped forward, walking toward the chaotic, raving Gilgamesh.
Lin Qiye nodded and vanished from the hospital in a flash.
Sun Wukong stood in the courtyard, his expression complex as he gazed at the Gilgamesh before him. His eyes swept over the terrified attendants nearby. After a moment's hesitation, he reached to his ear and gently掏了掏.
A Ruyi Jingu Bang quickly enlarged as he grasped it in his hand.
Sun Wukong held the Ruyi Jingu Bang in one hand and dragged its edge around the perimeter of the courtyard, drawing a golden circle that surrounded the entire space.
The moment this golden circle took shape, the scene within the courtyard gradually faded from the attendants' sight. Gilgamesh's roars also faded away, as if an invisible hand had completely concealed the courtyard's existence.
"Wait for me!"
Bragi, holding a harp in one arm and a small stool in the other, directly stepped across the golden circle Sun Wukong had drawn and entered the courtyard.
Sun Wukong glanced at him. "What are you doing here?"
"Aren't you planning to guard Gilgamesh here? I'm here to keep you company!" Bragi waved the harp in his hand and smiled. "Two big men sitting face to face is so boring. I can recite a poem for you~"
Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes at him, but his gaze softened slightly.
He turned his head and casually pulled out a strand of monkey fur, transforming it into a majestic stone throne. He sat down slowly, directly facing the black throne where Gilgamesh sat.
Sun Wukong, draped in his tattered cassock, sat cross-legged on the stone throne, one hand propping up his head, and said淡淡:
"Let me make this clear—I didn't save a spot for you."
"That's fine. Your throne is too high anyway; I'd be uncomfortable sitting there anyway." Bragi smiled as he opened his small stool and sat down. "I'll just sit on my little stool. It's nice."
Before the two opposing thrones, the Bragi seated on his small stool appeared small and frail.
Sun Wukong gazed at Bragi with complicated eyes for a moment, then looked away.
Within the isolated golden circle, two thrones and one small stool stood in a three-way standoff, somehow oddly harmonious.