Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Even the beautiful princess blushed and looked at him with deep admiration.

Upon seeing this, Dionysus took the opportunity to propose to the princess.

Mythology describes Dionysus as a god who indulged in sensual pleasures and was true to his own desires.

He was also the only major god who did not live on Mount Olympus, but instead spent his days reveling, drinking, and having fun with mortal women.

He is a god who is attractive to both men and women. If he likes someone, even a lowly sailor will willingly descend and reveal his identity to woo him.

With his handsome appearance and status as a chief god, his courtship is always successful, and this time, after defeating the hundred-armed giant and demonstrating his heroism, he is sure to win the princess's heart!

...As expected, the princess accepted his proposal.

Before they even had a wedding, the impatient Dionysus grabbed the princess and headed to find a place to get married.

The princess did not resist.

But when Dionysus excitedly found a room and was about to go to bed with the princess, he was so excited that he even used his divine power to shatter his clothes. But the moment he lowered his head, he immediately became impotent, which almost made his heart stop beating.

Where are the beautiful princesses now?

At that moment, Dionysus discovered that the princess he was holding had turned into a pile of bones.

His face turned green, and he hurriedly threw the bones away. Then, without looking back, he used his divine power to transform into a rainbow and flew away from there.

what's the situation?

Dionysus felt deceived and was furious afterward.

His mind was a bit foggy, and until now he only felt that the princess had been switched, without realizing that something was wrong.

He didn't even realize that he had only defeated the Hundred-Handed Giant; where had the mysterious man who had been sitting on the Hundred-Handed Giant gone?

Dionysus, who failed to notice such an obvious flaw, naturally became even more confused later on about the predicament he had fallen into.

It's like an endless cycle.

Soon, Dionysus, who wanted to return to Crete to seek revenge on the kingdom and force them to hand over their beloved princess, encountered many more events along the way.

The surrounding scenery is constantly changing.

He sometimes vanquishes monsters, sometimes protects human kingdoms, and has even fought dragons. Each battle is against incredibly powerful enemies, all of them legendary beings, making each encounter more difficult than the last. Yet, as if aided by divine intervention, he always manages to achieve victory.

And every time it tries to enjoy the fruits of its victory, gold and silver treasures turn into dung, beautiful women turn into rosy skeletons, and even the sacrificial bulls offered to it by mortals are all beautiful on the outside but hollowed out and filled with dung on the inside.

Ugh! Once or twice is one thing, but it happens every time. At this moment, the psychological trauma of Dionysus is growing larger and larger.

That handsome face looked as if he were constipated, his expression as ugly as if he had eaten shit, almost as if he was about to swear out of respect for his divine image—what kind of rubbish is this?!

Chapter 269 The Mad God of Wine's Power, the Whirlpool Hidden in the Deep Sea, the Eternal God of Destruction

"Enough! Enough! Enough!!" Dionysus felt like he was going crazy. What on earth was going on?

Until—after defeating countless powerful enemies along the way, yet gaining nothing and receiving no reward, until finally encountering the last enemy.

It was an oppressive enemy, clad in jet-black armor, whose mere presence on the skeletal throne opposite him exuded an aura of dominance.

Dionysus didn't even know how he got there.

But the thought that he would surely be able to easily defeat the formidable enemy in front of him this time, but would ultimately gain nothing, drove him mad.

At this moment, the figure on the throne spoke: "Finally...we meet again, Dionysus, the god of wine..."

again?

At this moment, Dionysus felt that the voice of the person in front of him was somewhat familiar, but he could not tell whose it was.

Until the other party spoke up: "Dionysus, all your battles so far have been under my control."

Dionysus was stunned: "All my battles so far... have been under your control?"

He didn't understand what the sentence meant, but he inexplicably felt a deep sense of malice.

What is this? What exactly happened?

A sense of foreboding washed over him.

Dionysus demanded menacingly, "I'm asking you!! What on earth is going on!?"

"Don't...don't shout like that, Dionysus. There's no need to be so surprised. Don't you find it strange that, in your long divine life, you've never encountered so many heroic experiences, yet since that battle, you always seem to meet humans on your journeys who need your help..."

"Slaying legendary monsters, even dragons, and whenever you lose something and feel angry, you'll just happen to get caught up in other events." The man didn't speak, but Dionysus kept hearing his voice in his mind.

This feeling of being completely controlled by the other party, as if one's life has been arranged, is terrifying, like a grand drama.

That feeling of not being able to control one's own destiny.

—What happened?!

He seemed to have forgotten something.

This unprecedented experience terrified Dionysus.

In the past, He, as a god, was the one who teased mortals. How could He, as a mortal, be teased by a higher being?

This sense of disparity even made him feel more fear than ordinary people.

"No, I don't believe it!" Dionysus, of course, could not believe that his divine life had been preordained.

The other party's reaction was indifferent and detached: "Is that so? For the majority of powerless beings in the world, the truths that prevent them from affirming themselves are the real facts. But—it's time to start remembering who you're fighting right now."

This sentence is like a switch.

The moment Ye finished speaking, a bolt of lightning ripped through the darkness and exploded in his mind.

Suddenly—the god of wine recalled the initial scene in his mind, the beginning of all the changes.

It was that battle with the Hundred-Handed Giant.

Suddenly, he realized something was wrong with himself, or rather, with the world.

No, this isn't the real world. This should be—!!

"Finally realized it? That's right, this is your world of power."

"!!!! You, how could you...!" The God of Wine was stunned, his face blank. If this was a virtual world constructed by his own power, how could the other party control—his own power?!

The god of wine, whose expression became quite interesting, decided to launch a counterattack.

After realizing the truth, the power of the supreme deity finally reacted and, under self-protection, was no longer disturbed.

It's quite pathetic that a deity, especially one of the twelve main gods, could be so easily fooled for so long, and even need to be awakened by the enemy before realizing something was wrong.

Filled with shame and consumed by boundless rage, Dionysus, now solely focused on killing his enemy, unleashed another aspect of his power—

The raging Dionysian factor caused the surrounding mountains and rivers to go mad, and even inorganic matter to experience a drunken, chaotic state. It even affected the magic in the surrounding atmosphere, forming a raging domain where even the gods could not exert their powers.

Commonly known as... manually disabling magic!

Even in this state, he himself is unable to actively use his powers to interfere with the world.

This move is somewhat similar to the power of the God of Wine in the Godslayer world next door.

"Found you!!" After saying that, Dionysus wanted to launch a violent counterattack and attack the real body of the enemy in reality.

And at this time——

Night watched as Shan Shan arrived late, unleashing a chaotic power that was perfectly isolated by his own flowing energy, as if an absolute defensive shield could only contain the violent natural forces that were running rampant outside his body.

In order to break free from control, did they resort to this tactic that kills a thousand enemies but also harms eight hundred of their own?

Unfortunately, it was useless.

It even became the grave he dug for himself.

In this state, Dionysus could no longer escape.

Now, even if his father Zeus sensed the battle taking place here, he would definitely not be able to come to the rescue in time.

This raging, magic-suppressing domain is the best graveyard it has chosen for itself.

"I need to thank you, Dionysus." Finally, Night spoke the second sentence that Dionysus, the god of wine, could hear.

"What?!" Dionysus exclaimed in astonishment.

Then, to its utter confusion, the sky darkened.

Faced with the attack from the god of wine, Night did not even defend himself, as if he did not believe that the attack could get close to him at all.

The next moment, they arrived first despite being late!

The figure of the hundred-armed giant rose up in the raging anti-magic field.

Dionysus: ?! Hundred-handed giant!! Impossible, I didn't kill it...

???

Suddenly, he realized that he had been deceived not since he killed the Hundred-Armed Giant, but from the very beginning, and that he had never actually been able to defeat this legendary monster.

Got it!

In this purely magic-free realm, who can rival Titan in terms of physical strength?

Moreover, he is the most terrifying hundred-handed giant among the Titans, the most famous of the hundred-handed giants, and the sea goat Aegion, a war weapon that even the gods fear!

Dionysus's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

And in his terrified expression.

Suddenly, I heard a chanting.

As the first god that Night is about to kill, let him teach the other party what it really means to recite poetry.

What truly defines status and prestige!

"A whirlpool lurking in the deep sea, a god of destruction that exists eternally in heaven and earth—!" A deep, resonant, majestic, and hoarse voice slowly echoed from the sky.

The dark-skinned demon king swung his hand powerfully forward.

Chapter 270 Descend, King of Heavenly Prison! (Kneels down) If you wish to enjoy yourself, please help yourself.

"Unleash your power when the worlds meet! Descend! King of the Heavenly Prison!" The space trembled, and the echoing voice reverberated throughout the heavens and earth.

next moment--

Roar! Accompanied by a high-energy background music that suddenly filled the air.

This time, the night, which seemed to have its own built-in sound system, was accompanied by the hundred-armed giant's earth-shattering roar. Suddenly, the eyes of all the heads on its body opened.