Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

He dedicated his life to eradicating evil, and was never defeated. A man of unwavering principles who carried out his radicalism to the very end.

The interesting remarks made me think about my own motivations for attacking Fafnir, the identity I suddenly had in mind, and what I was trying to verify. I suddenly laughed!

He let out a maniacal laugh that sounded like sneer...

"Evil?! You say you are the greatest evil? And you even regard me as good, who came to punish evil?! What a ridiculous statement! From your words, it's as if you are ashamed of your own evil deeds and your embodiment of evil. In your eyes, must it be good that punishes evil? Are you... ashamed of being one of the evil ones?"

Under Ye's heightened perception, no emotion seemed to be able to escape his gaze.

The evil dragon opposite him gasped for breath—! He was momentarily stunned by the question.

As a colossal evil, does he feel...ashamed of being the very concept of 'evil'?!

How could that be? He was... a greedy evil dragon! It was because of his overwhelming greed that he even killed his husband and brother, gradually forgetting himself, and willingly degenerating into a monster king of evil dragons!

How could he, the greatest evil in the world, possibly have the slightest doubt in his heart about his identity or this outcome...?

But when Fafnir thought about his own slightly sarcastic, yet self-deprecating, remark, "The dragon slayer becomes the dragon," he inexplicably fell silent.

Chapter 230 Not Good? So What! Devouring Evil's Evil! Without Shame or Responsibility.

Heroes cannot become saviors because they cannot overcome their inner greed.

After slaying the dragon, they obtained wealth comparable to the entire world—the Rhine Gold. Unable to control their inner desires, they would sooner or later become like Fafnir, forever greedily guarding the gold, vigilant against all life in the world until the end.

During this process, a person's limbs will gradually disappear and grow sharp claws, until—the former hero becomes a dragon.

Those who come with pure evil intentions and greed cannot become saviors. Compared to the greatest evil known in the Nordic world, other evils are far too insignificant.

How can a weak evil possibly kill a great evil?

So—in this destiny that was predictable from the very beginning, Fafnir realized his fate the day he transformed into the evil dragon, and that perhaps one day—he would be defeated by a saint who had no desires.

Before that—he will possess the Rhine gold forever.

however--

This period of time was far too long, so long that it went from the initial wariness of the arrival of the 'world of the good,' to restlessness, rage, and impatience, to finally eternal solitude!

A man lies buried atop the Gneiteheide Mountains, awaiting the challenge of the savior, a challenge whose arrival is uncertain.

Even though he remained greedy and unwilling to relinquish the immense treasure of the Rhine gold, the emptiness within him over the long years had corroded Fafnir's soul, and that unconscious mockery was a subconscious expression of bewilderment at the lost self.

however--

but……--

"Good and evil duality—is that it? An utterly boring era… I stand here right now, and you and I, with our absolutely incompatible consciousness, stand here; we claim to be good and evil—yet we are about to engage in the most brutal and dangerous battle. Compared to good, which needs to feign stances, righteousness, and identity, evil is much cleaner and simpler. Murderous intent, anger, resentment—the reasons for fighting have always been that simple—"

The next moment, when the night spoke, Fafnir met his gaze and was suddenly captivated by the mystery in his eyes, seeing a scene that seemed familiar.

The universe suddenly began to rotate and change again.

That is the essence—!

The essence is called 'Absolute Evil'. As the greatest evil in Norse mythology, Fafnir inadvertently touched upon the mystery of Night, resonating with the microcosm within Night that had begun to operate and generate its own laws.

He saw it—the pitch-black Talos! All glory belongs to Talos!

Countless people called out, chanting his name; the Black Knight was surrounded by a sea of ​​people. And that great one being called upon—

Battle, carnage—!! No need for extra reasons, an emotion, a consciousness is enough to sustain a grand battle from its start to its complete end.

I saw it—

Life is as brilliant as summer flowers. In a short lifetime, one sings praises of victory, twists reason, and transcends human wisdom. One will never lose or die. One can break through the battlefield at any time, even if one enters the underworld or the realm of gods. Even if one fights against a million heroes until only one person remains, one can continue ruthlessly. Throughout all the mythical eras, one is beaten, stabbed, and hacked at. One then fights back with a posture that is even more terrifying than beating back, stabbing back, or hacking back. One fights back with a "desperate" posture that surpasses all oppression.

Let your blood flow and the blood splatter of your enemy be unmatched in the world. Stare into the enemy's eyes, listen to their desperate screams, even if it means the destruction of a universe.

It was no longer a simple battle, no longer a simple dispute and slaughter between opposing sides, but a trial that was indiscriminate against civilization, life, and the world.

Not good? So what? I will transform into evil that devours evil, living on without shame, without regret, without anything at all.

In a sense of déjà vu, it was as if one could sense the gaze of an evil dragon. Suddenly—that conceptual, pitch-black figure, standing atop a throne atop a colossal giant as high as a mountain, slowly turned its head to look this way, its lips uttering a chillingly resolute voice filled with an unyielding will!

Shameless and without regret!! Standing alone in the desolate wasteland of slaughter... Ah. Truly the ultimate martial art.

Is this evil?

Fafnir was shocked—undoubtedly, it was evil! Absolute evil!!

The next moment, Fafnir's golden eyes contracted. When he regained consciousness, he looked at the night in reality again. This time, he was no longer looking at humans, but rather at a gaze that seemed to be larger than himself, perhaps even large enough to bear the evil of the entire world and universe.

It already knew perfectly well what kind of enormous and terrifying monster was hidden beneath this body.

Even it, which had always considered itself evil, couldn't help but compare itself to the figure of absolute will that had just destroyed everything, and had that thought in its mind.

Faced with such absolute evil, can I still call it the greatest evil?

Compared to its counterpart, doesn't it seem a bit too lazy, having stayed in the Gneiteheide Mountains all the time?

Evil, which could make even evil tremble, appeared before it so abruptly on this day.

An ultimate martial art that relentlessly pursues victory, never losing, never running away, and never being defeated.

At that moment, as Fafnir hesitated, the halo of victory began to shine behind the night from the modified sword of victory—Gram—engraved with the laws of victory.

The scales are beginning to tip in their favor!

Even someone as powerful as Fafnir, feared by the gods, could so easily doubt his own evil. It must be said that the halo of victory played a role in this as well. Any possibility that could lead the battle to victory would be magnified infinitely, accumulating until it overwhelmed the opponent like a vast ocean.

At this moment, Fafnir, completely unaware, had already fallen into a trap of victory.

These invincible military geniuses employ the greatest strategy: first, they crush their opponents' spirit and will, weakening their fighting will, and then they completely guide the arrival of victory!

Speaking of the best among them, there is undoubtedly Bahram (Velleslana), the most famous Zoroastrian war god in the world of good and evil dualism.

In the early Persian mythology, before a clear supreme god was established, he was a monster whose fame rivaled that of the three strongest gods and whose record of being "undefeated" was the only one in the entire pantheon. He was said to be able to defeat any opponent, even if Ahura and Mithras were in front of him (when the three were of equal status, Ahura had not yet been given the title of creator god). He was a monster who dominated the gods for seven days and seven nights.

Even Azdahaka, the demon king known as the absolute evil in the Little Garden, was defeated by him in mythology and was chained to a high mountain.

The combination of the halo of victory and absolute evil created a scene that resembled a reenactment of a myth.

Chapter 231 A Vicious Clash! The Evil That Followed Showed Me Your Respect!

On the surface, it is a story of a 'hero' defeating an evil dragon—but in essence, it is a manifestation of a greater evil devouring evil!

The one who defeats the evil dragon Azdalka is never good, but in fact, a greater evil;

Beneath the dazzling glory of the God of War lies a mischievous, wandering god from elsewhere, an ultimate warrior who was once unruly and disrespectful of the divine order, and was forcibly incorporated and given a name after fighting alone against the Persian divine order.

Even so, they were both slaying dragons.

now--

Night: "You saw that, didn't you?"

Fafnir, still somewhat uncertain and shaken, exclaimed, "That is... an evil far greater than me?!"

I see—I see…!

At this moment, overwhelmed by indescribable emotional turmoil, and somewhat mentally deranged from the immense shock, the evil dragon suddenly questioned, "Why?"

night:"……"

Fafnir: "...[fighting evil with evil]. Is that kind of thing worth sending yourself to hell?"

Fafnir saw not only absolute evil, but also the brilliance that preceded the birth of that absolute evil.

Although it only appeared briefly.

But undoubtedly—

Incomparably dazzling—! If this is the person he once imagined, the one who could defeat him, cleanse humanity of its unbearable sins, and bring a world of goodness, then this must be what he looks like.

Why not act as a benevolent savior to save the world, but instead choose the same path as it, one that is despised by the world and feared and loathed by all?

That shouldn't be called human at all; it's not a path that intelligent beings would like or be willing to choose.

Fafnir only realized on the day the dragon became aware of its immense evil that there was no turning back.

But the person before us is different—he almost chose this path of his own volition!

……

Savoring that complex emotion, for the evil dragon in this Nordic world, who had once been in the same predicament as the other but had never been able to achieve such a grand and magnificent epic, this moment was less a questioning of the night and more a questioning of itself.

They saw through who the real target of their questioning was.

Night did not answer the other's question, but instead said, "Very good—it seems you have fully understood what your true nature is in front of you. Then—I will forgive you."

Fafnir's pupils contracted: "...Forgive?!"

Night: "Yes, forgiveness... If the one who punishes evil is evil, then only evil remains after the death battle. Is what you expect a world where good defeats evil? Indeed—if one is to be defeated as an evil being, then there is far too little redemption. This is mercy—'my offspring.' Those who come after—! Or—will you make another choice? Those born in the Garden of Fallen Angels. No need for shame, no need for regret, no need for remorse. Live on with sin and punishment, and fight me to the bitter end as an evil being. Evil kills evil—!"

In short—chaos! That's...humanity!

So—the man before us didn't come here to eradicate the inherent sins within humanity!

They did not come to attack it for reasons Fafnir believed—the reasons of the good.

Instead—without any reason, simply doing what they wanted to do, to unleash an even greater darkness of violence against violence!

A complete reversal—a total reversal. The challenger, no, the trial participant, who was completely different from what Fafnir had imagined, appeared before him.

The word "challenge" is used to describe the weak facing the strong.

But between the two, was Fafnir truly the stronger one? Or was he simply the one with a clearer concept and a stronger, more resolute will?

Do not……

When that gaze and voice, containing pity yet utterly cold, even provoking the rage and dignity ingrained in the evil dragon's very bones, rang out in the sky and fell upon it.

They were even regarded as 'offspring' by the other party. And—using the same law, they were asked in return—whether sin and punishment should continue to exist in accordance with this law!

"Choose!" the other party said, as if bestowing a favor.

A weak evil is nothing more than a 'son' or a follower in the face of a greater evil.

Faced with absolute evil—which encompasses everything—the immense evil of Northern Europe—before the absolute evil of Greece—becomes as insignificant as a newborn infant, crying for milk.

Dragons—! What proud, powerful, and domineering creatures they are! Could it be that the dragon race, which was once scorned even by the gods, fearless, and whose power shook heaven and earth—daring to be enemies of the world—has to now endure such humiliation because of its inherent pride?

But at this moment——

Similar to the seemingly endless and inextinguishable rage and unbearable humiliation born from Fafnir's heart, there was another kind of tremor from the soul—the 'paradise of evil killing evil' initiated by absolute evil was right before his eyes.

Like a rotten fruit, this place, burning with a sweet, putrid stench, is both hell and a captivating paradise.