Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

But after Ye drew his sword, the future suddenly vanished.

Even the old man can no longer see it, but there is one thing he understands very well: directing the tragedy of human heroes is precisely an act of conforming to fate and conforming to the human history of the Nordic world.

Just like he has done countless times before, even if there is no clear method now, Odin, who is already very familiar with the process, has his own set of experience in creating heroes.

So he decided to arrange the night himself! The trials of a hero!

Chapter 158 The Hunter Chose the Wrong Opponent! The Beautiful White Wolf That Speaks Human Language

And it was during the moment when the elderly were giving their 'blessings'.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ye, who was on her way, suddenly felt the arrival of a force of destiny, as if a thread wanted to bind her to a powerful fate.

Night, who possessed administrative authority over the Nordic world and had comprehended numerous runes, immediately deciphered the various sacred 'oaths' contained within this blessing.

If an ordinary person could see that powerful oath, which also has obvious and terrifying side effects, they might be so frightened that they would be desperately trying to abandon this destiny.

But Ye only glanced at it twice before immediately perking up.

Great stuff—ah!!

Even the night had to admit that the power of Norse fatalism was such that even Odin, the king of the gods, could not defy it.

A heroic destiny can make the entire Nordic world revolve around how to cultivate you into a hero.

At certain times, you will be led on the path of a hero by chance, and great achievements and accomplishments that others cannot find will be actively pursued and completed by you.

It's like if you want to be a savior, first of all, a global crisis needs to happen by chance. And you can't create this crisis yourself.

However, in a fatalistic view, it's possible for a slumbering evil dragon to suddenly awaken, emerge to wreak havoc, and happen to be on your travel route, committing atrocities in the country ahead.

It's like a magical artifact hidden in some nook or cranny, which you can discover by chance during your adventures or when you get lost—an absurdly lucky streak!

Under this kind of 'strong luck'—Ye doesn't even need to actively seek great achievements; as long as he acts according to his own ideas and is active in this era, he will naturally achieve fame and success.

It's a good thing that the old man isn't the 'Odin incarnate' yet, otherwise, I wonder what a wonderful expression he would have had if he knew he was giving points to his bet partner.

Odin is now determined to stop Night from accomplishing his great feat!

Ye then took a look at the side effects of those blessings.

Well—the first one, who will never be able to establish their own kingdom and acquire their own land.

Night will not linger in this era. At most, after completing the epic, it will anchor this world line to make it independent so that it can better influence human history. The land is useless to it.

Secondly, they lacked food and clothing and suffered from hunger and cold.

In fact, Night inherited the blessing from Greece, and absorbing sunlight every day is enough for him, even better than photosynthesis. Not to mention that he is not a human in the conventional sense and is not limited by hunger.

Thirdly, because of their undefeated record, they must pay a heavy price for it. Very well—an ending that is not tragic enough is not enough to be remembered by the world. The more tragic a hero is, the more memorable and good he is! Pain is good!

I'm afraid it won't hurt enough!

Finally—although respected and honored guests in various countries, he could not gain the friendship of others. As a hero, his aloofness and lack of understanding were already the norm.

As for Ye, he has absolutely no need for the friendships of ordinary people in this era.

The two are not on the same level at all. Even if they have some interaction, it is unlikely that they can continue to communicate.

In summary, these are hardly side effects; they are clearly a buff that makes the hero's image more vivid and adds to his memorable qualities.

Night did not stop the thread of fate from falling upon him.

Perhaps it was truly the influence of fate that led to this. When Night and Siguni reached the border between the Kingdom of Lapland and its neighboring country, nothing happened. But the moment Night accepted that 'blessing,' a cry for help suddenly came from the forest—the frantic sobs of a little girl.

"Someone is calling for help, brother...should we go check it out?" At this stage, Siguni, who hadn't completely turned to the dark side, was still kind-hearted. If she were fully mature, she would definitely pull her brother away and wouldn't meddle in other people's business.

Sensing the panic and pleading in her cries for help, Sigourney felt a pang of sympathy.

Ye said nothing, but simply spurred his horse into the forest.

A gut feeling—that he should go and see if he could find the information he needed—made him realize that this unexpected situation was probably the beginning of his destiny acting up.

What kind of hero created this 'super luck'?!

There's no need to worry about encountering any particularly dangerous situations at night. In this era, there are only a few truly dangerous places. It's impossible to run into the evil dragon Fafnir chasing humans just by entering a forest, right? Most of these unexpected situations are simply a bonus for night.

That same night, after passing through the weeds and trees and seeing the scene inside, he was stunned for a moment.

A silver-white wolf? Is it calling for help?!

The little girl's voice came from its mouth; it was an incomparably beautiful white wolf, as sacred and naturally approachable as the fawn of the moon goddess Artemis.

At this moment, the only flaw on her body was probably a wound on her hind leg that was constantly oozing bright red liquid.

When he saw Night and Sigourney enter, a hint of human-like excitement appeared in White Wolf's eyes: "Help...help me—!"

Upon finally seeing Ye's face clearly, the White Wolf was slightly taken aback, almost forgetting that he was still in danger...

—At the same time, a hunter emerged from the bushes on the other side. When he saw the scene before him, he was also stunned. Then, without saying a word, he immediately drew his bow.

That decisive stance—rather than looking like he was about to attack the White Wolf, it seemed more like he was preparing to catch Ye and the others off guard before they could react.

The next moment, without even using the holy sword...

A white light flashed through the air, and before the hunter could even see what weapon Ye was using, he let out a scream as his bow-drawing arm snapped off.

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!! !! !! Ahhh, ahhhhhhh!

"—! No, don't kill me...! I didn't mean to attack you, I just wanted to shoot that wolf." Feeling immense pain emanating from his severed arm, and despite his pale face and constant sweating, the hunter finally spoke.

But the hunter's words were so deceptive that even Sigourney wasn't fooled.

He just wanted to take action against the White Wolf, and had no other intentions?

The wound on the white wolf's hind leg made crawling extremely difficult and restricted its movement. It was unlikely to escape or commit further violence anytime soon, so there was no need to rush to finish it off.

On the contrary, the hunters' first thought upon seeing them wasn't to greet them, hmm...

It wasn't that they didn't greet us, but rather that they seemed to be preparing to greet us in a more barbaric way.

If Ye's perception is correct, the hunter's aura just now was aimed at the horse he was sitting on.

In Northern Europe, influenced by the pirate civilization, everyone, regardless of their profession, even the royal army, is more or less tainted with banditry.

Robbing others of their money in the wild is a very frequent and normal occurrence.

But this time the hunter chose the wrong opponent!

Chapter 159 White-haired Petite Girl - I understand now, you're Yao Lan, ugh, so you're Perthward!

Night completely ignored the hunter's wails and feigned distress, and said directly, "I ask, you answer—if I'm not satisfied, you die! Understand?"

The hunter nodded frantically!

Got it, got it, got it!! At this moment, the hunter no longer had the aloof and expert demeanor he had when he first appeared; he was ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

At this moment, he fully realized the dimensional gap in strength between himself and the person opposite him.

After asking several questions, Ye found that she did not get the answers she wanted.

He initially thought he had stumbled upon some kind of mythological film set.

After all, the white wolf, who could talk and looked sacred and beautiful, full of charm, was as beautiful and alluring as a goddess, and was once again being hunted by hunters.

Perhaps the hunter symbolizes the incarnation of a certain god. Ye was a little serious when he made his move, but he didn't expect it to be just a show.

At this point, Ye had a general idea in mind—she might not know the answer to many questions, but she still had to ask to find out, and then…

He asked the hunter, but it turned out that the white wolf's fur looked like it could fetch a lot of money, and its ability to talk aroused the hunter's greed, which led to the scene before... In fact, he himself didn't know what he was hunting.

Upon hearing this, knowing the hunter was utterly worthless, Night gave him a swift and merciless end to his life.

What do talking beasts represent in the world of mythology? You even dared to lay a hand on that? That's extraordinary courage!

He admired the guy's courage, so—he'll see him off!

At least dying at his hands wouldn't be too much of a torment. If some related deity were to seek revenge later, they certainly wouldn't let him die so easily.

"Thank you so much..." After seeing the hunter die, the white wolf breathed a sigh of relief, and a human-like expression appeared on her face.

After being informed by the white wolf, Ye finally understood what had happened.

At this moment, she was only wearing a leather coat that could transform her into a wolf. Originally, she was a genuine human, but due to the magic on the leather coat, she was temporarily unable to transform back into a human after wearing it for too long, which is why she was being hunted by hunters.

If you wear a wolf's robe for a long time without taking it off, you'll be forcibly turned into a wolf for a period of time? This story sounds so familiar!

It wasn't until night saw Sigourney beside him that he finally remembered...

Isn't this the method Sigmund used to train Siguni's son in the myth?

To train his nephew (son) to become an outstanding warrior, Sigmund took him hunting wild beasts in the forest. On the way, they encountered bandits, defeated them, and obtained two magical wolf pelts.

The two agreed to transform into wolves and plunge into a more brutal forest trial. They were not to seek help unless absolutely necessary and had to face the enemy alone. Only those who survived such difficult conditions would be stronger and more resilient than lone wolves.

They then put on the wolf pelt, but the pelt had a terrible side effect: it was difficult to remove after wearing it for too long. The two of them were constantly facing the threat of wild beasts and hunters and were exhausted for a while.

As a result, when Sigmund was being pursued by eight humans, he cried for help, while his son defeated fourteen enemies on his own. Although he was seriously injured, he never cried for help once and even mocked his uncle's cowardice, saying that he was not as strong as himself. As a result, he was bitten to death by the enraged Sigmund.

Had it not been for the discovery that the white snake could revive its companion by placing a leaf on his broken body, thus revealing the miraculous resurrection plant, Sigmund's child would have truly died. (This story, after being passed down to the realm of fairy tales, became a classic tale, imbued with Christian themes and resembling the method of Saint Peter's resurrection in fairy tales.)

Wolf skin amplifies a person's wildness. The longer one wears it, the harder it is to remove, gradually turning a person into a beast. Even the hero Sigmund lost his human speech after donning this magical cloak and could only communicate by howling. Yet the white wolf before him could still speak clearly.

This made Ye suspicious of her identity.

"Um—I don't know how to take this off anymore," the white wolf said.

She desperately wanted to prove her human identity, fearing that the two men would mistake her for some special magical creature, just like the hunters before them, and develop some bad ideas about her.

But Ye could tell her clearly that if someone wanted to have bad thoughts about you, it wouldn't matter to them whether you were actually 'human' or not.

Night: "It's okay... I know how to take off this coat."

As he spoke—in fact, he had been secretly observing and using the power of runes to peer into the patterns of the wolf skin for quite some time—night fell.

Having already discovered its subtle weakness, Ye suddenly reached out and grabbed a section of fur on the top of the white wolf's tail, then gently tugged it.

White Wolf let out a shy, coquettish gasp that could easily lead to illicit thoughts. It felt as if her sensitive area was being gently stroked, so how could she possibly remain calm?

But for Night and Siguni, the beastly appearance of the other party made it difficult to have many other thoughts.

Besides Furui Control...

With a whoosh, a silver-white fur appeared in Night's hand, and a petite, naked white-haired woman suddenly appeared before him.

Silver-white hair, clear, shy, light blue eyes, and rosy, translucent skin; white shoulders and budding lotus leaves...