Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Pontesilea, who was treated as an appetizer, did not feel contempt or humiliation, but instead appreciated it immensely.

Despite the attack she had just suffered, she was not seriously injured. She sensed that her opponent had indeed controlled their power to the same level as hers.

Even so, she still cannot satisfy the other party.

The name of Ares, the god of war, would be disgraced—as would the noble blood of the Amazon queen flowing through her veins.

“…!” Pentessilia stood up, ready for battle.

"What are you still spacing out for?" The next moment, accompanied by the voice in her ear, the night disappeared from her sight again.

Bang! So fast!

Pentesilla, who had been knocked away, stared wide-eyed.

After another massive explosion that occurred as the object crashed into the distant earth.

What followed was a one-sided battle.

And soon everyone discovered—

Even though Night suppressed her power to the same level as Pentessilia, she still had a clear advantage over the Amazon queen in terms of speed and strength.

Just when the heroes were beginning to suspect that Night had secretly used more of his power.

In the heavens, Hermes exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear, this is deception!"

It's said to be suppressed to the same level of power, but it's a completely one-sided crushing defeat.

But soon a voice rang out in rebuttal. It was none other than Ares, the father, who was watching his daughter struggling below, and said, "No—the power is the same."

Ares, whose faith is shared by all warriors, is more qualified than anyone else to judge whether a warrior has used all his strength.

This is authoritative proof!

The moment he spoke, the gods believed him.

Hermes: "Then why was Griffith, who possessed the same power, able to overpower Penthesilea? Was it because the Amazon queen was too incompetent?"

Other deities might genuinely be surprised to hear this.

But Ares didn't believe a word that Hermes, the god with the strongest senses in the world, hadn't sensed what was going on.

But Ares didn't show any anger at the teasing; instead, he sighed.

He then exclaimed sincerely, "Pentsilia has experienced too few battles—she is still far from being a true veteran like her."

It's not just about experience, but also an instinctive fighting sense.

Ares did not name names.

The reason he wasn't angry was because he thought he had witnessed an incredibly brilliant battle...!

Frankly speaking, relying solely on bloodline memory, a musician can transform into a born warrior who is more like a warrior than any other warrior.

What kind of terrifying trials of blood and fire must one have gone through to forge such a bloodline talent?

He was even starting to feel tempted—

If one could enable one's descendants to unite with it and leave behind a bloodline.

This powerful force, etched into the DNA of one's bloodline, will be passed down to future generations of the family.

His descendants of Ares will henceforth be synonymous with born warriors.

At this moment, Hermes, the god who seemed to enjoy the spectacle, suddenly flew down from the ground and floated in mid-air, speaking to the Queen of the Amazons—

"Queen of the Amazons, your father Ares just saying..."

He relayed Pentesillas's exact words of his conversation with Ares.

This surprised all the heroes present who heard these words.

Surprisingly—

Is it really suppressed to the same level?

How is that possible?!

Even Pentesilla, who had been enduring the beatings without uttering a sound, was deeply shocked.

She initially thought that Ye had used even stronger power, but then she realized that there is no absolute fairness in a battle.

Since she had no reason to prevent others from using the power that belonged to her, Pentessilia could only fight back and do her best to unleash as much of her power as possible.

however--

The opponent has been using the same strength as me all along?

This dealt a significant blow to Pentesilla's young mind.

Meanwhile, the night on the other side also paused temporarily.

The Amazonian queen seemed stunned, unable to believe the facts, and deeply affected by the successive blows.

After thinking for a moment, Ye suddenly asked, "Pentsilia—I'm asking you!"

He was addressed by his first name.

Subconsciously, I looked up at the night sky of Pentessilia.

Night: "What is the difference between the king and his steed?"

Pentessilia: "What did you say?"

Night: "I'm not asking you about 'people and horses,' or 'two legs and four legs,' those are childish questions."

At this moment, on the quiet battlefield, the chilling, bloody wind blowing from the plains sent a shiver down people's spines, raising goosebumps all the way to their foreheads.

The heroes and gods, who all felt that Griffith was about to utter some earth-shattering words, all looked towards the night.

Some people even held their breath.

Could it be that--

Will we then find out why the two people with the same power have such drastically different performances?

With this feeling.

The Amazonian queen Penthesilea, equally eager to know the answer and the truth—whether she was truly a useless person—looked at the night.

And through the depths of Pentessilia's heart, feeling the instinct of a dragon to sense its own kind (referring to a similar nature of killing), and sensing that another being, Pentessilia, was about to be liberated—Yoru smiled.

Let him help him out one more time.

Chapter 101 Awaken, Instinct, Engraved in Our Primal DNA!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Griffiths proclaimed loudly: "Regardless of appearance, ability, or strength—!"

If there are two identical beings, which one is the king who dominates the battle, and which one is a mount serving as a supporting force? What are the differences between them?

That night, he asked this question, his eyes fixed on Pentessilia, while he began to unleash his wild, dragon-like nature without reservation.

Boom—!!

The intense, wild aura aroused Penthesilea, and the Amazon queen's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot.

It was as if I had suddenly witnessed a different scene.

In a hellish world of blood and fire, there is only fighting, fighting, and more fighting.

Amidst endless battles and carnage, the crimson queen, her blood-stained lips curving upwards, emitted an incomparably alluring laugh.

That is—?

Gradually, fantasy seemed to overlap with reality, and the figure of the hero before my eyes also changed.

From its perspective, the night gradually transformed into another image.

A crimson aura, jet-black attire, and the same appearance and posture as oneself, yet burning with an ominous blood-red flame, accompanied by a rampant smile—this is 'oneself'.

And at this moment, another version of myself—

Night spoke up: "There's only one answer—"

The tone quieted down slightly, then suddenly burst forth with a loud sound like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.

"--instinct!!"

Boom! Explosion!

When classic lines from the neighboring world of Bleach appear for the first time in this otherworldly mythological world.

I have never seen such a crazy will before, but the thrill of it inexplicably makes the blood of the gods boil and get excited is truly astounding.

Bang! Ares, the god of war among the twelve Olympian gods, was so excited that he broke off a corner of his throne.

At this moment, his eyes seemed to be gleaming, and he was finally able to describe what he felt was the biggest difference.

"Instinct—! Instinct?!!"

Yes, that's it—that's it—!

What I have been pursuing is the highest joy and ultimate enjoyment that warriors should strive for and comprehend!

At this moment, onlookers were excited, as if they were about to abdicate and go down to the mortal realm to invite Ares, the God of War, to sit on their throne.

Anyone could see that Ares greatly admired and appreciated his remarks.

On the ground, the heroes, stunned and speechless, seemed to have undergone a tremendous mental storm.

The night's whispers had not yet ceased—

"For those who possess the same power, what is needed to unleash extraordinary power and become a king is a single-minded pursuit of battle and power, to not let any enemy go unpunished, to crush, shred, and chop them all up, and an absolute thirst for battle."

Deep within our bodies lies the most primal, trained, and acute killing instinct, etched into our very being.

And you simply don't have any of these—! These stripped-away instincts!

You always fight with reason, trying to defeat your enemies with reason. You sheath your sword, but who do you really want to kill?

So you're weaker than me.

Boom! The terrifying aura, like that of a wild beast, was fully released.

It stirred up the deepest longing in Pentessilia's heart.

That powerful presence captivated her—