Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

There's probably no legend more sensational or faster to make you famous than this.

While his reputation for defeating Achilles with Hector was useful, he couldn't reveal that his true identity.

Night looked at Hector and Chryseis and asked them to find him a hooded cloak to conceal his current appearance.

He then requested Hector to secretly escort him away from the battlefield of Troy—

His plan did not intend to begin in Troy, but if it succeeded, he would soon be able to return to the battlefield and appear before everyone with a new identity.

Finally, Night wants to give herself a new name.

He thought for a moment, then said to the two of them, "From now on, once I leave this temple, I will no longer be the Night."

It is a completely new existence.

Griffith—from now on, this character's name will be Griffith Lisita…

Thus, Hector and Chrysei are the only ones who know his true identity and his new name: Griffith... or so?!

Well, not counting the words of Apollo, who was also eavesdropping.

Apollo silently gave himself a thumbs up—he liked the name!

Chapter Ten: You plead for hope on the tilted scales, but only one person answers, and you too—

Griffith...

The name 'griffin' symbolizes courage, strength, freedom, wisdom, and mystery!

It must be said that this is a name that perfectly matches the Greek aesthetic.

The name is as handsome and dazzling as the person before you.

Night, now transformed into Griffith, donned the grey-black cloak brought by Chryseis, completely concealing his handsome appearance that even the gods admired. Afterward, Night followed Hector out of the city.

Under Hector's secret escort, Night was taken to a port on the route from Troy toward Greece.

Night boarded a ship bound for the coast of Misia with the fleeing caravan.

This is one of the points of contact on the way to Greece... and also the destination of this night trip.

No one knew his identity, not even Hector could see him off in person. His identity was too conspicuous, and the only person who accompanied him was Chryseis, who also concealed her beauty in a cloak.

"Have a safe journey, my hero..."

"And please, don't overexert yourself," Chrysei said with a final expression of concern.

She prayed in her heart that Apollo would bless the hero's journey...

Until those barbaric Greek invaders were driven from the land of Troy.

night--

No, he should be called Griffith now.

Griffith Lista's magnetic voice, blessed by Apollo and now incredibly melodious, spoke softly: "Chrysei...—"

He called out the witch's name.

Chrysei's heart skipped a beat: "Yes, my lord. Is there anything else you require?"

She was worried about him.

It was an incredibly dangerous journey, and she was terrified that this would be the last time she saw this hero, and that the next time she heard from him, she might find that he had perished in Greece.

Chryseis was ready; whatever the other party asked, she would do her best to fulfill it, as long as it was within her power.

However, Griffith did not ask for anything—

He simply said, "You once prayed to me, hoping a hero could save your sister..."

I didn't give you an answer then.

Then you prayed for hope on the tilted scales, but the gods failed to notice your piety.

No, it's probably not that he didn't notice, but rather that Apollo simply didn't intend to get involved.

At this moment, Ye thought of the tragic lives of many women in the Greek world, whether human or goddess, they were always the ones fooled by fate.

Greece has many heroes, but in this land of heroes, there are also many regrettable stories.

Even heroes wouldn't care about their tragic lives, as if they were beauties or goddesses...

The reason they suffered such tragic fates was the inevitable price they paid for their unparalleled beauty.

but--

Night: "Now I can give you an answer—"

Brises will return safely to Troy…that’s a promise.”

Chrysei was slightly stunned, then suddenly burst into tears and covered her mouth with her hands.

She had originally thought that Ye would make some small requests.

Even something a little more elaborate is acceptable, such as a simple kiss of blessing before departure—a custom that heroes in Greece greatly appreciated.

In extreme cases, some would even demand a sexual encounter before departure, hoping to leave offspring if they were lucky, so that even if they died on the battlefield, they would not regret not leaving behind a bloodline.

Even if there are no feelings between the two parties, it's like an unwritten deal.

The bodies offered to heroes in their final moments are a sacred sacrifice.

However, what she received was a promise, a reassuring and earnest promise.

Chrysei bowed deeply, expressing her heartfelt respect for such a true hero: "You are a true hero."

I have never met anyone as brave and sincere as you.

If Your Excellency is willing, Chryseis is willing to offer herself to bless you.

However, there wasn't a single hero in all of Olympus capable of accomplishing such a feat.

My lord, please stay.

You have already proven your courage through your actions and words; there's no need for you to take on a task that is fundamentally impossible.

The sincerity shown before nightfall completely moved this pure-hearted and considerate priestess.

She couldn't bear to see such a man go to his death. At this moment, Chrysace's body was burning hot, her heart was pounding, and she even went so far as to abandon her reserve and actively seduce Night, hoping to keep him by her side, just like those women she used to look down on.

however--

That night, she looked at Chrysei.

Dressed in a white shrine maiden outfit, Chryseis's voluptuous upper body stretched the loose garment high, and behind her slender, tight waist, her full, rounded buttocks resembled a heart shape...

At this moment, as if deliberately trying to attract the night, the form-fitting clothes suddenly revealed her tight-fitting curves and cleavage.

A pair of slender, smooth, jade-like feet, plump and beautiful, with soft curves and delicate toes.

Her exposed Greek-style sandals revealed a few cute, delicate little toes that curled slightly in unease. As if noticing the night's gaze, Chrysei's body temperature rose even higher, and she shyly covered her slender yet fleshy calves.

However, this action is somewhat of a cover-up, which only serves to arouse a man's strong desire to conquer.

If it were a hero who would accept any offer from a village girl, he would definitely not be able to resist such a gem—he would agree immediately and then enjoy the gentle embrace without having to face any danger.

Even if you get the other person pregnant, you don't have to take responsibility.

It sounds tempting, but it is precisely because of this kind of atmosphere in Greece that many women have tragic lives. They only care about their own pleasure and do not take responsibility after they have finished, without caring about the pain and hardship of raising a child alone after the other party becomes pregnant.

Thinking about this, and even many other examples—it was Zeus, the king of the gods, who spearheaded these creations.

Night's desires subsided, and a trace of pity arose in her heart.

Although he never considered himself a hero, nor did he think he possessed any heroic qualities...—at this moment, facing this woman who was willing to sacrifice herself in order to change his mind and stop him from taking risks.

Too kind, or just foolish...?

No one is worth bowing down to, not even me...

You should be your own hero, Chrysei—"

When Night rejected her, Chrysace's face turned deathly pale. She lowered her head in embarrassment, feeling both a growing trust and admiration for Night's ability to resist temptation, and an indescribable sense of loss. She even began to doubt her own beauty.

Chrysei suddenly felt somewhat despicable...

When you finally muster the courage to do something, but are rejected, the immense shame can completely crush and kill you.

Fortunately-

What Ye said next quickly saved his last bit of face, preventing him from being completely humiliated and giving him a way out.

Chapter Eleven: The person Olympus has been waiting for for tens of thousands of years—that person is probably me.

"You want to keep me here by degrading yourself..."

But I cannot bear to see a free soul sacrifice himself for the sake of others' peace and security.

Chrysaeus—you may hold your head high and be ashamed; I am not rejecting you because you are not beautiful.

Quite the opposite——

You possess a beautiful soul, just like your beautiful physical appearance.

Such a pure soul should not be tainted by any filth.

I can openly admit that I was shamefully tempted when you spoke just now—

You possess a beauty more beautiful than the moon and stars in the sky; any hero would be captivated by you, and I am no exception.

But I can't stop yet.

Not just to save Brises—but also to end this pointless war!

Chrysei heard the words of the night—not because she was not beautiful, but because this pointless war had to end!

Having gained a deeper understanding of the magnanimity of the night, Chrysei felt a sincere admiration and a touch of worship in her heart.

She noticed that the other person compared her beauty to being more beautiful than the stars and the moon.

The stars and moon in Greece are anything but ordinary—

Each of the named stars represents a goddess, especially the goddess who represents the moon, who is also a relative of Apollo, the chief god she worships...

Artemis, the moon goddess!

What makes her worthy of being compared to the stars and the moon?