Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

This king is far too merciful. He could have continued to humiliate us on a deeper level, but he chose not to... and instead prepared to bring us the beauty of 'poetry' that we can understand! This must be poetry from that world that was similar to theirs before.

The Norse gods felt a surge of gratitude towards that world they didn't yet know the name of (Greece). Thank goodness you're here, buddy! It seems there's no comparison to the Eastern universe, but the thought of you being at the bottom with us makes it a little less unbearable!

At this point, we have to mention a quote from a certain celebrity: If you think the room is too dark and want to open a window, many people will disagree, but if you say you want to lift the roof, they will agree to let you open a window.

Everything requires compromise! If the Nordic countries were completely outclassed in one aspect, they would find it hard to accept, but now that someone is on the same level as them, it seems acceptable.

This pathetic notion even lingered in the mind of Odin, the king of the gods. It's no wonder he didn't even bother to struggle; the difference in their levels was simply too vast. It was like an insurmountable chasm! There was absolutely no hope of catching up!

Odin would try his best if there was even the slightest possibility... but poetry! After hearing Ye's descriptions, he felt that Norse mythology could completely abandon development in this area. Rather than humiliating themselves, they should focus on developing their other strengths and surpassing other universes.

And just as the gods were comforting themselves, thinking that the following poems, which came from the world of their little brother (the Greece they imagined), should become simpler.

Finally, they could enjoy the beautiful poetry with a clear conscience, and incidentally critique and comment on the shortcomings of other universes' poetry—this was the banquet effect they wanted. Even Brach was thinking the same thing at that moment.

however--

"Life is not just about the daily routine, but also about poetry and distant places."

"The sunlight owes me a shot. The initial intention of this shot is to point to tranquility, while the allure and the distance are like light shining through a window..."

"Who placed these yellow brooms and blue rosemary among the gray rocks, for the honey of dreams?"

That night, poems by future renowned poets from Sweden, Spain, Denmark, and many other countries were presented. This time, the poems were simpler and easier to understand, yet richer in content and more varied in style. Many of them were even poems that would be born in the future lands of the Norse universe—how could they not appeal to the Norse gods?

However, when the poetry of the future is released ahead of time, delivering a devastating blow to the past, it is undoubtedly a very... no, a day that makes God doubt God's existence for Brach, who has only just begun to develop this art in this era.

It even gives one the feeling that you have created so many beautiful poems that there are very few left for us to create. Subsequently, whether it is praising the sun, singing the praises of freedom and the sky, or describing the moon and the beautiful lakeside, it seems that a poem can be found for everything in nature.

Even when they were completely engrossed in the game, they didn't let the game go to waste, reciting the poems of the poets in Baldur's Gate 3.

Night hangs high, stars dance. Smiles and pain dissipate like wisps of smoke. A thousand words vanish like dust, falling into chaos. The bright moon casts shadows, thoughts linger day and night. Love runs deep, beyond repayment. Farewell to the west, prayers accompany you, farewell forever, dear old friend.

Like "The Song of Priscilla" from The Witcher 3, "The Crying Dawn" is one of the few songs that, when you hear music halfway through a game, allows you to calm down, put aside your restlessness, and unconsciously enjoy the entire poem without skipping ahead.

Later that night, music and poetry were even played back and forth in a mixed style.

Songs such as "steel-for-human," even the theme song from the Souls series, and tracks from various major game titles played one after another. Sacred, exhilarating, mission-driven, and destiny-filled music resounded continuously, as if composing an epic poem of heroes.

The gods' emotions, too, began to fluctuate like a rollercoaster, their hearts pounding yet their minds blank, following the ever-changing sounds.

This, this is...

Poetry of the same caliber as their universe?

At some point, such thoughts could no longer appear in the minds of the gods; what were once affirmative sentences began to turn into interrogative sentences, and each word felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. At this moment, even the most thick-skinned gods couldn't help but blush.

The level of poetry development here—well, is it really that high?

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Rebellious Witch: Gentle and Free Wind, Please Lower Your Gaze and Tell Me Where I Am!

It's impossible to say it anymore.

My throat felt incredibly heavy, making it impossible to utter any confident words. But gradually, this heaviness came and went quickly, disappearing completely.

When faced with an overwhelming power they could not resist, and drawn in by that power, the gods lost all will to resist and unknowingly found themselves once again immersed in the ocean of music.

And what about the night?

Perhaps it was without my realizing it that I thought of the tragic and ill-fated heroic tales of the Norse mythology world, or perhaps it was my own adventures in Greece. The music of the night changed faster and faster, often transforming from a song of glory one moment to a world of swirling snow and the harsh winter of the struggle for the Iron Throne the next.

The story of dragons and heroes, the story of heroes and heroes, the poignant love stories... even the king who burned alone to illuminate the world, and in the end, the lonely scene of sitting by the fire under the blood moon.

As countless images flashed by rapidly, the gods were completely mesmerized by this dazzling world.

'If I had never seen the light, I could have endured the darkness.'

In an instant, it was like an information explosion, with countless wonderful and intriguing images flashing by. Those mysterious, sad, moving, and even magnificent poems, where exactly do they describe the story?

When the music had ended, the gods remained immersed in that world of fantasy, unable to break free for a long time.

Even Odin had long forgotten about face, and even the Norse universe, and was now completely immersed in the magnificent ocean of music.

Until—the banquet finally came to an end after the last song. Odin only vaguely said one last thing, instructing Freya to continue entertaining the Sun King and to let him stay temporarily in Freya's Asgardian palace, before ending the banquet. He didn't even have time to talk to Night in detail as originally planned.

At this moment, Odin's mind was filled with the scenes that had just captivated him. Were those stories from other universes?

That's right! As a wandering god, Gwyn, the Sun King, must have experienced many worlds.

At this moment, recalling those scenes that stirred his usually cold heart, Odin suddenly felt a surge of ambition, a pure desire, or rather, a yearning! He wanted his world to become just as beautiful and vibrant, leaving behind magnificent epic poems that were no less magnificent than those poems.

The material world he so desperately wanted to create should be just as 'magnificent,' shouldn't it? Otherwise, what would be the meaning and value of risking his life to beg for the sacrifice of the primordial giants? At least in the beginning, Odin didn't really think he would become the ruler of the Norse world or the king of the gods. Now he suddenly remembered his original intention—his initial mission.

Make this world wonderful! Those images were like the giant axe that parted chaos, awakening Odin's passion and reigniting his fighting spirit.

However—after considering the current reality, Odin quickly calmed down.

No—I almost let this mesmerizing music cloud my judgment. My goal from the beginning has always been to subdue that wandering god and bring him into the embrace of the Aesir. If I can't even subdue the god of mankind, how can I possibly take control of humanity's destiny and face Ragnarok together?

Even those epic tales of heroism need to evolve through humanity… Thinking about it this way—the most important thing is indeed to subdue the gods of humanity. But now, having just suffered two consecutive defeats, what face does Odin have to discuss this matter with the night?

Just as Odin couldn't help but sigh, lamenting the poverty of the Aesir, not only in terms of wealth but also in their spiritual weakness, how could such an Aesir possibly attract other gods to join them?

Meanwhile, the poems and music sung at the banquet were also spread by the gods and wind spirits. And how fast could these sounds travel amidst the changing winds?

Soon, the sound of wind began to blow from afar, as the wind spirits had preserved the songs played at the banquet that night in the wind. And wherever the wind blew, the beautiful music followed.

Soon, this sound reached the earth and the human world.

At this moment, the witch Gopha Ig, who had just arrived at a nearby human village, was looking bewildered and pained, leaning against a large tree with one hand, hiding behind the tree and watching from afar as the humans were diligently and joyfully building their city.

Those shimmering figures seemed to warm her once-cold heart like sunshine, stirring a longing to join them. But when she thought of her mission, this longing only intensified the agonizing struggle within her.

And it was during this time of immense anguish for the witch who was destined to be an enemy of the gods that a song drifted on the wind from afar.

Upon hearing the joyful and healing voice in the song, the witch's mood also calmed down; it was "Let the Wind Tell You".

When he heard the line, "If you are tired of gravity and want to fly, I will make all the winds in the world blow towards you," he was drawn in by the gentleness and freedom in the song, which soothed the pain in his heart, and he unconsciously felt a longing for that song.

Unconsciously, she followed the sound of the wind and left. It seemed that only by staying by the wind and listening to those songs could she temporarily stop thinking about mission, destiny, and other heavy and confusing things that she didn't know how to face.

As she walked, she unknowingly encountered a second gust of wind, and from the wind she heard another poem in a completely different style.

Immersed in that magnificent beauty, the witch Gofairy Ig's journey unknowingly went further and further. She was attracted by the songs and even began to actively seek out the winds that could bring the songs.

Finally, after listening to countless songs, at a certain moment, she could no longer suppress the longing in her heart. The witch, whose soul had been cleansed by the beautiful emotions in those songs, seemed to have lost most of her confusion and pain. She suddenly realized that she was unwilling to spread her depravity to the world no matter what.

She realized that although she couldn't choose her birth mission, she could choose what kind of person she wanted to be and what kind of person she aspired to be!

And so—in her heart—she said to the Vanir gods who created her: 'Father, Mother—please forgive my rebellion as your child.'

After silently making a small, apologetic declaration of filial impiety in her mind, the witch realized that she was unwilling to hurt others under any circumstances, and her gaze unconsciously hardened.

Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, the witch High Priestess Ig looked up at the wind on the horizon—and earnestly asked in a loud voice, "—Gentle, free wind! Please lower your gaze and tell me, where does the song carried on your wind come from?"

Chapter Seventy: Since they say I am Lord Gwyn's child, I went from fear and astonishment to secret delight.

When Highfayette earnestly inquired, the wind spirits in the wind responded with joyful shouts: "In the towering realm of Aesir, that is the song played by Gwyn, the Sun King, the god of man... The wind was born from it, and it is a joyful blessing."

"Spread it, spread it..." The wind sprites shared their joy, preserving their beloved song. Although they did not initially intend to spread the song throughout the land, they did so when they encountered other beings who also loved the song.

Just like spreading a faith, as long as you also like this song and the person who sings it, then we are good brothers, sisters and partners even if we are not from the same father or mother.

—The god of mankind, the supreme sun king Gwyn?!

Upon hearing this unexpected answer—that the beautiful singing was all performed by Lord Gwyn—the already vague memories of Queen Ash and her unique fondness for her creator, who was human, became even clearer.

The fact that she could create the hardworking and brave humans of the Age of Fire, and that she could create such a kind and excellent prototype—her prototype, Queen Ash—and that she can still play this soothing music, is there anything that queen cannot do?

She had always longed for and secretly envied those humans who were orthodoxly created. Having inherited some of Ash's memories, she harbored special feelings not only for humans but also for the Creator.

Even though her creator was not the Sun King at all, she had no sense of reality from birth. Rather than feeling that she was created by the gods, her mind was filled with memories of when Ash was created, which had a greater impact on her.

If the gods knew that such a huge mistake had occurred in this most crucial link, they might find it absurd and a miscalculation. At this moment, Gao Fa Yig unconsciously murmured a voice filled with envy, even jealousy and self-pity: "Why—why wasn't I created by you? I also want to be—your child, god of mankind."

That way, she wouldn't have to agonize over whether to lead humanity down a path of depravity. If she were truly human, she could openly walk among people and become one of them.

After saying that, Gophaeg was startled and quickly shook her head. After all, she was a creation of the gods; how could she harbor such a rebellious thought as hoping that her creator was someone else?

But—not a counterfeit but an original, even if it's just an ordinary human being, the desire to be born as a real human being rather than a copycat is perhaps the yearning of every counterfeit.

Ultimately, all of this boils down to the fact that Witch High Priest Ig truly sees herself as human and accepts her human identity. If she were a completely new subhuman, she wouldn't be so conflicted, but she was born with some of the Queen's memories and an immense love and sense of identity with the human race (Ash was once incredibly happy and proud because she and Night were of the same race).

"Are you also a being created by Lord Gwyn, the Sun King?" At this moment, the wind spirits in the sky, while letting other words flow freely by these free-spirited and carefree wind spirits, precisely captured the other party's words just now.

!! Beware—you just used the words 'god of mankind, child'!

The wind spirits, born naturally from the beautiful songs of the Sun King Gwyn, were immediately filled with endless curiosity and affection for Highphail, and they descended from the high heavens to gather around.

And Gao Fa Yige: ? ? ! !

These wind spirits are saying I am? Me, me, me... I am... Lord Gwyn's... child?!

The moment this devilish thought was born, it filled Gao Fa Yige with panic, fear, and astonishment—an indescribable emotion began to grow within him.

That sounds like—a secret delight?

Hearing these wind spirits' words, images of Ash's memories kept flashing through her mind, from her initial ignorance of the world at birth to the first time she was treated kindly by the Creator and instilled with the concept of shame, receiving the words, "A heart that knows shame is beautiful."

(If Ash heard this, he would definitely be excited and become a die-hard fan: That's right!!!! Are there any other creators as gentle as Gwyn?! Choosing Lord Gwyn is definitely the right choice! He can be a father, and also a cough cough - in short, he can definitely satisfy all your emotions and let you experience a mountain-like love that you can never experience with other gods!)

From the moment she learned to dress and dress after gaining a sense of shame, to the first time she bled profusely and yet didn't understand the anatomy of men and women, to the shyness and budding girlish heart she felt when he taught her everything, to her continuous growth under his guidance, she finally became an outstanding witch.

These are Ash's memories—experiences that the Vanir gods, her true creators, never gave her. She still has no sense of reality about being created by the Vanir gods. Instead, Ash's memories keep appearing and washing over her mind, sometimes making her almost mistakenly believe that she really is 'Ash' and that there is no such thing as a counterfeit Highphaeg in this world.

So, 'My birth was a mistake—' the witch High Priestess Ig thought at one moment.

Ah—! Gao Fa Yige's pupils suddenly dimmed, because at the very end of her memory she suddenly remembered, that's right... she wasn't that shining, radiant queen who was pampered and loved by the god of humanity from birth and raised to become humankind.

Even its body is not a branch of the real World Tree, but was created by the gods using celestial fire and a portion of Ash's genetic blueprint (the gods had no idea of ​​the difference between Ash, the first generation of humans, and the second generation of humans when they were created, while the huge commotion when the second generation of humans were created had already spread, and the method was known to the gods).

When Gao Fa Yig felt down and slowly lowered his head, his face completely covered by his cloak,

The wind spirits didn't hear a reply, but their simple minds took it as tacit agreement. They knew that Gwyn, the Sun King, was a god of men who had once created a race called humans.

So—'Humans, humans, humans—this must be humans, right?!'

So the wind sprites, filled with joy, boundless curiosity, and goodwill, flocked to Highfar Ig's side: "Humans... I like you, friends... let's go home!"

The wind sprites all expressed their desire to return with Highphaist Yig, wanting to see more humans and witness the human world built by the Sun King Gwyn. They were filled with longing and curiosity about the human world.

This unexpected turn of events left Gao Fa Yige speechless: What?!

Chapter Seventy-One: Parting Ways... Wait, ahh! The Golden Apple Incident Begins

With eyes as blue as violets, filled with sorrow like those of an abandoned little animal, and withered, lifeless pupils, Gao Fa Yige gazed at the gentle breeze on the horizon, about to speak: "I...I'm not—"

And yet, for some inexplicable reason, Gophaig, who originally wanted to say that he was not the child of the god of humanity at all, but couldn't bring himself to say it, found himself unable to utter the words.