Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

The burning desire within was about to explode, a destructive urge to destroy the world driving it mad and obsessed.

Even so, Ipopoos, who still retained a shred of rationality, did not lose his mind and give up like Paris. Instead, he put on a strange and ugly smile and began to comfort Paris, trying his best to appear as a brother.

"Don't worry, Paris, things might not be as bad as you think. Maybe it's just your imagination..."

However, at this moment, Ipobus actually wished he could tear his useless brother, who couldn't even keep an eye on his own wife, to pieces.

Paris—you useless coward!!

If I had known you were such a useless piece of trash, I should have made my move sooner!

Ipobos's heart was bleeding at that moment!

But what if it isn't?

Just as Paris harbored a sliver of hope, Ipobus also held onto a sliver of hope—perhaps Paris was mistaken?

How could Helen, that woman, have the audacity to betray Paris?

This is Troy, after all.

Far from home, all alone and helpless, how could Helen, who had offended the Trojan prince, possibly survive?

Ifobos did not think Helen was such a foolish woman.

"Paris! Take me to see her. Maybe you're mistaken. Helen has just put on a little makeup. She's the most beautiful woman in the world. Since leaving home, she hasn't dressed up much. Now that she's tidied up a bit, she'll naturally become even more beautiful."

Paris's eyes lit up: ...!

That's right. Perhaps I really did see it wrong.

Although the makeup techniques of Greek women in the Age of Gods were not as evil as modern-day head transplants.

However, good makeup still has a significant impact on a woman's beauty.

At this point, Paris desperately wanted the truth to be as it was, so the two self-deceiving men traveled together.

When they arrived at the palace where Helen was, they did not see her.

Paris flew into a rage—!

He angrily questioned those responsible for guarding Helen, asking where Helen had gone.

The guards were also in a panic, having no idea what was going on. Since Paris left, Helen had been locked in the room and no one had come out.

The timeline jumps back to when Paris went to find Ifobus.

Paris had just left.

Helen's eyes changed color, and the substitute player was back online.

That's not enough to stop a red dragon.

The more Paris forbade them to leave, the more she wanted to leave.

As an apex predator, it is destined not to be bound by any rules, unless the power of that rule far exceeds its own power.

But it was clear that neither Paris nor the guards at the gate were weaklings.

When 'Helen' left the room, the guards' dynamic vision couldn't even catch a glimpse of her.

The girl followed the familiar scent and found Night, who was still in Princess Raedik's palace.

Then——

Under Princess Raedik's astonished gaze, 'Helen' eagerly begged for food and offered it to her.

She originally planned to launch a night raid, but since it's daytime now, she'll make something simple. Dragon blood is rich in magic and is the most delicious food.

Even when made into cream puffs, the taste and nutrition are top-notch.

Although it's currently in substitute mode, this body is too weak and needs strengthening.

Miss Red Dragon, who had never felt so weak before, could not tolerate this 'weak' state and needed to recover quickly!!

After Helen touched everything with her little hands, she became self-sufficient and found her own food.

night:! ! !

wait--!

I sensed that something was wrong with Helen.

It's true what they say, they're kindred spirits. Kindred spirits understand kindred spirits best, and immediately realized that the other's physical body couldn't keep up with the strength of their soul, causing them to go into berserk mode.

If it is not alleviated.

night:……

Well, I guess I'll just have to work harder.

However, Helen didn't give them a chance to act at night. She completely ignored the presence of Raodick and started drinking milk.

"Thank you for the treat!" After an unknown amount of time, Helen, who had finally managed to drink the milk and looked very satisfied, experienced a surge in her magic power.

Yoruichi recalled how she had always drawn power from the little red dragon through a soul contract during each battle, and now the other party was drawing her magic power.

What sustainable, infinitely recyclable resources?

After the rampage ended, Helena finally remembered what she had just done. Even she felt it was too bold and couldn't take it anymore. A rare blush appeared on her face.

Is this finally the time to feel ashamed?

Just as Ye looked at the blushing little face, Helena seemed unable to bear Ye's gaze any longer and logged off.

Helen, who had just been given a new number, looked at the hero in front of her with a confused and adorable expression.

He unconsciously licked the unfinished milk foam from the corner of his mouth.

Hmm... what is this... what does it taste like?

Sure enough, apart from dragons, no one would find the taste strange.

Chapter 187 Like a green apple ripening, Ipopois: I want to pick up the old!

The real Helen was satisfied, and then went offline.

But it left behind a weak-willed young girl, no... she should be called a young woman now.

*Sobbing*

When I woke up, I found myself back in my natural state.

Even how he climbed down was a blur. He stumbled and bumped into something he shouldn't have, and quickly pulled his hand back. His face turned bright red.

She wanted to get dressed to go home but found that all her clothes were torn, so she had to borrow some from Princess Raedik.

The shame made her too ashamed to even look up.

"Your Highness, please don't look at me like that. Helen will feel embarrassed..." Helen said softly and uncomfortably, her gaze darting away.

Finally, under Laodick's emotionless, smiling gaze, he changed into his own clothes.

Laodick: "! This is the second time!"

She muttered something under her breath.

Damn it, she hasn't even reached home base yet, and this woman has already done it twice.

Whose home turf is this anyway?!

Meanwhile, Helen suddenly exclaimed in surprise. It turned out that Laodick's clothes were too small. When she pulled up the back tie, the front suddenly ripped open with a tearing sound.

The sight of the mountain peaks, seemingly about to burst forth, immediately darkened Laodick's face when he looked up and saw this scene.

Although both are petite, her body was still developing, while Helen was already an adult and perfectly developed.

No wonder Griffith loved it so much.

When Helen looked at her pitifully, seemingly realizing she had made a mistake, she said she would return an even prettier dress to Her Highness later.

Raodick then found him a looser-fitting outfit.

We can't just watch them go back completely naked.

Besides——

Something interesting might happen next.

Watching Helen leave in a hurry, as if fleeing in panic, she didn't even dare to look at Griffith's retreating figure once more.

Laodick's lips curled into a smile, already anticipating an impending storm.

Although she managed to lure Helen to Griffiths and let him taste the most beautiful woman in Greece, it didn't come without a price.

Even if she wanted to fool Paris and Priam, it wouldn't be easy.

Unless she reveals her identity as a deity, but that would expose her and render her identity useless.

But this time it wasn't her order; Helen came over on her own initiative to have an affair.

To be honest—Laodic inherited some of Aphrodite's ideas, believing that love between men and women is human nature. She didn't object to Griffith having other women, but he repeatedly ran away and had affairs in front of her...

This princess has no interest in cleaning up his mess.

Although doing so might result in Griffiths also getting involved.

but--

For a true hero, such a romantic encounter is hardly an ordeal.

How many heroes in Greece were hunted down for having affairs with other kings' wives and daughters?

If you can win to the end and kill until no one dares to pursue you, then everyone will only sing your praises and regard you as an object of worship. At that time, this can become a good story.

People only believe that the hero is the true love.

While most people who dared to do this would inevitably meet their demise, Griffith was no imitation of that caliber.

Thinking of the powerful radiance he had witnessed countless times in the shadows, Laodick's love burned like a flame.

A mist of moisture settled on her innocent face once more, her eyes gradually becoming hazy, and she exuded an alluring charm. From her slightly parted, tender red lips, she softly murmured her favorite name—"Griffith!"

"I'm here." Night.

However, even Raedik noticed the problem, so Night naturally noticed it as well.

Although the princess's current obedient and waiting appearance is very tempting, and there seems to be some expectation in her eyes, now the two of them are finally alone again.