Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

The excruciating pain... made Agamemnon suddenly clutch his chest.

My heart is in great pain, and I can hardly breathe.

It felt as if I had lost something important...

Why—why do I feel as if I can sense the same pain as Achilles, this intuitive sense of empathy?

A hero's intuition can sometimes be quite irrational.

In mythology, many heroes, before facing their end and tragic fate, often sense unusual omens and witness extraordinary, symbolic scenes and things.

What black sails, what wind power...

Such a sudden impulse must have arisen because of something that happened.

But in such a joyous moment—

The dark clouds on the horizon had dispersed, and a few rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, finally focusing on the figures of Achilles and the Demon King at the center.

Click, click...~!

A tiny crack appeared on Talos's mask.

Within this eerie green soul fire, the armor, whose astonishing death aura was beginning to recede, seemed to symbolize that the Demon King was truly about to die, his very life force becoming incredibly weak.

What an inspiring sight!

Agamemnon, Hector, and the others couldn't help but look at the cracked mask.

at last……

Can you see the true face of the ultimate boss and final enemy of this world?

Hector and the others felt uneasy, recalling a ridiculous conjecture they had once made about Talos's identity.

However—since it has been confirmed that the Gold Saint El Cid is the hero they have been longing for—Griffith was in disguise.

So Talos must be someone else, right?

Wait—what about that golden figure?

Where did you go?

Their pupils suddenly contracted and shook violently... Hector, Agamemnon, and the others trembled.

Even after the final, overwhelming brilliance of the holy sword and spear, and with Achilles still alive and unharmed, a terrifyingly powerful golden figure vanished.

And after seeing Talos's dying state.

Inevitably, a terrifying conjecture led the group to connect everything.

No, no... could it be?!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the field—

It was as if a hundred or a thousand years had passed in an instant.

While people shout the names of heroes, the real heroes have already fallen.

How ironic were the cheers amidst this grand celebration—

Achilles' body was about to slide down completely powerless, but the Holy Lance and the gauntlets that were holding him tightly held him in place.

As the savior, you absolutely cannot fall now; you must stand tall to receive the final glory.

At this moment, Achilles finally understood the profound meaning of Griffith's earlier words.

Those who are not prepared to kill are not qualified to hold a spear in their hands.

Life is priceless. In his pursuit of miracles, Griffith killed many lives, and his final act was to be killed.

Repay the weight of life with the weight of life itself.

They were willing to risk their lives, willing to give everything for this moment, and dedicate the rest of their lives to their men.

Even if it's not a fair comparison, how can one person's soul compare to thousands of souls?

But in many people's hearts, such a soul is already priceless, a true treasure that the whole world cannot buy.

...Not to mention thousands of souls, even all the souls in all of Greece could not compare to this one radiant soul.

'A lie is love; it's the last and best gift you gave to the world!'

And now Achilles intends to continue this lie.

Click~!

Finally, under the dazzling sunlight, beneath the shattered armor, a handsome, serene face slowly closing its eyes was revealed to everyone.

Because of the distance, and because few Greeks knew the true face of the hero, most had only heard the legend of him.

At this time, no one recognized his true identity.

But the heroes present were clearly not among those who were unrecognizable and invisible.

Almost all of them had participated in the great Trojan War and possessed excellent eyesight.

Even now, they would rather they didn't have these eyes at all.

“Gree…!!” Agamemnon’s voice trembled violently, his desperately suppressed emotions seeming about to burst forth in an instant.

"No—!!" Hector suddenly interrupted, using all his strength as if he wanted to crush his gums completely. At this moment, the metallic taste of blood flowed down his throat, and his tiger eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at that face.

But no matter how much pain he felt, he absolutely could not show his weakness. Hector gritted his teeth and whispered, "Look at Achilles. Doesn't he understand everything yet? Doesn't he know what has happened? If he calls out that name now, all their efforts will be in vain. Even a lamb will turn into an angry wolf after discovering it has been deceived... let alone a human."

Once they discover that the Demon King was actually a hero in disguise...

At that point, let alone eliminating mutual hatred, the anger that has lost its target and has nowhere to be vented will likely brew into something even more turbulent and terrifying.

Agamemnon: "What did you say?!"

Agamemnon suddenly turned around, revealing a terrifying gaze that seemed to devour anyone who dared to do so. Even Hector, the most powerful hero of Troy and a veteran of countless battles, felt a chill run down his spine.

Those were the eyes of a dead man who had crawled out of hell.

I have something to do today, so I'll be taking a break from updating.

Something's up today, so I'm taking a break from updating. (Repeated 6 times)

Chapter 323 I, destroy the world, create...the world

A crimson hue, like a demon's tyranny, collapse, distortion, madness, pain, and regret, mixed with countless negative emotions, was like a powder keg ready to ignite at any moment, its gaze seeming to devour everything that displeased it in an instant.

But those were such pitiful, helpless eyes.

It was a deathly stillness of despair, devoid of any hope, eyes devoid of any light.

The light—went out!

Even if one cannot immediately guess everything upon learning the truth, simply witnessing that person's death is enough to deal a heavy blow.

And at this time——

Many heroes on the field were in a daze; how could they not be shocked and devastated by the scene before them?

They're just putting on a brave face right now.

That...that person is clearly—!

However, at this moment, Agamemnon's body abruptly stopped.

Even though the gaze was terrifying, and even though his body was trembling, he did not call out that name again, nor did he take another step forward.

Clearly, he did not completely ignore those words.

No one loved that hero more than him, so he could better understand the moment when the hero sacrificed himself for his ideals, and what they should do at that moment so as not to be considered blasphemous.

The air seemed to be filled with a sorrowful, serene elegy.

Sacred and ethereal—a farewell to a true hero.

The cheers were the perfect farewell gift.

'I...destroy the world...'

"Create...the world..." The Demon King slowly closed his eyes.

*Thud!* Achilles drew his spear, then watched helplessly as the corpse, with a peaceful smile on its face, plummeted from the sky into the endless abyss.

He instinctively reached out to grab and hold on, but his trembling arm withdrew in the end. Suddenly, the savior's body, which had been broken and was holding the holy lance, seemed to have become a different person, turning into a cold machine devoid of emotion.

He raised the holy lance and shouted—

"The Demon King Talos—! Has been... vanquished! All evil has been slain under the brilliance of the Holy Lance and the Holy Sword. Now—heroes, follow me to release the hostages!"

Ohh ...

A wave of cheers erupted from below the crowd.

So--

'Your mission is over.' Achilles took one last look at the holy spear in his hand, and without hesitation, threw down the divine spear that had pierced the unjust heart of a true hero.

Some Greeks below who noticed this scene gasped in astonishment, unable to comprehend what the savior was doing.

...That was the divine spear that shattered the Demon King.

Achilles: "The Demon King is dead... The Holy Lance has perfectly fulfilled the duty it was forged into. This power, too great, should not remain in the world any longer. If its immense power falls into the hands of someone with ill intentions, it will surely disrupt the balance of the earth. Let it... sleep eternally, along with the Demon King's corpse!"

People understood Achilles.

Is that so?

They readily believed the words of this savior who had saved the world.

Little did he expect that Achilles genuinely loathed the gleaming spear. Rather than continuing to hold it and recall the moment he used it to pierce Griffith's chest, he decided it was better to let it accompany Griffith to eternal sleep.

That should have been the weapon the other party possessed, whether it was a holy sword or a holy spear.

My friend—! On this land of Greece, there is no one worthy of the true name of savior, not me, but only one from beginning to end—it is you! Hero, wielder of the savior's sword, savior of the land of Greece—Griffith!

When people proclaim the birth of a hero, little do they know that the real hero has already fallen.

“Talos—that’s…the Demon King Talos! Not anyone else, understand? Everyone…” Aeneas spoke calmly at this moment.

Hector and the others remained silent, offering neither a response nor a rebuttal.

At that moment, the hearts of all the heroes of Greece seemed to die.