Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Night felt a shiver run through my soul from above.

This is a fatal blow!

When faced with a gap in raw data on strength, no amount of skill can bridge the gap.

Suddenly, Niu Niu roared and stood in front of Ye, turning his back to Ye and supporting himself on all fours as if hugging him, forming a perfect closed circle to protect him.

Night's pupils contracted: "Get out of the way—!! Asterius!"

He can die here and start over, but you only have one life.

Hades watched this scene indifferently, unmoved, and even let the great thunder prepare to increase the amount of thunder tenfold, blasting the two Greek monsters into molecules.

Although Aeacus's sudden death was partly due to the surprise attack and his inability to retaliate because of his identity, just how terrifying is a lightning bolt that can directly kill a giant of the underworld? Now, ten times the amount is definitely something that Niu Niu can't withstand.

Let alone the Night Shelter, that would kill it along with the Night Shelter, more than ten times over, enough to cleanse the earth with a single blow.

Even as the thunder overhead seemed to grow even more terrifying, Niu Niu did not back down. His body trembled instinctively, but he forced out words he had long forgotten, desperately searching for them from the depths of his memory—words from his human past—and uttered haltingly, "Friend... Asterius... protect—!"

This was the only person who awakened his human memories, the only person who knew his name and called him 'Friend!'

The intense emotions within me dispelled the loneliness and rage brought on by the long years.

Perhaps to the night it is just a simple greeting, a casual remark—but the weight contained in the word 'friend' is more important than life itself to a soul deeply mired in loneliness.

“Friend…!” Niu Niu murmured stubbornly, as if obsessed. But when facing the seemingly ferocious and terrifying bull's head, Ye clearly saw inferiority and longing in the depths of its fierce red eyes, a gaze that yearned for recognition.

This is an incredibly innocent child.

Ye remained silent for a moment, then replied, "Um... friend!"

"Listen—Asterius, you must—respond to me! And, if possible, don't die before me!"

The hero was moved by the monster that was willing to risk its life to protect him, and realized that perhaps it was not yet time to give up.

What other way is there?! There must be some other way!

Finally—in the midst of frantic thinking, in the gaps where time seemed to stand still, I seized every fleeting moment of inspiration.

At this moment, Night remembered a treasure that he had never used before, and discovered a path to survival.

Because of this sincere heart, he wanted to protect this silly ox.

Alright—! Tonight, either he or this malicious 'Hades' who appeared out of nowhere is going to have trouble sleeping!

A glint of determination and madness flashed in the night's eyes. The courage that a person with nothing can unleash when they gamble everything to protect what they have left can shake the very sky.

"Hades, the King of the Underworld! Supreme God, who would rather destroy his own priests than let me, a god as lowly as an ant, die, I have one last question: before I die, can you grant me the wish of my insignificant curiosity?" That night, he shouted and asked.

Hades: "Okay!!"

An arrogant god, though possessing the great resources to be proud.

However, their arrogance, stemming from their disdain for humanity, becomes their greatest flaw.

Normally, this flaw wouldn't have much of an impact, but arrogance and conceit are often separated by a fine line, and one can easily turn into a clown at any moment.

When Hades believed that answering the night was his final act of mercy as king, he was truly in control.

And with their highly cooperative performance, the effect was perfect.

Night then began to use the ability she had acquired but never used before, a voice that seemed to transcend time and space, like the inherent barrier of the neighboring Moon World.

Chapter 240 The World of Mental Images: The Roman Army Arrives from the Future!

"I ask you, Hades! Is the King truly solitary?!"

He had just killed Aeacus—his own son.

In mythology, he even persecuted his own children more than once. Since taking that position, he has never truly trusted anyone and has always been a wary god-king.

Fearing the fate of the Greek gods' sons who would inevitably usurp their fathers' thrones!

In order to break this immutable theorem, he risked alienation and used absolute violence to rule the Olympian gods.

Faced with such a question, he barely thought about it, only hesitating for less than 0.001 seconds. Even hesitating for a little longer seemed disrespectful to his suspicious nature.

The God-King replied, "A king—is naturally aloof and proud!"

Night: "Really? Actually, I was once a king in my previous life."

Hades, or rather, it should be quite obvious now, is the disguised King of the Underworld, who is actually Zeus. He was not surprised when he heard Night's words.

After all, it's not uncommon for a hero to be king of one or two small countries at the same time in Greece.

The gods were unaware of Griffith's adventures before the Trojan War.

Judging from the stories he described, he may have spent a considerable amount of time traveling to foreign lands and otherworldly countries outside the Greek world.

But no matter what kingdom he had been king of, Zeus was confident that his capacity as a king was far greater than that of the king of gods.

How could a human king possibly compare to the supreme god-king, the god among gods, the most exalted god?

But the next moment-

At a certain moment, time and space seemed to stand still.

In that instant, Zeus felt as if he were facing his father, Cronus, the king of the gods who held the power of time.

Of course, the true god of time, the king of time, should be the super god Chronos. Because the two gods have some similar powers, they are often confused by the world.

Perhaps because of the mixture of beliefs, the god-king Cronus was indeed able to interfere with time and space to some extent through his divine power.

The difficult times I spent fighting against my father with my brothers and sisters seem to be still vivid in my mind.

When the familiar sense of time and space shifts appears, it is then that, without realizing it, the world has changed and the surrounding environment has been completely transformed.

At some point, the dark underworld suddenly transformed into a vast expanse of yellow sand, and not far from the sands flowed a river.

The other side of that river was the border of Rome.

Before this border, the souls of forty-three fallen warriors coalesced and suddenly appeared behind the night, marching in unison. Behind the forty-three were countless illusory figures of Roman soldiers, gradually solidifying.

With each step forward, their bodies became more real.

Those were warriors who, captivated by the many achievements Ye had accomplished in Rome and impressed by his leadership, gradually joined this world of their own minds, driven by their faith.

As long as one holds a deep enough conviction in their heart, they can transcend worlds, time, and space to reunite with their leader and answer the call of the night.

This is the power of the concept crystallization that Night obtained through the settlement of the last simulation, relying on its great achievements.

As the sound of synchronized footsteps echoed, each sound seemed to strike Zeus's heart.

At this moment, the god-king was stunned by what he saw.

These armies—who are they?

Just moments before, Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, had been drawn into this inner world in a daze. She was now dumbfounded, staring in shock at the scene before her.

Especially when it looks up at the sun on the horizon, it seems as if it can still feel the actual temperature.

This world is presented before us in its truest form.

She hadn't returned to the earth for months; the familiar scent of the ground... she couldn't be wrong...

But—how could that be?!

Griffith actually changed the world all by himself?!

No, no, rather than believing that Griffith replaced the world, she was more inclined to believe that it was an illusion, or that they had all been transported back to the human world by him using some special power.

But how powerful must one be to teleport directly from the distant underworld to the surface, ignoring the will of these deities?

The feeling of having no resistance, no bodily response, and then, in the next instant, the world has suddenly changed—upon reflection, this feeling can only be terrifying.

At this moment, Zeus, who was already afraid of the unknown, of things that were beyond his control and understanding, looked even more disgusted, as if he had eaten excrement.

His heart trembled as Hades' handsome face became incredibly gloomy.

What is this?! What on earth is this?!

Even with the hero Griffith dead and those artifacts gone, how could he still pull out such a trump card?

As expected—he was a variable. The greatest variable in the Greek world, a variable whose trajectory even the three Fates could not foresee.

But soon, before Zeus could recover from his near-collapse, Night slapped him in the face, saying, "As a king, one must possess desires stronger than anyone else, be more unrestrained than anyone else, and be more easily angered than anyone else. He should be a human being who embodies both purity and impurity, more authentic than anyone else. Only in this way will his subjects be subdued by him, and only then will the people harbor the longing of 'If only I were the king!'"

"These are not my words, but the words of another king I met on my journey. I witnessed a king known as the Great Emperor, who nearly conquered most of the world's lands, sharing joys and sorrows with his subjects. Countless people were captivated by his ideals and willingly chased after a vague dream—to see the sea at the ends of the earth!"

"Yet this seemingly foolish idea captivated those equally outstanding and excellent heroes, inspiring countless people to serve him one after another. Such a scene is moving and enviable. You lofty god-king, after sitting alone on that cold throne for so long, have you ever looked back and sighed that you once had the opportunity to choose another path?"

But the sound of night rang in his ears as he looked at the real, impactful scene before him.

For a moment, Zeus's brain went blank.

His mind flashed back to his younger, spirited self.

—Courageous, confident, self-respecting, self-reliant, fearless, and decisive, with a heart set on rescuing his brothers and sisters and liberating all things from the brutal rule of Cronus.

Having been supported by countless people and propelled to the position of God-King, he unknowingly became as cruel as Cronus, even more so, and his debauchery was boundless.

But because of his various schemes, under the pressure of the twelve main gods, all voices of resistance eventually fell silent.

Looking back suddenly, he has become a person—

No!!! I still have the right!

Chapter 241 The power of words shakes heaven and earth, the name of fanatical Rome resounds through the sky!

Even if no one believes me, I have indeed held onto my position as the God-King.

The desire for power blinded him to his original intentions.

However, Zeus couldn't help but ask, "So, after that, did you do it too?"

His gaze lingered on the powerful Roman soldiers behind Ye.

That majestic scene, that harmonious and coordinated display, with the warriors standing silently and naturally behind the night, each one looking directly at their own divine king with unwavering confidence and a faint smile on their faces.

Even though the night did not answer, everything before Zeus seemed to have already given him the answer.

Isn't that obvious?

For someone who is gradually drifting away, this is something he can never hope for again, and it is destined to be the most regrettable thing in his life.

That's true sincerity!

The moment Zeus felt even the slightest bit of envy, he was consumed by endless rage.