Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

As Talos faced the combined aftershocks of the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance, the ground not far beneath his feet shattered, revealing an endless abyss.

Yet it remained standing firm in the void.

A slow smile crept across the corner of his mouth beneath his armor.

but--

"Not enough—! If this is all the power you have, who do you think you can defeat?! Unleash your full power, Holy Lance Master, Holy Sword Master! Let me witness the strongest form of humanity!"

The Demon King's majestic voice, shaking heaven and earth, was declared domineeringly.

Even when faced with these two terrifying attacks that had completely distorted space, the figure at the center still seemed to have some strength left.

Heroes: ...!

Chapter 321 You Won... May the world treat you gently! You are the one who will be!

"Should we do it no matter what?"

"Hmm... As agreed, when the world's hatred is focused on me, my disappearance will sever the chains of that hatred. Swift-footed hero... you are on the right path. No need for confusion, no need for hesitation; this is the path that will lead the Greek world towards tomorrow—"

Achilles: —【Zero Requiem】!

This is the tomorrow that people hope for! And fulfilling people's wishes is the responsibility of heroes.

What one cannot achieve alone, one seeks from others; and it is for this reason that heroes are born!

This is a drama where individual heroism reaches its peak.

In the final moments of his recollection, Griffith told him this.

He will use a trial called 'Wish' on everyone, for the sake of the world's tomorrow.

Achilles: And you... my friend, Griffith.

As the price for using miracles on people to fulfill an unattainable ambition of saving the world.

This salvation of all humanity, which even historical saints like Amakusa could not accomplish, is a miracle, even if it was brief.

The price is...

Achilles wept at this moment.

But he was met with a beautiful and radiant smile from the man, a smile that spoke volumes about his calm and powerful inner self.

'No need for sorrow, this is the Achilles I deserve. Only those prepared to be killed are worthy to wield their lance.'

Isn't this something you understand from the very first day you hold a weapon in your hand?

and so--

'Achilles—you must become a hero. Savior who saves the world from its enemies—the Demon King, the Demon God, and the absolutely evil Roman Emperor Talos! Holy Lance Master!!'

Boom~! !

Corresponding to memories, when all scenes and fantasies dissipate from the mind, what remains before one's eyes is the final, radiant light of the holy lance and holy sword.

Faced with two enormous orbs of light, each larger than a planet and growing ever stronger.

Even the Demon King could not withstand these two attacks that kept getting stronger, and in the end, his figure was swallowed up by them.

ended……

You know, Griffith... just like you said.

As you described when you handed the Holy Lance to me, the Holy Lance would restrain itself because it was amazed by the beauty of the thirteen bonds that bound the Holy Sword...

To us heroes, your very existence, and everything you did to uphold your beliefs and risk your life, is equally beautiful.

Beautiful person—!

Achilles hated his powerlessness at this moment; there were some things that only the other person could do, and he could not do them for him.

If he could, he would gladly die in his place, to die in such a beautiful way!

With a roar, the brilliance of the Holy Lance and the Holy Sword converged and burst forth!

In the end, the heroes forgot what happened next.

In the clash of concentrated light, even the sky was eventually dyed white-gold.

The earth was painted in pure white and gold...

until—

“We won—!” Achilles lowered his head. At this moment, his figure had appeared in front of the Demon King without anyone noticing. His divine spear had pierced the Demon King’s chest below his left shoulder blade. At this moment, his body felt as if it had lost all weight. Although he was not injured, he felt incredibly heavy because of the tearing pain in his heart, as if he were Achilles hanging on the divine spear.

And on the right, unsurprisingly, is the Holy Sword...

However, the golden figure had long since vanished, leaving only faint golden particles drifting by, seemingly foreshadowing how it had dissipated.

A voice filled with immense relief came from in front of Achilles: "Ah, yes...you have won...savior."

Achilles: "Gh..."

A tattered, jet-black gauntlet suddenly grabbed Achilles with its last ounce of strength.

The Demon King's majestic voice now carried a hint of firmness and regal arrogance as he stated it as if stating a fact: "No... Achilles, countless Greeks are watching. It's best not to utter that name. I'm sorry—I've forced you to make such a painful choice, if only..."

Unfortunately, I can no longer kill myself and then live on to deal with what happens afterward.

Savior, you must live forever as the messenger of justice, wearing a mask, no longer the swift-footed Achilles, but—the holy lancer who saves the world—Achilles.

We must sacrifice the happiness that ordinary people deserve for the sake of the world, forever...

You did it…you perfectly fulfilled our promise. And I—”

【sorry--】

The last few words resounded directly in Achilles' mind through his last remaining, meager divine power.

In this drama, no one will feel pain.

That was the original plan, but Achilles, who knew the whole truth, was the only one who needed to deceive the world and keep it a secret.

Especially since it was Achilles who had personally killed his friend.

Ah—his only friend whom he owed so much.

Leaving you alone in this hellish world.

A more win-win solution should have been found...

From now on——

'May this world treat you gently, Achilles.'

Beneath the visor, Achilles, tears streaming uncontrollably, cried out: 'I have indeed received this wish. You are the one… truly deserving of the world's kindness…'

Meanwhile, below, in the square of Mycenae, on the land that had been perfectly protected by the Holy Sword from beginning to end, the Greek people erupted in cheers as loud as a mountain collapsing.

They saw it! The Demon King's armor was tattered and mangled, his flesh torn and bloody! And he was incredibly weak, as if he might collapse at any moment!

It was a success!

At this moment, the people cheered and jumped for joy, their spirits soaring.

A new light appeared in their eyes.

The children looked on with longing at the figure of the hero who had almost shattered their nightmares.

The saviors who defeated the Demon King... wait, where is the other golden savior?

How come there's only one person left?

This bewildered confusion was quickly overshadowed by the joy of seeing the Demon King severely injured and on the verge of death.

They were far too afraid of Talos's power.

Since his debut, Talos has displayed an unparalleled and despair-inducing aura, and he has never been injured or even suffered a defeat.

People saw no hope of defeating this monster.

The more powerful Talos was in the past, the more thrilling and inspiring his current miserable state became, completely shattering the gloom in people's hearts.

Before watching...

They dared not shout, and all remained silent as they watched everything unfold. Even when the two gods were defeated, they did not dare to utter a sound.

Simply because the figure of that aloof demon king still remains!

Because that immense evil, the embodiment of absolute power, still exists...

The fear and oppression in people's hearts will not be reduced in the slightest, and now...!

Chapter 322 A Lie is Love, A Name That Must Never Be Shouted Out

People are cheering!

Shout the name of the hero Achilles! Shout the name of the savior!

The other heroes also showed obvious excitement and joy on their faces.

Did they win?

Even now, it still feels somewhat unreal, like a dream.

Hector and the others couldn't help but smile.

But suddenly—

A sense of unease swept over Agamemnon and the others; they felt a pang of fear, their hearts suddenly leaping violently.

Ah~! Ahh ...

On the high platform, Achilles suddenly gasped for breath and let out a tearing scream.

The cheers from the crowd grew even louder!

It was as if they thought it was a hero venting his anger and demonstrating his great power.

Didn't the heroes who defeated powerful monsters in the past roar and howl in the same way?

But only observant people and heroes noticed...

Why does Achilles' voice sound so sorrowful and painful?

That scene seemed so familiar, like the image of Hercules killing his wife and children in a fit of madness, then kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly.