Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Especially now that Ye's strength and vitality are far beyond what they used to be, the charm of life increases linearly with the strength of vitality. The stronger the existence, the more attention it attracts and the more presence it has.

Even in his mortal hero days, Night was enough to captivate the Greek gods for a moment. Although he has not yet become a god, his status as the ruler of the world, coupled with his cosmos which, when unleashed, is no less than that of a true god, makes Night even more alluring.

Mystery attracts mystery... The night, already the most mysterious in the Nordic world in terms of quality, now takes its enchanting charm to its peak.

Hiss! At this moment, all the gods felt something strange—!

The goddesses were fine, but the gods were blushing and couldn't understand why they had suddenly become so strange.

They're male, and they like women! But... how could that be?

Chapter Sixty Frey: Sis, weren't you very resistant before?

Mythological epics record it thus: 'The gods: — Our sexual orientation is absolutely fine!' They emphasized this.

However, when they saw it—that fair skin, straight nose, and deep-set eyes.

When they saw it—that gentle, approachable smile, as radiant and charming as the sun, looking this way.

The man before them was damnably sweet! Even the gods' gazes softened. Even the most unruly god toned down his sharp edges, revealing his gentlemanly side.

No, this alien god is too terrifying. If they stare at him any longer, they feel their sexual orientation is really going to be questioned. Just as the male gods were getting scared and dared not stare at Ye Meng any longer... After all, not every pantheon's male gods are like the Greek gods, so indiscriminate in their sexual activities.

Meanwhile, the goddesses had no worries at all, completely immersed in the immense allure of the night.

And among them… Freya, the most beautiful of all the goddesses… the youngest princess of the Vanir gods, was like Aphrodite, the goddess of love, whose heart was pierced by Cupid's arrow the first time she saw him, falling irrevocably in love and vowing to possess this man. And on this very special day, even the Norse god of love—fell for him.

Freya, who already possessed a similar destiny and mythology and was more easily attracted, seemed to have fallen into a carefully laid trap, a deep pit, the moment she looked up, as if she had stepped into it willingly.

Is this—the wandering god—the god of mankind—that I am to serve?

At that moment, she felt as if she were a mortal, seeing a true god. It was Gwyn, the great sun king—the god of men—whom she would spend the next millennia searching for and yearning to serve!

……

The Aesir gods showed great enthusiasm for this unfamiliar human god. Those gods who had previously been indifferent to him, or even jealous of him, now all gathered around Night.

“Um…I am Freya, the goddess of love, the noble goddess of mankind. Odin has commanded me to come and receive you.” When the goddess Freya spoke and came before Night, the gods all made way for her, only then remembering Odin’s plan.

When they saw the two beautiful women standing together, they didn't know who to envy more.

The goddess Freya stood with her hands clasped in front of her, noble and elegant, her demeanor perfectly respectful of etiquette, showing no trace of the sexy and alluring figure from future mythology. At this moment, her gentle and affectionate eyes gazed at them, her long, golden, silky hair shone brilliantly in the sunlight, and her fair skin and delicate, sleeveless arms exuded youthful charm and vitality. Facing the night—this goddess, for the first time ever, felt a sense of shame.

For the confident and radiant Vanir princess, this was an emotion she had never experienced when seeing other male gods. It felt like destiny, making Freya less resentful of her current mission.

Upon seeing the goddess's face that night, a moment of surprise flashed through his heart: "It's a pleasure to meet you, beautiful goddess—I am Gwyn, the guardian of mankind."

The reason for Ye Hui's astonishment was that Freya before her bore an eight-tenths resemblance to Aphrodite, and even their divine auras were remarkably similar. No wonder the legends of the future were intertwined, treating them as the same being. If this were a world like Godslayer, Freya could easily impersonate Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and descend from mythology as a rebellious deity.

At this moment, Odin, the king of the gods, spoke up: "Welcome, god of mankind! The banquet is ready. Let us enjoy the feast prepared for you before we discuss other matters."

Night naturally had no objections... He also wanted to see what Odin was planning to do. Even when he stood right in front of Odin, the other party failed to detect his status as the ruler of the world. Sure enough—just as he had predicted—the wisdom Odin gained from the Well of Wisdom was quite limited.

As the gods escorted Night and Freya to the banquet, Odin frowned at the sight. He was clearly the king of the Aesir, yet the scene before him made it seem as if the human god, the Sun King, had become the master of this divine realm. His radiance had stolen the attention of all the gods; his charm was truly terrifying.

Although the allure of the night had momentarily distracted Odin, he was, after all, the god-king who had lost half of his powers. At the crucial moment, his senses were shared with his brother and he disappeared, forcibly calming himself down.

In addition, Odin's sexual desires were not as strong as Zeus's. Rather than being attracted to both men and women, he preferred women... So Odin was not greatly affected. On the contrary, he frowned more and more as he looked at the scene in front of him.

When the gods returned to the temple, Odin had the elves continue playing music and dancing.

At this moment, the goddess Freya sat at the same table as Night, before whom lay the finest divine wine and fruits of the Aesir. The princess, who had never served anyone before, struggled internally for a long time. Finally—her ears turning red—she made up her mind, forked a piece of fruit from the plate, and, holding it with one hand, whispered, "Lord Gwyn…—please, please—"

Night's gaze fell on Freya's face, which resembled Helen, Aphrodite, and others. Her shy expression even reminded him of the expressions on the girls' faces when they were playing in the water in Troy.

Completely powerless against such a familiar face, and Night, equally knowledgeable of mythology and acutely aware of Freya's true nature, didn't view the goddess of love from this era with a stereotypical gaze. He didn't refuse the offer and opened his mouth to eat the fruit.

Then Ye saw the joy and shyness flash in the girl's eyes—Freya: "Is it...delicious? Lord Gwyn..."

Night: "It's alright."

Actually, he would prefer to try the Nordic golden apple. Although this ordinary fairy fruit tastes good, it no longer helps him improve his strength. However—after all, being fed by a beauty is a wonderful experience in itself, so he shouldn't ask for too much.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the banquet, Frey, Freya's brother from the same parents, had been observing the situation. Worried that his sister would be taken advantage of, he was stunned when he saw Freya taking the initiative and acting shy.

Is this still the same younger sister who used to feel utterly humiliated, desperate, and gloomy all the time...?

Chapter Sixty-One: Poetry and Music Became a Nordic Specialty? (A Joke: Griffith Didn't Understand Music)

The goddess Freya has been possessed. At least those who know her well are questioning the meaning of life. Even Freya herself feels disoriented and like she isn't herself.

She couldn't even think about what she was doing, but her body had already subconsciously made pitiful movements like a pet wagging its tail and begging for its owner's favor.

That kind of flattery—it made her feel unimaginably ashamed, embarrassed, and embarrassed, but deep down she was also secretly burning with excitement, as if her previous life had been wasted and now her heart was finally beating for it.

Meanwhile, the god Frey looked at the person before him, who was as radiant and beautiful as a hundred flowers blooming on a mountain, exuding a strong aura of pure desire, and perfectly portraying the shyness of a girl facing the person she liked and the joy of the other person accepting her kindness—was this really his sister?

Could Freya have fallen for this heartthrob?!

at the same time--

It was supposed to be a divine banquet, but almost everyone's attention was focused on Ye and Freya, who were constantly feeding each other dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection). Or rather, they were all watching their most beautiful goddess in the divine realm, who was like an innocent and naive young girl, clumsily trying to win Ye's favor in various ways, like a beginner in love.

Freya, the goddess who had never shown any favor to the gods since arriving in the Aesir and had never revealed her gentle side, was now the subject of much envy and jealousy. The gods felt as if the divine wine in their cups had lost its flavor.

Until—on the throne of the gods, Odin finally spoke, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere.

"Gwyn, god of men—are you satisfied with my hospitality? You have enjoyed the finest divine wine of the heavens and been accompanied by the most beautiful goddess. Now I will show you the third treasure of the Aesir!" Odin, the king of the gods, spoke with unparalleled generosity, seemingly asking for nothing in return, bombarding Night with sweet words and making no demands on Night until now.

Only when Odin is gradually corrupted by gentleness to the very peak will he reveal his true intentions.

As that night's gaze fell upon Odin, he beckoned to a deity and proclaimed, "Behold! My son, Brachi, the god of beauty and poetry! He is the third treasure!"

Night: "Treasure?"

Looking at that unshaven god that night, compared to the beautiful sea treasure Freya, a man... even if the other was a god, could hardly be called a treasure.

Odin, however, said, “That’s right… Brachi is the god of poetry and music, and the beauty of the art of poetry and music he plays is the greatest treasure of my Aesir.”

At this point, even Odin, a cunning and ruthless old silver coin type of god-king, couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his bearded mouth into a proud and majestic smile.

At this moment, Freya, the goddess beside Night, whispered a reminder: "Lord Gwyn, the treasures His Majesty Odin refers to are not Brach himself, but rather the existence of arts such as poetry and music. They were not created by any creator, but existed in this universe from the beginning, were discovered by the great god Odin, and were ultimately given to Brach to control this power of beauty."

As she spoke, the kind-hearted, love-struck goddess automatically assumed the role of his girlfriend, seemingly afraid that Ye would embarrass himself in front of Odin because he didn't understand what art and music were.

Regardless of Odin's plans, Freya couldn't stand idly by any longer. She felt she should help him...

Like those in Greek mythology who, once they set their sights on a hero, become as if bewitched, helping him overcome all obstacles and even betraying his own father when they get ruthless—those love-struck fools.

When you see someone with a "love-struck" mind who likes someone else, you might think they're a bit dim-witted and a complete idiot. But when those "love-struck" people are in love with you—you'll discover just how gentle and considerate they truly are, loving you with a humble yet meticulous devotion.

Even goddesses are no exception—! So, to prevent Night from being unaware of what [poetry] and [music] are, Freya directly transmitted the concepts to Night through divine thought.

Well, here's a joke—Night (Griffith) doesn't understand music!

Even Freya, who vehemently disliked Odin, had to admit that the 'art' Odin had discovered was incredibly beautiful. Freya herself was occasionally drawn to it, praising its exquisite beauty.

At this moment, she also only wanted to share these wonderful things with Ye, this very handsome god. Once she imagined this handsome man sitting under the tree with his eyes closed, quietly listening to the beautiful music, Freya was somewhat infatuated and intoxicated. Such a beautiful scene made the goddess, who had a deep and persistent pursuit of beauty, beat her heart faster and look forward to it.

Meanwhile, Ye, having received the messages Freya transmitted to his mind, found them to be even more outlandish than what Odin and the others had intended to demonstrate, and his expression became somewhat strange.

The first point struck Ye as utterly absurd and laughable. The Norse gods actually believed that poetry and music were unique and original creations of their world?

He could even surmise that the gods probably thought he, an outsider, had never heard of such a 'wonderful' thing before, which was why they were so eager to share it with him. This would not only demonstrate the cultural confidence of the Norse people, but also greatly enhance the 'power of art' that made Odin, the king of the gods and the discoverer, look good.

That's right—Odin, the king of the gods, was the discoverer. He truly believed it! Poetry and music were their cosmic specialties!

Ye suddenly remembered that in ancient Norse legends, because humans revered song, dance and art, they believed that art forms such as poetry and music (power) were things that existed in the world and no god could hold the corresponding authority. Even Odin, the king of the gods, was only a discoverer, not a creator.

Therefore, even Brachi, the so-called god of poetry and music, can only control this power, but does not have the corresponding authority. The gods unanimously believe that this power is something that exists in the universe itself, something that cannot be grasped but can only be manipulated, just like the magic in the atmosphere. This has also made the Norse gods related to art the most weak among other pantheons of the same scale and type.

If the concepts of all things can only be grasped because they are created first, thus condensing into corresponding powers, then poetry and music in Scandinavia are a divine gift. These things, which can only be seen but not touched, are like limited-edition rare items, becoming even rarer treasures than limited editions.

So……--

Chapter Sixty-Two: The birthplace of music, in the ancient Eastern universe!

Night: 'So... even Brachi, the son of Odin, the king of the gods, and the god of poetry and music, doesn't have authority corresponding to music?'

When one thinks of this god who is the son of Odin, and how Freya will take away his concept of beauty in the future, this so-called god instantly becomes a third-rate goddess with only a divine name but no corresponding sovereignty.

This is probably the worst-off of Odin's many sons. Right now, he's Odin's prized possession, but soon he might not be...

Ye: emmmmm……

If you ask why not... —Night suddenly realized that she seemed to have obtained some control over music from Apollo. Night discovered that she seemed more qualified than Odin and Brachi to be called the master of music.

So—the original, most mysterious, most ancient, and aesthetically pleasing power in Northern Europe, known as the 'God of Music' of art within the divine authority, does not actually not exist, but rather… himself?

Compared to the Night, which possesses true corresponding authority, the so-called God of Music and Poetry, who doesn't even have power, is nothing but a fake.

Before the night could respond, at that very moment, Brachi, the god of music, stood on the central platform of the temple and began to sing and play. When the piece ended, all the gods were filled with immense enjoyment and uttered eloquent praises.

The gods were even more eager to see this distinguished guest, Night, and to see the amazed smile on his face as he listened to the rare treasures. That would be the best compliment to the profound heritage of their Aesir gods.

however--

When all the gods, including Odin, looked towards Night, they noticed that she was slightly frowning. Faced with that powerful charm, no one believed Night was doing it intentionally; even Brachi, the god of music, felt a sudden unease. He couldn't help but wonder if something had gone wrong with his performance, that it had caused such a beautiful person to furrow her brow.

“Beautiful God of Mankind, is there anything lacking in my performance?” Brach asked politely and sincerely.

Seeing this, Odin, the king of the gods, also inquired, "Can't this beautiful song satisfy you? Sun King! Is there some flaw in Brachi's performance?"

Even Odin, the discoverer of music, believed that the performance just now had reached Blachi's most perfect level. It was probably because he wanted to show his best in front of this distinguished and handsome guest that Blachi's musical talent had even broken through. His fiery heart was just like a man performing to the fullest in front of his beloved girl, showing his talent with the passion and magnificence of a peacock spreading its tail feathers. Hmm... although the description is a bit strange, this was indeed the state Blachi was in just now. But could such a passionate state and perfect music not move the heart of this god of men?

The next moment, the gods suddenly heard that voice: "No, this song is already incredibly beautiful. But—"

A single "but" stirred the thoughts of all the gods... 'But?'

"But—don't you all feel something's missing?" When the night spoke, all the gods looked bewildered. Even Freya frowned. As a goddess with an exceptionally keen eye for beauty, Freya couldn't figure out what was missing from that beautiful song.

Seeing this, Ye didn't keep him in suspense. He wasn't trying to deliberately embarrass Odin; he genuinely felt that something was missing from this grand banquet, which was truly regrettable. He found Odin's arrogance in believing that music was a product unique to the Norse universe laughable. As someone blessed by the god of music yet cursed by it, his heart was now filled with an irrepressible urge to vindicate true music.

When it was clearly pointed out that night that it was not enough, that the current Nordic music was still too rudimentary and that something was missing, the gods, who had already fallen into a mental trap, could hardly figure out what was missing in a short time, given that the Nordic universe had not yet developed the corresponding concept.

So Ye directly took out the conceptual artifact harp from his savior sword—the Mandala Formation, the same harp he had obtained from Apollo.

The divine harp, emerging slowly from its base amidst azure geometric light, appeared before the Norse gods. They were momentarily stunned by this strange yet beautiful 'instrument'.

This is?

The goddess Freya gazed at the magnificent musical instrument before her, radiating divine light, and her eyes seemed to light up as well, though she still couldn't discern its purpose. However, its exquisite beauty had already captivated the goddess's attention. Even collecting it as a work of art would be well worth it. At this moment, all the gods waited quietly for Ye Lai to reveal what this instrument truly was.

At this moment, Ye did not rush to introduce the harp directly, but continued, "In the ancient Eastern universe, there are all kinds of musical instruments that can produce beautiful sounds. Among them, the qin is considered a symbol of elegance. Singing with the qin is a wonderful enjoyment. Throughout history, the qin and songs have been considered equally important, and the qin and songs together have always been a beautiful aspiration. In that world, the qin represents refined music, while songs are the expression of popular music. The harmonious blending of the qin and songs is a symbol of the fusion of elegance and popular culture."

"When the two sounds are combined, the elegance of the instrument is preserved and the emotion of the song is also present, which can bring people the ultimate enjoyment. In ancient times, there was a qin player who was famous throughout the world for his superb qin skills. One day, when he played a qin piece in the valley, an eagle heard the qin music and immediately landed on a nearby tree, closed its eyes and listened... There are even more skilled musicians who can attract hundreds of birds to pay homage to the phoenix through the performance of their musical instruments."

When I heard the night describe it like this...