Little Feather told Gilgamesh about Wyg's visit, and that he wanted to talk about something important.
Already tired of sitting down and doing nothing but increasing his total true energy, Gilgamesh decided to go look for Wyg after breakfast.
All the while, he would throw glances at his sea of energy to see if there were any changes with the Omniscient Author. Aside from sucking up a slightly larger amount of his true energy, there was no noticeable change.
He wasn't all too worried about the Omniscient Author sucking him dry of his energy; he could always just activate the energy gathering method and recover.
On top of that, he also had an incredible amount of true energy.
"Little Feather," Gilgamesh asked while he ate.
"Yes, Gilgamesh?" Little Feather picked up a large piece of fruit with a fork and gobbled it up. She spoke while she chewed.
"What cultivation level are you at?"
"I've only just gotten to the Seventh Level of the Condensation stage. It's already been five years, so i'm nothing compared to you, but Miss Nightshade says that if I keep it up, I can be an Outer Disciple too!"
Gilgamesh gleamed a bit of information from this, and he nodded. He thought back to when he had killed Anu, and frowned.
'The information I got from Anu really is useless here. It takes someone more than five years to get past the first realm here, so he must have been from an entirely different world or universe originally.'
"That's right, little sister. Work hard and you can be just like me, and even have your own abode."
"No!" Little Feather slammed her little hands onto the table abruptly, looking as though she had been offended.
"Even if I become an Outer Disciple, I'll continue to live with you! Then, when you become an Inner Disciple, I'll come be your servant. That way, we'll never have to be apart ever again."
Gilgamesh smiled crookedly and did his best to laugh, "That's a great idea!"
After that, Little Feather enjoyed her breakfast with gleeful delight, and was even humming a happy tune.
Once she was finished, she bid Gilgamesh and the other servants goodbye, then left to go about her work.
Gilgamesh also finished and decided to go looking for Wyg.
As he wandered about the sect in the early morning, he saw a number of disciples grouping up and leaving the sect together.
When they noticed Gilgamesh casually strolling around, countless conversations were sparked up.
Gilgamesh knew they were talking about him, but he did not really care. Instead, he went over and asked some of them if they knew where he could find Wyg.
Strangely enough, no one seemed to know a disciple by this name, so Gilgamesh had to offer a bit of a description.
When he did that, a large number of disciples' eyes lit up, and they started rambling on and on about how Gilgamesh's description matched someone they knew almost exactly.
"A skinny disciple with crazy hair, dark skin and green eyes? Doesn't that sound like Lord Heaven-Fucker?"
"Lord Heaven-Fucker? Oh! You mean that guy from two years ago?"
"I remember him too! Didn't he transcend his tribulation by brutally raping it?"
"That's right! I don't remember him wearing glasses though."
As Gilgamesh listened, he was becoming more and more confused.
'Lord Heaven-Fucker? Was that really Wyg? He didn't seem all that bold. And what's this about raping a tribulation!?'
Gilgamesh received some directions to Lord Heaven-Fucker's abode, as well as directions to a place that he frequented quite often: The missions area.
Gilgamesh decided to just head straight for his abode, since it was on the way to the missions area.
Luckily enough, Gilgamesh ran into Wyg as he was leaving his home with a few other disciples.
Gilgamesh smirked, "Ah, there you are Lord Heaven-Fuc--"
When Wyg saw Gilgamesh, he smiled and waved, but when he heard the name Gilgamesh was about to use, he frantically ran over with a finger on his lips.
"Shhh! Please don't use that name around these guys. If they find out who I really am, they won't want to accompany me on sect missions anymore.
Gilgamesh suddenly chuckled, 'So you hid behind a pair of glasses?'
Wyg offered a hurried explanation and then told his friends that he would meet up with them later.
Then, he led Gilgamesh into his house and shut the front doors.
Gilgamesh gave a cursory glance at Wyg's home, and noticed that there were pictures of the sky on every wall, tabletop and counter.
There was even a tiny shrine-like area where several pictures of clear skies, cloudy skies, stormy skies and other such images were carefully placed.
"Interesting design," Gilgamesh joked.
"Interesting doesn't even begin to cover it," Wyg said with an extra sparkle in his eyes.
"I couldn't bear to be in here before, but now that I've added these images, I feel a bit more comfortable."
"Why the sky, though?" Gilgamesh blinked, taking a seat on a chair.
"What do you mean by that?" Wyg also took a seat and brought two jars and two cups out of his void ring.
"I mean, what about it are you so entranced by?"
Wyg bit his lip and he thought of an answer. At the same time, he passed a jar and cup to Gilgamesh, who appraised the wine within with an impressed look.
"I mean, it's not just the sky that I find so appealing. It's Heaven itself."
Gilgamesh raised his brows while taking a sip.
Wyg continued. "As you know, when I transcended my tribulation to reach the Establishment stage, I gained the title 'Lord Heaven-Fucker' because of what I did to make my breakthrough."
"When I saw the powers of heaven stirring above me to create my tribulation, I was overcome with powerful desire and lust."
It was evident that, by just remembering what had happened, Wyg's aura was becoming excited and energetic again.
Gilgamesh was completely flabbergasted.
"I just knew in that moment that I wanted to fuck Heaven! I wanted to hold it down beneath me and fuck it hard! Nonstop! Raw!"
Gilgamesh almost spat out his wine, and started coughing uncontrollably.
"Huh!?"
Wyg's head snapped in Gilgamesh's direction and he raised his fist in the air, as though he was the epitome of righteousness.
As though his words were coming directly from some kind of Holy Scripture.
"Think about it, Sect Brother Gilgamesh! Isn't Heaven just mouth-wateringly sexy? Don't you feel a stirring in your loins when you see those succulent, shapely clouds?"
Gilgamesh violently shook his head, and grimaced in disgust. "Fuck no!"
Wyg wore a pained expression, but he stood up with rekindled vigor. "Just think about your own tribulation. The mesmerizing clouds. Those THICK lightning bolts!"
After taking a few steps, Wyg was a few inches away from Gilgamesh, and his face was flushed.
It was almost like he was in heat.
"Didn't you just want to stick your dick into them!?"
"Get the fuck away from me!"
Gilgamesh wound up and fired a slap at Wyg, sending him all the way back to his chair.
Instantly snapping out of it, Wyg shook his head and massaged his face.
"Phew! Thanks, Gilgamesh. I was getting carried away again."
Gilgamesh suddenly felt like he didn't want to be there anymore. He didn't even want to continue drinking the wine Wyg have given him.
"Please don't think the worst of me. I swear I'm not a perverted scumbag. It's just..."
Gilgamesh cast a measuring glance at Wyg. This was his final chance.
"Sometimes, I feel like my mind and body aren't one. I want to do one thing, but end up doing something completely different. Something that's just irrational and stupid, and will likely not make sense to anyone else."
With those words, Gilgamesh suddenly felt like he understood Wyg completely. This was something he could relate to 100%.
A relieved breath escaped his lips as he sighed, 'I'm just glad my compulsion isn't toward wanting to fuck Heaven!'
"I know how you feel, Wyg. I'm not a heaven-fucker like you, but I understand the feeling of your mind and body feeling like separate entities."
"Believe it or not, I get that feeling myself sometimes."
Wyg smiled as he straightened up in his chair. "I knew you would understand. When I saw the level of sexiness that came with your tribulation, I knew you had to be super special."
"I just knew that- with a tribulation like that- you had to be just like me!"
Gilgamesh instantly raised his hand, putting a stop to Wyg.
"Never say that again. We are nothing alike."
Wyg laughed weakly.
"Come on, Gilgamesh. We're the same you and I. We're both special individuals with weirdness embedded deeply into our nature."
"I don't think so."
"Sure you doo..." Wyg brought his hands together and smiled, blinking like a coquettish female.
"... stop that... shut the fuck up..."
Gilgamesh stood up to leave, and Wyg did not stop him. He picked up the jars and cups, and put them away.
Then he exited the house behind Gilgamesh.
"So..." Gilgamesh started to ask something, but seemed to be regretting it already.
"Mhm?" Wyg tilted his head.
"How exactly did you fuck Heaven?"
Excitement flashed in Wyg's eyes. Seeing him this way, Gilgamesh noted that he no longer seemed to be putting on a front.
He felt that he was seeing the true Wyg-- the true Heaven-Fucker.
"Well you see! Firstly I took my tool out-"
"That's enough." Gilgamesh instantly palmed his face.
"... I directed it right under a bolt of lightning-"
"No, really, that's enough." Gilgamesh knew he would regret it.
"...at the last moment, I thrust upward and-"
"FUCK OFF!" Gilgamesh fired a kick and sent Wyg flying.