Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Hector never doubted the character of the man who had stayed overnight. From the fact that he had gone into the heart of Greece in anonymity for Troy and had come all the way here with nothing, he was honestly very impressed with him.

He remembered every thought-provoking word he spoke with Ye Chang: protecting the country, defending the people, and revering his own God—a person he truly admired… yet he killed his own brother.

Unexpectedly, the joy of the reunion was replaced by such a shocking change in less than a few days.

Just as Hector was feeling pain—

Night spoke up: "If I leave them to you, will these guys die, Hector?"

Hiss! 6. The surrounding heroes gasped in shock at Ye's words and their ruthlessness.

These princes must be put to death.

People could tell that he never intended to let these princes go from the beginning, and he had no regrets even now.

Hector opened his mouth wide, but was rendered speechless by the retort.

No matter how despicable he was, he was still his brother, and he truly couldn't bring himself to kill him. And the old King Priam couldn't possibly watch his son die; at most, he would punish him and then let the matter drop.

After all, being a prince comes with privileges, and even if he makes a mistake, he can't really be punished the same as a commoner.

Seeing Hector speechless, Night smiled faintly: "Do you understand now? Since I've told you this, these guys will at most learn a lesson, but I've already sentenced them to death for their actions."

“You are too arrogant!!! Hero Griffith! Do you think you represent the will of God? Or do you think this is justice? You have no right to judge the lives of my sons—!” Priam shouted angrily.

Night let out a soft laugh, a knowing laugh that wasn't meant to be sarcastic, but it made Priam's anger burn even more fiercely.

Night: "So what?"

When that noble, sun-like figure raised his head, slightly opened his eyes, and looked down in the direction of the king to utter those words, there was neither respect nor contempt in his eyes; it was as if nothing existed before him...

There was nothing in front of him that was worthy of his attention.

The aura emanating from the hero Griffith was so powerful that it terrified many of the other heroes.

Then, in an incredibly powerful voice, he suddenly uttered words that sent chills down people's spines, made their hair stand on end, and made their blood boil.

Night spoke up: "Those who possess absolute power and roam this land have established all order, the law of the food chain: the strong prey on the weak."

"I don't need to represent justice, or rather—let's just define me as evil, it doesn't matter—even if that power is temporarily defined as something dark and ugly, as long as victory is achieved in the end... then even black can become the color of justice!!"

"Until then, if you wish to use this to question and attack me, then let me be the 'evil'! Until one side completely subdues the other with force—want to try?"

"Is the justice in your heart more sacred, or will my evil ultimately become a dark form of justice?"

With a boom, Ye's aura extended to almost all the heroes present as he finished speaking. His deep, star-like eyes peered through the heroes and gazed at the distant sky.

They were clearly looking this way, but everyone could see them clearly; they couldn't make their own reflections appear in the man's eyes at all.

Just how powerful had he become at this point?

They couldn't even make them all considered enemies or challenges.

The moment people realized this, they were both terrified and furious.

Priam was instantly stunned and seemed to freeze in place.

no--

I was just too angry, so I lashed out at you. I didn't really want to fight you, you monster.

Is it really necessary to be so disrespectful?!

The old king and his heroes thus reached a stalemate with Griffith.

But none of the heroes showed the slightest fighting spirit on their faces.

How could this be? At this moment, it was as if not one person was surrounded, but all of them.

In a space where even time is gradually forgotten, where each second seems to stretch endlessly, making everyone feel that each day is an eternity.

*Gulp*... Someone swallowed hard. Are they going to start fighting right away?

So, which side will they stand on, and who will they help?!

Meanwhile, the old King Priam's face turned pale and then flushed, and finally—as the atmosphere gradually cooled to freezing point, and it seemed that an irreversible conflict was about to erupt.

In the end, we simply didn't have the courage to lead everyone to challenge this hero who had already smashed the heads of Ares, the god of war, and Poseidon, the god of the sea.

Priam suddenly changed his attitude and relented: "I leave this matter to you, Hector—my most capable son. I trust that with your wisdom and impartiality you will be able to determine the best course of action."

The old king suddenly sighed, said this to Hector beside him, and then turned and walked away... His back seemed to have aged considerably in an instant.

Well, if he hadn't already reached the corner, he would have loved to accelerate and run away from this dangerous place as quickly as possible.

Priam ultimately backed down.

But not backing down was not an option. What finally made Priam decide to yield was that he had just seen Hector's complex expression, which contained no murderous intent or anger.

Instead, feelings of self-blame and guilt were written all over his face—he seemed to be extremely remorseful for not being able to educate his younger brothers properly when they were still young.

If their main fighting force has already lost its will to fight, what's the point of fighting?

They're gone!

With Priam's departure, Griffiths temporarily emerged victorious in this contest.

Similarly, many heroes, led by Hector, had his theory deeply etched into their minds, and probably would never forget it for the rest of their lives.

This is a stunning and impactful scene today.

Black justice? Who defines justice? If you think I am evil, then I will act as evil to overthrow all justice!

Holy crap! That was amazing!

Although it felt a little embarrassing to say that so many people were intimidated by Griffith alone at the time.

But looking back on it now, I feel a surge of excitement. That's what it feels like to be a real man!

Even Pentessilia was once again drawn to the radiance emanating from the night.

This time, it wasn't the charm of that face, nor the posture of unleashing wild instincts, but rather the compelling survival philosophy of a strong person.

True strength doesn't need the approval of others; true strength lies in self-affirmation! If the world doesn't approve of me, then I'll destroy the entire world.

What kind of "welcome to the top of the food chain" comment is this?!

At the same time, people did not expect Griffiths to be so tough.

What's even more unexpected is that Priam just ran away like that?

After Priam left, seeing that there was no more excitement to watch, the other heroes also wisely made excuses and hurriedly left one after another.

In the end, only Hector frowned as he looked at the mess on the ground.

Sigh!

With a final sigh, Hector made no attempt to punish Night. Clearly, he was about to disappoint his father once again.

The clever man grasped the other layer of meaning in Priam's last words, but he didn't intend to 'understand' it.

However, just as Hector was about to turn a blind eye and let the matter end completely...

However, the situation was no longer under his control.

Chapter 197 Odysseus: Athena, you tricked me!

The father had no idea how much Griffith had sacrificed for Troy.

No matter what, I just can't bring myself to actually fight him... and—

Hector knew that he was probably no match for his opponent now.

He had used all his strength in that final battle, but if Ye hadn't deliberately held back, he would have lost—or even died.

Now Griffith has heard that he has also received the blessings of the sun god and the goddess Athena.

With such divine protection and enhancement, the opponent's strength will definitely not remain stagnant.

This was a battle that was destined not to happen from the very beginning, and if it did happen, they would definitely lose if they relied solely on their own strength without outside help.

Fortunately, this battle did not ultimately break out.

However, Hector thought the matter was over.

The heroes breathed a sigh of relief, believing that Odysseus had not actually come and that it was just a lie that Raedic had fabricated to protect Griffith.

It seems the Greeks aren't that powerful, able to easily infiltrate their main city.

Odysseus, completely unaware that he had just survived a near-death experience and almost been framed, arrived at Athena's temple late at night.

"Diomedes, act—!" came Odysseus's calm command.

The two, dressed in brown robes, concealed themselves in the darkness and followed the pre-discovered path to the interior of the temple, where Diomedes finally touched the statue.

And at the moment Diomedes touched the statue.

Om-! !

The statue suddenly emitted a terrifying white light.

The radiance illuminated the entire temple as if it were daytime, and night suddenly turned into day.

Odysseus: "Damn it!! Run—!!"

Odysseus was shocked, then filled with fear...

At that moment, he was just about to shout in his heart, "Athena, you tricked me!"

how come?

Why did the statue suddenly make such a big commotion? Was it a self-protection mechanism?

But they clearly came with a mission, so why is the statue of Athena resisting them?

Without time to think, Odysseus, already drenched in sweat, forced himself to calm down.

When Diomedes removed the statue, thankfully, it had already returned to its original appearance and no longer emitted any divine power.

Odysseus instructed him to wrap the body in the cloth he had brought, and then the two quickly made their way down a side path.

However, the commotion they had caused earlier had already alerted the night patrol soldiers, and now countless soldiers were heading towards the Temple of Athena.

They were surrounded!

After briefly observing the torches in the distance, I roughly knew which path I could take.

Odysseus, relying on his prior reconnaissance and well-planned route, evaded wave after wave of searches, and finally—