Type Moon: I'm Gilgamesh? Sweet! (gamer fic)

I don't know what the hell is going on, but apparently I'm Gilgamesh now?

I mean, I'm sure as hell not complaining.

Demi-God, check

Kingship, check

Loyal servants, check

Harem, check

What's not to love?

Ya know, besides the creeping existential that I'm not real, the rivaling kingdom out for blood, the fact that I'm woefully ill-prepared to actually run anything larger than a high school group project, and that I live in the middle of a goddamn desert full of demonic beasts all out for a bit of my semi-divine ass?

Just a stupid power fantasy thing, don't sweat the details in regards to Nasu-lore or historical accuracy.