Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Achilles, desperately trying to open his eyes, stammered, "Not...not yet..."

He struggled to crawl out of the ruins, but just as he was about to fall off the rubble, bang!

Achilles' body fell limply to the ground.

As he fell, his mind was still on his comrades in the Greek coalition, and at the end of his vision was that seemingly endless, towering figure reaching into the clouds.

An insurmountable obstacle!

His fingers, which he desperately tried to reach out, gradually lost their grip, and he could no longer even hold onto his weapon.

The demigod, rushing forward and unleashing all his light and heat, delivered his strongest attack, but it was like a pebble thrown into a lake, only creating ripples before fading away.

Achilles has fallen completely.

This time, no one could stop him—! As the name 'Egeon' resounded across the battlefield.

And it is this terrifying 'name' that causes terrible things to happen every time the Supreme Being utters it.

The next moment, the sea goat that terrified gods and men, the king of the heavens who turned Dionysus into mincemeat, and the Titan who had just easily defeated the great hero Achilles as easily as dealing with a mosquito!

Human awareness and courage seem like a joke in the face of this overwhelming power.

The mountain-like figure suddenly began to move. Although it was very slow, just a single step forward, its massive size instantly traversed three-tenths of the battlefield!

If they were allowed to take just two more steps, the mortals on the front lines who hadn't yet retreated would collapse along with the defensive line, like a snowman being kicked away, crushing into large swaths of watermelon juice and tomato soup.

grass--

The enemy boss not only deals maximum damage, but also relentlessly pursues you, giving you absolutely no chance to breathe. It's a complete scorched earth attack!

Reality isn't a fairy tale; there aren't that many miracles that allow the protagonist to escape by chance and then return at the perfect moment to turn the tables.

The scene before them made Achilles' 'sacrifice' seem utterly meaningless.

It was so oppressive and despairing that it made one feel utterly hopeless.

'Failed, failed, failed...' That was the last thought that Achilles kept repeating as he fell.

Achilles: 'I have failed…'

Finally, as if overlapping with the voices of countless people on the battlefield, it formed a river of despair, like a deep, dark sea.

The soldiers, and even the heroes—all felt a deep darkness in their hearts at that moment.

Men or women, young or old, anyone who could look out over this battlefield and witness what had just happened in the sky could do it.

All sorts of voices seemed to resound together in their hearts.

"It failed, it failed, it failed..."

If humanity has had to face death since birth, what is the meaning of our existence in this world?

Since death is inevitable anyway, then why fight against such a terrifying god?

Maybe we should give up. Maybe we should surrender.

Even if they are treated violently, even if they lose their dignity and freedom, and become slaves.

Ah—as long as I can escape this current situation for a moment, even if escaping means facing the embodiment of absolute despair, it seems like it doesn't matter.

Does this world, utterly conquered by the demon god, still hold any value in being protected? In this world where even the most brilliant heroes cannot resist, a world of constant loss, where even heroes cannot accomplish...

They can't protect anything.

He remained unmoved, his body stiff with fear, watching helplessly as the Black Knights, with their ferocious, fanatical laughter and chanting the name of the Demon King Talos, marched toward him with even greater morale.

At this moment, the Greek allied forces couldn't help but have such self-doubts and questions about life.

What exactly is life? It's about twisting, killing, trampling on, discriminating against, despising, and humiliating others.

They were powerless to resist the demon god and the Cretan army.

Unable to fight against those crazed black knights...

If this world is merely an illusion created by a moment of madness.

Everything...everything—

Bang! The sound of a spear plunging into the earth.

Although it was no longer a divine weapon, but just an ordinary weapon that was the standard issue for the generals of the Greek coalition.

However, due to the immense power of its wielder, it still pierced deep into the earth.

Then—a loud voice suddenly rang out on the battlefield.

It was as if a lion had awakened, as if the suppressed rage of Zeus was about to rouse the voices of the disheartened masses who resented their lack of resistance!

"It hasn't failed yet—!!"

what?

People looked bewildered—some even wore expressions of surprise.

"Look, son of the hero Peleus, son of the sea goddess Theseus! Even though he is a great hero of noble birth and bloodline as a demigod—Achilles—fought for us to the very last moment!"

"How dare we, who are so desperately protected by the son of a noble god, give up halfway and abandon our will to live?!"

"The time he fought so hard with all his might was by no means wasted—!"

Everyone looked up and headed in the direction from which the sound came.

The voice that resounded throughout the battlefield was full of power, like a cannonball piercing through gold and stone and soaring into the sky. It forcefully struck the hearts of the dejected people, restoring a glimmer of light to this gloomy, seemingly gray world.

It's Hector!

That strongest Greek defender, the greatest hero of Troy!

Single-handedly, he led Troy to hold out for ten years while he was alive, repeatedly defeating the coalition of Greek states—even in this timeline…

He never had the chance to accomplish that feat again, as he was brought to an end by Griffith, but that doesn’t mean the name Hector had no influence in the hearts of the warriors.

For those living in this era who have witnessed its power firsthand, nothing is more compelling and influential than what they have seen with their own eyes.

His will, with its powerful infectiousness, slightly restored people's spirits.

He roared like Thor, his voice sharp and furious, like a thunderclap: "The sacrifice of Achilles, and the sacrifice of those soldiers, will not be in vain...! As long as the final forging is completed, the dawn of victory will surely arrive!"

"—My fellow countrymen, now...all those who are still willing to stand with me in stopping the demon's advance, step forward!"

That's right—! Forging!!

Even though Hector didn't specify what he was forging.

[Holy Sword]...!

【Holy Lance】—!

That's right, they haven't lost yet.

On the battlefield, a glimmer of hope rekindled in the hearts of all the heroes who knew the truth.

Chapter 301 Night: The Warrior is the Best Warrior, Making My Heart Surge, But...

They all gritted their teeth and stepped forward.

The moment the heroes took that step forward together, the fear in their hearts seemed to vanish suddenly.

It was a belief, a belief that you understood what you should do next; it was a goal! It was the will to survive!

A person cannot survive without faith and will.

If you know why you are dying, you can conquer death and no longer fear it.

More than fearing death itself, they fear dying without knowing why they died; they fear dying meaninglessly!

Hector: "Don't forget—! You promised Achilles you would hold out until the very last moment of your defensive line!"

Although it was just Achilles showing off, and he rushed out on his own after saying that, no hero dared to object at that moment.

By that time, they had already given in to their own hearts. Or rather, compared to them hiding in the back like cowards, if they refused even Achilles' final request to bravely take a step forward, what face would they have to be called heroes!

Greek heroism may have leaned towards a robber-like logic at times, but it is not entirely without merit or redeeming qualities.

Courage and vows—they have never lacked them.

The other soldiers, despite their rank, were unaware of the inside story of forging the Star Sword and the Holy Lance.

I don't know why the heroes suddenly became so excited.

But they could sense that things were different.

A powerful fighting spirit rose within the heroes, like a delicate flower blooming amidst spring thunder and storm, full of vitality, like a petrel breaking through the dark clouds at sea, yearning for the future.

Humans are the most easily influenced by collective emotions.

Seeing that they were no longer confused, smiles appeared on their faces as they replied to Hector, "Of course..."

"we are coming!"

"How could I let you and Achilles fight to the very end alone?"

"Don't underestimate heroes!"

"As long as the blood in this body has not been drained, the battle will never stop."

Let us walk together into hell!

"I've been wanting to try this for a while now—usually at this point, shouldn't we recite some poetry like Griffith?"

"Ugh! This kind of thing is better left to the bards. It's too much trouble, my head is about to explode."

Gradually, more and more heroes began to talk to each other in a joking manner, relieving each other's stress while resolutely following in Hector's footsteps to come to his side.

A minor Spartan leader in charge of this side of the battlefield was filled with excitement upon seeing this scene. Even the proud and unruly Spartans felt only sincere admiration in their eyes as they looked at these heroes.

They would never be afraid of any powerful enemy, but this time was different. The enemy was not a ferocious beast, but a god who was more terrifying than a beast and even more ferocious than a natural disaster!

But precisely because of this, it may also be the most exciting and thrilling war in history, one that will go down in history.

"Everyone... I want to go and help those heroes, to buy some time together!"

"It is a disgrace for a soldier to simply let the leaders stand at the forefront while the soldiers cower and retreat to the rear in comfort!" said the young Spartan commander.

His soldiers all responded firmly, expressing their willingness to follow him and stand with the heroes.

They fought silently on the battlefield and witnessed Achilles' fleeting brilliance, vanishing like a shooting star.