Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

In those pairs of eyes, countless red lights seemed to flash and draw arcs in an instant.

At this moment, it inexplicably felt that its power had increased several times over.

Just hearing the music and chanting gives me a rush of adrenaline, an urge to unleash the power within me.

The King of Heavenly Prison?!

A god of destruction who will exist forever?

—!!! This sounds way more impressive than some sea goat thing! This is what true class is! Following this new master seems to have increased my class many times over! The Hundred-Armed Giant was ecstatic.

Roar! The heads on the hundred-armed giant roared in unison, their eyes glowing red, and their saliva dripping, revealing a ferocious and terrifying appearance.

A scene so oppressive it could instill despair in anyone, followed by a terrifying punch that slammed into Dionysus, the god of wine, on the earth!

This punch shattered the heavens!

Destruction, destruction, destruction...

It was as if the day of wrath had arrived.

When the blood boiled and the hundred-armed giant even unleashed a blow beyond the limits of its body, the pure physical attack produced a crimson beam of light effect.

Boom~! ! !

The beam of light struck Dionysus's body directly.

Dionysus let out a frenzied cry, filled with pain, confusion, and bewilderment...

A mix of emotions welled up inside me, including a touch of fear.

Dionysus, finally realizing that he was being led by the nose by the enemy, developed a sense of fear towards this man who, since the start of the war, hadn't even left his throne and had barely fought him.

“Egaion…execute him, a second strike!” Ye said in a low voice.

Roar~!!!

The hundred-armed giant clenched its strongest arms into a W-shape, like a Saiyan unleashing its power, then roared to the sky. Astounding crimson magic and aura erupted from its body, distorting the surrounding space. Then—

The shackles on his body were actually broken free.

As mentioned before, the Titans are currently imprisoned in the underworld, still burdened with sin, and bound by chains forged by the god of fire to restrain the god of sin.

However, under normal circumstances, no one would expect that something mass-produced like this could actually control a monster like the Hundred-Handed Giant.

And this exaggerated, tense feeling, of crushing with bare hands and muscles... no, squeezing, compressing...

The scene of crushing handcuffs and chains by squeezing them with muscles carries a strong sense of violent aesthetics.

Didn't you see that the God of Wine on the other side was staring so hard his eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets?

Breaking free from a divine artifact by sheer force, even if it was a mass-produced item, was an unimaginable feat for a premature infant like Dionysus, whose physical development was severely impaired.

If such a violent and barbaric guy were to unleash his full power and deliver another blow...!

'Hey, you must be kidding!' Even if it's hard for a god to die, he still feels pain. The fear in Dionysus's eyes at this moment seemed genuine.

All of these scenes were witnessed by the people of Crete through the release of his power.

That's right—

The night did not undo the power that Dionysus had previously used to control the situation.

Because this power is all-encompassing, it is prioritized for creating a field. Even the next anti-magic power of the God of Wine cannot interfere with the already formed field itself.

At this moment, his ugly behavior has been completely exposed to everyone without his knowledge. Even the people of Crete can see clearly what he has experienced in his reincarnation.

'They're not even in the same league...'

'As easy as an adult beating a child.'

For those who felt boundless awe at that moment, this was their only impression of the war before them.

Dionysus, the god of wine, was no match for that mysterious and powerful being!

Soon, the second strike of pure power, capable of distorting even the space of the Greek lands blessed by the gods, arrived!

The punch, which whistled past, unleashed the power of the Divine Fist Shattering Strike that had struck before the night.

The massive airflow generated by this attack made the already turbulent magical environment even more chaotic, leaving no way to escape to heaven or earth!

At that moment, the airflow created by just one punch completely blocked the other escape routes for the God of Wine.

This punch can only be taken head-on!

Crack—! Space shattered, Boom!

In the instant that Dionysus hastily and terrifiedly raised his arms to block, the fist had not yet gotten close to him, but the force had already struck him. When it finally hit him, Dionysus's bones shattered.

After the blow landed completely, the entire land centered on Dionysus began to collapse and sink. Then the seawater flowed backward, and a large part of Crete was completely destroyed in the direction of the impact of the punch. Further away, a road was forcibly carved out of the sea, splitting the seawater in two and revealing a huge landmass that could not be closed up for a long time.

What a miracle this is!

People were completely trembling and stunned at this moment.

'Wine—!!' After this attack, the God of Wine, who was not dead but was seriously injured, used the same trick again. As his body trembled, he took out fine wine from his small space and was about to drink it.

Sudden--

An ice sword flashed past and pierced his wine glass, the scalding wine, as hot as blood, dripping onto the ground and flowing freely.

Don't ask why Dionysus still had a place to stay. He used his last strength to reach another piece of land that was still intact before the earth collapsed.

But he was too weak to react to the ice sword attack.

"If you wish to drink freely—please do so—!" Night, who had appeared before Dionysus at some unknown time, slowly walked up to him and stepped on the pool of bright red liquid. At the same time, the flowing power also sealed off Dionysus's divine power. Under Night's suppression and the surrounding violent anti-magic domain, Dionysus had no spare strength to open the second subspace to retrieve new wine.

His pupils contracted as he looked at the liquid at Ye's feet, his face instantly contorting into a hideous and ugly expression.

"You damned bastard!!" Does this mean I have to crawl between his legs and lick the wine on the ground?

That would probably mean eating mud and gravel along with the food.

"I'm very curious. When faced with a life-or-death choice, would a high and mighty deity choose to abandon their dignity and live, or preserve their integrity and await death?" Ye spoke calmly, without a hint of mockery.

His posture made it seem as if he were simply conducting a basic social survey.

"Don't you find this interesting, Dionysus? Is there really a difference between divinity and humanity when faced with a life-or-death decision? You'll soon tell me the answer yourself."

Dionysus, the god of wine: !!!

Surprisingly, surprisingly, surprisingly—this is how it is—

"You actually... humiliated me like this!!! Waaaaah!! Even Zeus, the king of the gods and my father, has never insulted me like this." Suddenly, Dionysus, the god of wine, lost his former confidence and composure. His sunny and cheerful handsome appearance was replaced by ferocity, anger, arrogance, and pride.

When the noble god raised his head, he revealed an ugly, tearful appearance, as if he had suffered a great injustice and could not believe that anyone in this world could be so cruel and merciless in treating a noble god.

night:…………!

I sensed the growing chilling murderous intent in the air.

Dionysus shuddered, then cried out in terror, "Wait, wait! Don't do it! You can't break your promise! You said you'd give me a chance to choose. I want to live—! I want to live!!"

With that, Dionysus crawled over and lay sprawled on the ground, completely unaware that his every move was being exposed to the eyes of countless Cretans.

At this moment, the mortals were all staring wide-eyed in disbelief at the explosive scene before them.

Lord Dionysus, the gods—they actually want to… no, no way!!

You are a high and mighty god, the greatest faith on Crete, the god revered by countless islanders.

The stark contrast between aspirations and harsh reality, the shattering of the beautiful filter that mortals use to view God, and the subsequent collapse of faith.

No, they couldn't accept what they were seeing! No!!!

Chapter 271 Foolish! Hand over your head! A flash of flowing power, and the God of Wine's head fell to the ground.

"Lord Dionysus actually..." In a state of utter rage, disbelief, and madness, some of Dionysus's most devoted followers felt their vision blur and nearly fainted.

"It's fake, it's all fake!!"

Absurd! How could their revered radiant god, the Light of Zeus, possibly display such a clownish and ridiculous demeanor?

Even among ordinary people, there are those who are extraordinary and have even greater integrity.

The Dionysus they were facing even seemed a bit like—a giant baby?!

Is this really the reliable and reassuring God who inspires peace of mind and longing?

At this moment, looking at that wretched figure, worse than a beggar, wanting to kneel down at someone's toes and humbly beg for food.

No one could still feel respect for such a god.

The more they loved in the past, the more devastated they are now, finding it hard to accept that the gods they worshipped actually look like this.

Faith has collapsed!

In that instant—the glorious image of Dionysus shattered completely, beyond repair even with heavy watering.

What's even more infuriating and laughable is...

Even when Dionysus wanted to lower his head and stick out his tongue to lick it, he hesitated, as if searching for the right spot, trying to lick the wine without getting a mouthful of sand.

Even in such dire straits, with their lives threatened, what is there left to hold onto?

Even your neighbor Elena's grandma is braver than you; she just washes her mouth with muddy water.

Seeing the god of wine hesitate so much, Night decided to help him out, and suddenly stomped on his head, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt.

The instant his face was slammed into the bright red wine, before Dionysus could absorb the liquid and recover, Night's foot suddenly slammed into him.

A terrifying light burst forth from between his feet and Dionysus's head.

That was a terrifying clash of divine power.

Even if Dionysus was in dire straits at this moment, he was still a chief god. The density of his divine body, if not comparable to an asteroid or a continental plate, was definitely as hard as the Crete island beneath his feet.

But at this moment, this tough bone was being eroded by the divine power flowing beneath Ye's feet, and it began to deform wildly until...

boom! ! !

Despite Dionysus's desperate resistance, he was already severely injured and could not muster much divine power. He could only curse the other party for breaking their promise countless times in despair, and then he felt as if his head was being crushed.

In an instant—watermelon juice spilled all over the ground.

Dionysus—suddenly died!

This is not an incarnation, but the true form of a deity.