Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Helen was about to cry from anger—what did this man take her for?

If it were just one person doing it, and we were discovered, given Father's favoritism towards Paris, he would surely punish us. But if we all enjoy it together—even Paris wouldn't look at this woman anymore; at most, he would treat her as a plaything.

"The most noble prince of Troy's future wife can't possibly be a promiscuous slut. That's why I'm taking pity on you and preparing to enjoy Helen with you all—! Don't tell us you're chickening out now."

As Ipobus spoke, he looked around and saw his brothers gradually recovering, and a look of hesitation and restlessness appeared on his face.

He couldn't help but reveal a contemptuous smile—!

Sure enough, he knew no one could hold back.

As the saying goes, the law does not punish the masses. There is such a good opportunity to have sex with the most beautiful woman in all of Greece, a chance that even Odysseus and Theseus could not have.

For a man, that sense of accomplishment is no less than having sex with Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty.

“I agree—!” said one of the princes.

Then the other princes also agreed, and in the end, not one of them refused.

In broad daylight, a group of beasts openly discussed in the corridor how to divide Helen, without any regard for their personal image, and even engaged in some stimulating and unusual sexual positions.

On the other hand, the scene of Helen trembling and beginning to take off her clothes in humiliation or sorrow, as Ipoposs had imagined, was quite different.

Helen's expression was unusually calm at this moment...

She won't let these people succeed, even if it means death!

He had always been very timid and dared not face his brothers and sisters, Paris's life of living under someone else's roof was coming to an end.

She should pull herself together, even if it's just for her own sake.

So—"My other self, please lend me your power...!"

Chapter 192 Ahh, my King's Power! It's broken!

"Have you finally figured it out? I told you long ago... This world is not beautiful at all, it's even rude and brutal. If we don't become stronger—with our beauty, we're destined to become playthings for so-called heroes." Helen's voice echoed within this body.

The little red dragon awoke upon hearing the call and responded.

Seeing that girl who had always been weak and evasive finally have the courage to face difficulties head-on.

A slight smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

Perhaps even the real Helen herself didn't realize it.

Actually, it's in that lost memory of the Age of Gods.

In the past, she and her maid had a very good relationship; they were friends. However, due to the difference in their social status, the maid always treated her with a somewhat humble attitude.

This humility remained unchanged even after Zeus transformed her into Helen, replacing the Spartan princess and bestowing upon her a bewitching beauty blessed by the gods.

Perhaps this is why Helen (Helena) loved so humbly in the myth.

A true princess's confidence never needs to be cultivated.

Growing up in a pampered family, she didn't become as spoiled as Paris, but she was as bright, confident, and poised as the sun.

She awoke from this body and considered herself to be the 'second personality'. (Subconsciously, she also knew she was 'Helen,' so since this body was also named Helen, they must be the same person.)

After discovering the girl's vulnerable side, the little red dragon tried to help her change.

I never imagined that instilling the survival of the fittest and natural selection in dragons for so long would be so ineffective.

It was actually for Griffith's sake that the girl herself made the change.

Although it was just a change from being timid and hesitant to—'Save me, Miss Helen!'

But at least it's some progress. However, just as the strongest substitute was about to go live, having strengthened his body considerably by replenishing his magic power over the past two days, he should be able to handle these mediocre heroes without issue—

The dragon's keen intuition allowed the little red dragon to sense something, after which it suddenly fell silent.

There's a really annoying and terrifying guy watching this place right now!

This sudden threat seems to have an even bigger force testing the waters behind it.

It felt as if the moment she showed herself, she would be met with a devastating cataclysm that would destroy the world; a sense of dread crept into Helen's heart.

What is that?!

And why did it make her feel some hatred?

This power felt very familiar, even somewhat similar to the power within his own body.

On the other side, Helen, while not exactly full of confidence, was relieved, thinking that her other self would take over her 'body' and was prepared to do nothing. She just stood there, somewhat stunned.

One second passed, two seconds passed, and nothing changed.

Ipobus was getting impatient. His gaze lingered on Helen's smooth, pink skin, which was covered by her dress, and he couldn't wait to experience the feeling of touching it.

And even further, to explore the dreamscapes that we previously only dared to fantasize about.

He stepped forward and was about to violently tear off Helen's clothes.

Helen was truly terrified this time. She tried to escape, but she was far slower than the other party. The moment she saw that giant hand approaching, the thought of her future being tainted filled her with despair just by imagining those images.

In her panic, she even forgot about the protective measures Zeus had left her.

She crouched down, covering her head with her hands, and narrowly avoided the attack.

At the same time, no matter how much he called out in his heart, the other self remained silent.

It's as if there was never another version of myself from beginning to end.

It was all just a figment of her imagination—a friend in the air.

Faced with harsh reality, the only option is to accept this blow.

No, don’t—!

Just as the girl was crying and tears were falling, and seeing that the 'Helen' who had frightened her last time still hadn't appeared, Ipobus breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time his movements became even more exaggerated and rough.

"What are you waiting for? Come at me! Do you want me to help you get dressed?" After Ipobus shouted, the remaining brothers followed and surrounded Helen, blocking her way.

Damn it! Although Helen hadn't come out, she remained conscious and saw everything. She couldn't just sit and wait to die any longer. Even though her sense of danger was still very strong, it was time for her to take action.

Sudden--

Whoosh! An arrow suddenly flew from afar and pierced through Ipobus's palm.

Immediately, Ipobus let out a terrifying scream.

He was kneeling on the ground, clutching his left wrist, roaring wildly with tears streaming down his face. If he were to shout "My King's Power!" at that moment, the scene would be even more vivid.

What? Who?!

Paris's brothers were all terrified.

As footsteps approached, Ye, dressed in a loose-fitting ancient Greek-style robe, walked from the other end of the corridor.

When you see night...

"Griffith... Griffith!" Before seeing the man, these people could still intimidate him by pretending to be powerful, but when they actually saw the legendary hero who slew the gods in person...

Everyone panicked!

They really don't want to fight that kind of monster.

Meanwhile, Ipopois was still holding his hand, which was riddled with tomato juice from being shot through it. He looked up, sweating profusely, and suddenly discovered something horrifying.

He thought his palm had been pierced by an arrow, but when he saw Griffith holding a small harp, he realized that...

What did the opponent just use to launch the attack?!

There were indeed no broken arrows or anything like that on the ground.

So it's something that looks like an arrow, but isn't an arrow; it's even an invisible attack!?

It couldn't possibly be done with that harp...

How could such an absurd thing happen? No matter how outstanding one's martial arts skills are, it's impossible to use a string to pull the air and shoot out an attack like an arrow.

However, Ipobus did not expect that Ye had indeed used the strings of his harp to pull the air and casually launched an attack.

Night had previously studied how to use harp strings as weapons, and after receiving many archery techniques from Artemis, Night, who already possessed superb musical talent and could occasionally use magic to make the harp strings perform some special functions, further explored the possibility of using them in battle.

With just a flick of the finger, one can kill swiftly and silently; the speed of attack is as fast as the speed of sound.

This method is perfect for clearing out small fry and mobs.

That's right, you guys are the real trash!

“No, it’s none of my business, Griffith.”

"No. That's right, we were just passing by and watching the show." The princes were already quite timid when they opened their mouths.

At this moment, Griffith was just standing there and hadn't done anything to them yet. They had been terrified by the attack just now and were scrambling to apologize and distance themselves from Ipobus, saying that it had nothing to do with them. Now, they all looked like they were facing imminent disaster and wanted to run away.

As for these pathetic acts of foolishness, and their naiveté that they thought would get them off the hook, Ye slowly closed his eyes and then gently plucked the strings again.

‘! ’

The next moment, under immense pressure, Ipobus, who had been staring intently at the night, witnessed that scene, especially the instant those slender fingers plucked the strings.

Really... with a harp?

"—!!"

Chapter 193 Griffin, with his extreme bloodlust, feared Troy wasn't violent enough.

No way……

Several invisible arrows flew past his ears, even slicing through Ipobus's fairly handsome face, leaving it torn open and bleeding profusely.

But the physical pain is far less than the mental fear.

real--!

There really are people who can launch a deadly attack simply by plucking the strings of a musical instrument.

Even Hector couldn't have done this, you monster!

The screams that came from behind and the spray of blood that began to splatter all over him from above immediately filled Ipobos with terror, and he didn't even dare to turn his head.

They actually dared to make a move in Troy!

At this moment, the man, who had not even opened his eyes again and was as calm as if he were casually crushing a few ants, was magnified infinitely in Ipobus's mind like a death god with his eyes closed.

A silent fear began to grip his heart.