Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Having already been rebuffed by these princes, Higil immediately ordered his men to summon Night and Siguni in an attempt to ease the tension.

"This is King Higel the Goth, and also your sister's fiancé. Come and get acquainted..."

However, just as the king was about to introduce Ye to Higil, he discovered that Higil was not even looking in his direction, but was busy chatting and drinking with his retainers, ignoring him completely.

This displeased Volsung, but he didn't say anything.

In truth, Volsung also looked down on this Higil. But it wasn't just to guard against attacks from the powerful Gothic kingdom; it was also because Higil was extremely wealthy, having previously gifted him a considerable amount of gold and silver…

The original myth describes how Volsung betrothed his daughter to Higil without ever having met him, because he valued Higil's wealth and power among all the kingdoms.

Even if the myth portrays Volsung as a king of great talent, a wealthy and powerful nation, a loving father, an honest and trustworthy man, and a respectful person, it cannot change the fact that he married off his daughter to Higil because of his wealth and power, without even knowing Higil's character or appearance... Isn't that just being a lapdog?

If Ye were to tell Siguni about this, the image of her reliable and great father in the young girl's mind would probably completely collapse.

But seeing things unfold like this, with her father, the king, being ignored yet still smiling, showing no signs of anger, Sigourney felt increasingly disappointed and saddened…

Given her father's current attitude, it's highly unlikely that he'll let her refuse the marriage proposal.

but--

The next moment, as expected of Siguni, Night stepped forward.

"fiancé?"

When the handsome white-haired prince suddenly changed his demeanor, although his gaze remained calm, he exuded a very dangerous aura as he looked at Higil.

Originally, Higil didn't intend to pay any attention to this place, and with enough background to be arrogant, he was now feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, feeling a sharp pain on his skin. He couldn't help but glance in the direction of the night, and it was in that glance that he met the calm eyes of the night. For no reason, Higil felt a chill run down his spine and subconsciously straightened his posture.

“That’s right—I am Siguni’s fiancé…and you are…the Seventh Prince, right?”

Among the many princes, the future great hero Sigmund was the youngest, while Night replaced the seventh prince, who was neither too mature nor too immature among the princes, but was in the prime of his youth.

Higil was able to call out the Seventh Prince immediately because the Seventh Prince was the only one he had never met.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly... Who did you say you were fiancé?" Night ignored Higil's subtly changing, somewhat conciliatory tone and asked again.

Chapter 151 Are you out of your mind? Volsung: You have some nerve!

Although Ye did nothing, the imposing aura he had cultivated through countless battles, which was practically synonymous with 'fear' itself, was awe-inspiring without him even trying—… Under this oppressive atmosphere, especially since no one could see Ye's clear emotions, his calm face made those around him even more panicked.

Wait, you're not angry anymore, are you?

I had a strange feeling that if I angered this man, something extremely terrible and bad would happen.

goodong...

Higel swallowed hard, about to say that he was Siguni's fiancé, but he stammered, opening his mouth but then stopping himself—only to realize that he couldn't even admit to such a simple identity.

But why should I be afraid of this man?

What is it about this man who is so handsome that he feels jealous? What makes him, as the Gothic King, feel fear?

The existence of 'momentum' cannot be explained, yet one is truly enveloped in fear by that invisible force.

Higil was not a hero; he lacked the unwavering will and spirit to withstand even the slightest, unconscious aura emanating from the night, causing him indescribable panic.

Higil: "I..."

Volsung frowned. "Is there something you're unhappy about with your brother-in-law? We made a promise, and we can't break it. I've already arranged the marriage, and I hope you and Siguni won't say anything more unpleasant."

"Did you get your head caught in a door?" Ye asked, turning his head without giving him any face.

His blunt and blunt words left the entire banquet speechless.

"What?" Volsung was stunned. His brain went blank because of this unexpected turn of events, and he stammered involuntarily.

Such language! And it came from his own child, in front of so many ministers, envoys from neighboring countries, and the king—words that showed absolutely no respect!

"Then maybe they got kicked by a donkey... If they weren't out of their minds, why would anyone be willing to sell their own daughter, putting a beautiful flower in cow dung for profit?" Ye continued.

His tone was calm, but the amount of information conveyed in his words was enormous; he was determined to make a striking statement.

Being betrayed by someone you trust is extremely painful, even if it's a betrayal between friends, let alone betrayal between family members. If Siguni could still maintain the status of a nominal brother and sister with her, she had absolutely no respect for the father who betrayed his daughter.

Meanwhile, Volsung was completely stunned by Ye's retort.

"You, you are... provoking me?" Volsung trembled with rage, his eyes filled with a cold, incredulous rage.

It seems I've neglected his upbringing. I never imagined he'd become so unruly. Just because he's unhappy with Sigourney's marriage, he dares to mock me like this in front of everyone?

Meanwhile, King Higil, whom Ye described as 'cow dung,' was equally furious, clenching his fists but daring not to utter a sound and waiting to see what would happen.

It was a good time to see how this father and son would handle the situation. Higil thought that as a prince, Ye would eventually be a little afraid and restrain himself after seeing his king father angered.

Volsung: "I think you will never understand that as king, I should be thinking about the future of my country more than a father. You lack the perspective and magnanimity of a king—Seventh Prince. This dooms you to never become a true king in your life."

Night revealed a smile, speaking in an utterly indifferent tone, as if looking down upon some filthy maggot, with utter contempt, "Oh? A country that needs to rely on women to maintain the stability and prosperity of its kingdom, a king who needs his daughter to demonstrate his magnanimity?"

His words were like a thunderbolt, causing a huge ripple in the hearts of those present.

Shocking! Night's words made Volsung feel even more ashamed; they suddenly made his kingly ways seem incredibly cheap.

Even the other princes couldn't help but show shame and embarrassment on their faces.

What a rhetorical question—to demonstrate a king's magnanimity by sacrificing one's daughter? Where does this petty, petty kingly spirit come from?

This is indeed a question that deserves our reflection.

They had also expressed their dissatisfaction and anger with their father's decisions, but when faced with his power, they all chose to back down. Originally, it could be said that they were thinking of the country, but now it feels like their last fig leaf has been torn off.

Sigmund clenched his fists several times, wanting to stand up and face his father with Night and the others. He was more courageous than his other brothers, but not much... otherwise, he would have stood up long ago in the myth.

Meanwhile, the princes and ministers were also shocked that Ye dared to speak so disrespectfully to the king.

There was only one person on the field, but he felt as refreshed as if he had taken a big bite of ice cream in the middle of summer, and thought that the night was incredibly cool at that moment! That person was Siguni, who was excitedly watching her brother stand in front of her and shield her from the wind and rain.

“…! You, how dare you!” Volsung was so angry that his face turned pale. Seeing that the situation had become tense, he wanted to use his fatherly authority to forcefully reprimand the brother and sister. However, after giving them a look that night, his body stiffened.

What terrifying eyes they held, as if they had descended from the most brutal battlefield, where the fighting spirit and killing intent of a battle-hardened warrior had materialized.

Volsung was startled and took a few steps back.

That was not the look a son should have when looking at his father. At that moment, the night became incredibly unfamiliar and mysterious, mysterious and terrifying, sacred and inviolable in his eyes. His awe-inspiring demeanor reminded him of the divine bloodline of his ancestors. Could it be that it had awakened in this generation?

Demi god?

This is absolutely not the demeanor of an ordinary person. Thinking of this—Volsung, who was originally extremely angry, suddenly lost all his anger and became invigorated instead.

A bloodline reversion?! If that's true, will their divine family produce another powerful demigod?

If another demigod hero could emerge, restoring the glory of their ancestor Xiji and reclaiming their ancestral honor would seem to be just around the corner.

Once this conjecture arose, all the unfathomable mysteries and powerful aura surrounding Ye suddenly had reasonable explanations, and Volsung's attitude towards him became more attentive and tolerant.

He calmly and patiently asked, his voice trembling with excitement, "You...you...this power, have you awakened the power within your bloodline? My son, although you will surely become incredibly powerful in the future, you still lack the time to grow. Therefore, you should support your sister's marriage to a wealthy and powerful king, so that you can obtain better resources for your growth!"

Volsung was thrilled! If one of his offspring were to successfully revert to the bloodline of the great god Odin, it would be a dream come true, a cause for immense joy.

Night: ? ? Odin's bloodline at its ancestral origins?

Does he fit too?

Chapter 152 The Double-Standard Holy Sword, Everyone's Hearts Shattered: Impossible! How could it be so honest?

For Ye, whose flesh and blood were born from the purest human concept, being stained with the blood of gods was a defilement.

In this Nordic-inspired universe, his human body, born from the creation myth of the Norse, possesses perfect possibilities and endless potential, having been shaped by a vast amount of primordial nourishment. In essence, he is even more noble than the gods.

There's no need to pursue divine blood for the sake of so-called power; such hybridization would only taint and corrupt the originally perfect bloodline power.

In short—what kind of father acts like his son?!

Meanwhile, Volsung, who was completely unaware of what Ye was thinking, earnestly advised her, hoping that she could calm down and reason with him to accept the fact that Siguni was going to get married.

Since the daughter will get married sooner or later anyway, why not marry her to a wealthy king to bring more benefits to the family and the kingdom?

For Volsung, who values ​​family honor above all else, just as he could disregard his daughter's happiness and the embarrassment he had caused because of Night, he instead earnestly advised Night.

But this seemed utterly ridiculous to Ye...

It was such a disgusting practice that it made him want to vomit. Not only did she sell her daughter, but she did it so matter-of-factly and with such a clear conscience, even expecting him, her 'brother,' to share in the benefits she received from selling her sister?

What a complete scumbag!

Just then, a commotion suddenly arose outside, as if someone was rushing towards the banquet, and the soldiers and servants outside were unable to stop them.

Here it comes!

Ye, who hadn't been serious at all since the beginning, finally perked up a bit. Compared to these boring guys, his expected target (Sudhana) had finally appeared.

An uninvited guest suddenly arrived from the direction of the banquet entrance; none of the people present recognized him.

Even Ye, an old acquaintance, almost didn't recognize the old man who symbolized 'Odin' the moment he appeared.

Ye did not sense any divine power fluctuations from him. Although there was a trace or aura, the other party was not even an avatar yet.

really--

Before the incarnations of the gods appear in this possible future world, there are no true gods in this timeline itself.

The old man in front of me has a complex relationship with Odin, but it can also be said that he is not Odin.

But once Odin sends his avatar to this world, he will be able to perfectly accept this memory.

Ye was somewhat looking forward to Odin receiving the memories and recognizing the things that 'himself (Odin)' in this world had done.

The old man, who was now barely a trace and whose appearance didn't even qualify as an incarnation, simply didn't have the insight to discern the powerful force hidden in the night, so naturally he wouldn't pay any special attention to it.

Upon entering the banquet, his gaze did not linger on Ye at all. Although he couldn't help but glance at Ye's exceptional handsomeness a few times, the old man ultimately looked at his chosen descendant, Sigmund.

While he was sizing up Sigmund, everyone else around him was also sizing up the old man.

He was tall and imposing, possessing an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger, and no one dared to offend him.

As the soldiers watched him go, not one dared to approach and question him. They watched as he arrived at the towering tree in the center of the palace, then drew an ancient and magnificent longsword and plunged it into the tree trunk.

The trunk of this ancient tree was as hard as a rock. No one had ever been able to leave even the slightest mark on it with a weapon before, but now the old man had pierced it deep into the tree with a single sword, leaving only the hilt of the sword sticking out.

Then, as everyone was speechless, the old man turned around and spoke: "This is the strongest holy sword in the world. Ordinary people can do nothing to it. Only those with the demeanor of a king can draw it. The one who can draw this sword can command the world, and none will dare to disobey. Moreover, he can pass this sword on to his descendants, and his descendants will be revered by millions!"

After saying that, he vanished into thin air.

Only then did everyone present realize that this was a divine intervention!

A miracle! It's a miracle!

Whoever pulls out this sword will be the chosen one? Those who remembered the old man's last words suddenly turned to look at the holy sword that had just been inserted into the tree trunk, their eyes burning with fervor.