Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

No one was more courageous or dazzling than him.

however--

The arrow that shattered his own flesh and blood upon being fired was not the end of his epic tale.

From a hero who saved the people and brought peace to a wicked demon king who symbolized despair, what happened in between remains unknown. However, some unofficial histories record an incredible story that may hold the answer.

……

The sky was painted over—in a world that was clearly illuminated by a blazing, fiery light, it appeared as if it were an open space at the center of the world.

Surrounded and watched by numerous heroes, the man's movements had stopped. He remained in the same position as when he was about to draw his bow and release the string. His body stood stiffly in place, motionless and silent.

The dragon armor had fallen off his body, revealing an excessively young and handsome, demonic face.

The other person gazed into the distance, his star-like eyes fixed on the sky that had transformed from colorless to seven colors, a confident smile on his lips, as if to say that from the moment he fired that arrow, or rather, from the very beginning—he already knew that he had succeeded.

After that, he felt completely at ease—he gave up his life without any worries.

Instead of suppressing Zeus's thunderbolt, it used the power to accelerate the arrow.

At this moment, Griffith's body suddenly began to disintegrate inch by inch. Even blood could no longer flow from the inside, but instead, ashes, resembling non-combustible waste after burning out, were released.

However, even if it is just ashes, it is ashes transformed from the hero Griffith. If it has no value, then there is nothing of value in this world.

At this moment, all was silent, and everyone looked with trembling hearts at the figure that was slowly turning into black ash and drifting into the sky from various parts of its body.

In the sky, Artemis herself, who had somehow escaped Athena and arrived here, reached out and summoned the ashes, gathering them into her palm.

She was trembling all over...

A hero who died before he could even tell his beloved how he felt.

Why, why, why?! Why?! Why?!

How could this be?!

Artemis's vision went black. Despite being a powerful goddess, she suddenly felt like she was suffocating and couldn't breathe.

Like a drowning person, falling into an abyss or deep sea.

Her world suddenly lost its luster.

Even after the arrow had flown away, the remaining sky was still filled with a lingering glow that made it a rainbow of colors.

But for Artemis, there had never been a darker moment.

She kept reaching out and grasping at the void, as if trying to restore something, but the ashes were like scattered sand, impossible to hold in her palm.

Just as spilled water cannot be restored, and ashes like sand can never be gathered together again, even if divine power were used to forcibly stabilize and restore the hero's body beneath, it would be nothing more than a mirage, a false shell.

but--

[Soul], the most important soul, Artemis could no longer sense the other's presence.

"The Underworld—!!! I want to go to the Underworld..." For the first time, tears streamed down Artemis's beautiful face, which had always been aloof and cold in the eyes of the world. Her eyes were filled with utter despair and helplessness, a sight that no one who knew this goddess could ever imagine.

The pure virgin goddess—actually shed tears because of a man.

This time it's not an avatar, but the real thing.

The deer avatar had long since merged back into Artemis's body.

At this moment, she seemed to finally understand Apollo's thoughts when his beloved friend died.

Even knowing that humans are very fragile, the burning, beating heart that still can't help but approach is uncontrollable.

I can also understand the feelings of Apollo's son when his beloved wife died, and he would rather remain in the underworld forever, accompanied by darkness, than leave his wife and return to the surface.

That feeling of having so much to say and do, yet being left with only regret, resentment, and unwillingness to accept it—!

She's going to find Hades and demand her release!

“Count me in…” At this moment, the goddess of wisdom, who had somehow arrived beside Artemis, also trembled.

The moment they sensed Griffith's call, who wouldn't understand the situation here?

The two goddesses naturally abandoned their fight immediately and rushed back.

At this moment, he was even more annoyed and regretful than Artemis.

Athena regrets that she wasn't by Griffith's side immediately, which led to Griffith's demise at Zeus's hands.

The gods weren't blind; they witnessed the great thunder that erupted alongside the final arrow, especially since Artemis, the fawn, had already pointed this out.

'Zeus—!!' At this moment, a dark emotion was about to burst forth from Athena's heart.

The power that had been suppressed for many years almost erupted, and he wanted to seek revenge against that god-king!

It wasn't just because of the hatred that led to his mother and brother being devoured, but also because his beloved had been persecuted by him—one thing after another!

She never forgot!

Accumulate strength and wait for the right opportunity.

They await the day when, if perhaps never, they will overthrow Zeus, the king of the gods.

She had waited for so long that she herself believed she was now the wise daughter of Zeus, the father of the gods, and Athena, the wisest of the twelve Olympian gods.

The goddess of wisdom is not wise at all, otherwise why would she have lost her hero?

In this vast universe, there will always be a timeline where Athena might succeed.

But she could never wait for that timeline where a hero would accompany her. Although—

In another world unknown to her, the world of the God of War, she succeeded.

Using Kratos's power, he ultimately triumphed, becoming the new ruler of the Greek world after all the Greek gods had been slaughtered, and reshaping the world.

However, Athena in this world does not have a weapon as useful as Kratos. Even though she hates Zeus intensely, a voice in her mind keeps telling her to hold back!

She is no match for him now.

However, the original and most ideal vision was to grow together with the beloved hero, until the day when the tyrannical theocratic rule of Olympus was overthrown...

Is it destined to never come?

At this moment, setting aside revenge, the only other thing she wanted to do was, of course, the same as Artemis.

Go to the underworld—to get them back!!

...Meanwhile, on the earth.

Hermes, stunned and shocked, withdrew his gaze from the distant horizon and then descended from the sky.

He tried to suppress his excitement, but... he couldn't suppress it anymore.

What a load of bullshit!

Anyone who has witnessed such a legendary epic would find it impossible to contain their emotions.

Wonderful--!!

It was truly an absolutely stunning performance!

On the best stage to match, the greatest hero appeared.

He came to the side of the body that had begun to grow cold and stiff, the body that was about to fall apart.

Even after losing sight of the hero's aura, Hermes still removed his hat and bowed respectfully to him.

As a god, he bowed to the body of a mere mortal, simply because he could not suppress his admiration for that overly beautiful belief.

Then——

Hermes took a deep breath, suddenly turned around, and then abruptly opened his arms as if embracing the sky, widened his eyes, and passionately shouted—!

"Rejoice! Rejoice! The great hero Griffith has brought peace to you mortals with an arrow that cost him his life!"

"In the name of Hermes, I testify—this arrow will never be surpassed! It traversed the Aegean Sea, reaching the very edge of the Greek world—a distant place even the gods could not explore! That arrow has already leaped beyond the edge of the world…!"

"This is a miracle that will never happen again in history or the future; the pinnacle of archery!!"

That's right——!

The edge of the Greek world!

In that future Rome, a land even the Greek gods had never touched, where tentacles were now extending their reach—wasn't that the very edge of the world?!

These seemingly exaggerated words, yet powerful enough to stir the passion in the hearts of all the men present, immediately caused them to open their eyes wide in shock.

—! Has a miracle really happened?

Chapter 227 Night: Where is my settlement page? Why did it turn into the River Styx?

Regarding the Trojan War, the Romans recorded the following story.

At the end of the story, there are words left by the god Hermes to the hero.

He exclaimed – This is the most beautiful arrow in the world, the most dazzling moment in the world, the most beautiful and powerful hero.

He believed this was a sign that a new chapter was about to begin in the history of Greek heroes.

Hermes praised him, saying: 'Those who deserve to be called heroes are neither those who wield swords nor those who heal wounds, but those who risk their lives. Risk yourselves to protect your comrades, save your country, and bring peace to both nations. Carry out your desires, and with all your might, unleash an arrow without regret—that is the true mark of a hero!'

However, what Hermes, the wise man, probably could not have imagined was...

He had thought that after Griffith, there would be an era in which heroes would emerge in an explosive manner, an era in which countless passionate heroes would emerge and new heroes would be born because of the great deeds and inspiring stories of the great hero Griffith.

However, his prediction failed.

He could never have imagined that it would be Greece's last glorious moment. From that day forward, after this man, there was no one else worthy of being called a hero.

Until the destruction of Greece, until the establishment of Rome.

Greece, the cradle of heroes, became a thing of the past, replaced by the glorious Rome.

Therefore, the Romans, though they considered themselves descendants of heroes like Griffith and Aeneas, disdained to admit that they were Greeks.

What Greeks?

We are descended from the hero Griffith, whose ancestors were the hero who paved the way for the future of Rome and Aeneas of the Trojan royal family. What do we have to do with the evil Greeks?

It's like we worship the twelve Roman gods, what business is it of your twelve Greek gods?

Although I have stolen your myths and your heroic tales, I do not acknowledge you as my son.

Rome is Rome, no doubt about it!! (A serious but ultimately flawed argument)