Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

But such days soon came to an end with the arrival of war.

Night led the army acquired from Perthward, and together with Siguni and Sigmund, returned to the territory of Volsung.

With their strength and large army, the process of suppressing the rebellion and recovering the land was easier than expected.

Sigmund, as if to vent his negative emotions, turned into the most cruel and ruthless executioner on the battlefield with a cold face, fighting bloody battles—cutting down anyone he saw!

In the end, he was so bloodthirsty that even his teammates and soldiers around him refused to come close!

He will become the sharpest sword of the Volsung family, protecting the family's honor and survival.

With this in mind, Sigmund, combined with his demigod power, was simply the most useful weapon on the battlefield. In fact, even without the help of Night and the others, he was able to quell the rebellion on his own with his army.

Chapter 214 How about we take off all our clothes and swim to the other side naked?

Thanks to Sigo's sudden burst of power, he displayed heroic strength even without wielding the Holy Sword.

Ye didn't even have a chance to make a move this time—but after the war, Sigmund had no such thoughts at all, was completely unaware of his own merits, and still felt that he hadn't done enough.

Meanwhile, having completed all these tasks, Yoru also embarked on a journey to find the evil dragon Fafnir.

To Sigmund's great regret, Siguni never managed to conceive Night's child.

Indeed—the birth of a child of God is an extremely difficult thing.

We can only hope that Ye will successfully slay the dragon and return. Next time, next time we must urge them to comply with the family planning policy!!

Sigmund, who was gradually becoming somewhat paranoid and obsessed with this matter, had bloodshot eyes and was in great pain. He even began to think again about how useless his sister, Siguni, was. If he were a princess instead of a prince, he would have already—…cough!

On the other side, the night departs alone.

When it comes to slaying dragons, no one else can really help; they're all too weak.

Even though Leijin, who had gradually been convinced by Ye's strength and will, desperately wanted to see the evil dragon beheaded, he dared not embark on the path alongside Ye.

then--

Like Siegfried in mythology, on the night he embarked on his journey alone, fate began to turn in his favor. The epic destiny of Siegfried, the dragon-slaying hero, began to quietly influence the entire world. Yes—he is now 'Siegfried'.

Before he completes the dragon slaying, even the world will revolve around him, guiding him on the right path. This is the destiny of the dragon-slaying hero, an epic journey where he will never fail, no matter what.

And it was after traversing mountains and rivers, passing through countless kingdoms, that night finally arrived at the edge of the continent, by the sea. Whether in mythology or according to the method Leijin told him, to reach the palace where the evil dragon resided, one had to first cross a vast ocean.

In the original mythology, Siegfried also encountered a storm at sea, and it was Odin's avatar who helped him land safely.

Without Odin's help, even a demigod would find it incredibly difficult to slay the evil dragon Fafnir.

That makes sense, really. How could a hero who hasn't even achieved godhood be able to deal with someone who even the gods find troublesome?

Although Night did not need Odin's help like the original Siegfried, nor did he need the low-end artifacts and the offspring of the eight-legged steed that Odin gave him as mounts.

But he was still quite curious whether Odin would continue to appear. So—after searching along the shore, he boarded a fleet merchant ship.

Slaying the dragon was just the result, but the process was still necessary. This allowed the story of the hero Siegfried to ferment and spread widely along his journey. So, he didn't rush along the way, but rather enjoyed the scenery as if he were on a tour.

At this moment, he seemed to have truly transformed into an ordinary traveler, boarding a merchant ship with ordinary people. Fine wine should be savored slowly; gulping it down in one go would seem like swallowing it whole.

At the same time, another person boarded the ship. It was Krimshild, disguised and completely wrapped in a cloak.

She had previously visited the Kingdom of Sonos, but by then Ye had already led his troops away to his homeland.

Krimhild had no choice but to run to Volsung's territory again, but she was still a step too late... - Finally, the wise Krimhild decided to wait for the evil dragon Fafnir on the road he was sure to take.

If dreams are real—the dragon-slaying hero must have reached that area in the dream. She could just go there beforehand and wait!

Hopefully, I won't miss it again this time.

Even among mortals of the future, few know the location of the evil dragon Fafnir, but Krimhild, as the wife of the hero in the prophetic dream, is one of the few who has clearly heard her husband describe the approximate location of that perilous battle.

However, Krimshild did not board the same ship as Night, but rather a small boat nearby in the fleet.

Since sneaking out of the palace, she had spent most of her money and was so poor that she almost fantasized about the possibility of stripping naked and swimming to the other side of the sea.

However, considering her physical limitations, the demonic sword she carried, and the terrifying and embarrassing prospect of being exposed without any clothes, Krimhild had no choice but to give up.

If it were an alternate world storyline, he might even be captured by monsters in the water and turned into a useful processor.

Of course, if she were willing to unveil her beauty as the most beautiful woman in Germany and seduce others, many would be happy to give her a ride, but that's even more impossible...

How could Krimhild possibly choose to sell her body to get to the other side? She would feel uncomfortable even if it were just a fantasy.

In the end, Krimhild, who could only scrape together a few meager coins and board the smallest boat, prayed to meet Night as soon as possible, to hand over the sword to him, and to tell him not to neglect any part of his body when bathing in dragon blood.

By this time, the fleet had been away from the coast for quite some time, but Krimshild, having run out of money to buy food on the ship, had no choice but to go hungry.

Facing hunger, she was already somewhat dizzy. At this moment, she began to wonder if it was really a rational thing to abandon her noble status and privileged treatment as a princess and sneak out alone just to find a distant dream partner.

In reality, she probably never even met him once.

Krimshild's expression was complicated... When the passion and aspirations in her heart were defeated by the cruel reality of the past few days and by the simplest hunger and cold, she felt herself calming down.

Gritting her teeth and spending her last savings to board the ship might be her last impulsive act. Could she really find that hero?

Or rather—since she left the palace, has her fate changed? Has she severed her connection with that hero with her own hands?

The thought of this possibility made Krimshild feel increasingly dizzy and upset.

It's not impossible.

If that's really the case—...I...! What exactly have I done?

She even began to vaguely regret that she should have waited longer in the palace, until he arrived as she had in her dreams, and then used all her tenderness to keep him there, so that he would truly fall in love with her.

Or perhaps, he could ask his elder brother and father to help him search, instead of wandering aimlessly outside alone?

Her face was pale, and she couldn't accept that the love she had longed for and felt, which she considered her destined future, hadn't even begun, and that the thread of fate might have already ended, especially since it was severed by her own accidental actions.

I can't accept this! Siegfried, my beloved husband, where are you?

Chapter 215 The Divine Storm, Krimshild Falls into the Sea with a Fever

However, as fate would have it, before this delicate princess could even worry about what to do in the future, she soon encountered an even greater crisis that she had to face directly.

Or rather—it wasn't just Krimshild; everyone around her was caught in the same crisis!

Halfway through their journey, the fleet suddenly encountered a severe storm at sea. The ships were instantly tossed about by the storm, spinning around like clothes in a washing machine.

"Storm!!! It's a huge storm at sea!!" a sailor shouted in alarm, alerting his companions.

At this point, it was clearly too late to avoid the dark clouds ahead.

Storms are frequently encountered in the Nordic seas, and people often believe that they are trials by Odin, the king of the gods. Only the bravest can survive the storms and receive Odin's reward and blessing.

Storms are a manifestation of the god-king's authority, wrath, and majesty. Of course—these primordial natural disasters couldn't all be caused by Odin at all times.

Especially since the storm before us is so huge and came so suddenly.

Even seasoned sailors who frequently navigate these waters have never witnessed such a terrifying storm. They've traveled this route countless times; there's no way a storm of this magnitude could occur!

But this time—it's probably truly Odin's masterpiece.

At that moment, Ye perceived that dark clouds filled the sky and heavy rain poured down, and the storm, lightning, and huge surging waves seemed to threaten to engulf the fleet.

—Some people would believe it if you said it was the prelude to the imminent appearance of the sea monster Leviathan.

In the night, although no clear aura of power was sensed, the five senses could keenly perceive that the storm seemed to be consciously pushing the ship off its original course, moving steadfastly in one direction.

Now that we have a clear direction, the subsequent perception becomes much easier.

Night easily spotted the 'target' behind the road in the distance.

It was a small piece of land in the sea formed by reefs, not even worthy of being called an island.

An old man was standing on a large rock, seemingly waiting for something.

Upon noticing that the old man was blind in one eye and wearing an eye patch... Night immediately realized whose incarnation this was.

'He' actually came—!

This point in time should be Odin's true incarnation.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Krimhildr, unaware that the calamity was man-made and pale with fright at the unexpected turn of events, clutched the demonic sword tightly to her chest as the ship rocked violently.

Already petite, she also had to protect the magic sword from being swept away by the waves, which immediately put her in a dangerous situation.

Even with my eyes closed, I can almost picture myself being swallowed by the waves.

But Krimshild clung tightly to the sword in her arms, refusing to let go...

She desperately wanted to ask those around her for help, but everyone was too busy taking care of themselves to have any energy to worry about others.

Just then, the storm blew off Krimshild's cloak, suddenly revealing her beautiful long hair and delicate face.

Her body was petite and slender, and her skin was as smooth and white as a porcelain doll. Under the rain, it would shimmer like the moon.

Her stunning beauty immediately made her the most eye-catching figure on the small boat, attracting the attention of many even amidst such calamity.

Amazed, swallowing hard, greedy...

"Save me...please...—" Krimhildr's pleading gaze and the tears welling up in her eyes with fear were enough to evoke any man's protective instincts and desire to conquer.

If I could rescue such a beauty here and then have her pleasing me, it would surely be an experience like that of a god.

Several of the stronger sailors immediately became distracted.

“Beautiful…” However, just as one of the stronger men opened his mouth to speak, a wave suddenly swept him away and into the sea.

Immediately—screams and fearful murmurs rose and fell, and the others also came to their senses.

This storm was different from the ordinary gales they had dealt with before; it wasn't a time when they had the luxury of doing other things.

One oversight can really kill someone!

Even beauties need to be alive to enjoy life...!

Immediately, everyone turned their heads away, no longer looking at the beauty in the rain.

At this moment, her silvery-white hair and slightly flushed, fair face were stuck together, and the raindrops on her body, combined with her pleading, bright red lips, were extremely tempting, but no one paid any attention to her anymore.

To make matters worse, Krimshild found herself developing a fever. She had felt unwell and dizzy since boarding the ship—and her low mood was probably a result of this physical discomfort that finally made her decide not to give up.

But for some reason, they took a gamble and boarded the ship, and by then it was too late to regret it.

The blush on her face wasn't from shyness, but rather from the fact that the storm had further exacerbated her already poor physical condition, causing her to develop a fever all over her body. If this continued, even if she managed to survive the storm, she would likely fall seriously ill and become weak.

Now that her beauty has been revealed, she could easily become someone else's target, powerless to resist and helplessly taken away and "trained." Such a scenario is all too common in the real world of the Nordic Seas.

After all, Northern Europe was historically the homeland of pirates, a place that produced many pirates and regarded them as heroes. Expecting these seafaring men to have any moral compass is asking too much of them.