Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

“I have seen through your trick. As long as you get close, both divine power and physical body will be frozen in mid-air. It must be an extremely powerful domain. Since it is a domain-like power, it must have a limited range.”

"Then—what if I launch an attack from this distant horizon? At such a great distance, can you still unleash that mysterious and evil power?!" The God of Wine's hearty laughter echoed across the sky.

As if his previous ferocious appearance was just an illusion, he has now returned to being the beloved, sunny, and cheerful young man.

And faced with this confident and inspiring declaration.

They were so brazen that their boasts could be heard throughout the entire island of Crete.

It's clear that Dionysus Baby is quite confident now.

however--

'Oh? You mistook that for some kind of domain ability?'

Ye's face, hidden beneath his armor, curved slightly into a smile.

Is it only a few dozen kilometers?

A domineering will suddenly materialized and spread out, covering the entire island of Crete. It descended like an aura of dominance, and soon all intelligent beings sensed the meaning contained within that will.

Faced with the provocation of Dionysus—

His enemies did not speak, but expressed their feelings through the materialization of this will.

People's eyes widened suddenly, as if they had learned something terrible.

Although that will was not expressed in words, if it had to be translated, they all clearly felt and understood it.

'Is that all the distance? Too short… I allow you to flee for hundreds of kilometers, you incompetent, ignorant, and boring god! You pathetic god, why keep your distance? If you truly want to defeat me, you should come closer.'

That was an undisguised indifference and contempt.

On one hand, it seems to be saying that this distance is not enough to escape his attack range, so there is no point in moving away from the opponent. If he continues to retreat, how can Dionysus himself attack the opponent?

If you're scared, just run away!

This man won't laugh at you for it.

Because anyone has the right to feel fear and want to back down when faced with such power.

Turning away will be seen as running away. If you really want to prove yourself, then take the initiative to approach them.

But will Dionysus back down from this invitation?

Dionysus's divine body froze in place.

His handsome, pale face flushed red with anger and shame.

His eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and he could no longer maintain that mysterious, sacred, and aloof demeanor.

How could you possibly treat me with such contempt?

who am I?

Son of Zeus, Light of Zeus, Dionysus, God of Wine!

Powerful and handsome, beloved by all... Everyone who sees him will praise him—truly worthy of being Dionysus! If only we could be as handsome and majestic as him.

But at this moment, under the silent mockery of the other party—no, although it wasn't mockery, it was a more sophisticated kind of indifferent sarcasm than any mockery—Dionysus instantly felt his mentality shatter.

When has he ever been humiliated like this?

However, he remained rational and did not blindly believe the enemy's words. Instead, he continued to attack from this distance.

He couldn't believe that the other party could still use that mysterious power to control him so easily from such a distance.

And then—the next moment.

Dionysus's body radiated endless holy light in the air.

He proclaimed: "This will be a magnificent performance! Praise it! Revel in it! The most spectacular drama ever presented to you by the god Dionysus himself!"

It was like chanting or reciting poetry.

Well, originally, using force doesn't require, nor should it involve, this kind of lengthy, meaningless pedantry that's only for showing off.

But it must be said that before Night, when he was active on the earth as Griffith, he made a good start.

At this moment, Dionysus, who was preparing to use the power of another part of his authority besides wine, wove a poem that was in line with his identity as the 'god of drama'.

Chapter 268 The Princess Turns to Bones, Gold and Silver Turn to Dust, Do You Like This Script? (by Dionysus)

It has to be said that reciting a couple of lines in a cool and sophisticated way during a game really gets your blood pumping and makes you feel much more relaxed.

This restored much of Dionysus's confidence; his voice was incredibly loud, and this time he didn't shy away from the mortals on Crete, so everyone on the island could hear him.

But such overconfidence often leads to a major setback.

Especially since it's an island-wide broadcasting model.

As Dionysus recited the last part, his voice grew louder and louder, as if the louder the voice, the stronger the output!

night:……!

Its brilliance illuminates heaven and earth.

The delicious aroma of wine suddenly began to permeate the island.

It was like an overturned jar of vinegar, with a strong, pungent smell that relentlessly assaulted people's noses and mouths.

The fragrance of the wine created by this divine power can produce an illusion so great that even the gods cannot distinguish between reality and illusion.

Everything in reality will be redefined, as if it were a pre-arranged drama.

And Dionysus, the god behind the scenes who orchestrates this drama, is now the only object that can move in this grand performance.

This is his derivative as the god of wine—the god of drama!

"You shall drown in your dreams, along with your beautiful dreams. This is the final mercy of Dionysus." As he sensed the distant, towering, hundred-armed giant's breathing gradually becoming steady and long, and his body ceasing to move, Dionysus revealed a satisfied smile.

Even the massive body of the Hundred-Handed Giant could not resist its power.

This amount was enough to cause hallucinations in the supreme god; he didn't believe anyone could withstand it, not even that mysterious deity.

The people of Crete were all asleep, and under the influence of his power, Dionysus could even sense what dreams they were having and manipulate the sights they saw.

In that case——

Let everyone dream of Dionysus turning the tide and, with a dashing air, heroically beheading the enemy.

He wanted all the people of Crete to witness his heroic deeds.

The confidence that he could influence and control even the Hundred-Handed Giant made Dionysus, the god of wine, arrogant. He didn't even bother to check if the mysterious and powerful man from before was among those who had fallen asleep because of his wine.

At this moment, he was completely at ease, and even had the leisure to casually open the dream of a princess from a kingdom on the island of Crete.

After seeing that the island's princess was a blonde beauty.

While she may not be as elegant and beautiful as those goddesses and famous beauties, she is still considered to have good looks.

'What a lovely little girl.'

We can't let such a good opportunity pass us by and not take advantage of it.

However, this is something Dionysus did not know.

While he was openly reciting poetry, the night had already spread its flowing power throughout the surrounding space.

What decent person would announce their ultimate move before unleashing it? Isn't that just warning the enemy to defend?

Hmm—Night is the kind of night that's not serious.

Whether he's strong or not is another matter, but whether he's handsome or not is a lifelong thing. However, this doesn't stop him from being prepared for the God of Wine's ultimate move.

He did not stop Dionysus's actions, but rather prepared to witness firsthand how the gods wielded their powers.

He had already witnessed one before, the soul-stirring voice of the god of wine as he drank, and his fully revived state.

Ye was very familiar with the myth of Dionysus and already had some guesses in his mind.

And this second power...

The moment the aroma of the wine begins to spread in the air, the flowing force senses it and blocks and stops it.

After briefly assessing the state of the creatures on the island, Ye understood what had happened and began to ponder a question.

If Dionysus can induce hallucinations through the aroma of wine, there's no reason why the power of flow couldn't.

The radiance of the ocean, as the flowing force that can nurture all things and create life on earth, is of a high enough status that it is not impossible for it to derive a related power.

Night had previously unleashed a mirage-like attack, which was a type of mental illusion.

By altering the water molecules that impart the aroma of these fine wines through the power of flow, and using divine power to rearrange them into their own array, the consciousness behind the scenes is replaced by oneself.

Thinking of this, Ye tried to use the power of the God of Wine to resist the invasion.

Immediately afterwards, his powerful divine power, originating from Tartarus, spread rapidly like a virus, overwhelming everything in its path, and even before Dionysus could react, it had already taken over his 'grand performance'.

At this moment, everything Dionysus was doing and making was being observed by the night.

After realizing Dionysus's thoughts.

Ye suddenly had an interesting idea and decided to give this hero a big surprise.

And at this time——

Meanwhile, Dionysus has already begun to act according to the dream he has woven.

He first controlled the Hundred-Handed Giant to enter the city of Crete and wreak havoc.

Humans, forced to defend themselves, took up arms and began to resist, but how could mortals possibly be a match for such a mythical monster?

Like throwing an egg against a rock, the entire city was engulfed in flames of war, and the massacre was underway, leaving everyone in a state of constant fear.

Even the kingdom's princess was almost kidnapped by the Hundred-Handed Giant, and then—

A heroic and magnificent figure appeared amidst the radiance.

"I am Dionysus, the god of wine!! Fear not, mortals! Stand behind me, and the glory of the gods will protect you from the wicked hundred-handed giants!"

Then, Dionysus struck, transforming his divine power into a divine sword that pierced through the hundred-armed giant.

The hundred-armed giant raised his arm to try and knock the divine sword away, but he didn't expect the sword to be so sharp. It seemed to completely ignore his defenses and instantly pierced through his arm and chest.

Roar! Amidst its mournful howl, its massive body collapsed powerlessly, even crushing and causing distant mountains to crumble.

Amidst the cheers of the people, Dionysus became the hero who saved humanity.