Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

If you really encounter a hero who is just as good at armor penetration as you, or who has armor-penetrating weapons like the Divine Sword or the Sharpshooter,

That would be no different from being made of paper.

With the added power of a good weapon...

Perhaps we can inflict heavy damage on the enemy on the battlefield. Once the enemy is killed, the crisis will be resolved.

Offense as a form of defense

There is no better way to survive.

And so—this is how we ended up in this situation today.

“Thank you, Hector…” Night finally refrained from saying anything more about refusing, and instead expressed her heartfelt gratitude.

Anyway, it's just a simulated universe, and in the end, he won't be able to take the divine gun with him.

But it's rare to experience the feeling of having a divine spear in hand, empowered by its power.

That immense power hidden within the gun barrel,

Even just sensing the tip of the iceberg made his heart pound.

No wonder in mythology,

Powerful heroes and gods alike will always seek out a good weapon, something they yearn for.

The difference in combat power between having divine artifacts and not having them is simply incomparable.

Night sensed that he could now draw upon the power of Hector's Spear.

These can all increase their combat power several times over.

This gave him even more confidence in facing Achilles.

Relying on this divine gun,

He was confident that he could at least reach Achilles.

What should be done after making contact with Achilles?!

Then we can only leave it to fate!

Although Hector misunderstood him again, saying it was for matters of heroic honor.

Ye didn't say anything to explain this wonderful misunderstanding.

but--

At least for now, he doesn't seem to have much interest in becoming a hero.

Putting aside the real-world crisis and the impending crisis in the simulated universe, if we had to pinpoint his dream, what would it be?

Hector: "Alright, let's not delay."

We need to get to Thebes today.

let's go!!"

[Starting the journey again]

Armed with Hector's divine spear, you've upgraded from a musket to a cannon!

Now facing the potentially brutal battle that is about to begin.

I'm not so afraid anymore.

At this moment, Hector felt a bad premonition for some reason.

He had a vague feeling that something was about to happen.

That's why I was so anxious this morning.

We are urging you to hurry on your journey.

Perhaps it was the hero's powerful sixth sense and intuition coming true.

When you arrive in Thebes

They discovered that the city was engulfed in flames, and the faint sounds of battle cries could be heard.

Hector's expression changed drastically: "We're too late...!!"

These past few days, I've been delayed on the road, and I thought the enemy's reaction speed wouldn't be that fast.

Unexpectedly, problems still arose.

There's no time to dwell on whose fault it is.

Hector immediately reined in his horse and roared, "All men, follow me into the city!! If you see any Greek soldiers, kill them on the spot!"

No lingering in the fight!

The primary objective is to protect the evacuation of civilians!

This is not justice.

The essence of war is a fight to the death.

If you don't want to die, shout even louder.

Anger can dispel fear...

Hector made a quick decision and immediately prepared to lead his troops into the city.

As for the option of turning around and running away, he never even considered it.

We absolutely cannot back down...!

We've already come this far,

If Thebes were to fall, all previous plans would become meaningless.

In Greece, a world where individualistic heroes flourished,

A hero's individual strength is powerful enough to influence the course of a battle single-handedly.

At this point, Hector decided to rely on himself as a spear.

He led his soldiers and fought his way out of the Greek soldiers' encirclement!

Integrate the last remaining forces in the city.

Then they fled with some of the people and returned to Troy!

There was no time to hesitate.

And because of their strong trust in Hector

The soldiers followed him fearlessly into what appeared to be a city breached by the enemy, inside the ruined city gates.

Upon entering the city...

The scene that came into view was one of utter chaos.

Bloodshed was everywhere—

It was a battle between Greek soldiers and soldiers from Thebes.

It was a massacre of civilians by Greek soldiers.

It was a fight with no chance of fighting back; it could only be described as a last-ditch struggle.

Everywhere was a scene of utter chaos.

The blood temperature is continuing to rise!!

Chapter Twenty-Two: Prayer is useless; God will not descend, only slaughter will.

"It's unstoppable...it's completely unstoppable."

They didn't even have time to send a request for help to Troy.

At this moment, in the streets of Thebes, among the small groups of soldiers making their last desperate struggle,

A squad leader murmured to himself, a sense of despair creeping into his heart.

In the midst of war, ordinary people who prayed incessantly were being slaughtered.

The soldiers who were supposed to protect them are now struggling to save themselves.

With the massive influx of Greeks, they were like a small boat on a vast ocean, constantly at risk of being swallowed up.

certainly--

In reality, nobody cares what will happen here next.

The temporary resistance on this battlefield could not affect the overall outcome of the battle.

The great hero Achilles has personally led his troops to the very center of the city, intending to capture or slaughter its supreme leader!

And fueled by the rage of failing to conquer Troy three times,

The Greeks had been holding back their anger for a long time, and now they were going to unleash it all on the surrounding cities.

They came for revenge.

The ferocity he displayed when he mistakenly landed on the wrong island and killed friendly forces—if he had shown that same ruthlessness on the day Troy fell...

It won't change...

This ferocity was now being unleashed on the small city of Thebes.

Caught in this trend, the fate of the city's important figures was predictable.

They were more likely to face death than to be taken prisoner.

That's where the most intense battles took place.

What remains here (on the outermost edge of the city) are nothing but the corpses of the defeated and the victors, who gorge on the carrion like vultures.

A certain death.

An inescapable defeat.

Resistance is nothing but meaningless self-gratification, and there is no redemption to be found at all.

What is unfolding now is a farcical farce that has transcended the abyss of despair.