Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

If any of the gods dare to show their health bars, I'll just chop them to pieces, okay?!

After some deliberation, the Vanir gods realized that this was indeed a good way to suppress the Aesir without easily exposing themselves. The temporary peace treaty was merely a weighing of pros and cons out of fear of Odin's power, and the fact that they were working together to deal with the frost giants was just an excuse.

What's so scary about those mindless giants? The ones who will truly vie for the throne of this Norse world in the future are the gods.

So, since they needed to guide humanity from behind the scenes without being discovered by the Aesir, it was natural that their gods couldn't act personally. Finally—the Vanir came up with a brilliant idea.

To gain the trust of humanity and lead them to attack the Aesir, it would be more appropriate for humanity to take the lead themselves. And among humanity, there exists their own king. Queen Ash has already come into the view of the gods of both great pantheons.

To become the king of mankind, one must possess the qualifications of a king to gain the trust of humanity. Even if one cannot truly become a queen and seize the position of that queen, one must still demonstrate the same outstanding talents as that queen in order to attract more people to gather around him.

then--

"Why don't we learn from that god of humanity and create a completely new and perfect human being? Let humanity guide and discipline humanity!" a deity said.

"Can--!"

"Then let humans lead humans!" This was the proposal that was finally approved by the Vanir gods.

Before humankind was born, it was extremely difficult for the gods to create the concept of human beings.

But the night established the fundamental composition of humanity. Just like in my world, once the method of synthesis was known, the gods could create similar beings by following the formula. To be precise, while pure humans could not be created, they could create artificial humans similar to demi-humans.

Thus—by a twist of fate, the mythology that had been altered due to the delayed birth of humankind once again followed a similar trajectory.

As the gods observed the Queen named Ash day and night, gathering all the efforts of the Vanir gods to create the strongest human capable of influencing humanity and serving them, they even had the most thieving god steal a strand of the Queen's hair from the throne as a model. Thus, the strongest witch in Norse mythology—Gorphan Ig—was born!

Originally destined to be an enemy of the gods, a witch symbolizing humanity's strongest weapon for slaying deities, and in ancient mythology, a witch who would guide humanity to declare war on the Aesir gods, opened her eyes one morning amidst green grass and blooming flowers, announcing her birth.

The moment she was born, when she opened her eyes, there was no one around her. She was wearing a simple cloak and was naked in the natural world. She knew her mission from birth. Her beautiful face was similar to that of Ash, but her eyes were completely different.

When she opened her violet-like eyes, a hint of confusion and bewilderment flashed in them—she stared blankly at the beautiful sky and the verdant earth, and after sitting up, she recalled the destiny bestowed upon her in her mind.

Created by the entire Vanir race, this rare sorceress was tasked with guiding humanity to rebel against the gods. She also had the mission of leading humanity to depravity, to rot the race revered by the gods from its very core, and to bring about the utter defeat of the Aesir. However—

"My destiny—is it to lead humanity to depravity?" The witch, who possessed intellect from birth and was instilled with powerful divine strength and the wisdom of countless gods, had the wisdom (or rather, knowledge) of all the gods in the entire Vanir race combined. In terms of intellect alone, she had even surpassed the gods. The moment she realized that she was also a part of humanity, she felt confused about this destiny.

As a 'human being'—she was to lead humanity—to depravity? A sense of resistance arose within the young girl, a bitter taste she couldn't immediately grasp. But she also knew that she wasn't one of the first humans created by the glorious Sun King, but rather—a counterfeit.

This mere imposter dares to call herself human; perhaps that's a bit too arrogant. She and the people of the earth are not even of the same race, and she shouldn't have any pity for her own kind. However, the genetic blueprint inherited from Queen Ash granted the witch some of Ash's memories, as well as the love for the human race within those memories.

An overwhelming surge of contradictory and conflicting emotions welled up beneath the undulating, jade-like mounds of flesh. In excruciating pain, Gao Fa Yige stretched out his two delicate, jade-like arms, his slender hands clutching his head, his face contorted in agony.

That sense of contradiction lingered in my heart—to corrupt humanity—but I am human too! No! That's not right, I am not human, I am merely a counterfeit. Unlike those humans who are born under the sun's radiance, as hardworking, passionate, and courageous as fire, I am just—a calamity-creating machine that brings corruption and depravity.

Thinking this, I suddenly fell silent, and my spirits plummeted.

Born with an understanding of emotions and the entirety of the world, she was born into a world where she possessed no childhood. Unlike the gentleness the gods showed to Ash, the gods did not treat her with the same tenderness they showed to Ye. This strongest witch, born under such forced circumstances, had barely begun to enjoy the beauty of the world before being plunged into the agony of self-doubt. At this moment, she was on the verge of collapse due to the conflict between her emotions and her mission.

Finally—as a matter of self-preservation, Gafaig temporarily shifted his focus.

'Let's observe humans in secret first before making any decisions.' Although she could see many scenes from her memories, none of them were things she had actually experienced. In the end, the incredibly conflicted witch, High Priestess Ig, decided that she should at least see the existence of the human race with her own eyes firsthand.

Perhaps—humanity isn't as wonderful as we remember it; perhaps—humanity doesn't need our guidance to fall into darkness; perhaps…

After observing humanity firsthand, her hesitant heart will find the answer and the meaning of her existence.

Chapter 58 Your Majesty: We also want to ride white horses. Odin: Get lost, I don't even have your emperor.

And so—the witch, having briefly dispelled the confusion in her heart, stood up—and headed towards the location deep in her memory, the place where humans once lived.

Meanwhile—on the other side, in the realm of the Aesir gods, on the same day that the witch High Priest Ivan was born.

In the sacred world of the gods, the gods held the most luxurious and supreme banquet in the Norse world. Countless elves danced and sang beautiful songs on both sides of the divine passage that welcomed the god of man. Odin, the king of the gods, descended from his throne and personally led the gods to welcome the god of man, which can be said to be the ultimate in respecting and honoring the worthy.

While the divine court was filled with singing and dancing, and the entire Norse world was in a state of jubilation, they were completely unaware that the Vanir gods next door had already set their sights on them and were preparing a grand and insidious revenge for their little princess.

When the sound of a celestial horse neighing came from the outside world—at the banquet, Loki, the god of fire, who had received a pre-arranged telepathic warning from Night, immediately told Odin that Night had arrived.

Odin opened his eyes on the throne: Has it finally come?

So—as arranged beforehand, he will now abdicate and personally go to greet the god of mankind.

Odin then summoned the gods to go out with him to greet them. At this time, the Aesir gods below were already whispering among themselves.

"Does a wandering alien god from some unknown backward universe need to be received with such care by a great god?"

"I'm so envious of that strange human god. I hope he won't be so overwhelmed by the beauty and grandeur of Asgard that he can't take his eyes off it." A group of gods chatted casually as they followed Odin out of the temple.

They had already learned from Odin that the god they were to receive might be a poor, wandering god from another universe, and they were instructed to display the grandeur, magnanimity, and hospitality of the Norse pantheon.

Although the gods spoke tough, they didn't really take this new god to heart. The only thing that might draw their attention was the most beautiful goddess in the heavens, the little princess of the Vanir, who was about to be ordered by Odin to receive the human god.

This enviable event made the Norse gods wish they could all transform into wandering gods and take a trip to the outside world. But just as the gods left the temple, they curiously looked towards the distant neighing of the winged horses, only to be stunned by what they saw.

What was that scene like?

That night, riding in a chariot created from the branches of the World Tree, which incorporated the concept of a fantastical winged horse inherited from Achilles, the chariot came from the distant horizon.

Perhaps it was the mystique of the World Tree and the myth of it being tamed as a wild horse by Ye, or perhaps it was because it was also incorporating runes representing Pegasus, that the mystery born from the first Pegasus rune in ancient times caused the World Tree vessel, which was originally without consciousness, to suddenly develop a faint, childlike intelligence.

This intelligent consciousness cannot awaken within the massive World Tree itself, but it can manifest as a shell when the concept of the Pegasus, which has no physical form, is exchanged for a branch of the World Tree at night.

Full name—Nighttrasir, nickname Seele. This time, Nighttrasir truly came to see Odin riding the World Tree, which he had longed for!

It is the World Tree. But it is not Odin's Seele, but Seele who belongs only to the night.

However—with the World Tree right before them, Odin and the other gods, completely unrecognizable after transforming into Pegasus, looked up at the gleaming chariot flying in from afar. The white steeds, radiating a starlight-like brilliance, galloped across the heavens, a beautiful sight that instantly captivated everyone's attention.

Even Freya, the goddess of love who had resigned herself to her fate and felt hopeless and powerless about receiving a strange deity, couldn't help but look up when she saw the beautiful shooting star under the starry sky. The oppressive feeling in her heart had dissipated considerably.

As the goddess of love who brought the gods the concepts of beauty and emotion, Freya's aesthetic sense was naturally quite impressive. Compared to the dazzling white chariot that seemed to have rushed out of a fantastical fairy tale world, the gods below, who could only look up in awe, suddenly paled in comparison.

The Aesir were newly established at this time, unlike their later appearances with grand processions, where almost everyone traveled in chariots pulled by various divine beasts, their divine radiance illuminating the world.

For the Aesir gods, who had just emerged from the barbaric and chaotic era of the divine tribes and still relied on their own two feet to walk on the ground, or at most flew using their divine power, and didn't even have a means of transportation—at this moment, they were like ignorant country bumpkins, staring wide-eyed with envy, amazement, and shock at the carriage amidst the white starlight on the horizon.

"Wait a minute, is this the poor, wandering god that Odin was talking about, seemingly from elsewhere?" For a moment, countless question marks seemed to rise behind the Aesir gods, their eyes wide with astonishment. Normally, no god would wander far from home unless they were unable to survive within their own pantheon. Therefore, Odin had assumed that Night, when leaving his pantheon, had likely left with nothing, thus qualifying as a poor, wandering god. However, when Night actually appeared, the sheer scale of the spectacle left not only the gods stunned, but even Odin himself was momentarily speechless.

For some reason, looking at the white steed, Odin felt a strong pang of sorrow, a powerful emotional surge of unrequited love!

This, this is—the chariot of the god of mankind?

Yes, it was truly—a very, very beautiful sight. And it was at that moment that Odin's one eye was so captivated by the sight that he stared intently at the white chariot.

The gods: King Odin instructed them to prepare well and entertain this foreign guest, letting him experience the abundance and prosperity of the Norse world. But how is this a case of poverty? Even the great god Odin himself doesn't have a mount. Who is truly poor?

At this moment, the gods felt as if they were a group of savages still carrying spears and wearing two tattered rags, suddenly encountering well-equipped and heavily armed cavalry.

At the same time, such a thought was born in the mind of almost every god.

'This carriage looks so beautiful, I want one too!!' Subconsciously, many gods turned their gazes toward their god-king, Odin.

No—Your Majesty, didn't you say you wanted to showcase the power of our Norse pantheon? Now that the opponent's entrance is so spectacular, shouldn't we all be equipped with an even more spectacular one? Otherwise, how can we outshine this wandering god?

At this moment, Odin had no interest in paying attention to the gods.

As a horse enthusiast, Odin, whose best friend had not yet transformed into a mare and was working to produce offspring, and who had not yet possessed his future eight-legged steed, could only look at the white horse of the god of men with envy mixed with a complex, fateful emotion that he himself could not understand (pain, the pain of losing the world, it hurts so much!). At the same time, Odin was also completely certain that the other party was definitely not a god of this world.

This is definitely not a product of the Nordic world! Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Ultimate Demonic Charm (Maximum)

"Her hooves, as white as snow, stood in the sky like the most beautiful figure at the center of the world. Though a horse, she gave the impression of a rare beauty, possessing an irresistible charm. She was indeed the symbol of the radiance of Gwyn, the Sun King!" Thus it is recorded in mythology.

This was the first impression the gods had when the celestial horse pulling the chariot of the god of man appeared. It was also the reason Odin was absolutely certain that it was an alien creation.

In the original world of Norse mythology, everything was created by the gods, and the concept of horses was also born from the gods. However, in the current Norse universe, there are only ordinary horses, and there is no such fantastical pegasus with white wings on its back, pure white and holy like the World Tree.

Even the chariots of the sun god and moon god were merely more powerful horses created with divine power, originally arguably among the first ancient mythical creatures of the Norse pantheon. But compared to the white horse before them, they paled in comparison, barely daring to claim the title of mythical creature. Just how noble a figure might sit atop a chariot pulled by such a beautiful and sacred mythical beast?

then--

"A god of golden branches and jade leaves, a noble god—!" Even before the human god appeared and revealed his true form, he had already left such a deep, mysterious, and noble impression on the gods of the Aesir. Later, this title was thoroughly written and passed down in mythology.

Just when the gods thought this awe-inspiring spectacle was about to end—

The next moment, as the Pegasus neighed and hurtled downwards, countless meteors in the starry sky were drawn in the same direction, creating an endless stream of meteors rising against the current. This magnificent and breathtaking sight immediately captivated the gazes of the goddesses, led by Freya, who were mesmerized.

Against the backdrop of a meteor shower, a white celestial steed galloped against the backdrop of a starry sky—this romantic scene unfolded as the chariot came to a smooth, gentle stop upon reaching the land of the gods. At that moment, moonlight, like a veil, draped the chariot, shielding it from the prying eyes of the gods, yet highlighting the noble guest within, a god, to be even more mysterious and awe-inspiring!

The gods were still in a daze. The goddess Freya, in particular, was somewhat lost in thought and became a little nervous.

'It's here—! Is it finally coming? The God of Mankind!' The god's heart pounded. His breathing seemed to quicken.

At this moment, like the other gods, Freya felt an endless curiosity about the glory of that human god.

Is she tall or short, fat or thin, beautiful or ugly, young or old...?

Regardless, hopefully it's at least a god who's good-looking and won't make her feel disgusted. If it's an old man like Odin, Freya would be really miserable.

Just as this little princess of the Vanir gods was praying in her heart.

While it's true that even a burly, handsome older man like Odin in Norse mythology has his fans—well, that might be related to the subtly alluring runes he uses to charm women—many women in mythology do indeed like Odin, but Freya is definitely not one of them.

As the future goddess of beauty, Freya's aesthetic sense is quite normal, leaning more towards popular tastes. She likes handsome, young men, brave warriors, and intelligent, beautiful men; in any case, if it's about seduction, a handsome guy is always more acceptable to her than an old man.

Freya, feeling even more nervous than the other gods and Odin, looked at the moonlit gauze with her azure-purple eyes, which resembled those of a fantasy world. The next moment, the gauze turned into light and disappeared. Then—the instant she saw the true appearance of the figure inside, Freya suddenly stared wide-eyed in a daze.

Boom! In the next instant, as if a supernova universe had exploded within her, even the goddess Freya held her breath! What a bewitching and captivating figure that was!

Ah—~! She couldn't help but let out a cute, slightly flustered gasp. One glance was enough to captivate her completely, leaving her utterly mesmerized. This scene, far beyond her expectations, gave Freya a tremendous shock, leaving her mind seemingly consumed by only one thought: 'Oh no, I think I've won the lottery!?'

……

Time and space seemed to freeze at that moment. The gods all looked like idiots who had never seen anything like it before. No wonder they were so bewildered. It was a handsome man, more striking and imposing than even Apollo, the Greek sun god, who seemed to have stepped out of a fairy tale. If that were all, it wouldn't have been enough to cause such a stir among the gods.

That same night, as he gazed upon the gods before him, though not intentionally triggered, his demonic charm reached its maximum, activating passively! And so—

The moment when the charm of Lanling Wang, who blushed even more when he took off his mask, and stirred the gods more than a handsome young man, appeared, captivating all gods, regardless of gender or age, was the moment it appeared.

What do you mean by "killing someone at first sight"?

...The impression of the wandering god from the barbaric and backward universe vanished in an instant, and all the gods were stunned and dumbfounded.

"Greetings, gods of the Aesir, I am Gwyn, the god of mankind..."

A warm, magnetic voice resounded in the divine realm.

The next moment—the various divine powers within the divine realm suddenly boiled and erupted, and they let out a chorus of cheers—! The endless, enthusiastic welcome quickly transformed into the sound of continuous waves.

"Oh~!"

"Welcome, God of mankind!"

"Distinguished guest from afar, you must be quite tired after your long journey. Let us gods treat you well."

The Norse gods displayed a fervent passion, even surpassing that of Freya when she first arrived in the Aesir.

This situation is not surprising. In the Greek universe, even the goddess of beauty cannot be exempt from the concept of beauty, so how could they resist the most powerful succubus—or rather, the most powerful bewitching charm?