Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Zeus frowned slightly—although, like Agamemnon, he also thought it was probably some unknown minor hero, not worth paying attention to.

However, Zeus, the king of the gods, still decided to investigate Griffith's information.

He summoned his son Hermes, the messenger of Olympus, and sent him to the shores of Mysia, where Griffith first appeared, to gather information about the hero.

With the Hermes Boots, Hermes, who could travel to any place in Greece with a thought, quickly flew to the coast of Mysia.

Hermes originally wanted to trace the origins of Griffiths and use his divine power to find the source of his birth, which was his hometown.

However, Apollo, the sun god, and Artemis, the moon goddess, had long ago each placed a shield around the night, using their divine power to prevent other gods from exploring the night through their divine abilities.

This resulted in Hermes completely losing his useful power and means, and he could only gather intelligence through the most ordinary means, namely, by personally questioning and listening.

Hermes was not annoyed by this.

After all, Greece is such a small place, and almost every hero is related to a god. It is estimated that Griffith must have some background.

So Hermes simply disguised himself as a mortal and began to search for stories about Griffith.

Soon—the outlandish stories Night had fabricated, such as those about Kratos Lista and the things Griffith Lista had done on this land, were gradually collected by him; but that's another story.

And what about the night at this time...?

He was sailing on the high seas with the crew that Telephus had given him.

However, unlike the calm he experienced a few days earlier when he traveled from Troy to Greece.

A crew member reminded the hero that a storm was imminent and advised him to go inside the cabin to take shelter from the rain.

Ye looked up at the dark, overcast sky, where thunder could be seen flashing and rumbling in the distance, and frowned.

If it's normal at sea, it's fine; no matter what strange weather occurs, the night is not unusual.

But this is a world inhabited by gods, and many shipwrecks are even related to them. This makes one worry at night: which god has secretly intervened this time?

Does this mean he's not allowed to return safely?!

Chapter Twenty-Three: Using the freest voice to guide the storm, and after the storm comes the banshee?

Rumble! Rumble! Rushed by the waves, the ship sailed straight into the dark clouds.

It was as if a ferocious beast, which had been waiting for its prey to enter, had opened its eyes and bared its fangs.

Suddenly—thunder roared across the sky, and heavy rain began to pour down.

Standing at the entrance between the deck and the cabin, gazing out into the night, I sensed the unusual nature of this storm.

Rumble! ...

Amidst the thunderous roar that seemed poised to shatter the world, the crew members cried out in alarm.

Even the luxurious ship that Telefose had prepared for him began to rock violently in the fierce storm.

The sailors turned pale with fear, as if they had suddenly seen something terrifying.

They had never seen such a terrifying storm at sea.

In the storm, someone tried to steer but was blown away and fell into the sea, screaming in agony. The others rushed to rescue him, and chaos ensued.

The ship lost its way in the gale, and many people who knew how to sail tried to steer it back on track, but they all failed, as if some invisible force was controlling them and preventing them from getting close to the rudder.

The rudder spun wildly, and the ship, rocking in the wind and rain, was now caught in a dilemma, unable to move forward or backward.

Finally—Ye couldn't sit still any longer.

He knew that if he didn't do something, everyone might perish here, or perhaps if he openly expressed his desire to return, the storm would stop.

If this really is some kind of deity stopping him from moving forward.

Night fell on the deck, and we were bathed in the torrential rain.

The crew shouted for their esteemed hero to return immediately. Despite facing such a crisis, they still maintained some professional ethics, but they understood that this was beyond human control; it was the work of God in the shadows...

Only divine power can counter divine power.

He took out his magical harp and walked firmly to the bow of the ship. As countless crew members struggled to open their eyes, which were wet with wind and rain, they witnessed a scene that resembled a world-famous painting.

His silver hair fluttered in the wind and rain, and he closed his eyes slightly, looking up at the sky. His tall figure seemed to be bathed in moonlight, exuding a sense of holiness.

The next moment, the night plucked the strings, playing the freest of sounds.

If it were any other hero, even someone as skilled in musical instruments as Orpheus, they would probably choose to use music to soothe these storms.

It is clear that the power of the divine artifact alone is unlikely to calm such a great storm.

Night has no choice but to find another way. If you're facing a storm, then fight the storm with the storm, try to guide the wind, and disrupt it to your own advantage!

When the song, filled with unwavering determination and free will, resounded loudly beneath the dark clouds, it was as resolute as a bird's desire to pierce through the layers of clouds and reach the clear blue sky.

"Music—it's the freest thing," Ye murmured, then poured all her energy into playing the piano.

Suddenly, a tremor like a towering mountain, a tsunami, an erupting volcano, or the earth's veins tearing apart began to resound, and a piece of music that blended perfectly with the raging wind and rain continued to play.

In the storm, the ship seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand, swaying with difficulty, yet moving steadily in one direction.

Follow your heart's voice—

Night didn't care where the wind was taking them, but this was the breach in the storm, so they decided to get out first.

finally--

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the storm disappeared, and the sun's rays reappeared on the horizon, shining warmly and gently on the deck.

At this moment, all the crew members were still stunned, vaguely recalling the thrilling adventure they had just experienced.

"It's all alright now... Let's see if we can determine our current location at sea and get our course back on track." That night, as he spoke, excited cheers erupted from the ship.

They chanted Griffith's name and kept praising him—he was absolutely amazing!

Is it possible to accomplish something like this using the power of music?

And in the distance—

The gods who witnessed all of this were also somewhat surprised.

It's neither conforming to fate nor defying fate, but rather—taking control of one's own destiny?

Griffiths—what kind of man was he, really?

When faced with the trials of fate, he chose a path that was completely different from that of the heroes of this era.

Almost all those who defied fate in the past are dead.

Only those who submitted to their fate mostly survived.

A small minority first submit to fate and then break free from it.

Even someone as powerful as Hercules had to submit to the trials of becoming a god, being driven by his incompetent brother to do one dangerous thing after another to get through the early stages of development.

But what just happened left even the gods who were watching the situation speechless.

The man controlled the storm with music, turning the unpredictable natural disasters into a driving force for the ship's progress.

How arrogant and audacious!

but--

In the heavens, Artemis, as the goddess of the hunt, was quite satisfied with Ye's performance, and even felt somewhat surprised.

Looking at it from another angle—isn't the other side essentially hunting down the thunder and storms of nature?

Even she had never tried this novel hunting method.

Originally, the storm was Artemis's test of Night, to see Night's strength, but it wasn't as malicious as the time when Agamemnon brought his army.

But the ships at night were clearly no match for Agamemnon's vast fleet at that time.

Compared to Agamemnon, who was ultimately forced to offer up his daughter, his performance at night was far more impressive.

If this were an exam, Agamemnon wouldn't even have passed; he merely quelled the goddess's anger and cancelled the trial.

Then the night is perfect.

And this is still a perfect score when the maximum score is only 100. Others get a perfect score because their limit is only 100. If the maximum score is 120 or 150, Ye will still consider it a perfect score in his mind.

Now that the other party has passed my test, he deserves a reward. It's time to use this as an excuse to meet this hero whom my brother has chosen.

however--

Before Artemis could even take action.

A completely new situation suddenly arose at sea below.

A beautiful song suddenly rose from the sea, but this time it was not a night performance; instead, it was a series of melodious and beautiful female voices sung by a pure vocalist.

Artemis's expression changed.

It is a sea siren.

This creature should absolutely not be found on the shores of Troy.

Have other gods made their move?!

A sharp glint flashed in Artemis's eyes.

How dare you!

To actually attack a hero who passed her trials as Artemis shows a complete disregard for her as the goddess of the hunt.

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Fairy's Water Park, Chryseis Playing? Imposter

The beautiful and alluring voice is like a young girl gently exhaling her hot breath in your ear.

The moment they heard that song, everyone on the ship felt their blood boil, and all sorts of decadent thoughts flooded their minds.

Then, at night, he discovered that the scene before him had changed—the world seemed to have undergone a transformation.

Starting from the distant horizon, the ocean begins to disappear, and then a beautiful garden appears before your eyes.

That night, looking towards the center of the garden, several familiar figures came into view.

What?! They actually use this to test cadres?!

At this moment, in the very center of the garden, several girls were playing in a pond, their clothes all laid out on the land beside them.

Water droplets clung to the blonde girl's damp hair and clung to her fair collarbone, her bright red eyes fixed on them...

Seemingly with a hint of anticipation, she generously displayed her figure and made no attempt to extend an invitation.