Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Before the onlookers could react to what had happened, they gradually came to their senses—!

"Griffiths, what have you done?!" The heroes, led by King Priam, suddenly stood up.

The countless Trojans below were also in an uproar, stunned by this sudden move.

He—the hero Griffith—not only did not kill Odysseus, but he also released him in front of everyone.

At this moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ye simply and slowly threw the longsword into the high platform in front of him and inserted it steadily.

“Run from here, that’s the direction of the city gate. If you have a sword—ordinary people shouldn’t be a match for you. You only have one chance…” Night.

The angry, incredulous, or panicked voices around me had no effect on the night.

He didn't care about what others thought; perhaps it was from the moment Priam wanted to prove himself that Troy was completely abandoned by the Night.

It was never him who needed Troy, but rather Troy that needed him.

Originally, from a natural standpoint, and considering how wholeheartedly Hector helped her when she first arrived in this world, Night was determined to help Troy rewrite its ending.

however--

As it turns out, they're a bunch of hopeless idiots; if they can't be helped, then let's not bother trying.

He rescued Brises for Troy, and even Queen Hecba, so he owed Troy nothing.

Right now, he just wants to do whatever he wants!

We've already simulated the universe, and you're still going to listen to me? You old fool!

That's right, he had already made his decision with utter disappointment the moment the old king asked him to prove something...

"Shut up!!" Night suddenly turned his head and opened his eyes. A terrifying killing intent, along with his massive aura, enveloped Priam.

Like a duck whose throat has been choked, Priam's angry voice came to an abrupt halt, the powerful aura even giving him the illusion of suffocation.

At this moment, Priam realized the difference in strength between the two and dared not provoke Ye any further.

Chapter 202 Unadorned Strength: Am I Your Friend...or Your Enemy?

"A hero's name needs no self-proving...!" (Old man, you want me to prove it, so I have to prove it?!)

Night suddenly shouted, "Kill Odysseus? I refuse!"

“King Priam, I think you’ve been wrong about one thing all along.”

"What?!" Priam exclaimed in astonishment, momentarily stunned.

“Even without the protection of Troy, I am not afraid of the threat of Ares, the god of war. Having made a pact with the goddess Athena, I can draw upon her divine power when needed, and I am not afraid of any threat from any person or god.”

“I came here not because I need Troy, but because… Troy needs me!”

After this stance was made clear that night, the scene suddenly fell silent.

Priam suddenly remembered.

When he first heard that this powerful hero was going to join the Trojans, he was overjoyed, eager, and even apprehensive about how to properly receive him.

After all, Troy had very few top-tier fighters.

Although I don't want to admit it, I was able to fight against the whole of Greece with the strength of one nation.

Priam has something to be proud of that he was able to do this.

But the fact remains—no matter how you look at it, you can't shake the fact that Troy's top-tier military strength was inferior to that of Greece.

Even though Troy had the upper hand in the previous decisive battle, that was because Ajax the Great, Diomedes, and others on the opposing side had not yet taken to the field.

Troy, which once desperately needed combat power, shut this power out, fearing it greatly, and demanding that the 'Greek hero' prove himself in a way that was absolutely humiliating to him!

"You are weak, yet you have no respect for the strong. Well then—now let me teach you a lesson." Night spoke slowly, turning around unhurriedly, and walked slowly toward the old king, where all the Greek heroes were, without carrying any weapons.

Wow~! !

The sound of orderly retreat.

It was an almost instinctive, subconscious reaction. Just as Griffith turned around, a terrifying aura enveloped them, as if they had seen the roaring world dragon in that instant.

A black dragon that devours the world.

It was not humanoid, but a colossal being, like the world itself, crashing down upon us.

Humans cannot conquer the world!

Just as people instinctively fear flames and sharp blades, and anything that might harm them, at that moment, Griffith himself became a natural phenomenon that they needed to feel awe for.

—Lista Night Griffith Magrus's Little Classroom is now open!

Upon hearing the familiar name of the course, Pentessilia, one of the few heroes who had not retreated but had only trembled and shaken a few times during the sudden attack, suddenly began to breathe rapidly.

Her face flushed—her eyes gradually glazed over as she recalled that day.

A familiar yet exciting feeling welled up inside me!

This is it! Pure violence and power, an almost instinctive release of wildness.

The laws of the food chain began to become incredibly clear, and the distinction between the weak and the strong became instantly apparent, dividing the world into two completely different styles.

“Listen well, Your Majesty! All the rules of this world are set and governed by the strong, not because the justice of the strong is more just, but because you should understand that the voices of the weak, no matter how loud they are, will not be heard. However, the voices of the strong, even when spoken softly, can resonate throughout the land.”

"Only when you possess greater power than your opponent do you have the right to be arrogant. But when do you gain the confidence to question the strong without any evidence?"

"True strength is never about being abandoned. This applies to Greece as well as Troy. It's not that I was abandoned, but that I abandoned Troy!"

He walked slowly through the night, speaking softly as he went.

Just as he said, even the softest voice of a strong person will attract the attention of a crowd, who are afraid of mishearing or misunderstanding a single word.

This honor comes from Griffith's strength and great reputation.

This is not something they proclaimed themselves; it is everyone's subconscious, instinctive reaction, which further highlights their unparalleled power in people's minds.

As night drew ever closer, Priam, though not yet terrified, was on the verge of fainting.

That's right—

The other party is stronger. Why should a stronger person prove anything to a weaker one?

Similarly, the clamor of the weak is so feeble and powerless that it is absurd, ridiculous, and irrational to try to get the strong to prove their innocence.

Why should a king need to prove himself to a beggar?

It turns out that Griffith no longer needed Troy's protection, and this last trump card that Priam and the others held in their hearts turned out to be so insignificant.

If Griffith himself hadn't pointed it out, they still wouldn't have realized the reversal of priorities in the middle.

“My King, you want me to prove my innocence through my actions. But why should I prove anything to anyone? My strength itself is the best proof. Since neither Greece nor Troy welcomes me, I have no reason to kill even one of your enemies.”

Finally, the night stopped, and he opened his arms and calmly asked Priam.

"Since Troy doesn't welcome me, then I should part ways with them. What is our relationship now? Friends, or... enemies?"

The moment the word "enemy" was uttered, everyone felt a chill and broke out in a cold sweat.

No one wants to be enemies with such a powerful person!! No one!

“Odysseus and I once shared a sliver of kinship, and ever since I resolved to no longer side with Troy, I will not kill him—if you ask why, I mean why I let him go. That is my answer!”

“Griffiths—!!!” Priam’s deep, hoarse, aged voice was filled with both anger and fear.

At such close range, Priam, who felt no sense of safety whatsoever, didn't even dare to raise his voice at this madman in front of countless Trojans.

Is that so?!

At this point, the heroes believed they understood the truth of the matter and the whole story.

That proud posture and demeanor, there's no mistake...

The reason he spared Odysseus was not because he betrayed Troy, but because from the beginning it was not he who needed Troy, but Troy that needed him.

For a true strongman, his dignity must never be humiliated. Since you have questioned this strongman, then the strongman also has the right to choose to leave.

explain?!

Why should I patiently explain to you? If a king loses his pride, and a powerful warrior loses his dignity, and has to explain himself to every question, then that kind of strength is nothing but an illusion!

The strong should have the pride of the strong.

For the Greeks, who revered heroism, this belief, akin to dying for glory, was the most understandable!

They immediately found resonance in these words that made their blood boil and their skin crawl, giving them a thorough and stimulating experience.

Chapter 203 It's not only heroes who can become kings, but kingdoms that need heroes.

Looking at it this way, it seems that Priam was wrong after all.

When you are powerful, people will subconsciously believe in and follow your ideas, even if those ideas are actually unfair to the weak.

Like King Priam, who, despite the death of his son, still had to keep bowing his head: ? ? ?

If he knew what the heroes were thinking right now—he would surely be incredibly aggrieved and furious, 'Was it my fault?!'

How did it become my fault?

He, the old father, is clearly the biggest victim.

But in reality, even Priam seemed to realize he had made a mistake at this point.

This reflects the deeply ingrained Greek belief that the strong are superior to the weak.

Strength is the only truth!

The weak must pay a price for provoking the strong; otherwise, where would the dignity of the strong lie...!

The inherent savagery of the Greeks meant that they not only did not consider this overly simplistic and brutal theory of might to be wrong, but the warriors who had fought their way through blood and fire regarded it as the truth.

This is also the idea that they were humble and subservient when they were weak, but could immediately and freely enjoy all the unfair treatment they received from others and all the benefits of being a hero that they once deeply resented, because they had accepted it from the bottom of their hearts.

Provoked by Ye's words, and having benefited greatly from them, they now looked at Priamus, this weakling, with a growing sense of displeasure and frown.

In Greece—why were so many kings heroes, even those who were not truly powerful, yet still claimed to be heroes?

The answer is actually already written in mythological epics.

Even a king needs to possess great strength to win people's hearts. Some weaker countries will even keep heroes to inherit their thrones.

Is it not only heroes who can become kings, or is it only kings who appear as powerful as heroes in the eyes of others who can be loved, trusted, and have their rule secure?

Therefore, even if kings lacked real power, they would still portray themselves as heroes and spread their own powerful reputations.