Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

When everyone starts to believe the same thing, then that thing must be 'true'.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, it should be true.

The light of Greece, absent for hundreds of years...

After asking that question, Ye didn't say anything more to Caesar.

However, when he met with those Greek heroes, he made no attempt to conceal Caesar's presence in their conversations.

When those familiar names—

Achilles, Hector, Agamemnon, and Penthesilea all appear, especially Aeneas, who can be considered the ancestor of the Caesar family, the progenitor of Romulus, the founding emperor of Rome, and the true progenitor of Rome...

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Rome itself is right before our eyes.

Caesar was completely stunned, his mind blank.

He wasn't foolish enough to angrily question these people about the blasphemous act of naming themselves after heroes from the Greek era.

After all, the way these people appeared was extremely mysterious, as if they had crossed time and space.

Emerging from the light...

'Caesar...do you believe in the light?' At this moment, that slightly profound question inexplicably surfaced in Caesar's mind again.

A startling thought suddenly popped into his mind, though it was utterly absurd... it was driven by a strong intuition.

These people wouldn't be—the heroes from myths and legends themselves, would they?

But... how is that possible?!

When magic becomes reality...

Is it anticipation or fear? Is it unbelievable excitement or horror?

Caesar's mind was now completely in a mess.

He saw Ye leading his army to build boats on the spot to cross the river.

As he walked alongside the hero named Aeneas, Caesar's mind was still filled with only one thought...

'Could this really be my ancestor...?!'

Incredible...

Unbelievable—!

Summoning powerful heroes from the past to fight for you is unheard of and is certainly not the work of an ordinary person.

Calling it a miracle wouldn't be an exaggeration...

It's fake, it's fake, it can't be... I must be overthinking it.

But a strong surge of emotion and a sense of kinship made Caesar frequently glance at Aeneas. ...! Wait, what's going on here? Can't anyone explain this to me?

Under the overwhelming presence of the Greek heroes, young Caesar, bewildered and unsure of his own path or what to do, trembled like a schoolboy surrounded by eight hundred burly men...

They had no idea who they were, where they were, or what they were doing.

The future Roman emperor could only cry out in despair, "Help!!"

The heroes did not join the soldiers in building ships, nor did they pay attention to Caesar, who was still a young boy who had not yet grown up. Instead, they all gathered around Night, their emotions seemingly a mixture of sadness, excitement, disbelief, and inexplicable silence.

...Achilles looked at the familiar figure before him, as if he were still alive in a dream.

real--!

It's really you!!

That's great, that's great, that's great...

Since that battle, Achilles has lived in nightmares for countless days and nights. Despite being a demigod with a long lifespan, he was the first among the many heroes to die.

He was constantly tormented by his inner guilt, and now he saw that familiar figure again.

A miracle finally answered my heart's desire!

Chapter Twelve: What Savior? A Dreamlike Feeling of Ancestors and Forefathers Standing Before Me!

He lingers in the long afterlife, unwilling to leave. He merely seeks the spirit of the man named 'Griffith' in the underworld, to prove that he was not swallowed by the abyss after the final battle.

This process was far too long.

It was so long that he almost forgot who he was. He was in immense pain and wanted to give up countless times, but a crazy obsession in his heart prevented him from accepting the outcome.

Until he heard a call in the darkness, and light—illuminating his consciousness and allowing him to recall everything from the past.

She listened to a man's needs and responded almost without hesitation.

This response was exactly what he had been longing for, like a spring of water desperately sought in the desert—a thing called 'hope'!

Sometime later, Achilles, already in tears, finally—

His hoarse voice spoke, filled with a deep, unwavering resolve that belied his youthful and handsome appearance: "Sinner—Achilles... Come forth! Savior, if necessary, once again wield this sinful body with abandon. I will fight to the very end, burning my last drop of blood. Leave any enemy to me with confidence."

The next moment, an unwavering and chilling will, a determination that accompanied the sound, was carried on the wind.

This time—!!! I will absolutely fight alongside you to the very last moment!

"No matter how powerful the enemy, I will fight for you! This time, I will not let you go alone again..." When Achilles made an inviolable oath like the warriors of Norse mythology, the desperate will emanating from him could move anyone.

Even Caesar, an outsider, could clearly see the dazzling radiance emanating from the lofty warrior's soul.

His mind was even more confused, and his CPU was almost overheating.

The hero who calls himself a sinner—Achilles, a man with the same name as the famous swift-footed hero in mythology—calls his new brother—"Savior"?!

The heroes, seemingly imbued with the weight of history and heavy memories, their very existence is beyond doubt once their aura merges into one.

This must be a powerful legion that has undergone considerable and brutal trials, traveled countless miles, and experienced countless events before it was born.

Only this innate temperament and aura, and the unwavering determination to make a vow at the risk of one's life, cannot be faked.

Caesar had complete faith in this feeling.

Perhaps it's a case of heroes appreciating heroes.

This is also why he was able to associate with Pompey and others in history, and tacitly entrust his back to them to grow together, until he became one of the three giants of Rome.

The moment their eyes met, he knew that they were kindred spirits, or rather, people with strong self-beliefs and incredibly strong minds.

Caesar, who ultimately won his gamble on life by relying on this intuition, still chooses to trust his intuition in this time and space.

Therefore, he naturally accepted the partial truthfulness of what Achilles said.

And if what Achilles said is true... the term "savior" is not something that can be used casually.

In this age where gods are no longer visible, there are almost no myths or legends that can summon a savior.

Thinking about the names of the people in front of me...

Caesar's thoughts inevitably began to drift back to the ancient Greek mythology, to a legend that every Roman would remember and never forget, and he immediately got goosebumps!

Savior--!

Sinner—!! This…this can’t be said, can it?

'The Last Words of the Last Hero' is a legend that Romans have heard since childhood.

Even now, Romans consider themselves the legitimate successors of the Holy Roman Empire…

That man is both a demon king and a hero, both a god and a human...

Caesar: !!!

Those were figures from the mythological era. But just then, Caesar made a new discovery.

Among these men, Tiberius, a figure not too far removed from our present time, was among the Roman army that, though not with the Greek heroes, also answered the call to return.

Out of gratitude for this consul who spoke up for the people, and thanks to the brothers, many Romans still privately keep his statue, and people in the countryside occasionally go to pay their respects to this hero who dared to put others first.

Although Caesar was a nobleman, he was not one of those old-fashioned, rotten-to-the-bone pedants.

He had seen this sculpture in a small rural town during a chance opportunity to study there.

Although there are some differences between the real person and the sculpture, Caesar still recognized the other person at a glance.

???

First, powerful warriors bearing the names of Greek heroes appeared one after another, followed by sages who lived only a few decades after their time.

Who exactly is his new elder brother?

No...no, Caesar has been completely driven mad by the scene before him.

The scene before him was too terrifying for him to bear.

He didn't even dare to ask any more questions...

I only dared to watch, listen, and speculate quietly... filling in the blanks in my own mind.

And at this time——

No one present cared what this young man was thinking.

After all, the average person here is old enough to be their great-grandfather.

When adults are talking, children shouldn't interrupt; they should just watch from the sidelines.

Meanwhile, seeing Achilles's resolute expression, the other heroes remained silent. Although they didn't say anything, they all stepped forward and stood in the same direction.

Hector: "No matter what difficulties we face... this time we finally have the opportunity to stand with you through thick and thin."

Agamemnon: "It's wonderful to fight alongside you again... Even if gods stood in our way, there would be nothing to fear."

Odysseus: "You scoundrel—you've deceived us so badly... yet somehow we can't bring ourselves to hate you. Tell me, what terrible enemy are we facing this time?"

The heroes finally spoke up.

And the night: ...!

Sinners? Those pairs of eyes seemed to be in repentance, heavy with guilt, as if they owed him a great deal and were trying to atone for their sins.

Ye was momentarily confused by these people's attitudes.

What's with those looks?

But when he saw another figure, Ye's gaze paused.