Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

But as long as you don't lose hope in your heart, the sun's rays will guide you on your path.

After he finished speaking, a holy light suddenly descended from the statue of Apollo. Ye was startled by the light, but did not dodge.

The next moment he felt his skin was itchy, especially his scalp.

Just as Ye was worried, Apollo wouldn't just give him a completely bald head to cosplay Kratos.

Although Kratos is handsome and fits the Greek aesthetic, he doesn't need to be bald; he doesn't want to lose his hair.

During this moment of exerting his divine power, Apollo inadvertently glimpsed a trace of Ye's thoughts. Although he couldn't directly see what Ye was thinking, he could discern the general direction: '...Why do you think I would like that bald look?'

Apollo frowned slightly—!

Greece isn't just about muscular men; it also has handsome young men as beautiful as daffodils.

As the god of music and art, Apollo's aesthetic sense was quite refined and leaned more towards beauty.

Although he didn't reject that kind of wild beauty, compared to that, the bald, muscular men were more to Ares's liking.

And then, when Apollo's radiance had finished its course.

When Chrysei looked at the night again, her gaze was immediately fixed on it, her lips parted slightly, and her earlobes turned red once more—

Chrysei was somewhat amazed by Night's new look.

Her short, jet-black hair turned into long, silvery-white hair that cascaded down her shoulders, and her pupils changed to a star-like silver with a hint of blue. Her clothes transformed into a very revealing white robe.

At this moment, he was like a young, handsome sage walking among mortals, with fair skin and serene, otherworldly eyes, sacred and solemn.

Apollo was very pleased with the appearance of the night.

If he had a harp, that would be even better; how could such a virtuous young man not possess an unparalleled singing voice?

At that moment, Apollo used his divine power to conjure a mirror before Night: "Take a good look at your new appearance..."

Apollo was determined to show the kid his current appearance, since he actually doubted that Ye would turn him into a bald man and questioned his own aesthetic sense.

But when she saw her reflection in the mirror that night, she was stunned...

It wasn't just the change in appearance; it seemed that even her temperament had undergone a significant transformation. It was just a matter of changing her hair color and eye color, and her hair had grown a little longer and become slightly curly.

But he had changed so much that not only would strangers not recognize him, but even those who knew him well probably wouldn't recognize him unless they witnessed the changes firsthand.

This sacred feeling is like sunlight shining through the stained-glass windows of an old church onto a boy's gentle, smiling face—clean and beautiful, so beautiful that it makes one forget gender.

Some figures flashed through Ye's mind—Griffith from Berserk: The Egg of the King, and Orpheus, the Silver Saint.

The former is breathtakingly beautiful, possesses immense ambition, and exudes a powerful personal charm.

The latter is the handsome man who went alone into the underworld to save his wife.

She moved Hades, the god of the underworld, with a tranquil and sorrowful song, and was allowed to return to the underworld with her dead wife. However, at the last moment, she forgot the agreement that she must never turn back before she had completely left the land of the underworld.

At the entrance, with half his body still inside the underworld, he saw the sunlight overhead and turned back to tell his wife his joy. As a result, he broke his promise to Hades, causing his wife to be trapped and die in the underworld forever. He himself willingly remained in the dark and sunless underworld, never to leave again.

Speaking of that melancholic and beautiful musical genius, Orpheus also had another identity: he was the son of Apollo, the sun god, and a muse.

This made Ye unable to help but suspect—

Was Apollo doing it on purpose?

What silenced the night even more was that Apollo conjured up a magnificent harp out of thin air.

Finally, the harp fell directly into Night's arms, without even giving him a chance to refuse.

Apollo: "You should pretend to be a musician."

Ah, that makes the image perfect...

But as a musician, how could he not possess a beautiful voice and powerful, skillful musical technique?

Then Apollo said, "In the name of the god of music, bless the Son of Man before me."

—You will possess a voice more beautiful than any bird, and even wild beasts that do not understand art will stop and listen to your beautiful singing.

—You will become a natural-born musician, mastering all kinds of musical skills, and able to quickly and skillfully play any instrument.

With Apollo's blessing, a series of illusory characters in colorful musical notes suddenly appeared and flowed into Night's body.

At this point, Night was completely bewildered by Apollo's actions.

Chapter Nine: New Name—Griffith, Apollo Gives a Thumbs Up!

Night felt a little numb.

I used to go undercover as a spy. Have you ever seen an undercover agent make himself look this handsome, as if he's afraid of not attracting attention?

—The more flamboyant and attention-grabbing you are when doing this kind of thing, the easier it is to be exposed.

However, considering that he was joining the Greek camp as a supporter, the apparent balance was that the arrival of Queen Penthesilea had strengthened Troy's fighting power, tilting the scales of victory in Troy's favor.

He could only join Greece as a hero, not only to demonstrate himself but also to show great strength, in order to be considered a true reinforcement.

Since he's a hero, it seems like it's a good thing if he's handsome and has a good presence, as it would better solidify his heroic identity.

After all, most Greek heroes were born extraordinary. If you don't have a distinctive face that makes you stand out from the crowd, how can you call yourself a hero?

Of course—being extremely handsome is fine, but don't try to be uniquely ugly. If you look like an ancient god, the Greeks will only see you as a new monster, like the Minotaur.

In the world of Greek mythology, where everyone is obsessed with appearance, it's very difficult for someone who is ugly to survive.

From this perspective, becoming more sophisticated seems like a good thing, but the subsequent identity as a musician and the accompanying blessing package are something Ye Zheng can't handle.

He was going to be a heroic outsider, not a banquet outsider; he was a combat unit—not a musician at a banquet.

That very night, he directly raised this issue.

The statue of Apollo feigned death for five seconds, just as Night, Hector, and Chrysaeus thought Apollo had returned.

Apollo finally spoke: "..."

Hmm—musicians can be heroes too.

Everyone has a side hustle.

Just as I am both the god of light and the god of music.

So—no problem.

Being a musician can also help you attract the attention of ordinary people and spread your fame.

You can use this as a starting point to join the Greek coalition.

Alright, after giving you my blessing, I've almost used up all the power of my divine sense.

Go and act according to your heart's desires, Son of Man.

I will always be watching over you from heaven, guiding you on your path.

After she finished speaking, Chryseido, perhaps mistakenly, felt that the radiance on the statue of the chief god Apollo seemed to dim slightly, as if one ray of sunlight had disappeared.

The statue then fell completely silent, indicating that Lord Apollo had left.

Chrysei bowed to the statue, respectfully seeing off the chief god.

But Ye was 80% certain that the deity had not yet left.

In his powerful perception, the active divine power within the statue remained unchanged—

Ye, being very sensible, didn't expose the other party and pretended not to see it.

Alright! Who says musicians can't also be powerful warriors!

The neighbor, Cui Beisai, still kills people with his harp, and if you also include the Silver Saint Opris, who also uses the harp as a weapon.

That man, with his silver rank yet possessing fighting power comparable to a Gold Saint, known as the strongest Silver Saint, is someone who, in this world—

You could easily wipe out the entire Trojan battlefield, no matter the elevation.

After all, it's the Saint Seiya world where Chronos has already reached the multiverse level of worldview.

With so many harp masters setting an example, Ye is considering whether he should study the technique of killing with harp strings when he has time.

It must be said that the way a sage with a sorrowful expression, eyes closed, slowly contemplating the world, casually plucks the strings of his instrument to kill without leaving a trace is truly elegant and sophisticated.

At this moment, Ye felt that he had gained a lot of musical knowledge in his mind. He tried to pluck the harp in his arms. At first, he was a little awkward, but then his technique became more and more proficient, and gradually a beautiful and ethereal melody emerged from it.

The sound restored Ye's spirits considerably, calmed his mind, and cleansed his soul, making it exceptionally clear and ethereal.

Chryseis gracefully bowed and sincerely exclaimed in a soft voice, "The hero's music seems to have the power to heal the soul."

"As expected of Apollo's blessing, it's truly amazing."

Hector: "No, not just as if. I can feel that the fatigue from the past few days on the battlefield has been completely swept away, and my energy has been fully restored."

night:"……!"

Could his music really have such power? Ye suddenly understood what Apollo meant when he said how to join the Greeks as a musician.

Just this powerful support ability alone could create a terrifying effect on the battlefield.

He was quite certain that the musical knowledge Apollo had imparted to him in his blessing did not possess such special healing power.

So--

Is this the harp?

Ye looked at the exquisite harp in her hand, her eyelids twitching!

Amazing artifact!

Night, connecting the feeling from just now with the feeling she had when she first used the divine spear Hector, fell silent.

The first artifact he obtained that was entirely his own turned out to be not a weapon, but a harp.

You might say Apollo is generous, and he certainly is, giving away divine artifacts freely, but he won't give away a single, suitable weapon.

You can call him stingy, but while Night is nominally blessed by Apollo, he's not even a follower of Apollo. You're just a stranger—getting a divine artifact for free is already a blessing, what more could you want?!

However, Ye did not intend to use this tactic to attract Greek heroes to join the Greek side.

While musicians are powerful and popular among ordinary people, it's wartime now, and there's simply no time for Ye to slowly build up his reputation.

Rather than gradually demonstrating their healing abilities and waiting to be discovered and invited by Greek heroes, there are far too many unforeseen circumstances along the way.

He already had a brand new plan in mind.

Unfortunately, if Helena were still alive, he would have single-handedly conquered the dragon and incorporated it into the Greek kingdom as a tamed dragon knight.