Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Although the tunes are different, the moment that exquisite performance begins...

Achilles tasted a familiar feeling and immediately realized that this was the performer of the music that had previously redeemed his heart.

A song that gave me hope during my most confused time—thinking of this—

Achilles calmed down and felt very grateful and fond of the person who had played the song. This made him decide to listen to what the other person wanted to say, perhaps it really was just a misunderstanding.

He can accept it as long as the other party can explain it properly and the reason is not too outrageous.

But unexpectedly, on this night when he had such a big reputation, he began to sing—

Just as Ajax the Great sang back then, the night sang out that sorrowful prediction, and Achilles finally understood why Ajax the Great did not want Patroclus to wear his armor.

same--

Although Night indicated it was speculation, Achilles felt it was like a prophecy.

When he heard that Pat Cross would die, he felt as if he were actually seeing that tragic afterlife scene in the world of music.

Overwhelmed with grief, he wept aloud, wielding his divine spear and forcing the heroes to perform and compete before his friend, bidding Patcross a final farewell.

He saw Ajax the Great, Odysseus, Diomedes, and others walking on foot.

Then I saw myself step onto the battlefield, and finally die... on the battlefield!

When the image of Achilles' death (heel) flashes by, because the night does not describe the specific cause of death, Achilles cannot see clearly how he died.

But that moment of intense fear still gripped Achilles' mind, sending chills down his spine.

This reminded Achilles of another prophecy he carried.

He knew that even before he set foot on the Greek battlefield.

Thetis, the mother, learned from the Fates that she was destined to die in battle. So, from a young age, she burned away her mortal parts with heavenly fire, restored herself with divine anointing, and then soaked her body in the River Styx to make herself invulnerable to weapons and gods.

All of this was to protect themselves and avoid their inevitable fate of death.

When heroes like Odysseus came looking for him to join the Trojan War, his parents even made him disguise himself as a woman to avoid being drafted, so that he could avoid the fate of dying on the battlefield.

But Achilles, who knew his fate, was still drawn to the heroes' heroic figures in battle and revealed his weakness. He knew that deep down he longed to step onto the battlefield. He didn't care whether he would die or not. He regarded bravery as the highest honor and cowards as "the most worthless superfluous things in the world".

but……!

but--?

So—am I really going to die after all?

He died after stepping onto the battlefield once again.

At this moment, Achilles seemed to have fully understood his fate, his end, and where the end of his life lay.

He didn't ask Ye why he died. How could he, who was supposed to be invulnerable to weapons, possibly die?

Instead, he accepted it calmly—though his face was still somewhat pale.

Especially when he thought about how his friend would die before him.

Achilles: "I was wrong, Patrarch."

I gave you armor, but it only hurt you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that..."

At this moment, Pat Cross was extremely anxious—

Although he was equally terrified by the horrific scene in Ye's song, the thought of losing the armor and soldiers he had just acquired filled him with dread.

Patcross felt a surge of resentment.

He was extremely reluctant to take off his armor.

On one hand, he feared the prophecy of a dead future; on the other hand, he was somewhat blinded by ambition, even the sage Nestor said that no one else could replace him—

Perhaps he truly is a hero ordained by heaven, a man destined to save Greece and turn the tide.

How could someone like me possibly die on the battlefield?

Patroclus's joy vanished, and he said irritably, "Achilles—Achilles the swift, my best friend!"

You have promised to entrust me with the armor and the Milmidon people, to lead them to reverse the disadvantage on the battlefield, and to save all our brethren who need saving.

You are the son of the hero Peleus and the sea nymph Thetis; you cannot break your promise and forget your vow, Achilles!

Seeing Patroclus still unaware of his own abilities, Achilles opened his mouth, unsure how to offer any advice.

And that's the most worrying scenario.

Of course, it's not too late for Achilles to realize this now.

Fortunately, the song of the night brought him to his senses—if Ajax the Great were to try to explain it, even ten mouths wouldn't be enough, and he might even get a beating from Achilles.

at the same time--

Although he didn't know why Achilles had believed him so easily.

Ye was somewhat surprised—but he had exceeded his expectations.

Once a seed is planted in Achilles' heart, he can continue with his persuasion plan.

Before that——

“Achilles…can I speak with you alone? I have a way to persuade Patcross,” Night asked.

Achilles hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded in agreement.

He and the night went to the other side alone.

Patrick Cross had a cold expression on his face—'Convince yourself?'

Patcross also heard Night's words, and he made up his mind that no matter what, he would grit his teeth and grab the armor first.

Regardless of whether or not I should wear this armor on the battlefield, but—

He must obtain Achilles' armor and troops.

He had only enjoyed the joy of having everything for less than a second when he was about to be brought back to reality and end up with nothing.

How could Pat Cross accept this kind of thing, this huge sense of loss?

On the other side, Ajax the Great didn't think much of it, but he desperately hoped that Night could persuade Achilles to stop Patroclus.

He was standing guard there, keeping a close watch on Patcross, preventing him from escaping in his armor.

This posture, which resembled that of a prison guard, further enraged Patcross!

at the same time--

On the other side, here with Night and Achilles.

Achilles asked impatiently, "What's your plan? I can't just watch Patroclus go to his death."

But I promised him I would lend him the armor and the troops.

If I break my promise—my heroic name and my parents' honor will be disgraced.

He looked troubled, hoping that Ye could give him a solution that would satisfy both sides.

And the next moment——

Night suddenly uttered a startling statement, saying something that made Achilles tense and shudder: "It's been a long time, Achilles..."

Has the wound from that gunshot healed?

What was previously just a vague, familiar guess suddenly became reality.

At that moment, the face of the hero Griffith before them instantly overlapped with that of another face.

Achilles exclaimed in surprise, "You—it's you...?"

Chapter Sixty-One: A spectacular death or a long, unnoticed life? He chose neither.

Instinctively, Achilles assumed a wary and fighting stance.

But since he had already hinted at his identity to the other party—

Night was naturally prepared to completely defeat Achilles.

The time is ripe!

Success or failure depends on this.

Every game carries risk, but Night, with its ability to recover, can withstand that risk, given the current freezing point in the relationship between Achilles and Agamemnon.

He felt he could take a gamble.

They persuaded Achilles to join their side.

Night: "Let's get to know each other again, hero Achilles—"

I am Griffith Lista, a servant of the moon goddess.

And also—the person you guessed.

Boom! He admitted it... Achilles' mind went blank, buzzing.

Meanwhile, Ye had already used the harp artifact to set up a soundproof barrier, which was also a way of playing with music.

Although he wasn't sure if this thing could prevent the gods from eavesdropping, he had done all he could.

Night: "Don't rush to make a move—demigod."

Before I take action, I'd like to ask you, what is your stance in standing before me right now?

Was it the great Greek hero Achilles, or a prince living in seclusion, or perhaps—

After a slight pause, Ye smiled and said, "A lackey who plunders wealth for Agamemnon?"

Achilles: "!!!"

Achilles felt that his honor and dignity had been severely damaged.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly became furious, laughing in exasperation, "You really dare to say that? I let you off the hook last time."

Now that Hector is gone, you don't really think you're my match anymore, do you?

If you cannot provide a satisfactory explanation, I will pierce your head with a spear.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Achilles' eyes.

But all I could hear was the sigh of the night.