Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

The hearts of all are united—

The moment the holy sword (divine spear) pierced the sky, that classic moment, even if seen for the first time, still left a deep impression, and will remain fresh in people's memories even after a long time has passed!

Chapter 93 What if all of Greece became love-struck?!

Everyone in Greece was chanting, and the name of the hero Griffith resounded throughout the heavens.

The overwhelming morale made the enemy think that Achilles had truly returned to the battlefield.

Paris trembled.

Anyone could see that, unlike the previous Xibei, this unfamiliar hero was at least quite capable.

(Night: How did you know I'm good at fighting with two guns? Laughing emoji)

Palamedes, who had defeated him before, couldn't even hold Achilles' weapon.

Although he was initially suppressed partly due to fear of Achilles' reputation, Palamedes' poor performance would have easily been exposed.

It's not that Palamedes is too weak, it's just that he's completely incomparable to a true monster (a powerful hero).

Just as Paris knew very well how strong his brother Hector was.

This kind of monster should be dealt with by real monsters!

Paris, who was inwardly groaning, was completely oblivious to the slight upturn of his brother's lips.

Unlike the demoralized Trojan army, and unlike the cheering and roaring Greek soldiers on the other side.

Hector, however, was silently chanting another word of celebration in his heart—'Yes, the strongest hero, born from the storm by combining the power of Hector and Achilles, has appeared.'

He is the future of Troy, a born warrior destined to inherit the title of the strongest and surpass the strongest of his predecessors.

—All glory belongs to Troy!

At this moment, let us cheer for the future of Troy.

'Forgive me for not being able to openly rejoice in your growth, my friend,' Hector thought with immense guilt.

...Meanwhile, on the other side.

King Agamemnon was laughing like a child.

So innocent, so happy.

Agamemnon: "Do you see? Odysseus—from the first day I met Griffith, I felt..."

Odysseus: "What?"

Agamemnon: "He would look much better in this armor than Achilles."

Such fine armor is such a waste for Achilles.

Sure enough—Agamemnon discovered that he didn't dislike the cool armor and weapons; he only disliked the armor's original owner.

Who says Greece can't function without you, Achilles?

Who says that no other hero besides you, Achilles, can't wield your weapon?

Look—look—! Isn't this it?

At that moment, Agamemnon longed to capture the scene before him on camera and then go up to Achilles to mock him.

Unfortunately, cameras didn't exist in that era, otherwise King Agamemnon would have sent hundreds of photos back from the front lines.

It must be said that he was most worried about being questioned by the gods during the most dangerous time.

Night appeared out of nowhere like a savior, giving Agamemnon a shot in the arm. Now that the other party was performing so well, how could he not cheer and be extremely excited?

Most importantly—Griffith is a man who doesn't fight for things!

Agamemnon believed he had gradually come to understand the true nature of this hero.

It was always him (Griffith) who offered constructive suggestions; it was him who remained indifferent when it came to gaining credit on the battlefield and vying for a spot in the final battle; it was him who sang a farewell song to his departing comrades in sorrow, even when everyone else feared divine retribution—

It was he who stepped forward to shield everyone from the wrath of heaven and revitalize the morale of Greece.

A man who has little interest in fame and fortune, yet is responsible, has a strong sense of duty, high moral character, loves his country, and is kind and righteous.

Even though I'm a scumbag—

And one has to admit, one can be attracted to that kind of radiant man.

Gradually, I stopped seeing things on the surface and was no longer deceived by appearances (well, I still can be deceived). I gradually saw the shining essence within.

That was what Agamemnon had lost, but which he longed for deep in his heart.

The night brought him immense peace of mind at that moment.

This is exactly the kind of hero we admired in our childhood.

The image of a hero, which I had only dreamed of as a child, gradually overlapped with mine—a hero never loses.

Even if Agamemnon loses, justice will surely prevail over evil. A hero who always leads everyone through difficulties in times of crisis will never lose.

Sometimes, dislike and liking can switch at any time, and can even coexist.

So much so that Agamemnon's impression of the night could change so drastically in such a short period of time.

Agamemnon had figured it out: he and Griffith did not have any clear conflict of interest.

Why would one hate a true hero who is so capable yet has no desire for power or personal gain?

Perhaps he should change his attitude and interact with the other person in a more comfortable way.

While King Agamemnon was cheering for the night, he smiled as if he had seen Ramses II as a great hero, or Jason as Hercules.

Meanwhile, Odysseus, who was standing next to him, felt utterly exasperated and even felt somewhat superfluous.

Agamemnon was truly biased and hypocritical.

On the one hand, she utterly disliked Achilles wearing this armor, yet on the other hand, she so lavishly supported Griffith.

Odysseus even sensed that Agamemnon still harbored regret that Achilles was not dead, so that he might have been able to give the armor and weapons to Griffith right now.

Odysseus: What's going on? Didn't these two have a falling out over the deer incident?

How did you recover so quickly?

He didn't understand, but his soul was deeply moved.

However, when she thought of Ye's face, which possessed an irresistible, bewitching charm that even she, who wasn't Nan Tong, couldn't resist, she was still reminded of Ye's face.

—It seems like I've changed too.

Odysseus, who was originally jealous that the night was favored by the moon goddess, seemed to be unable to muster any hostility towards it at this moment.

And think about all the things that happened before nightfall—

To continue to be jealous of such a person is too despicable, even if one is already quite despicable oneself.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Ye, basking in the cheers of countless people, remained completely unaware.

The two biggest schemers in Greece have completely reversed their attitudes toward him.

This is the terrifying beauty of a demonic force that has reached the level of authority.

It doesn't even need to be vulgar enough to directly control people's hearts and modify their memories. Instead, it subtly influences people to think positively about the night, and even touches the softest part of their hearts, unconsciously leading them to think of the images they like, respect, admire, and love the most.

Any emotion related to allure can be affected.

Everyone has different preferences and inclinations. What's scary isn't that someone is loved by everyone, but that those people will wildly imagine themselves as their favorite version of you.

Commonly known as—love-struck!

At this moment, Ye had no idea that if all of Greece became love-struck, it would be a truly terrifying sight.

As long as I continue to have contact with the night in the future—

Everyone who witnessed that divine scene today will not escape.

Is Greece in this state beyond saving?

Chapter 94 Odysseus: You are the last hope of the whole village! Watch as your brother paves the way for you!

"Apollo—those rays of sunlight just now, were they your doing?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"Don't deny it, your expression has completely betrayed you."

"They're clearly your sister's relatives—"

“That’s right, brother, you should take the sunlight back.”

Compared to the sunlight, the child radiant under the moonlight was indeed far more dazzling.

At this moment in the sky—

A group of gods were chatting idly together.

Apollo looked at his sister with a black line on his forehead. Not only did she not speak up for him, but she actually...

Don't let him think he didn't see it. As the 'lighting master,' Apollo did notice when these gods saw the towering figure of the hero bathed in the light that broke through the clouds.

He looked so embarrassing, almost drooling.

Apollo did not agree with his sister Artemis's words.

Only the hero bathed in the light of the god of light shines the brightest.

Damn it——!

The thought that he was just a step too late, and that his sister had stolen the joy of nurturing him, causing him to lose such a shining hero, filled Apollo with regret.

at the same time--

the other side.

Zeus, the king of the gods: "Very well—!! Then let's begin a new battle!"

The majestic voice of Zeus, the king of the gods, resounded across the heavens.

Below, on the ground, the crowd finally snapped out of their frenzy.

Since the previous battle is invalid, Paris's record is nullified, and a new battle needs to be fought.

Considering that Paris had just finished a battle and was quite exhausted, letting him continue fighting at this time would be tantamount to sending him to his death.