Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

After all, a hero who can slay a dragon is no ordinary hero; the evil dragon is a creature that even the gods fear.

Only a top-tier hero could defeat such a monster.

As night slowly moved forward, the rhythmic clanging of the armor resonated in the air, each step striking a chord deep within people's hearts.

It made people's breathing rise and fall involuntarily in sync with that rhythm.

Many of the heroes who knew a bit about the game had a slight change in expression.

Such incredible physical coordination! His mastery of his own strength has reached an incredibly refined level.

What is the composure of a strong person?

Simply by controlling the rhythm with his innate, superb physical strength, he can coordinate the breathing of others, influencing those around him to unconsciously follow his rhythm, thereby creating a sense of oppression as if he were being dominated.

Such top-level martial arts skills are usually possessed by warriors who have experienced countless perilous battles, are proficient in many heroic techniques, and have incredibly strong physical bodies.

...—belonging to the ranks of true monsters.

Although Ye's physical development started much later than others, his martial arts skills had already undergone a qualitative leap after being honed by many heroes such as Hector, Achilles, and Aeneas, and he had also been on the battlefield and even had the experience of fighting dragons to the death.

With the added benefits from several physical enhancements and the Red Dragon Pact, Ye's physical body, while not progressing as rapidly as his martial arts skills, is still capable of easily defeating most of the heroes present.

Furthermore, with the addition of a set of divine artifacts, and even another layer of divine artifact concept on top of the artifacts, the concept of 1+1 being greater than 2 is exceeded.

As a result, the oppressive feeling that night brought to ordinary heroes and mortals became even stronger.

That night, when he walked to the divine spear stuck in the center of the battlefield...

The accumulated sense of oppression had become so palpable that it made all the heroes pale in fear.

'How can the momentum be so strong?'

"I actually feel that the oppressive aura emanating from that guy is even stronger than Achilles'?!" At this moment, many heroes couldn't help but be shocked and had the same thought.

Is this still a musician who is unskilled in martial arts and weak in strength?

The dragon's innate aura, comparable to that of the gods, combined with the enhanced power of the double artifact buff, and finally the dragon bloodline and powerful physique of the night itself—the resulting qualitative change made the heroes hold their breath.

Everyone felt that Ye was like a completely different person after putting on the armor.

Even the heroes were overwhelmed by the oppressive atmosphere, let alone the soldiers on both sides of the battlefield, who were all struggling to breathe and dared not look directly at that figure.

Hector, the only one largely unaffected, watched the heroic figure on the field. Though his expression was obscured by his armor, a sense of immense satisfaction and pride welled up within him.

My brother—you've become even stronger!

Even I could feel a sense of threat.

For Hector, the days from when he began learning to become stronger to when he left Troy for Greece seemed like yesterday. In just a few days, less than a month, he had become this strong.

He was right after all—

'You are far superior to me, you have the potential to become a true hero! My friend!'

Chapter Ninety-Two: The Celebratory Monster: The Second Person in the World to Pull Out the Divine Spear, A New Chapter in History Begins

The divine spear stands tall on the earth, waiting for a true hero to pull it out.

This scene was so sacred, like an epic painting unfolding before one's eyes, that even Apollo, the god of art, felt an urge to paint it.

Athena, too, wanted to sculpt this moment—

To leave the image of a brave and powerful warrior for the world to witness.

That night, he slowly extended his fingernail, his five fingers coming together with a cracking sound, and calmly grasped the handle of the divine spear.

Having witnessed what had just happened, King Agamemnon and Odysseus had no intention of speaking further.

'Perhaps he really can handle it—!'

Such thoughts couldn't help but cross the minds of the heroes.

Odysseus, Diomedes, Athena, and others recalled that day, the shot that streaked across the sky like a meteor, and that blood-stained, mad figure.

That monster that took Diomedes with a single hand!

Odysseus: ...!

I was just scaring myself. With that guy's terrifying strength, even if he didn't know any martial arts, he could definitely pull out the divine spear.

Click—!

With remarkable ease, he effortlessly shattered the earth that very night and pulled out the divine spear.

At that moment, the sun shone through the clouds, and several beams of light shone on the night like lamplight, instantly making it look like a sacred gold Saint.

He stood silently on the earth, holding his spear high in one hand, and looked up at the gods in the sky.

That scene was too divine!

For a moment, the mortals were all stunned.

Even the gods were amazed by this scene.

The goddess on the city wall was so intoxicated that she was like a lump of mud—completely reaching her peak, and with a thud, her legs went weak and she suddenly sat down on the ground.

Helen, standing nearby, watched in shock at the scene—

Suddenly I understood a principle.

Even without his bewitching face, he is still a man with immense charm.

The moment he donned his armor, his extraordinary bearing, like a god (or king) disguised as a beggar, could not conceal his inherent nobility.

A born warrior!

Odysseus suddenly murmured, "It seems we don't need to worry about this."

The descendants of dragon slayers—the offspring of warriors born from the blood of dragons, ah—

That guy's invulnerable steel body, much like Achilles', must have come from this.

Add to that the armor he wore, and the skill he displayed that day, which was similar to that of Achilles.

Hiss~!

He's 'Achilles' now!

When Odysseus finished speaking, Palamedes, who was dragging his badly wounded body to Agamemnon's chariot, was so shocked by the figure on the chariot that he was speechless.

He swallowed hard, a strange pang of sadness suddenly rising in his heart.

Some people are born extraordinary, and no matter how hard you try, you can never reach their level, just like Achilles, just like Griffith right now!

They are born heroes.

This unparalleled strength leaves one with only a profound sense of despair and powerlessness.

Palamedes suddenly became somewhat dejected.

Although he didn't seem to care much when he first put on that armor, how could a man, a hero, not feel a surge of joy and realize that he was the one destined to save Greece, the hero who would save Greece?

Only he can inherit Achilles' power and bring hope and a turning point to the battlefield?

however--

Compared to the dazzling figure before him, his previous appearance in armor made him look like a clown.

Even when wearing armor, the king's nobility was still undeniable.

Agamemnon watched with envy, and suddenly felt an urge, as king, that he should do something for him: "Odysseus! Shouldn't we applaud the birth of our hero!"

"Go and think of a congratulatory message quickly!"

At this moment, Agamemnon was itching with desire. Under the spotlight, the sun shone on the dazzling armor that shone like stars, and he looked at the divine warrior bathed in the light.

At that moment, all the conspiracies, tyranny, and brutality vanished.

A fleeting thought crossed the mind of this king, the ruler of all under heaven, a longing reminiscent of his childhood, a longing he had cherished before the great upheavals and when he was still a carefree prince.

At the most perilous time for all of Greece, he stood up alone, carrying all hope, bathed in the sunlight, starlight, and moonlight with the most radiant figure, like the figure of a savior.

Although what we are seeing is far from being a savior or anything like that.

But at that moment, it felt as if a scene from his dreams had become a reality before his very eyes.

Just like the oldest Gian playing video games, just like the great hero Arash to Ramses II.

There is always something dazzling and radiant that makes even kings feel boundless joy and love. Whether it's a pure love to collect, a sense of longing, or a desire to support the figure of one's dreams, it's all acceptable.

As if instantly transformed into a fanboy—King Agamemnon was captivated by this unprecedentedly charming moment, and his heart was filled with excitement.

soon--

Odysseus then improvised a celebratory poem, and, feeling somewhat moved himself, was further pressured and urged on by King Agamemnon.

He mounted his warhorse and suddenly spurred it forward, shouting with a sense of surprise, familiarity, and even a hint of excitement: "Celebrate!"

The strongest hero has been born. He is the second man in the world to draw the divine spear, inheriting the name of the strongest and wearing the armor of the swift-footed hero Achilles!

Hero Patroclus is no good, nor is hero Palamedes.

Only Griffith Lista could draw that divine spear—at this moment, history has finally begun a new chapter!

"The gleaming spear that cleaves the meteor will bring a new turning point to Greece—!" Odysseus shouted as he finished the last sentence.

The countless Greek soldiers below suddenly erupted in a frenzied cheer.

Under that earth-shattering power, countless heroes seemed to see Achilles return to the battlefield. No, judging by the sheer aura, the night under the combined power buffs was definitely even more terrifying.

Despite simply wearing armor and drawing a gun, he was somehow portrayed as invincible.

At this moment, Palamedes and Patroclus, who had been practically trampled on in the congratulatory speech, turned green with rage.

But he just couldn't say anything.

After all, they really didn't pull it out.

Because even heroes like them are incapable, they must travel at night!

This made Odysseus's sudden celebration seem less abrupt.

It allows people to be true to their inner thoughts at this moment, to be true to seeing that beautiful, divine, and powerful scene, and to feel their inner emotions welling up.

At this moment, it all burst forth like a landslide and a tsunami!

Just like King Arthur pulling the sword from the stone.