Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Although we don't know exactly what happened, it's good that we're certain the mother dragon wasn't killed. We'll figure out how to find her later.

And now-

Ah~!!!

The siren in Night's arms let out a piercing scream, and her beautiful song instantly turned into a deadly sound wave.

Ye's eardrums were almost shattered and bleeding—

The steel-like indestructible body came into play at this moment, even protecting those vulnerable areas.

However, her hearing was still unpleasant. In fact, now that she could play music and understand its beauty, her face looked disgusting and ugly, as if she had been suddenly fed a lump of feces.

He took back what he said earlier; this lousy sound was worse than the hum of a steam engine in the industrial age.

"It sounds awful! You ugly freak!!" Night roared.

The siren tightened her grip, surprised that Ye had survived the attack, but she still had a chance at such close range—if she could just pull out his heart!

Even heroes are just mortals; they will die if they lose their hearts.

But—creak! A harsh, unpleasant sound, like fingernails scraping against glass, rang out. No matter how hard the siren tried, her fingernails almost flying off, she still couldn't leave even a single white mark on Ye's body.

Thump! Suddenly, Ye took the initiative to hug the siren in front of him with one arm and squeezed it hard.

Crack! Snap! A mournful sound of breaking ribs echoed from the Siren's body, followed by the shattering of its internal organs. Blood clots suddenly shot from its mouth, and its bloodshot eyes stared intently at the night.

At the same time, she heard words that sent chills down her spine.

"Who do you think is actively approaching whom?"

"How can I possibly kill you all while enduring your awful voices if I don't let you lower your guard and enter my attack range!"

Night's cold, cruel words exploded in the siren's ears like a comet hitting the earth, instantly filling her with terror.

I immediately grasped the chilling meaning behind it.

Is it because they were too far away and there was noise interference that this man wasn't confident he could win them over, so he pretended to be seduced and walked towards them step by step?

They had just actively approached this Grim Reaper who was resolutely marching towards them step by step with immense perseverance and a determination to kill.

A powerful will to survive made the siren want to roar, but her throat and chest were constricted, preventing her from making a sound. She could only feel her skin tearing apart inch by inch under the intense pressure—the sight of blood spurting everywhere seemed to be a terrified roar: No!!!

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Offended the Gods, and Still Wants to Leave?

While the sirens thought they had finally seduced a hero and were feeling contemptuous and smug, they secretly thought that, after all, a hero was just a man.

When they lose the means to resist the song, they are ultimately powerless to resist its allure.

However, just as heroes always find a way to escape from these banshees.

This time, the hero not only ignored the banshees' proud song once again, but also illuminated the death star above their heads amidst their despairing gazes!

Recalling those incredibly slow yet determined steps they had taken earlier now sent shivers down the spines of the banshees.

That face, though incredibly handsome, so beautiful that even the demons were initially reluctant to kill him and the gods were captivated by it, always wore an expressionless, cold demeanor that they had subconsciously ignored before.

That was clearly the gaze of Death, who couldn't wait to crush their heads.

This is no harmless, beautiful young man; he is clearly a savage goblin butcher, even more brutal than Hercules.

At least Hercules knew how to be gentle with women, but at this moment, that rough arm was like a steel bar, threatening to strangle him to death.

Ah, ah, ahhhhh...

The sirens exhaled terrified, hoarse monosyllables.

She tried desperately to break free from Ye, but no matter how much he attacked her, she couldn't damage his skin even a little bit with scratching, grabbing, or biting. At most, she could only tear his shirt to reveal his strong, muscular body and skin, which looked like steel.

Then, Night raised his fist high, transforming it into the Sword of Damocles, which descended from above the Sirens' heads in judgment.

Boom~! ! !

Like a mini-earthquake, a muffled, loud bang was followed by a burst of bright red and white debris that flew everywhere in the sky.

Then the sea stirred up small waves.

Suddenly——

The body that had been struggling in her arms quieted down.

If the Night knew the Banshee's last thoughts before her death, he would surely laugh derisively.

No matter how much pity and tenderness one shows to a woman, a man-eating succubus is still a succubus, and can never return to being the noble, beautiful river god's daughter who dared to rival the Muses.

Even Hercules himself would never have any interest in such a filthy cannibalistic monster.

How could a human possibly be attracted to a group of beasts, or develop feelings for a monster?

Meanwhile, on the other side, all the daughters of the river god Aechoes screamed in terror.

The scene before them seemed to remind them of the fear they felt when the Muses cruelly tore off their wings.

That feeling of terror when someone else has your fate in their grasp.

As the Sirens panicked, the sailors who were swimming underwater gradually regained consciousness.

But their eyes were still somewhat blank—they didn't know what had happened.

The sirens tried to scatter and escape.

But without the suppression of the songs, the night is like a tiger unleashed from its cage, suddenly revealing its ferocious fangs.

He casually tossed aside the half-dead banshee he was holding, and then, before the eyes of the still-sluggish sailors, a terrifying hand-to-hand combat scene suddenly unfolded.

What was once seen as an incredibly elegant and handsome young nobleman, Lord Griffith, now swooped down on the banshees like a fierce eagle.

Having no decent weapon, he simply punched the banshees directly in the spines.

A siren tried to escape, but was brutally grabbed by the night and had its spine pulled out from its back.

It was as if a steel hand had pierced through tofu, easily tearing the Sirens' flesh and blood apart. At this moment, 'Lord Griffith' was fighting with an incredibly wild and ferocious stance.

Bathed in copious amounts of blood, his silver hair fluttered wildly in the wind, and beneath his azure, star-like eyes lay an eerie, blood-stained surface.

Like the gaze of an ancient apex predator—

The sailors were terrified, trembling all over, fearing that Ye would kill them all if he got his fill of killing.

At this moment, Night threw the spine in her hand and smashed the legs of a siren swimming away into the distance, then twisted and tied it into a knot. Then, amidst the screams of the two siren, she grabbed the lower leg of one of the siren and smashed it down on the other siren like a ham stick.

Bang~! !

Soon, faced with the brutal night, the Sirens scattered and fled into the distance, none daring to linger in battle.

They're scared!

Even after escaping to a safe attack distance, the sirens did not turn back, as if a raging flood or ferocious beast was chasing them. Any hesitation, however slight, would cost them their lives.

that's it--

Several sirens actually managed to escape.

Night did not give chase. Although he possessed incredible speed, that was on land. Without a blessing like walking on water, even Night could not run freely on the sea.

How could he possibly catch up with the daughters of the river god who lived on the shore every day disguised as mermaids by swimming?

Wait until the last enemy in front of you is dealt with.

Night looked at the coastline beside the island, which had been dyed red.

With no other Sirens in sight, Night abandoned his pursuit.

At this moment, apart from his pants which were still barely intact, his upper body was bare, revealing incredibly well-defined muscles, and his long hair, which had been tied up, was now loose and flowing down his shoulders again.

At this moment, compared to his previous image as a musician, he now resembles a hero more—no, a demon king!

After a mental struggle and battle, Ye casually sat down on a rock and began to recover.

But at this moment, with his hair slightly disheveled and floating in the sea breeze, and bloodstains on his face and body, his aloof and ascetic appearance truly resembled that of an ancient tyrant resurrected.

After killing all life, he regarded everything as mayflies without any emotion or mercy, never letting anything affect his mood, and continued to reign on the throne he had built with his own corpses.

...Gulp, someone swallowed first.

Then everyone looked at Ye with a somewhat horrified expression.

Meanwhile on the other side.

The moon goddess quietly departed, and Artemis was very satisfied with the unexpected and amazing result.

At the same time, unlike those naive mortals who have never seen the world, they are not afraid of the brutal power of the night.

Although her fighting style is somewhat brutal, she is the goddess of the hunt—not some kind of war goddess.

Battles don't need to be flashy, as long as they are efficient.

The essence of hunting is to kill with a single blow.

Now that the crisis on Ye's side has been resolved, it's time for her side to take over.

Although it is unknown which deity was behind it, these Sirens have no chance of escaping once they have offended Artemis.

Artemis looked into the distance, in the direction where the escaped Sirens were now gathering again.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The few of us plus Lord Griffith were basically—a chaotic massacre!

When the sirens looked back and saw that the Grim Reaper hadn't caught up, the girls all breathed a sigh of relief and their eyes showed lingering fear.

Even Odysseus and Orpheus never inflicted such severe casualties on them.

As death approached, they realized that they were just as vulnerable and helpless as the mortals who had been hunted, and that they could not even muster the thought of avenging their sisters.

Just recalling the brutal sight of Ye tearing a sister's spine with his bare hands, which they had inadvertently witnessed before leaving, terrified the sirens.

They could hardly imagine how much pain that must have been.

At this moment, they greedily breathed in the fresh air, grateful to have survived. As they looked at each other, smiles of relief appeared on their faces.

The next moment, boom! !

Suddenly, dark clouds gathered on the horizon, followed by thunder and a storm. Then, an incredibly sacred figure, bathed in moonlight, descended from the dispersing clouds.

The moment that supreme and incomparably noble posture and powerful divine aura approached.

The Sirens, possessing divine bloodlines, could sense the terrifying power of the newcomer; that abundant and frightening divine power indicated a powerful being at the level of a chief god.

Then, when they trembled and raised their heads, they were met with the cold gaze of the goddess of the hunt, who was slowly drawing back her bowstring.