Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

How dare he!!

We clearly didn't succeed.

Even if they succeeded, according to Ifobus's original plan, the other side would not actually kill them for a Helen who was already rotten.

That would cause them to completely turn against Troy.

Without the protection of Troy, where could the whole of Greece go?

It was precisely because of this that Ipohs had the confidence to actively provoke Helen that he felt his brain shut down, his lips began to tremble with cold, and he desperately began to think of a way to survive.

'What gave you the illusion that an ant can threaten a dragon?' Although Night said nothing, his very presence seemed to be telling Ipobus what true power was.

When a person's strength reaches a certain level, he himself becomes his greatest trump card and reliance.

Not to mention that for Ye, it wouldn't matter if he were hunted down by all the Greek gods.

What doesn't kill him makes him stronger.

A rollback and a fresh start always offer a glimmer of hope.

On the other side, unlike Ipobus, who was stunned and seemed to have been frightened to death, this was the terrifying, closed-eyed Grim Reaper in his eyes.

In Helen's eyes, however, he was so radiant and majestic, like a savior.

Because of the loose-fitting clothes of ancient Greece, half of her chest muscles were still exposed, and her strong eight-pack abs could be vaguely seen. Even though she had touched them clearly countless times, Helen still felt her heart flutter when she saw Helen descending like a god.

She was once again captivated by that powerful charm.

Perhaps Ifobus was right; she was indeed a shameless woman. Helen, her face slightly flushed, felt a shame and a sense of injustice about her own actions and thoughts that she could hardly accept…

But she couldn't suppress the impulse in her heart. She had clearly decided not to bother such a hero, but at this moment she couldn't help but want to throw herself into his arms and act cute.

When the mind thinks this way, the body has already subconsciously followed suit.

When Helen came to her senses, she had already buried her head in Night's arms right in front of Ifobus.

Because of her frantic escape, her shoes were nowhere to be found. Barefoot, Helen knelt on the ground being hugged. She felt embarrassed by her childlike behavior of asking for a hug and quickly changed the subject.

The two seemed to have completely forgotten the bloody atmosphere.

Helen: "Did you kill them?"

Night: "No... I cut off those people's hands and feet."

Helen: !!

Helen wasn't so saintly as to say things like "this is too cruel." Even if Ye killed these people, it was for her own sake.

Instead, she began to worry because she would implicate Ye.

Just when she thought the Night would punish Ipobus in the same way, at least he wouldn't die, as long as he didn't die...

Considering the many gods who protect Lord Griffith, His Majesty Priam wouldn't completely turn against him, would he?

however--

Helen, who had just thought that, chuckled!

As night gently plucked the strings, Ipobus's head flew several meters into the air, finally spiraling back and landing somewhere outside the corridor.

Suddenly——

The princes who were still wailing in agony have stopped screaming.

They looked at Griffith in fear.

"You...you killed him, you killed Ifobus?" The princes, who had thought they had at least survived by chance, suddenly felt unsafe.

One moment this god of death was gently comforting the most beautiful woman in all of Greece, and the next moment, without saying a word, he suddenly chopped off Ipobos's head.

This is completely disregarding the consequences; they've gone completely mad!

Is he really not afraid of completely offending Troy?

The princes responded with a slight furrow in the night's brow and fingers that rested on the strings once more.

It can be said that he is 'extremely bloodthirsty'!

!!!

When the princes saw this scene, it was as if their lives were now in the hands of that harp string. The princes went mad and retreated in terror, shouting all the while.

"Do not!!!"

"Don't kill me! I'll give you anything, whatever you want!"

"Please spare me...please spare me—!"

The corridor was instantly filled with the stench of blood and urine.

Some people were so frightened that they lost control of their bladders.

Just then, a voice as beautiful as heavenly music temporarily saved their lives.

"Ugh, it stinks! Wait, you killed Ifobus? Griffith!" Princess Raedic also arrived at the scene. As she passed a prince, she accidentally stepped on his broken hand.

The man immediately let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Ah, sorry, sorry... I wasn't paying attention." Although he said this, Raodik's gaze towards these people was devoid of any emotion, and his attitude was very casual.

After all, as the embodiment of the goddess of beauty, among all the people in Troy, only Griffith could interest her; the others simply couldn't catch her eye.

She wouldn't even glance at these so-called brothers in name only.

After all, it was already quite kind of the girl, who fully understood the true nature of these things, not to directly unleash divine punishment upon these filthy men.

"This is troublesome... Although killing them is one thing, but—wait, you don't want to kill all of them too."

"Priam won't be so easy to talk to now that so many of his sons have died at once," Laodick said with some worry and anxiety.

She guessed that Helen's matter might cause some trouble for Night, but Night's strength was undeniable, and as long as he didn't go too far, Priam wouldn't dare to do anything.

But this is no longer a matter of whether it's excessive or not; it's about directly killing someone's son, and even killing several of them at once.

If that old Trojan king had any backbone, he probably would have gone mad!

This is a direct and utter act of blatant disrespect! They're practically threatening Troy with violence!

P.S.: Happy New Year!

Chapter 194 Beauty as Asmita and Sadness of Cui, Odysseus: Luckily I ran fast

"Laodic sister—!! Save me!" The princes seemed to have seen a savior.

Recalling Ifobus's words, it seems that not only Helen, but also Raodick have been serving this powerful hero these past few days.

Perhaps if Wang Mei whispered something in their ear, they could survive.

Those who saw him as their hope for survival, even the one whose hand had been broken earlier, was now sweating profusely from the pain but dared not be angry. Instead, they looked at Laodik with hopeful eyes.

They were all waiting for Raodick to plead for their help.

However, who would have thought that Raodick, who was just a moment ago trying to persuade Night not to kill them all, would suddenly say, "Don't get the wrong idea... I actually want to kill you all more than Griffith does. To be honest—if I weren't worried about causing him more trouble, I would want to do it myself right now."

ha? !

The princes were immediately dumbfounded.

What's going on? They're siblings!

Why is it that my little sister, whom I don't usually care about, is more interested in killing them?

Upon seeing that delicate face that didn't seem to be lying, many princes turned green with embarrassment, feeling a chill run down their spines.

At this moment, Raedik the Younger made no attempt to hide the disgust in his eyes for these men.

The night's response was simply to pluck the strings once more.

He wouldn't let the other person go just because they were related to Hector by blood.

Unlike Queen Herkuba before her, the things these people tried to do to Helen deserved to die a thousand times over.

That night, as the strings of the zither were strummed, a burst of delicious watermelons gushed into the sky.

In an instant, the hustle and bustle of the world seemed to disappear, and silence returned.

The princes, unable to accept this despair until their very last moment, never understood why they were killed for this reason.

One moment they were VIP players on Earth, young and wealthy, living a life of luxury; the next moment they were all turned into watermelon juice.

A light red rain began to fall from the sky. Helen was held in Night's arms, but both of them, including Raedik, were still covered in blood.

For a moment, all the handsome and beautiful people were tinged with a bewitching beauty.

"—! So—why don't you go hide at my temple for a while? And this kind of attack is so unladylike, it's really making a mess of things." Seeing that things had come to this point, Laodick didn't say anything more, but instead subtly encouraged Night to go to the Temple of the Goddess of Beauty.

But if he wanted to, he would have gone to the temple of Artemis or Athena long ago.

Even after taking down several people, Ye still has no intention of running away.

Looking at the blood falling from the sky, Ye, who had been so focused on making the watermelon fly up and look cool that he had completely forgotten about this, casually replied, "Be careful next time..."

Raodick grumbled once, then used magic to cleanse his body, keeping the bloody rain out.

At the very moment she used the power of the goddess of beauty, the princess sensed something and her expression suddenly changed.

"Wait, there's someone else—! Behind that wall over there!" Little Raedik had barely finished speaking.

Night had already begun to play its strings, and with a deafening roar, the wall outside the corridor collapsed.

"It's me!!! Odysseus, don't do anything—I'm here to deliver something!" Behind the collapsed ruins, Odysseus, terrified, kept shouting.

At this point, they didn't even care whether loudly revealing their identity would attract the attention of the guards.

It turns out that Odysseus had just sneaked in today, originally planning to find out where Griffith lived, then just throw away all the things he needed to send and leave.

He had no intention of meeting the other party, but the outcome was neither good nor bad luck.

They encountered such a scene right away, fearing that if they spoke any later, they would be directly shattered by the invisible sound waves.

When he saw that the night had stopped, Odysseus quickly explained his purpose and delivered Agamemnon and Achilles' words and gifts.

After finishing, Odysseus left in a hurry, as if afraid that Griffith would suddenly stab him in the back.

If the other party were to disregard past favors and attempt to harm him, even a hundred of them wouldn't be a match for Griffith.

Even after leaving the palace, I was still a little scared. When I looked up and saw the sun on the horizon, I felt as if I were Odysseus, who had been reborn.