Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

I'm really afraid that one day you'll end up fighting the God of War directly...

"However—since you're not planning to leave, then our position remains that of 'enemies'—! Griffith!"

"I can't let you get away so easily..." Achilles' eyes flashed with a fierce fighting spirit.

Facing Brices, he didn't even glance at him; instead, his eyes were fixed solely on the figure of the epic-level skin that now entwined with the Nightbound artifact.

Even he couldn't make the divine armor blend into his flesh and blood, but Griffith did.

He had also heard about the great achievements the other had made on the battlefield.

As a soldier, it would be self-deception to say that you have no desire to fight them.

The title of strongest should be bestowed upon the tip of a spear, especially after hearing the descriptions of other heroes and becoming certain—

Night had already gained the strength to defeat Hector, his formidable enemy.

I recalled the experience of being defeated by these two working together.

The desire to fight it and prove oneself became incredibly strong.

really--

Achilles, a pure battle maniac, and Agamemnon's so-called struggle over Brices were probably more about their own dignity and face.

Although it's good that he doesn't dwell on the issue of Brices, there's no need for Ye to explain further...

But fighting and stuff—

Athena: "It seems you're hiding something from me, and even from everyone else, Griffiths..."

However, I still want to believe you. Explain to me later.

Now you should leave. You can't get entangled in a fight with Achilles. The commotion will attract other heroes, increasing the chances of Ares discovering you.

We don't have that much time left.

Achilles: "!!! The owl—! It spoke!"

Night: "Idiot, that's a goddess...!"

Achilles: "I see..."

"Tch, you're refusing to fight? For the sake of our alliance, I could temporarily suppress my excitement and let you go."

Night: "Your disappointment is practically written all over your face."

Night suddenly looked at Achilles with utmost seriousness and said, "My heart, which longs to fight you, has never been less fervent."

"I'm sorry, it's regrettable, but if I were alone, I would accept this battle—but right now I have things to protect, and I can't be so reckless. This battle will have to wait until next time."

Achilles was moved and remained silent for a while.

Finally, he sighed – it seemed that a fight was indeed out of the question.

He sensed the night's sincerity: "...! I understand. Then let's meet again on the battlefield, Griffith...!"

At this moment, as if in resonance of wills, after glancing at Brices, he knew that Ye was currently preoccupied with concerns and unable to fight him to his heart's content.

Achilles decisively abandoned his previous idea.

His pride prevented him from accepting a moment of true confrontation with an enemy who was not at his peak!

Knowing full well the prophecy that he would surely die, what was Achilles thinking as he resolutely stepped onto the battlefield?

It is precisely this fervent heart that yearns for the highest glory, even if it means a life of unremarkable immortality, a life as vibrant as a summer flower, even if it can only burn and bloom for one night.

Since you're determined to achieve glory, then conquer everyone with the most perfect form—and become the undisputed strongest!

Sudden--

Ye changed the subject, suggesting, "Although we can't fight to the death, we can still have a simple contest."

Achilles' gaze sharpened instantly: "Oh?! What do you want to compete in?"

At this moment, his interest was piqued. Speed, strength, endurance—whatever it was, he was the strongest!

With such confidence bordering on arrogance, Achilles fears no challenge whatsoever.

"I'd love to have a speed contest with you—but we don't have that much time right now, so let's just have a simple arm wrestling match!" Night.

Achilles: "Heh... You really dare to say that. You actually want to compete in speed, don't you? To see who's faster than me, who's known for my swift feet?"

Who is the fastest in Greece?!

Knowing that he was known for his speed, and that he had already surpassed many of his own speeds by simply running on the ground like a comet, he still wanted to compete with himself in speed.

They even considered challenging their strongest side.

really--

To defeat an enemy, one must defeat them at their strongest point; this will be more convincing and persuasive.

but--

Achilles: "If you underestimate my strength because I believe my speed is my greatest strength, that is your biggest mistake, Griffith!"

He revealed a gaze filled with unwavering confidence and burning fighting spirit.

"Come on, let me show you the arm strength of the great hero Achilles—!!"

He was the only man in the world who could wield that heavy spear with such ease before Griffith appeared.

Many people only focus on Achilles' invulnerable body and speed, but often overlook his unparalleled spirit and strength.

Realizing this as well, Ye couldn't help but smile, becoming even more excited about the competition.

The two then felled a large tree nearby and began arm wrestling in front of the tree stump.

How did things become so surreal, evolving to this extent?

The sudden turn of events left Athena helpless and Brises bewildered.

But in the end, they both chose to be understanding of these two willful men.

After all, no woman could resist being drawn to and inspired by the confidence and strength emanating from those two radiant, innocent smiles, smiles that radiated the burning will and awareness of masculinity…

Then pray for the hero you prefer, hoping for their victory.

Although both of them actually hoped that Griffith would win, Achilles would certainly feel extremely frustrated if he knew that.

He was, after all, a handsome human prince, a powerful and valiant demigod, and many women in his own land admired him, but that charm paled in comparison to the night—

Chapter 126 Achilles' Doubts About Life, Even though it's been less than half a month

Boom~! !

When Bryces was appointed as the referee, and under the witness of the goddess Athena, Bryces shouted – the moment the match began!

A terrifying gust of wind emanated from the center of their clasped wrists.

The raging storm swept outwards, nearly lifting Brisse's long dress, but thankfully she managed to hold it down in time.

But the surrounding trees and weeds began to sway wildly.

At this moment, Night took off his cloak and wrestled with Achilles bare-chested.

The moment they exerted force, the muscles in their arms bulged, revealing countless blue veins.

At this moment, the two, their momentum growing stronger with each passing moment, continuously increased their power, testing each other's limits. Boom!

The sky was ripped open by this astonishing force, and the clouds were dispersed.

Athena cursed inwardly—

Although it wasn't a fight, such a simple competition still caused such a big commotion. Didn't we agree to keep a low profile?

Despite saying this, Athena kept her eyes glued to the arena, using her divine power to help calm the two fighters and prevent their momentum from spreading, while hoping to see Griffith continue to win.

Following Hector was Achilles!

Only by defeating these two can you achieve the title of Greece's most shining and powerful hero.

Therefore, she sincerely looks forward to that day, and even as a goddess, she is willing to crown that admirable bravery and wisdom with the strongest crown.

However, with Artemis around, she probably wouldn't have had such an opportunity.

Athena thought with utter disappointment.

There was not even a doubt that Yoru could achieve that, only the regret that the person who would crown her with the strongest throne was most likely only Artemis, the chief goddess of her family.

Meanwhile, unlike Athena, Brices, looking at the horrifying scene before him, took a few steps back, staring in awe at the center of the contest.

It was a silent contest, yet one could inexplicably feel a chilling power emanating from the center of their intertwined wrists, constantly erupting from their palms.

Danger--!

Biological instincts were constantly warning and reminding her to stay away from here.

If the explosive force from the clash of their strengths were to strike the atmosphere, Briceth had no doubt that even the air itself would groan in agony.

If it were a flesh-and-blood body competing at the center point, it would probably be torn to shreds instantly.

No, let alone flesh and blood!

Is there anything in this world that is so hard as to remain unchanged at the very center, which seems capable of crushing all things in the universe?

Perhaps only the divine artifacts used by legendary heroes and gods could possess such power.

Bryce did not understand the concepts of the universe or black holes.

Otherwise, her feelings at this moment would be aptly described as the terrifying and dreadful feeling one gets when witnessing a black hole that devours everything gradually forming before one's eyes.

It was as if a terrifying force was about to crush the celestial bodies—of course, this description is just that, it does give people a feeling of being surrounded by illusions.

The willpower revealed in the contest of strength between the two will expose the vulnerabilities in the hearts of those with weak willpower, causing them to be terrified as if they were seeing the most terrifying things.

This is the deterrent power of the strong!

Later, his will became so powerful that it seemed to materialize, truly beginning to influence reality and producing special effects.

Boom! The radiance and phantoms of the dragon and demigod appeared behind Night and Achilles.

Like two prehistoric behemoths locked in combat, neither would give way!

Crush, smash, grind—!

If that's not enough, then burn your blood, ignite your will, and unleash the wild instincts within your body!