Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

He was brutal, lewd, domineering, and intensely self-centered. For the sake of a woman, he was even willing to turn against his strongest general.

To make someone like that give up the spoils they've already acquired—

Unless Ajax the Great can offer something more tempting to Agamemnon.

But does he have it?

For a moment, I was subjected to a soul-searching question that I had never thought about before, or rather, dared not think about.

This caused Ajax the Great to struggle internally, and at the same time, he felt guilty towards the Night.

The other person cares about him so much, yet he's still deceiving himself. He should treat them with sincerity.

Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness have been a dilemma—as a hero and king of Greece, he needs to obey the orders of his suzerain state to fight, but the targets of his battles are his own mother's relatives.

If it were just the destruction of Troy, that would be one thing, but if Agamemnon really wanted to wipe them out completely—!

Finally, Ajax the Great took a deep breath and suddenly said firmly, "Then I will raise my weapons and shield to defend my loved ones."

I will ask the King to forgive their sins.

"At least spare their lives. If the king disagrees, then use your shields to protect them as they flee this land."

For Ajax the Great to speak so frankly was clearly considered treasonous within the Greek army.

This is completely disregarding one's own family.

Ye sighed inwardly—wasn't Ajax the Great afraid that he would turn around and tell on him?

Such a clear understanding of one's true self, though foolish, is indeed admirable in its determination.

“From the moment you opened your mouth like that, your fate was basically sealed, Ajax the Great.”

I seem to see the distant future. I have a story, would you like to hear it, Ajax the Great?

Before Ajax the Great could respond, Night began to speak on his own.

He took out his harp and gently plucked the strings, beginning to play, but controlling the sound to only echo within the room and not carry out.

Then——

An epic tale of a hero named Ajax the Great is told from his mouth.

A hero with the courage of the Aegis and the eagle, he is the son of Telamon and Erisper, the cousin of the great hero Achilles, and a fierce general on the Greek battlefield.

He and his brother Teucer fought together against Hector's attack.

His shield was impenetrable even to Hector's spear, and with the help of Teochew's bow and arrow, they almost defeated Hector, Achilles's formidable enemy and Troy's strongest hero.

During the funeral and competition for Patcross.

He competed in wrestling and martial arts with Odysseus and Diomedes, and the two were evenly matched.

This made everyone realize that he was not only incredibly strong defensively, but also a truly powerful warrior.

……

When he sang this part of the song that night, Ajax the Great was already deeply shaken and horrified.

He knew that the night was singing its own story, but many of the things in it had not happened yet, and the night's song seemed to be gradually weaving illusions and creating vivid images.

It felt so real, as if it were something that was about to happen in the future.

future?!

What a chilling conjecture.

Then he heard something, and when he heard that he and his brother Tocros had repelled Hector with a shield and a bow, he didn't think much of it.

But when he heard about how he had competed against Odysseus, Diomedes, and others at Patroclus's funeral.

The ancient Greeks had a custom of holding athletic performances at the tombs of heroes after their deaths as a way of sending them off.

As for the name Patcross, Ajax the Great seemed to have some recollection of it. Patcross wasn't a particularly powerful hero, but he was on very good terms with Achilles, which was why Ajax remembered him somewhat.

That man and Achilles were childhood sweethearts, having studied under Chiron together. In mythology, their relationship was so close that rumors circulated that they were lovers. (Yes, the man was Achilles' childhood sweetheart.)

"Patcross"...—Dead?!

Knowing how close Achilles was to this friend, a friend who was many times closer than his so-called cousin, what if he really died in the future?

Ajax the Great could almost imagine how mad Achilles would become.

Even if Brices could not compare to their friendship of many years, if the other were to die, Achilles would surely fight desperately for revenge.

But the song of the night has not yet ended—

Gradually, amidst the songs of the night, Achilles also died, a result that Ajax the Great found unbelievable.

How could a man with an invincible, immortal body possibly die on the battlefield?!

In the story, after Ajax's death, "himself" retrieved Achilles' body for him. However, when competing with Odysseus for Achilles's relics—the armor—most of the heroes chose to support the clever and sociable Odysseus, ignoring Ajax's main contribution.

He gave Achilles's legacy to Odysseus, a complete outsider who had no relation to Achilles.

Feeling humiliated and filled with grief, Ajax the Great sought to duel Odysseus to prove his strength, but was tricked and blinded by the goddess, mistaking the sheep for his enemies and engaging in a bloody battle.

Upon regaining his senses, this proud hero could not bear the humiliation of being mocked. Feeling he had lost face in front of other heroes and had no right to face others, he chose to end his life by slitting his own throat.

The song ends here.

Because she didn't want a certain goddess to pay special attention to this place, Ye didn't sing out the true name of the goddess who had tricked Ajax the Great.

Although that goddess had started paying attention to Ye a few days ago because of a battle.

When the song ends—

Silence, deathly silence, a terrifying atmosphere.

Ajax the Great seemed completely absorbed in the story he had just heard.

Immersed in that world woven from music, it felt as if I had truly entered another world.

Leaving aside some of the flaws, such as how someone as powerful as Achilles could possibly die on the battlefield.

If everything that happened in that world were real, and if it were my own personality, how would I react to those situations? I subconsciously pondered this.

Ajax the Great was suddenly horrified to discover that he had hit the bullseye!

Chapter 57 Ajax the Great: I must act immediately to prevent all the tragedy from happening!

So, is this the future?

He anxiously asked Ye directly.

Night's answer, however, was very vague: "Predict the future?"

As a mere mortal, I could never do something so outrageous.

I'm just making a rough guess about your fate based on your personality.

This is just a random little story I created; don't take it too seriously, Ajax.

Although that's what Ye said, those deep, star-like eyes gave Ajax a sense of unfathomable depth, along with an overly real and déjà vu feeling, and an intuition that had struck him like a thunderbolt since he first heard the story, leaving him with a vague sense of unease.

All of this made it impossible for Ajax the Great to remain calm.

"Speculation"?

How could such astonishing predictions about the future be made based solely on speculation about his personality?

Moreover, how did Patroclus die in the story, and even the invincible, immortal Achilles died!

Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!

Such an absurd future is probably just the other party's imagination.

But a strange, absurd fear lurked within Ajax the Great, giving him a strong intuition that those things might actually happen.

Is this really not a prophecy?

This tough guy, who could withstand Hector's spear without flinching and withstand a single blow with his shield, was now pale with fear, his heart shattered by the terrifying and dark future.

If that's true, it's absolutely horrifying.

If that's fake, then what is this overwhelming sense of reality and the palpitating intuition...?

He couldn't contain his fear at all.

When Ajax the Great voiced his doubts, he first asked about the cause of Patroclus's death.

Since Ye said it was speculation, then let it be speculation.

So how did you deduce that Pat Cross would die?

I originally thought the other person wouldn't answer me.

In the age of gods in Greece, there were quite a few who could predict the future. Sages like Prometheus and the three Fates could briefly glimpse the general direction of the future, but not clearly.

The prophecy that Zeus's sons would inevitably kill their fathers, thus completing the succession of god-kings, also applies.

But none of them pinpointed a specific identity.

Even these gods couldn't make accurate predictions, and Ajax the Great hadn't held out much hope for Night's next answer.

However, Night replied to him, "He died in place of Achilles."

"What?! What...what does this mean?" Ajax the Great was bewildered.

Night: "Let me ask you another question. If you were Achilles, and after what happened today, Agamemnon and many other heroes were forcing you to hand over your armor and weapons, would you be willing?"

Ajax the Great frowned: "Of course not."

He finally realized the problem and then felt relieved—while they were arguing back and forth at the meeting, Achilles, the original owner, hadn't even spoken yet.

Given his current strained relationship with Agamemnon, if anyone asked for his armor in exchange for help, Achilles would be lucky not to turn around and chop that person to pieces. The thought sent a chill down Ajax's spine.

Thankfully, I didn't get involved any further...

Otherwise, even if they obtained Achilles' equipment, they would inevitably incur the hatred of the demigod Achilles.

Night: "But Achilles will eventually lend out this armor."

But he can choose which hero to borrow. If he had to choose one from all the heroes, who do you think Achilles would choose?

"Gulp..." Ajax the Great swallowed hard, and at that moment he was startled, he already knew the answer.

The midday sun shone through the window into the room, which should have been incredibly warm, but Ajax the Great, standing in the sunlight, felt a chill creep up his spine.