Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Now, not only have they failed to capture the Trojan prince as originally planned, but their Spartan king has also been captured.

In contrast, Odysseus believed he had done his best in his position.

He doesn't think that someone else would do much better in his position.

After several days of suppressed emotions, the heroes finally erupted, leading to constant arguments and discord within the allied forces. Eventually, they even began blaming each other for the defeat in this decisive battle.

Of course--

No one blamed the night.

Even if the final shot missed its mark.

However, based on the respectable image he had established in front of everyone and in those few battles on the battlefield, all the heroes held a sense of respect for this descendant of the dragon slayer, this great Greek hero who was glorious in defeat.

Whether it's out of respect for a real man, a real warrior, or admiration for his powerful personal charm and character, or even his beauty—cough cough~!—let's skip the last one.

I don't want any petty tricks or thoughts to taint this sacred soul, not even the most despicable person. I just don't want to use those dirty tricks on such a man.

Because of respect, I do not wish to desecrate it.

Just as the heroes were becoming increasingly divided, and it seemed they were about to descend into chaos without the interference of the night.

the other side--

Rather than being seriously injured, it's more accurate to say that Ye had fallen into a deep sleep due to excessive exertion.

I slept very soundly this time, and when I wake up and my strength is restored, it should be a significant increase compared to before.

And it was during this process—

I had a dream last night.

It was like a revelation.

He saw a royal palace, lightning, blood, and screams.

Finally, there is a terrifying scene of the sky and earth collapsing and overturning, like the end of the world, with the entire world collapsing over us.

That was the wrath and murderous intent of God!

A bone-chilling wind that can freeze even the soul!

Then, several words could be faintly heard: [birth], [surrender], [reclaim], [name], [soul].

Then--

Finally, there is oblivion. In the end of the dream, consciousness and body seem to be stripped away, gradually disappearing from this world.

The feeling of being robbed of one's existence is an indescribable fear.

They fear being forgotten, fear disappearing completely from this world, as if even the proof that they ever existed has been erased.

Then, the abyss still descended.

In the bottomless abyss of the blizzard, in the eternal darkness where not a hand can be seen, there is a power to devour all humanity.

Gradually, as humanity is lost, more and more memories, and even names, are completely forgotten.

All that remains are the faint, dim embers of a soul torch, barely worthy of being called a soul or consciousness.

I was suddenly awakened by the night.

By this time, his back was covered in cold sweat.

'...! What a bizarre dream!'

'It's too real. That darkness—was it a premonition?'

'Damn it—! Could it be Tartarus from the depths of hell?!'

Or perhaps—I dreamt of the underworld where Adonis would be trapped and die?

Even the underworld wouldn't arbitrarily strip someone of their humanity, would it?

Moreover, according to mythology, the Queen of the Underworld also fell in love with Adonis and kept him as a mistress.

Even if the Queen of the Underworld's residence wasn't a magnificent palace, it shouldn't be in such a desolate place.

With too little information to make any judgments at the moment, a familiar, sweet, and gentle voice suddenly reached his ears: "You're awake?"

When the night turned toward the sound, Artemis, the moon goddess, was waiting by the window.

"My goddess..." Night was about to bow when Artemis stopped him.

“You need rest, Griffith. I’ve just come to see my valiant warrior and, when he awakens, to tell him— ‘You’ve done well!’” Artemis made no attempt to hide her admiration for the night.

Even now, recalling Ye's words during that final battle—that she would bring glory to her goddess—she only wants to say one thing: 'You did it!'

They have even exceeded their targets.

For a family that has brought me such a great surprise.

Artemis couldn't help but recall the hero's radiant, powerful, and awe-inspiring dragon-like figure from that day, and these days she was often lost in thought.

Although she didn't understand what kind of feeling it was, Artemis came after she realized that she wanted to see her kin and do something.

They secretly watched over him until he woke up.

Driven by that feeling, Artemis decided to do something for her kin.

She was determined to bestow a new blessing upon Ye for his outstanding performance on the battlefield.

After much deliberation, Ye realized that he was still lacking a weapon that truly belonged to him.

Artemis slightly opened her slender jade hand, and then a transparent bow pouch, as white as a wing, appeared in her palm.

Although it is shaped like a bow case, it contains only one arrow that looks like white crystal.

night:? ? ? !

That is……?

What does Artemis want to do?

Sensing the terrifying destructive power contained within the arrow, even the Moon Blessing within his body reacted slightly, showing signs of faintly communicating with another aspect of the power of moonlight.

Without a doubt—! That's a genuine divine artifact! And not just any ordinary consumable!

Chapter 110 Athena: ! ! You're giving him a weapon that wipes out civilization?

Artemis usually draws her bow and shoots arrows without needing a quiver or arrows. She directly gathers moonlight and divine power as arrows and can unleash a single arrow that shatters the earth.

But the arrow before us, though only one, contained an incomparably terrifying divine power and had a distinct physical form.

Upon close proximity, the wild instincts of the dragon species kicked in, and Ye, sensing immense danger, instinctively contracted his pupils slightly.

Artemis took out an arrow, and then the arrow in her hand suddenly burst into a dazzling silver-white light.

When the light faded, the crystal arrow had transformed into a long spear resembling an ice spear, radiating a beautiful and captivating glow in the sunlight.

"This is a reward for you!"

"As a reward for your defeat of Ares' daughter, the demigod hero, in the presence of the gods," Artemis said.

After speaking, Artemis, her gaze somewhat evasive and even inexplicably blushing, as if the divine spear held some special significance, dropped the weapon and vanished in a flash.

Artemis didn't realize that everything she had done was being watched by the owl outside her window, just like always, until she ran all the way back to her temple.

“Artemis—it’s incredible…” The owl of Minerva—actually a symbol of the goddess Athena—was shaken after witnessing everything that had just happened.

It must be a divine artifact formed naturally by the power of Artemis, and a portion of her power and authority is also contained within it.

It contains not only the power of the moon goddess, but also the power of her original hunting goddess.

Such an important divine artifact, given directly to one's own subordinate?!

Although there is no such thing as a divine artifact or a natal artifact for deities.

But just like in the epic tales of human heroes, the difference in strength between heroes with exclusive equipment and those without is often enormous.

The best example is Excalibur, King Arthur's sword.

Without the Holy Sword, the Knight King's combat power is at most equivalent to that of a round table, while the Knight King with the Holy Sword is the invincible king on the battlefield.

Let's call that arrow the Arrow of Artemis!

If Artemis, equipped with that arrow, were to unleash her full divine power, she could easily cleanse the earth with a single arrow, reshuffling human civilization.

Without that arrow, Artemis might not even be able to fully exert her authority.

After all, a portion of that authority was incorporated into that weapon.

Without her weapon, Artemis could only influence the extent to which a single arrow could affect the continental plates.

Although it is still terrifying, it is a huge gap that is incomparable to the difference in combat power between destroying a planet and destroying a country.

Even when Artemis said she would reward the night, Athena was not surprised.

But she was truly shocked when she saw what weapon he had taken out.

——! ! !

Are they really a couple? If they weren't, what god would treat their subordinates so well? But you're giving them this powerful weapon—are you suggesting they use it to kill a god?

Athena's eyelids twitched violently—!

Meanwhile, on the other side, Artemis, who had already escaped, didn't really think that much about it.

After seeing that Night, wearing Achilles' divine armor, still lost to Hector, I subconsciously felt that Night would have to return the artifacts to Achilles, and his combat power would probably decrease significantly.

At the very least, he should be given a divine artifact that provides the equivalent of a full set of divine gear, so that Night can continue to have the opportunity to take revenge on Hector.

At this moment, Artemis was filled with the regret of that shining figure's defeat in the final battle, completely forgetting that Night and Hector were originally on the same side.

All she knew was that she truly hoped that Night could surpass Hector, the strongest hero of Troy, and even Achilles, to become the most dazzling and powerful hero in the Greek world.

Artemis, who had no other suitable divine artifacts at hand, instinctively thought of her divine arrows.

Next time I use this 'divine arrow,' I'm sure I can blow Hector's head off with a single shot! Just thinking about it is...

Only after giving it away did Artemis realize what a special and extravagant gift she had given, and the shy Artemis immediately ran away.

However, he didn't take back his gift either!

Once something has been given away, there's no reason to take it back.

Finally, Ye was left alone in the room, staring at the sacred, beautiful, ice-crystal-like spear that reflected colorful light under the sunlight, his eyelids twitching.