Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Persephone, on the other hand, has been getting restless these past few days.

She was the one who clearly said that they couldn't be together in the future.

But every night, when she recalled Griffith's bewitching charm and the days and nights she had been forced to be pressed against the wall to receive injections and IV drips, Persephone would always find herself uncontrollably wanting to linger in front of him.

They say they won't see you, that you should stay far away, but somehow you'll end up on the road you always pass at night.

Or can we simply say that the power of fate is just that magical?

Just like in the original myth, Persephone couldn't resist and locked Adonis up, keeping him as a mistress... making love to him in a dark room every day.

And Persephone in this world is the same.

Even after being critically hit at the beginning, and experiencing that crazy peak feeling of receiving grace, they are like bright spring flowers nourished by rain and dew.

The impact they are experiencing now far exceeds the original myth.

That was an achievement that even Persephone in the original mythology could not accomplish.

Chapter 250 There is a flower in the underworld, and only one of them.

In the original mythological world, Persephone ultimately failed.

She forcibly hid Adonis, but was eventually forced by Aphrodite to let Adonis choose which side he wanted to stay on.

But even when faced with a queen of the underworld who was equally radiant and captivating, Adonis chose Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, instead of Persephone.

Even though Hades' reputation is far better than that of Athena.

However, Adonis, unwilling to endure the dark, boring, and cold days of the underworld, chose to return to the surface with Aphrodite without hesitation.

He longed for the world of the living on earth, which, compared to the monotonous underworld, offered more of the vibrancy of nature.

Yes, who would want to stay in the dark and gloomy underworld?

But Persephone in this timeline succeeded.

"...You've come?" Persephone resisted the urge to turn around and continued to play with the flower in her hand.

"These flowers are just empty shells you created with your divine power. What's so admirable about things that only have form?" Night said, a hint of pity appearing in his eyes as he looked at the Queen of the Underworld.

The goddess of spring, who loves flowers so much, can only satisfy herself with embellishments. The scene before us is rather pathetic.

Night's words also made Persephone suddenly realize a lonely and sad fact.

Ah, that's right—all these flowers in front of me are fake.

"That's right, this is a scene I recreated based on flowers I once saw on Earth. No matter how closely it's reproduced, how realistic it is, it can deceive everyone in the underworld, but it can't deceive myself."

"Can no flowers bloom in the land of the underworld?" Night.

"Yes, not a single one. The land of the underworld is the dwelling place of the dead; there is no life here, and spring will never come." As the goddess of spring, she can only endure the endless darkness and cannot see the arrival of spring.

There were still months before she could be rotated back to the surface to reunite with her mother, but for Persephone, this period was a long and agonizing ordeal.

Just like in mythology, Adonis, the god of plants, chose to return to the earth even though Aphrodite was infamous and somewhat disliked at the time.

How could there be any nature-based deities like plant gods or spring gods who would like such dark soil where no life can grow?

Night: "What a barren and sorrowful land..."

Persephone: "The hero Orpheus said the same thing. Like you, he saw through my little trick, but perhaps to keep his wife company, Orpheus chose to turn a blind eye to this falsehood, and he and his wife Eurydice often came to admire the flowers."

Orpheus...?

The name Ye was very familiar with.

Or rather, for a period of time, he enjoyed the treatment that a hero should have.

When this name is mentioned, Ye subconsciously thinks of his counterpart from another world—Orpheus, the powerful Lyra Saint.

Silver can fight against gold.

Night: "I see, indeed—to those who can see through the essence of things, there is no difference between here and outside. No one would want to live in such a lonely, cold environment."

Persephone's heart trembled, and he suddenly asked a question: "You...don't want to stay here either?"

She longed to hear the answer that she would stay, but she also didn't want to hear such an answer, caught in a dilemma.

Just like her mindset these days, hiding from the night while hoping the other person will find her, always creating opportunities for them to find her.

As a woman, how could she not feel any psychological weight towards the first man to win her heart?

Griffiths, who already had a deep impression on him, became even more profound because of this.

She asked this question clearly to entice Ye to stay and answer.

But Ye clearly stated, "Of course..."

"There's nothing here worth staying for, except..."

"Only what?!" Persephone turned around, his tone tinged with urgency and tension.

Night: "You must know—flowers are more beautiful when set off by green leaves. But in this underworld where even green leaves cannot grow, no color other than black and white is allowed. That's why—in this black and white world, the most beautiful flowers and the most striking scenery are all the more attractive."

Persephone looked bewildered and blurted out, "The underworld—does it have real flowers too? No, impossible, I've never seen one."

She instinctively believed that Griffith wouldn't lie or deceive her, but the loneliness she had endured for so many years, a constant and unchanging landscape, had already told her the truth.

She had already given up after being hit by reality. But—

The next moment, Night approached and sat down beside him, saying, "There is a flower in the Underworld, but only this one."

When he noticed that Ye's gaze was actually fixed on him.

'Me?' My heart skipped a beat, as if struck by lightning.

Persephone's current situation is strikingly similar to that of the mistress of the underworld in a neighboring myth.

Back in the Type-Moon universe, the scene of Ereshkigal, lying in her sister Ishtar's arms, watching the flowers blooming in the underworld pass away with a smile, touched the hearts of countless people.

That one sentence that countless people want to cross dimensions and convey to the past—!

'There is a flower in the underworld, and only this one.'

You are the most beautiful scenery and the most lovely flower in this underworld.

Originally, this was the flower language representing the red spider lily. As the only flower that can grow in the underworld, this description carries a hint of sadness. But now—in this situation—it has been transformed into the most alluring love confession in the world.

Persephone was struck hard, his mind went completely blank amidst the roar of the blow!

The defenses built up over the past few days have completely collapsed.

In the extreme tug-of-war, Persephone was easily controlled by the night, and it was at the last moment when he was about to lose his temper that the night suddenly struck.

It must be said that being observant is also one of Night's strengths; she noticed very early on that the goddess of spring and the mistress of the underworld shared a similar sense of loneliness.

And now, with an incredibly warm and touching tone, he utters those damnably sweet words.

This—who could stand it?!

Persephone: ?! Eh ...

It turned red, from the base of its ears to its neck, it was completely red.

Deeply moved, Persephone felt no resentment or loneliness; only an impulse, like a snapped string in his mind, remained.

What should I do... How could he say such flirtatious things?

So cute—no, "cute" isn't the right word; it's more like a dazzling, incredibly handsome treasure right before my eyes.

No, I can't hold back anymore!

The next moment, Persephone couldn't help but lean close to his ear and say... Damn... cough, that's obviously a censored matter.

Chapter 251 Losing Centrifugal Force and Powerful Attack Speed, Orpheus's Harp!

"Do you know the consequences of saying such things to a goddess of the underworld, who is also the goddess of spring and the daughter of the lord of the four seasons?" Persephone covered her mouth with her hand, suppressing the emotions of emotion in her heart. At the same time, the dark emotions that were gradually rising again made her reveal an extremely aggressive gaze as gentle as spring water.

Although they both benefited from such words, they were also struck down.

But she's nothing like that proud, dishonest, and shy goddess of the underworld in the neighboring Mesopotamian world who always messes things up and hides away in the nick of time.

Teasing comes at a price.

These past few days I've come to realize that I simply can't control myself from paying attention to Griffith.

After Griffith's critical strike, Persephone resigned himself to his fate!

He is like a poison, addictive and irresistible. Even knowing that contact is dangerous, one still cannot suppress the desire to seek love within.

finally--

Persephone suddenly waved her hand, using her divine power to create a barrier to block the view and passage of the outside world, and then very willingly leaned into the embrace of the night.

Then, like a little succubus, she stared at Ye with intense, almost predatory eyes. Her warm breath brushed against Ye's ear as she whispered, "Like last time... Come on, let me experience that feeling again."

Ye smiled and said, "What? I'm not sure what you mean. You'd better be clearer."

Persephone blushed and said shyly, "Stop pretending and teasing me. I mean right here, that's right—! You don't have to take responsibility! Hurry up! Or am I not attractive to you at all?"

They clearly said she was the only flower in the underworld.

But Ye quickly proved to him with her actions whether she was attractive or not.

He lifted the hem of her skirt and went inside, lifting her legs up and then pressing her against the tree.

And then—the battle began once again.

Although I never expected Persephone to be so unconventional, true strength should not be afraid of challenges, and there is no reason not to respond.

Because of the night's response, the constant attacks, and the fact that he was being dragged by both hands.

Under the high-speed attack, Persephone was left with both legs off the ground, being relentlessly beaten in mid-air and unable to land.

Afterwards, with great difficulty, Persephone managed to break free and attempted to launch a surprise attack on the night to repel this powerful enemy.

But Ye lunged forward again, his sword plunging straight into the throat, aimed at a vital spot. If not a god, a mortal would have perished from that blow long ago.

Persephone then reached out to draw the sword, but was stopped by the night, and could only repeat the action of trying to draw it but it slipped down.

After the powerful True Aether was injected into her body and caused trauma, the injured Persephone finally found a chance to break free. However, she was completely powerless and could only watch helplessly as she was captured by the enemy and pushed to the ground with her back to him, thus receiving the announcement of her complete defeat.

Struggling to hold onto the big tree, before it could recover, it cried out in surprise as it was attacked again.

What followed was a storm of fierce and rapid attacks. Under the powerful assault, Persephone, who was left with no chance to retaliate, could only keep lowering his body until he gradually lost all centrifugal force and slid down from the tree roots to lie on the ground.

Persephone admitted defeat and completely conceded.