Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

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Without giving it any chance to explain, or even to ask further questions, a blow like a falling star suddenly pierced through the sea—BOOM!

The terrifying moonlight exploded, instantly engulfing everything on the sea surface. When the dust settled, a huge spiral vortex appeared where it had just been hit.

At this moment, the whirlpool had been completely stained red with the divine blood of the river god's daughters.

This domineering radiance caused the gods who were watching the commotion to glance at it and then quickly look away.

So it was Artemis who caused all this commotion!

That's okay...

As two chief gods who fought their way out through sheer strength and gained Zeus's approval and pacification, even the other gods among the twelve chief gods would not want to provoke these two menacing stars unless absolutely necessary.

After all, he was one of the two formidable individuals who faced Hera's various schemes and methods of pursuit from a young age, and ultimately managed to turn the tables and kill her.

The fact that she was able to maintain her precious chastity—her status as a virgin goddess—in the small world of Greece was not solely due to her obtaining Zeus's approval for eternal purity.

They needed to personally defend themselves with great strength, and even Hera, who had always disliked Zeus's other children, had to acknowledge Apollo and Artemis's identities.

Who dared to provoke such a powerful Artemis?

The night in the distance seemed to sense something, and he slightly raised his head to look at the other side of the horizon.

Meanwhile, around Ye were sailors who, having learned the truth, were cheering with unparalleled fervor and excitement.

When they learned that the Night Slayer had defeated a group of Sirens, it was a classic epic tale of a hero defeating a monster.

They were fortunate enough to participate in it personally.

The sailors were proud of this honor, even though the monster was killed entirely by the hero Griffiths and the rest had nothing to do with them, it did not diminish their sense of pride.

Isn't this just us, along with Lord Griffith, slaughtering everything in sight?!

Lord Griffiths is in charge of the rampage, and we're in charge of the cacophony.

While people were happy, Ye couldn't laugh at all.

He noticed that his attendant, Kress, was dead—

Not only Cres, but many sailors had been successfully lured and preyed upon by the Sirens, their throats crushed.

If the Sirens hadn't been relatively restrained and focused their main efforts on dealing with themselves, these sailors would have all died long ago.

"Aren't you... sad?" she asked that night.

The sailors' faces showed astonishment and confusion, as if they couldn't understand the meaning of the hero's words at all.

When they saw Night raising his fists to slaughter those beautiful and glamorous female demons, they were terrified and regarded him as a demon king.

But when they learn that those things are actually cannibalistic monsters, they can seamlessly switch to praising the night as a hero.

Those who glorify violence as a form of justice, even when they deny violence, do so through a biased lens.

Forgetting the deaths of their companions, the deceased became the heroes of the living, and those who lost their lives didn't even have the right to be mourned. Ye found this scene incomprehensible and felt a little heavy-hearted.

He had considered sending Kreis away, but he never expected that his loyal follower, who had faithfully carried out his orders, would die before he even set foot on the battlefield of Troy.

And then—that very night, when they spoke directly by name—our companion died on this unknown island.

When someone finally understood what Night meant, they began to comfort Night, saying that if those people knew they had died on the road to defeating the Siren, they would surely be extremely gratified and feel that their deaths were worthwhile.

You are the hero who vanquished the Sirens—

There is no need to grieve for the passing of such lowly lives as ours.

People expressed their gratitude for the night's mercy.

Although for Night, he didn't think a little pity was anything to be grateful for.

But in fact, the sailors were very grateful to them.

He didn't know when it started, but as a hero—even showing a little bit of humanity—was considered merciful.

A passerby saw a beggar on the verge of freezing to death by the roadside and gave him some alms. Only the beggar himself remembered this kindness.

Yet a hero can do nothing but utter a few words of concern and be praised by countless people.

But even at this point, the sailors' actions only made Ye feel like he had a lump in his throat that he couldn't exhale.

What happened next was completely unacceptable to him.

The sailors expressed their regret—

Unfortunately, the victory, which was meant to be a symbol of the hero's honor, did not result in the capture of many live Sirens as spoils of war.

Although the sirens were terrifying, they were also extremely beautiful women after losing their prized songs and being bound.

As the daughters of the river god, inheriting the superior genes of divine blood, the Sirens should have been as noble and beautiful as the nymphs of the ocean—leaving aside the fact that they could eat people—

She is very beautiful! She is someone that ordinary people can never reach in their entire lives.

If the hero had taken the lead in enjoying the spoils, they might have had a chance to get a share. However, Lord Griffith did not leave any prisoners; instead, he killed them all.

This was quite a pity for the sailors.

night:……!

He sighed, feeling that the men of this era were beyond saving.

He retracted his earlier statement, realizing that there were indeed people who would be attracted to such a cannibalistic monster.

However, it was the sailors' words that made Ye completely give up the idea of ​​traveling with them.

As expected—they were not on the same path.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Apollo: Oh! My turn... Moon Goddess: It's my turn!

However, Ye had no intention of correcting these people's thinking.

Or rather—for most people in this era, the way of wantonly disposing of spoils and venting their desires is the most normal.

This trait was even perfectly inherited by Rome.

He ignored the sailors' regretful sighs, took out his magical harp, closed his eyes slightly, and began to play.

As the melodious, sorrowful tune rises, it is a farewell to the dead.

The sailors' voices gradually quieted down.

Music is the most infectious thing.

Although Ye didn't say anything at this moment, the sailors seemed to understand Ye's feelings to some extent.

Infected by that sorrowful melody, I was momentarily lost in thought—

They felt a slight tightness in their chests, as if they had done something wrong, and some fell silent.

Once the facade of glory was shattered, the people, their initial excitement fading, finally began to grieve for the deaths of their companions, drawn by the music.

At this moment, someone suddenly felt a pang of regret—

They even felt regret and impulse towards the monster that had torn apart the throats of their companions.

Instead of doing that, they should have been seeking revenge for the dead!

Later--

Everyone spontaneously joined in the mourning for the deceased.

As the music ends—

The final mourning ended with a tribute to their comrades, whose blood had been completely absorbed into the Sirens' blood.

Night led the sailors to collect the ship's shattered structure, not aiming for complete repair, but rather to build a new ship capable of leaving the area.

Fortunately, some of these sailors actually knew how to build ships.

Telephus had truly prepared a full complement of talent for the night.

With an experienced veteran in charge, the group quickly got to work.

When the night requires trimming planks or new wood, the harp's power is activated by plucking the strings, releasing a sonic attack to speed up the process.

When Ye first acquired his musical talent, he had thought about researching how to use the harp for attacks. He had already made some progress in recent days. Although he hadn't yet put it into battle, it was still quite easy to use it to chop down trees.

People were amazed by this strange power, that even a harp could be used as a weapon!

Faced with people's exclamations and even their eager gazes asking how he managed to do it, Ye simply stated that it was not some special attack technique, but just ordinary musical performance; he was merely doing what a musician should do.

If your musical skills reach a certain level someday, you can also do this.

Sailors: '……………………'

What the hell is this musician doing?! You call this something an ordinary musician could do?

A musician who can smash a siren's head in with his bare hands, huh?! Amazing!

They felt the night was in Versailles, and had ample evidence of it, yet they didn't know how to describe this overwhelming urge to say something.

Finally, with the help of the 'musician' Night, the originally massive project was reduced by at least nine-tenths...

The remaining trivial tasks were perfectly adequate for the sailors to handle themselves.

So, after a short time, a small boat was finally built that could barely carry everyone, but new problems arose.

The ship lost its direction due to a previous storm at sea.

In addition, they had experienced the Siren attack, and lost all the tools they used to locate themselves.

They have lost their sense of direction and have no idea which way to go to Troy.

This also gave Ye a headache...

I finally managed to get the tickets, but then I got lost on the way! How could that be?!

On the vast ocean, apart from this isolated island beneath your feet, everything looks the same. If you find the right direction, all is well, but if you find the wrong direction, you might not only be unable to return to the coast of Mysia, but you could also end up in Greece or the Mediterranean.

However, when he looked up at the horizon that night and noticed the sun on the horizon, he suddenly had an idea.

"Everyone, it's not time to despair yet. Look up at the sky and see what's there?" Ye remembered that they could still determine their approximate location by the position of the sun.

He had a very clear record of his biological clock, and by comparing the position of the sun on the horizon when he went to Troy with the current position of the sun, he could determine the approximate location of Troy and continue on his way, if not pinpoint the exact route.

Thinking about this, I breathed a sigh of relief.

At least I won't be stuck on a deserted island with a bunch of sailors whose minds are always filled with those kinds of things, who wouldn't even spare the Sirens.