Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

They knew that the road ahead was a dead end, yet they still resolutely stepped onto it, wanting to use their will to create new possibilities.

Or perhaps—they were completely swallowed up in that storm of destruction.

"Well said—!!!" An excited voice rang out as they entered the tent.

That night, upon looking over, they discovered it was Agamemnon.

The goddess Athena's expression did not change, suggesting that she had already noticed Agamemnon's arrival.

But she didn't care about King Agamemnon, who was just a mortal.

She would use her divine power to restrain Agamemnon at any moment if he made the slightest move to inform others.

At this point, it seems that the Greek king not only had no intention of informing the others, but on the contrary—

Agamemnon: "Has my timing failed me?"

He smiled and respectfully bowed to the goddess Athena...

"I'm sorry, I accidentally overheard the conversation between you, Athena, and Griffith."

I also have something to say; may I have a word to say?

After receiving the goddess's signal—

Agamemnon looked at Night with a grave expression: "Griffiths—! You should leave...!"

I was glad to hear what you said.

As your king, I have witnessed your love for the land of Greece. There is no hero in this world who loves this land more deeply than you.

But that's precisely why you should leave here and head to Troy...!

I am a failed king, unable to protect my people from harm...

They actually want to pin their hopes on the enemy.

At this point, a hint of sadness flashed in Agamemnon's eyes, as if he were extremely unwilling to be manipulated by Ares, the god of war.

It wasn't just that royal power was suppressed by divine authority, causing him to lose control of the fighting force in the Greek camp, but also the inability to protect Griffiths, coupled with his fear of the power of the god of war, that made him feel deeply ashamed of his own weakness and powerlessness...

Utterly incompetent!

"Griffiths—! Listen to me..."

I have a task for you—! This is a task that only you can accomplish.

You may face much criticism for this, but I firmly believe that only your help will lead to Greece's ultimate victory in this war.

He took a deep breath—

He knew that Griffith would not agree to simply go to Troy and would be 'painful both physically and mentally'.

to this end--

Upon hearing Athena's conversation with Night, an idea uncontrollably arose in his mind, prompting him to urge Agamemnon to speak it aloud.

He didn't want the night to be dragged down here.

In the name of the king—

This was the last bit of help he could offer and a nominal pass.

then--

Under the watchful eyes of both Night and Athena.

Agamemnon finally declared firmly, "I want you—an undercover agent in Troy!"

He said it—finally, when he finished speaking the last sentence, Agamemnon felt as if all his strength had been drained away.

His mood became extremely heavy, and he even felt a little regretful after saying it, feeling that he must have gone crazy.

Although it was to find an excuse for Griffith to escape, since this undercover agent title meant that only he knew about it on the surface.

This is something that cannot be made public... However, to the other heroes outside, Griffith's departure would truly be considered a defection!

How much infamy will he suffer for this?! No—it's too painful!

(At this moment, Night's brain also briefly went blank: ???)

Should I pretend to be in pain and go along with them?

Chapter 123 Eek! This person is so weird, weird...or is he okay?

Put yourself in someone else's shoes!

That must be a despair and suffering that ordinary people cannot endure.

Not recognized by the Greek land they love, and even viewed with hatred and skepticism by their former comrades.

Suffering numerous infamy and curses...

These things filled even Agamemnon with immense fear just to think about them.

If Griffiths really wanted to defect, that would be better, at least he wouldn't have much psychological pressure, or rather, it would be much less.

But the heroic souls who were determined to die for the Greek land were subjected to unwarranted suspicion and distrust. The pain of not being trusted and the unspeakable inner torment were inexplicable and could not be explained...

The pressure involved is simply too great.

Agamemnon, with his vivid inner monologue, could even imagine how tragically burdened he would be if Night accepted this task.

The man who personally issued this order was undoubtedly a cruel and cold-blooded tyrant.

He wanted to protect his people, but he couldn't bear to harm this greatest hero with his own hands.

Night: "What?!"

At this moment, Ye's pupils contracted slightly, but her heart felt as if it had been struck by a magnitude 9 earthquake, and she was stunned.

Let him—infiltrate Troy?!

Good heavens—! Mission Impossible?!

What double agent stuff? Wow! This is such a dramatic development, even epics wouldn't dare write it like this.

Reality is even more magical and outrageous than the stories...

Night: "No—I..."

Before Ye could finish speaking, Agamemnon noticed his earlier trembling, which was a clear indication of his pain.

Agamemnon: "Of course—in order to help you gain Troy's trust, I've also prepared a gift for you."

night:……!

Agamemnon: "Bryces—! Daughter of the high priest of Apollo, the chief god. Princess of Troy. If you return to Troy with her unharmed, even Hector will not allow anyone else to make things difficult for you. Given that man's loyalty and affection, you will surely be regarded as a friend by him for bringing his sister back to Troy."

Boom! When Ye heard this, his mind went completely blank, as if a pot had exploded.

When Agamemnon spoke, the Night's long-standing mission objective was directly delivered to him.

Ye's mood was somewhat dazed at this moment...

Agamemnon: "I know this will be a very difficult, arduous, and even misunderstood and disrespected undertaking."

But this is my order as king—this is not desertion, but to fulfill a more important mission—

You have come to Troy on a mission. I hope you understand that, Griffith!

Now that you've already spoken, there's no point in hesitating anymore.

Agamemnon was determined to do all sorts of evil! He spoke so domineeringly, yet his heart was heavy and filled with sorrow.

Night: ...No, I don't seem to feel bad at all, I even feel like laughing a little.

Ye's mood became very subtle at this moment.

His original mission was to rescue Brises and cause some disruption along the way, but now the Greeks are getting weaker and weaker, and the situation is becoming increasingly murky, with even the god of war getting involved.

It's no longer appropriate for them to cause trouble.

As a result, Agamemnon was able to give him a perfect pass to leave Greece.

Consequently, the most difficult problem—how to protect Brices, this burden, across the battlefield and back to Troy—now seems to have become the simplest.

Night slowly closed her eyes: "...I understand."

If this is your command—!

King Agamemnon coldly said, "Very well! Then let's act quickly. Ares, the god of war, may return at any moment."

I will take you to where Brices is imprisoned, and then you and your men will fly away.

Although Ares destroyed other cities around Troy, Troy's elite forces were still alive and the city was not fundamentally damaged.

Perhaps you could try to sabotage them from within…

After making a suggestion, Agamemnon led Night and the others to begin their operation.

When Night finally agreed to go to Troy, the goddess Athena sighed inwardly—to go to Troy as an undercover agent?

Perhaps this is the most appropriate solution at present.

Athena used her divine power to conceal their figures along the way.

Agamemnon led the night to the small, dark room where Brises was imprisoned.

Upon entering, Brices saw Agamemnon arrive—

Her complexion, which had improved slightly after she resumed eating, suddenly turned deathly pale, revealing a look of fear.

Briceth was already somewhat anxious because Ye hadn't come for the past two days, worried that something might have happened to the hero.

Upon seeing the evil Agamemnon, he felt even more despair.

however--

Soon, a glimmer of hope appeared as Ye emerged from behind, winking at them.

Briceth understood Night's signal, breathed a sigh of relief, and felt less tense. A hint of barely suppressed joy flashed in his eyes.

However, some Briceths who were unaware of the current situation chose to remain silent and observe the situation.

In the dimly lit underground, and with time running out, Agamemnon failed to notice the various peculiar changes in Brices' expression—

"Alright! This is the room where the Trojan princess is being held."