Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

With just one sentence, Odysseus fell into complete silence, his body stiffening utterly.

Odysseus trembled—of course he remembered…

No, he was conscripted to fight shortly after his son was born, and the child's appearance hadn't fully developed yet, so apart from a few who were extremely ugly, there was almost nothing memorable about him.

Odysseus was devastated to discover that he had actually forgotten what his son looked like, and he clenched his fists in disbelief.

Seeing Odysseus like this at night, he thought of the relatively peaceful era and world he once lived in, at least his childhood was carefree, and suddenly felt a little heavy-hearted.

It seems they've directly asked Odysseus about the most difficult part to jump in.

—This is indeed not a good topic.

Chapter 209 God of War: Are you trying to teach me how to do things? I am the God of War!

Night, who had also fallen silent, finally spoke after a long pause: "I think, at the very least, we should let the children enjoy a complete childhood. There must be many children eagerly awaiting their fathers' return. If this war can end sooner, allowing countless fathers and husbands to return to their families, then it will be a meaningful achievement in itself."

Night suddenly looked up and gazed at the distant sky, as if looking across the sky at the gods whose existence was unknown.

The enemy may ultimately be the gods.

Ending the war itself wasn't difficult for him; the difficulty lay in preventing divine intervention or interference...

However, this is almost impossible, but that's what makes it challenging!

Recalling that exhilarating moment of battling the God of War and the God of the Sea, well—!

Here's another reason to make him keep doing this—to encounter a good battle!

Thinking of this, Ye's lips unconsciously curled into a slight smile.

"You... want to end this war for the sake of the children? What a remarkable idea. I am not as good as you—Griffiths." At this moment, Odysseus suddenly felt relieved. His most admired goddess, Artemis, and even the radiant Athena, had all fallen for this man.

He could tell that Griffith was still hiding something, but the things he said were all true and undeniable thoughts.

This alone, placed in the context of an era known as 'Greece', demonstrates a remarkable level of simple and normal values.

At this moment, Odysseus seemed to have suddenly found his goal and was no longer confused. He suddenly knew what he should do next.

"I think I know what I need to do next."

"Is that so? Then let's part ways here." Night replied casually, then suddenly—sensing something, Night paused slightly and looked in one direction.

Meanwhile, Odysseus: ...?!

This script is wrong. At this point, shouldn't Griffith ask me if we share the same ideals? Then he could naturally express that he was moved by the other person's ideals and wanted to help him and move forward together.

Even a scoundrel like him occasionally tries to do good deeds, but Griffith simply tells him to leave.

"Sorry, I have something to attend to—I have to leave now! You'll be on your own from now on." Night suddenly gripped the Sun God Spear. After confirming a familiar aura in his soul perception, Night cursed inwardly, unable to sit still any longer.

What a mess!

I think I told Raodick to take good care of this guy before I left.

The dignified incarnation of a goddess couldn't even keep an 'ordinary person' under her control.

Escaping Troy now is not a good idea.

And then, from a distance, they sensed the presence of familiar heroes, and a sense of foreboding.

It was like Zeus's whim.

For the present night, there is also an intuition similar to futuristic vision. When encountering unfavorable events, a strong mental force will more or less provide some warning or perception.

"Artemis—! Please." A slightly anxious call accompanied the night.

"Understood." With just a glance, Artemis understood what help Night needed. She grew larger again and carried Night onto the platform.

Odysseus: !!

I rode it!

Is this something he can see?

"Wait..." Before Odysseus could say anything, he watched as Artemis carried Night away into the distance.

That direction is...! Troy—!

What happened? Odysseus frowned.

No, he has to go back and check.

I am absolutely certain that if there is anyone who can end this war, it will be Griffith.

At that moment, Odysseus made his decision.

Perhaps helping Griffiths is helping oneself, paving the way for a brand new future.

Will a battle break out?

If he had known this would happen, he probably shouldn't have avoided Ajax the Great. If he could have tricked that guy into coming with him, the power of Ajax the Great would have been enough to protect them and allow them to escape safely from the pursuit of multiple heroes.

As long as it's not a crazy attack like taking several of Hector's throwing attacks in a row, it's fine.

What's more, they have Griffith on their side!

It's not like we can just stand there and take a beating.

Without the privilege of a goddess transforming into a mount, Odysseus had to run on his own two legs.

At this moment, he could only hope that he wasn't too far from the night.

at the same time--

The commotion in Troy was so great that it naturally couldn't be kept secret from the Greek coalition.

After making some inquiries, they learned that Griffith had caused some great disturbance in Troy, along with all the Greek heroes who had mobilized.

Agamemnon: !!

Is Griffith fighting alone now?

Without even thinking, I instinctively felt that such a grand display could only be directed at Griffith.

Agamemnon: Damn it—!

That idiot Odysseus not only exposed himself, but also dragged Griffith into it?

No, we must rescue them immediately.

however--

On the other side, two other deities also received the information.

“This is a good opportunity—! Eris!” the god of war said to the goddess Eris.

Eris, the goddess of discord: "You intend to attack Griffith?"

Ares, the God of War: "That's right...! I have never forgotten the humiliation of being defeated by a mortal as a chief god. Now I have no interest in recruiting this mortal. But he must die!"

Ares once admired Griffith, but now he hates the fact that this hero is still alive.

Griffith's achievements were even more outrageous than what Diomedes had done to him in the original mythology.

As long as this man is alive, the first thing that comes to mind when people mention him is that he once defeated the incarnations of the God of War and the God of the Sea.

For a warrior, this is an absolutely unacceptable disgrace to the God of War.

Even that bewitching charm was completely ineffective against Ares; the power of hatred rendered it powerless.

However, Eris disagreed. She warned Ares, "Griffith is my target! I want him alive...! Ares, don't even think about taking him. Let the heroes do it, but don't kill him, capture him alive!"

Ares, the God of War, was instantly enraged: "Are you trying to teach me how to do things?!"

At this moment, both the God of War and the Goddess of Conflict were locked in a fierce confrontation, neither willing to yield, and the room was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

But no matter who it is, they all have ill intentions towards the night.

Apart from the two gods, Agamemnon, who was originally the supreme ruler of Greece, now has no say in the Greek coalition.

Clearly, he wanted to rescue Ye.

But they soon realized they had miscalculated; as long as the two gods remained, the Greek coalition would be completely under their control.

Chapter 210 How many times will it take for the color to be completely absorbed into heterochromatic eyes?

With a clatter of horses, Helen came to her senses to find herself surrounded by a group of armored soldiers.

The knights' cold iron helmets gleamed in the sunlight.

Instead of meeting Griffith first, Helen was met by Trojan pursuers. Upon seeing these uninvited guests, Helen's heart sank to the bottom, and a look of unease flashed across her pretty face.

"By order of the King, you are to be captured and taken back to Troy for punishment... Do you have any objections, Your Highness Helen?" The leading soldier spoke, but his tone showed absolutely no respect for Helen.

It's easy to imagine the punishment a woman who betrayed her prince would face upon returning to Troy; the most beautiful woman in Greece was, in reality, not so noble after all.

The Trojans were very unhappy with the Trojans' actions, and their soldiers naturally didn't treat them well.

However—even so, the soldiers, including their leader, couldn't help but be drawn to Helen's face, swallowing hard and revealing greedy expressions.

pity--!

Putting aside the things Helen did, this woman was indeed beautiful enough, and it would be a great pity for her to die like this.

They could never possibly be qualified to touch a beauty of that caliber.

Helen simply bit her lip, staring resolutely ahead, without replying.

That was the direction in which I sensed the hero was located.

"Arrest them!" the soldier leader ordered.

The knights rode closer, and Helen, seeing this, said to her inner self, "Please, I need power now! As long as I defeat them, I can continue searching for the hero."

"Leave it to me!!!" To outsiders, Helen seemed to be muttering to herself, and the next moment one of her eyes turned bright red.

Then, just as a soldier approached, dismounted, and prepared to capture him, he suddenly kicked the soldier's helmet, sending him flying.

After being nourished by Griffith's milk these past few days, this body has become much stronger.

As the body of the deity became stronger, the little red dragon's combat power naturally increased as well.

They can even share some bodily sensations and perspectives with Helen without either of them falling asleep.

That's why we now have bichromatic eyes.

She has perfectly adapted to the greater power, or rather—she is simply releasing the power that originally belonged to her step by step, and doesn't need any time to adapt to the process of physical strengthening.