Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Without giving Ye much time to react, Laodick pulled back the curtain and led an equally beautiful woman into the room.

Ye opened her eyes and looked down instinctively, but what first caught her eye was not the appearance of the two people, but their bare feet pressed against the smooth ground.

The tiny, round, plump, and translucent little toes playfully smacked their lips on the water splashed from the pool on the ground.

Something as tempting as a snow-white ice cream in summer kept getting closer.

Looking further up, you see two pairs of pinkish calves wrapped only in bath towels, leading down to the distinctly curved buttocks.

The clearly defined lines of the indentation, and the allure of what lies beneath the skirt that beckons one to explore, are enough to make any man lose his mind.

Above that are her snow-white, smooth shoulders, half of her back completely exposed.

Two beautiful young women with different hair and eye colors came into view.

Only then did Ye take a good look at them and make a comparison, and she was stunned the moment she saw their exquisite faces.

Helen—…?!

Ye recognized the figure from her dream at a glance.

A beautiful girl with a face that is completely different from the real Helen—that is, Helena—yet still possesses a bewitching charm.

The most beautiful woman in Greece—her allure is absolutely no less than that of the former witch Pandora.

At this moment, the other person's azure eyes, like the starry sky, looked in this direction with a hint of fragility and melancholy.

After noticing Ye staring at him, the other person couldn't help but tighten the towel around his chest, his face turning red and his breathing becoming rapid and tense.

That's right—it was Helen who arrived.

But she had no idea what was going on; she was tricked and coerced by the goddess into coming along.

All I knew was that I had to serve a great hero.

If necessary, she would even offer her body to please him at the princess's behest, and she could not refuse no matter how outrageous the request was.

Finally—the time has come.

On the way here, Helen was filled with fear and anxiety about the future.

Since Laodike didn't say who she was to serve, would she really agree to serve a hero who was incredibly ugly and looked like a chimpanzee?

But when Helen tried to refuse, he retorted, "If you dare refuse, I'll seduce you, strip naked, and seduce King Priam!"

They also wanted him to seduce the old king while countless heroes were holding lavish banquets.

Just thinking about that horrific scene, regardless of whether Priam can resist the temptation, or how the other heroes will view her, is enough to make one wonder.

How will the world view her?

Paris might, no... he definitely would draw his sword and kill himself.

Faced with such a terrible future, Helen chose the lesser of two evils and ultimately succumbed to immense humiliation.

It is worth noting that, for some reason, supposedly because she was kidnapped by heroes like Theseus and almost forced into a marriage, she developed psychological trauma, lost her memories of the first ten years of her life, and even became very resistant to male heroes because of it.

This led to her father choosing a husband for her from among many heroes and passing on the title of King of Sparta to him.

However, she never had any physical contact with the Spartan king during this entire process.

The great god Zeus, taking pity on the psychological trauma she suffered because of that incident, bestowed upon her the same pure light as Artemis.

This meant she had never done "that" with her husband, but now she was going to do it with a strange hero—ooh…!

Chapter 177 Fourteen years and several thousand months old, right? Why is this old woman acting like a virgin?

Helen's husband, the King of Sparta, even mocked him for not being able to touch the most beautiful woman in the world because he kept this secret...

For this reason, the King of Sparta even secretly adopted a girl, claiming her as his and Helen's offspring.

It was because the great god Zeus protected its purity.

Although this pure light humiliated and angered the King of Sparta, and even made him vaguely suspect whether the god-king had some kind of inappropriate relationship with his wife.

After all, Alexandre Dumas's reputation as Zeus is well-known.

However, he was troubled by the lack of evidence and dared not anger the god-king, so he could only accept his fate as the victim.

After the events of Helen's seduction and Paris's escape from Troy.

The King of Sparta, enraged, sought the help of his brother Agamemnon, which led to the start of the Trojan War.

Perhaps it was because he knew that no one could touch Helen against her will, and he was unwilling to believe that his charm would be defeated by that blond-haired boy, Paris.

After the Trojan War, he, who was supposed to kill Helen, seemed to have discovered something and chose to reconcile with his beautiful wife.

But things are different now...

Princess Raedic threatened Helen that if she were to serve another, even the purest light could no longer protect her.

That requires resistance from one's own will to trigger it.

However, to be fair, the Greeks played it in a very perverse way.

Theseus, who once abducted Helen, was a hero of the same era as Queen Hippolyta.

Hippolyta is Penthesilea's eldest sister.

Like Pentessilia, Helen is still very young.

Well—that is, some young children.

Even after experiencing the Theseus incident at the age of fourteen, from growing up and getting married to the current Trojan War, not much time has actually passed.

At an age when they should still be studying in the ivory tower, or even still in high school, they would be in high school.

But in Greece, it had become prey in the eyes of countless heroes, fought over and coveted.

She even became a young mother.

Even Raodic, the smaller incarnation of Athena, is now quite petite.

When two young, vibrant lives stepped into the room.

Seeing their natural state after returning to nature, I realized that they seemed to be still very young.

He didn't immediately ask Helen's identity, nor did he pursue her uninvited arrival. Instead, he subconsciously asked a profound question: "Laodic—how old are you now?"

"Fourteen years old!!" The princess was slightly taken aback, then revealed a playful smile and held up one finger as she spoke. Because one of her hands was free, the corner of the clothes that had been pressed down on her chest was slightly lifted and then fell down, without her caring at all.

Her tiny feet moved so lightly, as if she wanted to dance indoors.

Seeing the scene before him, Ye's eyelids twitched violently, and he took a breath: ...!

Very good, excellent!

I just don't know if this Raedic is a variant of the goddess Athena.

Fourteen years and several thousand months, right? What kind of eternally fourteen-year-old old woman is this?

Trying to look young, huh? Why is this old woman acting like a virgin?

Ye did not expose the other party.

This is mainly because he cannot be completely certain whether the other party is a deity.

Of course, if she were a genuine princess, that would be perfect.

If we look at it this way, Laodick should actually be Paris's sister, not her sister.

This is truly a deadly pace.

However, judging from the expressions of both Laodick and Helen at this moment, their faces were slightly flushed, whether from shyness or the high indoor temperature.

There was no sign of disgust or dislike.

It seems that, in their view, what they are doing is a perfectly normal scene in Greece.

This caused the night to fall silent—

So what exactly did Greek heroes do on a daily basis that made such things seem so natural and unassuming?

And thinking back to mythology, even Hercules could fight for three days and three nights, leaving the king with none of his daughters—oh, I forgot, he left one too.

I only let go after being rejected by the other party.

The rest were all attacked, resulting in a bloodbath.

If even Hercules, whose heroic character is considered quite good among many heroes, is like this, one can hardly imagine what the other heroes are like.

And just as the night fell silent.

The goddess of beauty and Helen kept their eyes fixed on Night without looking away for a moment.

At this moment, Helen finally realized who the hero she was to serve was.

When she saw that familiar, bewitchingly charming man, who seemed even more beautiful than herself, the most beautiful woman in Greece.

She was stunned once again...

The goddess Athena may not know that she had seen the face of this hero, Griffith, on the battlefield.

Although she was just a mortal, she inexplicably possessed a god-like perspective, allowing her to glimpse the moment when Griffith revealed his true nature on the distant battlefield, a moment that captivated even the gods.

This is the only man so beautiful that even Helen, who had a fear of heroes, couldn't feel the slightest aversion to him.

No one can feel disgust towards beauty.

Especially since Griffith's beauty has transcended national borders, mythology, and even gender.

The moment you see him, it's as if you've seen a glittering constellation of stars and a tranquil night sky.

Seeing seagulls playing on the beach, seeing the fiery clouds at sunset, and seeing cows leisurely grazing on the lush green lawn—all these things bring a sense of peace and tranquility.

It's a beautiful color that you don't want to break.

To define this hero, or this beautiful person, with any qualitative label seems like a desecration.

Because of this——

Helen was more concerned with his appearance than his heroic status.

These are all dreamlike feelings that cannot be simply described in words.

If I had to summarize it in one simple sentence...

That is--