Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Diomedes was overjoyed to receive the goddess's oracle so quickly! "Excellent! My lord has indeed not forgotten me."

Whatever we do next, we can't go wrong by listening to the goddess. Athena won't harm us.

However, at this moment, the honest Diomedes had no idea that his goddess was still worried about how to deal with Artemis, and had completely forgotten about Diomedes' situation.

Even the goddess of wisdom becomes dulled when faced with emotional problems—unable to concentrate on other matters.

When Diomedes arrived in the outside world, he did not see the familiar, holy, and radiant goddess.

Until—a black raven on the treetop uttered a familiar, divine female voice.

“Diomedes—...Here you are, now I have a task for you.”

Diomedes was shaken!

That familiar divinity, aura, and voice! Well, don't ask how a raven can discern such a quality.

The unique aura of a god is so extraordinary, as if he were wearing special effects.

Eris—as Mach, one of the three goddesses in Celtic mythology, is not only associated with war and strife, but also with the god of illusion.

She can easily transform into the appearance of other gods and any creature, not only in terms of aura but also in terms of abilities, although gods more powerful than her cannot be perfectly replicated one-to-one.

But the power of this illusion was so great that even the gods could not distinguish its differences, let alone Diomedes.

However, if there are still any loopholes...

Perhaps Athena prefers to be an owl rather than a crow?

The three Celtic goddesses, as depicted in mythology, are generally all dressed in black, have black wings, and often appear in the form of ravens.

In the famous Tale of the Bull, when Cú Chulainn dies, the goddess he loves but cannot have also appears in the form of a raven.

Speaking of which—and given that Cú Chulainn is also known as the Lesser Achilles, in some parts of Europe he is a hero modeled after Achilles.

Now, Griffith, who is also a replica of the Achilles template and is also loved by the goddess but cannot be loved, seems to have fulfilled the story of the myth as if by fate.

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Fate tends to follow similar trends.

...Just like a Celtic goddess who would choose revenge because of unrequited love.

Even though the two powerful chief gods Ares, the god of war, and Poseidon, the god of the sea, failed, Eris, who was not even one of the twelve chief gods, still did not give up!

Of course—after all, she is also a triune goddess in the Celtic mythology next door.

Although Eris does not hold the position of a chief god, her strength, cunning, and ability to cause trouble far surpass those of Ares, the god of war, making her far more fearsome and difficult to deal with.

But since Ares was the son of Hera, the queen of the gods, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and could directly assume the prestigious title of God of War.

Among the twelve main gods, how could he, with his numerous defeats, possibly become the God of War?

Although Eris and Ares are sister goddesses (or brother goddesses), she is not related to Hera by blood.

That's right, she has a connection with Ares, but not with Hera.

It's ridiculous—but it's so Greek!

In the Iliad, Eris is the sister of Ares, the god of war, and her image is often confused with that of another goddess, Enyo.

In reality, neither Eris nor Enyo has any connection to Hera.

There is a saying in mythology—

Ares was born from Hera, so as Ares's companion god, Enyo or Eris might have been born at the same time as Eros, who accompanied Aphrodite at her birth.

Because of this symbiotic relationship, the two, who share similar authority and sources of power, have a sisterly connection, which suggests that they are as close and inseparable as siblings.

In reality, however, Eris wished Ares would die sooner, so that as a goddess whose power originated from the same source, she could rightfully inherit the authority and power of the god of war.

With her ability to manipulate people and play with right and wrong, the power of war, which the God of War had reduced to a second-rate authority, would probably become the most terrifying divine authority in the Greek world in her hands.

After all, the concept of war is just too flawed.

As long as she can keep stirring up conflict among the gods and keep the war going forever, the other gods will only get weaker and weaker, while Eris will only get stronger and stronger.

Stirring up trouble everywhere—isn't that exactly what this discordant goddess excels at?

Moreover, Eris has a strength that is hard to define as either a weakness or a strength: she is bold enough that, despite not being one of the twelve Olympian gods, she is not afraid to offend any of them.

such as--

At this moment, Eris, who had seized Athena's retinue and was plotting something, appeared.

With Diomedes completely unguarded and treating her as a goddess, Eris's chaotic divine power of controlling the mind easily invaded the spirit of this powerful hero.

“Very good, that’s it—” When this alluring goddess got a new toy and came up with a fun idea, a charming smile curved her lips.

Would you like my grand gift? Athena, and—Griffith!

We'll be able to see each other again soon.

A hero who could even defeat Poseidon and Ares, ahhh—! His noble soul, having accomplished the feat of slaying a god, is truly dazzling.

I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it—I'm getting even more crazy, I'm missing it even more.

The goddess of discord isn't so easy to get rid of, Griffith!

Even now, when Eris recalls the three shots that killed the God of War and the God of the Sea, her gaze remains somewhat lost and mesmerized.

It's wet!

In the Celtic mythology world, she is a complete romantic, gentle goddess who can be the earth goddess or the goddess of agriculture, but when she goes crazy, she can transform into a mad goddess who is the god of war, strife, and discord.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ye was dreaming again.

It was a familiar dream.

Just like the scene I dreamed of after I had just finished fighting three wars and was in a deep sleep.

This time, the images in my dream were much clearer.

It was like a prophecy or a dream.

But he was certain that the story inside had absolutely nothing to do with him.

If the scene before me gives me any sense of déjà vu...

That's like the connection between the Heroic Spirits and their Masters in the neighboring Moon World.

After signing the contract, the Master may have a chance to see their Servant's past experiences while in a deep sleep and learn about their past.

Let's make a bold assumption and guess: this is the past experiences of someone who signed a contract with us.

Currently, the only beings with similar contracts to themselves are Little Red Dragon and Athena.

This dream occurred before Athena was created, so it obviously has nothing to do with Athena.

Then the only possibility is Helena, the Red Dragon.

The moment Ye realized this, he suddenly felt the connection become clearer, and the scene before him gradually became more organized and clear.

The covenant within our souls is burning hot.

Perhaps because Ye had recently used too much of the Red Dragon's power and bloodline to nourish himself, he sometimes worried that he might overdo it and be beaten to death by Helena... After all, his combat intensity had been quite high recently, and he was always evolving at the limit, on the verge of death.

On the other hand, it seems like I'm getting closer and closer to that guy. Is it possible for these precognitive dreams to become clearer or more blurry depending on how far away I am?

What's wrong with the signal...?

And the signal is restored.

In the darkness, a strange ancient Greek palace appeared, followed by Helena, whose face was familiar but whose hair and eye colors were different.

At this moment, she was dressed in a gorgeous long dress and looked as dazzling and radiant as a princess, but her eyes were filled with worry.

Night: ? What is this...?

He remembered that Helena was the Red Dragon Queen, born from the ley lines, the Carthaginian Dragon, the Princess of the Dead.

Despite having the name of a princess, she is a girl who has lived in the afterlife—the Roman underworld—since birth.

The world before us is the present world, and the person before us is also a living person.

Boom! Just then, Ye heard a thunderclap. After the thunder, as familiar as the one in her previous dream, a heavy pressure was felt in the space.

A sense of unease and danger crept into the night.

This made him unable to resist trying to summon the power of the God of Destruction to resist.

Unexpectedly, he was still able to mobilize his power in this dreamlike world. Although he could not sense the Sun Spear and the Moon Arrow, at the critical moment, the Arrow of Artemis in his soul triggered a reaction and came out on its own to protect him.

This made Ye murmur softly: —! Artemis…!

What a reassuring and gentle deity!

Thinking of the night of the goddess of the hunt, and the divine arrow that would appear autonomously to protect its master in every moment of crisis, he still felt heartwarmed even though he hadn't used it in battle many times, and his favorability towards it soared.

With the combined power of the God of Destruction and Artemis's arrow, the palpitation disappeared.

Then——

As Ye looked up, a portal of light appeared in the palace.

Then the portal of light transformed into a gigantic energy head.

After just one glance at the head, a strong intuition told him to quickly lower his head, as if he would be discovered if he looked any longer, even though it was clearly a dream.

But something terrible seems to happen after they're discovered—

My intuition reminded me of this.

Knowing that he was still in the Greek world and had no idea how this dream was connected to Greece, he refrained from recklessly trying to peer into the head that was taller than the gate.

Even though it was just a fleeting glimpse, the face of that energy head seemed somewhat familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

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If the face seemed familiar just moments before, the next moment, accompanied by lightning, thunder, storm clouds outside the window, and a majestic voice from within the palace, brought a profound sense of déjà vu.

“Lift your head and look at me—my dear daughter, have you thought it through?”

Destruction, or rebirth?

Zeus—!!

Although he had only heard it once, Ye felt that it was the voice of Zeus, the king of the gods.