Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

At this moment, even the sailors on those regular merchant ships, although they did not respond to Krimshild's cries for help, would not mind kicking her while she was down if she survived, and even looked forward to such an outcome.

The transformation from sailor to pirate often only requires a change in demeanor.

After all, the 'poor' who can only sit on their dirty, dilapidated little boat, even if stripped naked and eaten, have no power to resist, and no one will stand up for them.

They don't need to worry about retaliation from anyone afterward.

Weak animals are eaten by strong carnivores; survival of the fittest is the truth of the Nordic world.

But their greed made them lose sight of another rational thought: could such a beautiful woman really have no background or status?

Meanwhile, although her cloak had been blown away, she still had clothes on her body to cover her curvaceous and lewd figure, preventing others from seeing her wet and alluring body. However, at this moment, Krimhilde's thin clothes could not protect her from the cold and storm.

Thump—! Good fortune did not favor him because of his status as Princess Krimhild. When bad luck strikes, even the Sword Saintess and Princess next door can be pinned against a wall by a goblin.

In such an indiscriminate storm, even an adult man couldn't hold onto anything on the ship to keep his balance after a single wave, let alone Krimhild, who was carrying a heavy magic sword.

Upon hearing yet another splash, the trembling crowd, realizing that the vanished figure was none other than Krimhilde, whose breathtaking beauty had been revealed earlier, could only sigh. They felt a pang of regret—perhaps for the loss of such a vibrant and beautiful life, or perhaps for the fact that she was now 'dead,' leaving them with no chance to persecute her later. Without time to dwell on it, their tension remained, as they continued to guard against the storm, clinging tightly to the hull beside them.

Some even began to weep and pray: "Great Odin, King of the Gods! Calm your wrath! Your faithful followers beg you to lower your merciful gaze and let me safely weather this storm!"

Chapter 216 When he comes over, how should I ask for help?

People continued to fall into the waves because of the storm.

Under such ferocious waves, there was absolutely no possibility of survival.

Even the best swimmers can lose their way in this raging torrent, let alone find the nearest reef or land to land.

The ship had been away from the shore for half a day, and was still two days away from its destination. Even if it survived this ordeal, it would likely die of exhaustion at sea.

For someone who falls into the sea, climbing back onto a boat is completely impossible.

Just thinking about it makes me break out in a cold sweat.

Even the fleet was teetering on the brink of collapse in the raging sea, constantly rocking and showing signs of capsizing at any moment. How could an ordinary person possibly get close to the constantly rocking ship and climb aboard in such turbulent waves?

Everyone knew that the chances of survival for those who fell were slim.

Nobody intended to save them... Falling down meant certain death!

Let alone ordinary victims, even if the king himself fell into the sea at this time, no one would dare to save him.

Who would willingly sacrifice their life for someone else?!

If there's anyone who remained calm and fearless amidst these turbulent waves, it would only be Ye. His strength gave him absolute confidence.

Judging from the physical abilities of the Saint Seiya, even on Earth, which is protected by divine intervention, it would be quite easy for a Saint Seiya to swim across the ocean alone.

Even if the ship capsizes, Ye can still cross the ocean alone.

Saint Seiya warriors undergo inhuman training from a young age, reaching unimaginable levels of physical strength and power. In the normal world, such training would be so advanced that it would kill someone in a single day, let alone a week.

Even Saint Seiya candidates can easily cross this ocean to find the nearest land. During their training, they fight each other to the death, and it is common for them to smash mountains and kick down huge stone pillars.

These are still Saint Seiya characters who haven't awakened their Cosmos yet; each one is comparable to the strongest creature on Earth, the Hanma aliens.

Once you reach the sixth sense, maintaining peak combat power for several days and nights in high-intensity battles is as simple as eating and drinking.

At this moment, with the Seventh Sense in the night, whether it's flying away at the speed of light or smashing these storms with a light-speed punch, it's all an easy matter.

But since it was Odin's doing, and not an ordinary shipwreck, the meaning behind his actions is quite intriguing.

If Odin had already discovered his true identity, it would be incredibly naive and laughable to try to stop himself from accomplishing his great task through such trials.

If it is Odin who has not yet discovered his identity—is this also in accordance with Siegfried's fate of slaying the dragon?

And now he plays—no, he is 'Siegfried' himself. After all, the second-generation Siegfried or Sigurd in later generations is basically impossible to be born again, given that he took Sigourney and drastically changed the plot.

And a second-generation Siegfried who hasn't even been born yet could absolutely not have slain the dragon before him.

Even Odin should understand that while he could obstruct, he couldn't truly stand against Night and go all out to stop him from slaying the dragon; otherwise, the bet would be lost from the start.

Thinking of this, Ye smiled slightly, then walked alone to the bow of the ship and stepped onto the long pole.

Someone noticed what was happening and immediately exclaimed, "Hey!! Come back!! Are you crazy? You'll fall off the ship like that!"

The captain of the ship looked over when he heard the noise, and saw that Ye had already stepped onto the long pole, but had not yet grasped any part of the ship.

Let alone on a ship tossed about in a storm, even on a calm sea, such a dangerous act could lead to falling. Only circus performers with exceptional balance could walk on the slender cylindrical prow of a ship that moves on the sea as if it were flat ground.

"It's hopeless..." the old captain said in a deep voice, but his gaze couldn't help but be fixed on the night.

He remembered this guest; he wasn't on their ship. He had paid a large sum of money for a ride to an island.

He was deeply impressed by Ye's incomparably handsome face and his rare, divine silver-white hair.

Seeing this man, more handsome than Apollo, about to perish in the storm, is undeniably a regrettable thing.

People always feel regretful about beauty that is full of regret.

however--

The next moment, Night's feet seemed welded to the ship, her steps incredibly steady and graceful, her movements both elegant and powerful. The ship's violent rocking had no effect on her whatsoever.

This...this is—?

Many people noticed this astonishing scene and were stunned.

How is that possible? How did he do that? He maintained such amazing balance.

At this moment, Ye did not use any power other than the power of her own body.

Relying solely on his unparalleled martial arts skills that set him apart from the rest of the world, and on his absolute control over his body, he seemed to have become one with the ship, the sea, the sky, and the entire seascape.

He merged with nature—when he reached the very front, he looked at the enormous storm in the sky before him.

Night raised its head, its silver hair flowing wildly in the thunderstorm like a demon god, full of unrestrained and domineering temperament. Its eyes under the heavy rain were as beautiful as the Milky Way in the starry sky, reflecting the lightning in the sky.

Boom~!!

Odin, who was far away on the other side, noticed what was happening and frowned, looking puzzled.

What does he want to do?

That's right—this storm was orchestrated by Odin, and he appeared here to await the arrival of night, to create a chance encounter, and to provide night with a reason and opportunity to deliver equipment.

After all, he is the God King, and he can't be forced to give equipment to others.

First, let the storm push the ship over, then he stands on the reef and asks for help. After Night rescues him, he instructs Night on how to slay the dragon. After Night lands, there will be another chance encounter, and he will give Night a batch of equipment.

After he completes his great deeds, his identity is revealed one last time, and his final mount is presented to him. This not only adds enough mystery (and prestige) to the epic tale of the hero, but also makes it seem like the great god Odin was just passing through the human world during a game, and was unintentionally rescued by Siegfried who mistook him for a real old man in distress. Siegfried was quite impressed by Odin's kindness, which led to the series of events that followed.

The reason Siegfried received guidance and became stronger was a well-deserved reward for Odin's kindness, and it was absolutely not because he was a descendant of Odin's bloodline—a demigod. Everything he earned and deserved, whether it was glory or power, was not chosen by Odin out of selfishness.

Look—this kind of plot arrangement is sure to satisfy everyone…

Chapter 217 A punch shattered it—no! It was a rising dragon that made the rain flow backwards!

There couldn't be a better 'coincidental' encounter than this.

If you ask why it's such a 'coincidence,' it must be fate!

Everything was preordained! This is the Norse universe—…destined by fate!

Odin, extremely pleased with the drama he had orchestrated, was just waiting for the ships to approach his reef.

In the process, he was not worried (or concerned) about how many innocent people would die tragically on this sea.

He didn't even realize he had unintentionally harmed his great-granddaughter-in-law. Or perhaps, Odin's avatar had limited power and was focused entirely on the night, completely oblivious to whether anyone else was around.

Of course—the identities of Ye's descendants are all imposters, and the great-granddaughter-in-law naturally doesn't exist either, but that doesn't matter.

At this moment, Krimhild felt extremely uncomfortable, and a sense of despair welled up in her heart. As she fell into the sea, she was filled with seawater, and the heavy magic sword dragged her into the depths of the sea, as if she were falling into an abyss!

Is this how it's going to end?

Consciousness was already blurred—! But the suffocating and powerless feeling of life gradually fading away kept echoing, making people struggle desperately for salvation!

God! If you truly exist.

Merciful God, please cast your compassionate gaze upon me.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die, it hurts so much...it hurts so much...it hurts so much—!

It hurt more, it suffocated more, and it was more desperate than ever before.

Having grown up in the royal family with a silver spoon in her mouth, pampered by everyone, the innocent and carefree princess could never have imagined that she would die in such a tragic way.

Like a mermaid turning into foam, she perished in the sea.

Even his own father and brothers wouldn't know that he would die in such a desolate deep sea.

However—God did not respond to her.

Until consciousness sinks deeper and deeper into darkness and a feeling of suffocation.

God did not respond…—perhaps that's normal. After all—if God could truly hear prayers, hear people's suffering, and offer comfort and salvation.

So—through countless days and nights, the princess who would later lose Siegfried and constantly yearn for revenge would not be alone until the very end.

God never appeared when she needed Him most.

Or rather—does God not care?!

Images flashed through my mind rapidly. At this moment, my consciousness couldn't even process a series of thoughts, but those images still flashed through my mind.

Those were the images that the goddess, in her dream form, showed them in the temple, as Perthward.

The cruel and ruthless side of the gods, led by Odin, the king of the gods.

Treating everyone as tools, cannon fodder to resist Ragnarok, would such a god possibly care about the lives of mere, weak, and useless mortals?

Even Odin only desires the spirits of outstanding warriors among mankind.

The rest—are all remnants less worthy of a second glance than the ashes after the fire has burned out, useless things.

……

On the ship, the prayers had almost entirely turned into wailing.

Although it all happened in a very short moment, it revealed the full spectrum of human life!

Until Ye slowly assumed a posture, he stood horizontally on the long pole, slowly closed his eyes and assumed a horse stance, and then repeatedly practiced the movements in his mind according to the description of the move in his memory.

With his current strength and absolute martial arts skills, replicating the unique combat techniques of the Saint Seiya would not be difficult for him.

For powerful secret techniques, or those involving the clash of various laws and forces, it might be more difficult. But for some pure martial arts, especially those with clearly defined execution methods, it is actually quite simple to analyze them.