Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

In this situation, if one were to view things from the perspective of looking at insects, perhaps the male heroes would be even more excited, wishing they could take Aeneas's place.

Chryseis: "[Guiding the war to the very end]—Ending this war and helping humanity achieve final victory. That is the purpose of my presence here."

It was a child's willful choice to help humanity defeat the gods; this can't even be explained as willfulness, it's madness.

"You need to have complete faith in me for there to be even the slightest chance of defeating the demon god Talos. Needless to say, failure means total annihilation, and all the insurance measures will probably be in vain. It's either slaying the god or destruction; it's a gamble of either all or all, with no tie and no option to forfeit."

"Just like the Demon King Talos's pre-war declaration on Crete—to ignite the flames of war on every piece of land that Hermes' wings can reach, to kill all the Hermes' wings, and not even the gods can escape... even Troy is within the scope of this 'world'."

Therefore, there is no other way but 'trust'.

Humanity has long since run out of escape.

Unless they choose to leave the Greek universe and travel to the world of other pantheons.

Unless Aeneas sets out ahead of time, carrying humanity's last hope to the Mediterranean in search of future Roman territory.

But now that Troy is no longer destroyed, even though Aeneas has witnessed too much bloodshed and has begun to have the idea of ​​going out to fulfill his destiny in another form, he still cannot clearly know that he is a pioneer born to found Rome.

Aeneas: "..."

Trust?

Is this woman in front of me trustworthy?

Even whether she is a woman or not is now uncertain.

Men, women? Old people, children? These are all just appearances, mere shells.

Its intrinsic nature is what matters most.

Aeneas calmed down: "Does trusting you really increase our chances of winning? How confident are you that we can achieve final victory, or rather—I ask you, is the probability of forging the Holy Sword and Holy Lance and successfully defeating that Demon King still only three in a thousand?"

Chryseis shook her head: "Three per thousand is just a general statement. In reality, I would say that even if the battle were to be repeated a thousand times, there would be no third outcome other than destruction and rebirth. In other words—for humanity, it's either win or lose... the probability of winning is actually one in two."

That's fallacy, without a doubt—

However, the smile on his face, though seemingly divine and devoid of emotion in his calm narration, overflows with the human sentimentality of a human being.

Upon hearing this, Aeneas, who had always been under great pressure because of facing the gods, couldn't help but smile knowingly and feel a little relieved.

Chryseis: "Strictly speaking, every step we take in the coming time could lead to two completely opposite outcomes. If we calculate based on a probability of three in a thousand, out of a thousand timeline restarts, we only have three chances to win."

In a spiritual language, Aeneas came to understand the concept of different worldlines.

He continued to listen, his mind completely absorbed by the other person's words... Similarly, at this point, all he could do was listen; there was nothing else he could do.

Chapter 294 Chrysei is weaving a fairy tale called love and hope for humanity.

"We need to constantly try and fail to prevent any future outcomes that could lead to bad results. This is the 'variable' that will determine victory in the final battle. Every decision may create a new variable. Usually, this variable is unpredictable and unknowable. Theoretically, it's too late to forge the Holy Sword at this point."

"The success rate of all our current strategies in preparation for the upcoming great war is less than 1%. Under these circumstances, what is the probability of successfully forging the Holy Sword and Holy Lance while dealing with the enemy's invasion? It is probably less than three per thousand."

"However, even so—human beings are a race that constantly creates miracles. Through human manipulation, under the influence of the will of countless people, the range of error of variables is reduced infinitely, eventually accumulating into something called a miracle. Just like the defensive battle that happened in the Argos Mountains not long ago—the Spartan warriors successfully repelled the Black Knights."

"With a slight numerical disadvantage, they turned the tide and annihilated the calamity-like army that was far superior to ours in terms of strength, speed, and military might, and had already conquered most of Greece. What were the odds of this battle succeeding? What were the chances of the soldiers surviving?"

Aeneas vaguely grasped something from these words, but was not yet certain.

Meanwhile, the girl opposite, who had somehow already picked up her teacup, smiled and said, “It’s a probability that’s infinitely close to zero but not exactly zero. Before the battle, everyone was prepared for the worst, resigned to certain death but hoping to live a glorious final life. Unexpectedly, we won. That’s why everyone cherishes this hard-won hope all the more. And they’ve become even more focused on that elusive Holy Sword forging plan.” “A miracle can render concrete calculations obsolete, making unpredictable variables susceptible to influence. Conversely—if a miracle can be triggered… probability theory becomes mere conjecture…”

Even the smallest hope can lead to a miracle.

"Human will is such a wondrous thing. Theoretically speaking, even if I have a special method to shorten the forging speed of the Holy Sword and Holy Lance to just a few days, at the current rate of material collection, Mycenae will probably perish before the divine weapons are even forged... However, we cannot expect a miracle to occur this time, allowing the Holy Sword and Holy Lance to be completed before the crucial moment arrives, but one thing is certain..."

"What?" Aeneas couldn't help but ask.

"It's hope—like the hope buried in Pandora's box. As long as those two divinely crafted weapons are successfully forged, humanity still has a chance to turn the tide, and has not yet lost..."

As Chrysei spoke so calmly.

Looking into those dreamlike, starry eyes, Aeneas seemed to see something, and was somewhat shocked by the moving things in those words.

Should we leave our hopes for the future?

To gamble on this miracle is also to leave hope for the next one.

Humans are a race adept at discovering miracles. Even if they fail this time, there will be another. As long as they are not extinct, one day, a hero wielding a holy sword and a holy spear will rise up and defeat the Demon King.

This is a fairy tale full of love and hope.

Chryseith—! She is weaving a dreamlike 'fairy tale' for humanity, a fairy tale called love and hope!

It is also weaving a myth of killing gods.

The idea of ​​uniting all of humanity to kill a god—rather than a single powerful hero or deity—would be unprecedented in history and leave a profound impact, much like Pandora's box.

Humanity's natural awe of deities will be reversed as a result, and will likely cease to exist.

If Aeneas knew the more fundamental purpose of this trial, he might have trembled even more. Something essential had changed, and that was exactly what the Demon King wanted to see.

The origin of all wars can be seen as the oppression and exploitation of the weak by the strong, with one side invading and the other resisting. And the greatest oppression in the world is none other than that of God.

Thus, night, as a human, guides humanity forward; as a demon, it must be personally defeated by humankind.

Time flies, and it's gone by in a flash.

Several days have passed since that conversation.

In these days, the Cretan army has breached the Gulf of Corslin and is advancing toward the capital.

The army stationed in the Argos Mountains had no choice but to retreat, abandoning their defenses and returning to defend the last piece of land in the south, the last capital of humankind.

The conquerors' march has not stopped.

On land, the main force, led by numerous heroes, launched an attack on the enemy's main force at Megara, the only passage from Athens to this side.

But the heroes, who were soon suffering defeat after defeat, saw the towering figure of the legendary hundred-armed giant on the battlefield, which put them under immense pressure.

They not only had to fight, but also had to be wary of the towering Hundred-Handed Giant, and even the legendary demon king Talos who was said to always reside atop the Hundred-Handed Giant's head.

Meanwhile, Achilles, who was the main fighting force, was still searching for the last few forging materials for the Holy Sword and Holy Lance. The heroes, lacking top-notch combat power, could only keep retreating and shrinking their defensive lines.

During this process, the enormous hundred-armed giant merely observed like a watchtower without taking any action, but they still struggled greatly in the fight.

Just then, good news finally arrived from the rear: the final materials for forging the Holy Sword and Holy Lance were finally completed.

Just as the heroes were rousing themselves and waiting with anticipation.

Meanwhile, in the capital of Mycenae, the heroes, including Achilles, were flushed.

"Where is Chrysei?"

"Lady Chryseis said that time was of the essence and that she had to take the materials to Paradise to forge the Holy Sword. Then she disappeared with the divine weaponry and various materials."

"Why didn't you wake me?!" Achilles was furious.

He had only managed to find the last piece of material after several days of intense mental strain and combat. After returning to the Mycenaean capital, he finally felt relieved and wanted to relax, take a shower, and close his eyes for a few seconds. However, he never expected that he would fall into a deep sleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

When they woke up, all the materials they had brought were gone.

When they heard that it was Chrysei who had gone to forge the divine weapons, they breathed a sigh of relief. But how could the heroes who had worked so hard these past few days put their minds at ease if they didn't witness the forging process of the holy sword and holy spear with their own eyes, or even see them successfully forge them?

Chapter 295 Mennon: Watch and learn carefully! A mere hundred-armed giant is nothing...

They placed all their hopes on Apollo's holy sword and lance, which could defeat the demon king.

Some of the people involved had doubts about the possibility that this was a scam.

It's not that God can't lie, let alone a priestess of God who isn't God himself descending.

But they really had no other options.

The disparity in combat power between the two sides is enormous. If such powerful, seemingly cheat-like weapons that could narrow the gap between humans and gods do not appear, they really cannot think of any way to deal with the demon god Talos, who easily twisted off the head of Dionysus, by relying on human strength alone, when the gods are not responding.

They took a desperate gamble, choosing to place all their bets on the elusive Holy Sword and Holy Lance.

At this moment, Chryseis's disappearance alone, without even anyone with her, made the heroes feel uneasy.

It's like you've partnered to invest hundreds of millions, but your partner has run off with the money and can't be contacted anymore.

Even if the other party is trustworthy, such a large sum of money will make you panic!

It wasn't just Achilles; almost all the heroes who stayed behind were those who had accompanied Achilles in intense battles recently.

The rest, whoever had free time, were naturally sent to the main battlefield.

They actually messed up at the crucial moment and made such a big mistake—

"That wretched woman—!!" Achilles gritted his teeth.

Well, there's no other way now. We can only try anything, hoping they can actually bring back the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance.

Achilles and the others, who had no time to think too much, had just rested and were about to head to the front lines.

Meanwhile, Achilles led his chariots, carrying the heroes of this side, toward Megara.

Before they even stepped onto the battlefield, they witnessed a horrific scene.

The scorching, hellish world, with its gloomy sky and dark red, scorched earth, divided the battlefield as if forming another space.

Countless black knights clashed with Spartan warriors and Greek soldiers. Even the mighty Spartan warriors, with their flesh and blood, often could not withstand the powerful vertical slash of a black knight.

If the enemy's numbers hadn't been far fewer than ours, this war would have been a foregone conclusion long ago.

boom--!

Faced with the heroic army that they could not conquer for a long time, finally—the hundred-armed giant, who had been watching from the sidelines, moved.

On the battlefield—Hector was driving his chariot, fighting, but also constantly keeping an eye on the enormous creature over there.

After noticing that the towering figure had moved.

Hector immediately turned the car around—and roared at the others around him, "Stop it! We can't let that thing get close to the lines...!"

With that size, he could probably shatter their defensive line with a single kick. Even if seven layers of city walls stood in front of him, they would be as fragile as paper-thin tofu.

In response to Hector's call, two other heroes who had also come from Troy charged out from their ranks and rode toward the tall figure.

One of them was Aeneas, and the other was Memnon, the nephew of Priam, the grandson of Laomedon, the king who had deceived Apollo and Poseidon into building the walls of Troy, and the child of Aurora, the goddess of dawn.

Aneas is a promising hero, a typical all-rounder. Although he doesn't have outstanding strength, with no particular strengths in either output or defense, he has the advantage of having fought against almost every famous hero on the Trojan battlefield and survived.

His basic qualities and abilities were very strong. From a comprehensive perspective, he might even be stronger than Hector. This may be why the gods chose him to be the hero who crossed the Mediterranean and opened up Rome.

He possesses an incredible resilience and tenacity to survive, as well as the courage to match it.

But when that courage had to confront the terrifying size of the Hundred-Handed Giant, although at first they responded almost without thinking when their brother Hector called out to them and took the initiative to charge at the towering monster, it was only in the process of getting closer that humans could truly realize how insignificant they were.