Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

This is not a battle where good triumphs over evil, but rather the end of extreme evil prevailing over evil!

Finally, a twilight-colored sword light, flying in a supersonic beam, flashed across the sky, cheng!

Suddenly, a moment of clarity swept through the world, then froze. A clear, thousands-of-meters-long beam of light pierced straight through and severed Fafnir's head.

Neither its physical body, with a density comparable to continental plates, nor its mystique as the strongest dragon species could withstand this attack.

With the absolute suppression of the Pierce and Dragon Slayer traits, as well as the suppression of Evil by Evil, all these buffs combined leave Fafnir with no chance of winning.

Blood dripped from the smooth cut of the severed head, scattering throughout the labyrinth.

Fafnir's powerful vitality allowed him to utter such a desperate lament before his death—and he stared intently at the figure with his golden eyes.

"Ultimate... darkness! As expected—it's invincible!"

I am the only one worthy of respect in heaven and on earth! That is an evil greater than myself, a greater original sin of humanity. Arrogant yet humble, cruel yet compassionate, a seemingly contradictory yet perfect combination, absolute evil, and also absolute justice.

That's right—! It is justice, because justice is always the symbol of the victor.

Perfect justice, a perfect soul, a perfect existence. To wholeheartedly believe in one's own laws, to follow one's own will, to transcend madness—the arrogance of reaching the divine realm, without shame or guilt.

He lost—! Faced with such immense evil, his final struggle seemed utterly futile. No one can defeat such evil!

Unlike themselves, the heroes of this world are far from being able to deal with even his false evil, so how can they deal with the evil of absolute will?

In his final, wistful reverie about the future of the Norse universe, the dragon's eyes dimmed and gradually lost all their luster.

Perhaps this is for the best—a release. It has long been tired of its current life.

However—if there is an afterlife, Fafnir had only one last thought (wish) in his heart—"Absolutely, absolutely, never let me meet this man again!!!!"

Bang~! ! !

Fafnir's neck exploded, and his head fell off.

Looking at Fafnir's dragon head, which had spilled out a large amount of blood, forming a small pool of blood, and the dragon blood still flowing continuously from its neck.

Night did not rush to untie the labyrinth's restrictions.

If we were to liberate them now, all that dragon blood would be wasted on the earth.

"Well then—it's time to enjoy the spoils."

Ye Xian used the power of the labyrinth in conjunction with his mandala array ability to transfer some of the evil dragon's blood to the tower so that Asterius could also use the dragon's blood to strengthen his body.

This is a reward for his dutiful protection of the tower where Krimshild is located.

Night then took Krimhild to his side. At this time, Asterius had already begun to undergo transformation. Night sent him back to his army to continue the transformation. Because Night's power was still there, the labyrinth did not disappear after leaving Asterius.

For a moment, only he and Krimshild remained.

While Krimshild was still somewhat dazed, they actually won.

Moreover, the scene of that awe-inspiring battle between gods and demons was still vivid in his mind.

Looking at the frail Krimhild, Night extended an invitation directly, speaking in a serious tone but with rather blunt words: "Want to take a dragon blood bath? Dragon blood will make your skin firmer and smoother."

Krimshild: "?!! Really? No... wait. I... I can... I can... together?"

Krimhildr blushed instantly: "Idiot, idiot, big idiot—!! Ah, what are you talking about, bathing with ladies and stuff like that?"

Night: "…………I don't remember saying that. You're just overthinking things. But I'm somewhat interested in your suggestion."

Krimshild: "Huh?!!"

Doesn't this just prove that she was just fantasizing and overthinking? Feeling so ashamed, Krimshild wished she could dig a hole and disappear.

The words that followed made her blush even more intensely.

But at this moment, Night no longer paid any attention to her. Instead, he stripped naked and jumped into Fafnir's pool of blood to begin the final step in completing his great dragon-slaying feat and elevating the legend!

To be honest, with his physical potential, he wouldn't even look at a steel body bathed in dragon's blood, but things are different after the legend is sublimated.

At this moment, while bathing in the blood of the evil dragon Fafnir with little effect, Ye suddenly remembered that he should have followed the Siegfried storyline by using Bagmont to kill Fafnir, but that did not mean he could not continue to consume the evil dragon's heart.

Sigurd's path involved roasting a dragon's heart instead of bathing in dragon's blood, thus gaining wisdom comparable to that of the great god Odin.

The greatest help of wisdom, which is similar to that of the god of wisdom, is that it has gained a great deal of knowledge and stronger extrasensory perception, which allows it to hear and understand the voice of all things.

It was this power that allowed Sigurd to learn from the animals' conversations who wanted to kill him, to know that the remote Temple of Flame contained a fiery realm that only a hero as powerful as himself could cross, and to marry the beautiful Valkyrie there.

Thinking of this, Night stood up from the blood pool again. On the other side, Krimhildr let out a shy scream and covered her eyes. Night ignored her and walked to Fafnir's side. Then she took out the tree sword Grim and pierced Fafnir's chest, digging out the Dragon Heart.

By this time, Fafnir's blood had almost dried up from his body. Useful elements had been absorbed, while useless impurities mixed with viscous black blood slid off his body, revealing smooth skin and strong chest and abdominal muscles. His figure, which was not bloated but rather very beautiful, shone brightly in the sunlight, as dazzling as Apollo, the god of light.

The Illusionary Demon Emperor had long been concealed by the night. The sky had cleared, and under the sunlight, his body, as pure as that of a son of God, had not a single thing to be ashamed of.

Just like Gilgamesh and Raven, even in this situation, he would only openly display his physique. As long as he remains calm enough, the only ones who should feel ashamed are those with dirty and filthy minds, after all, this is a special case.

Of course—night is not the son of God, but the enemy of God, or it can be the faith in people's hearts—God himself.

At this moment, Ye used the rune that ignites fire—directly roasting the dragon heart on the spot, and then devouring it completely.

As the greatest evil in the Nordic world, the world-ordained reward for killing him began to materialize one by one after the final steps were completed at night.

'I see…' After feeling the extra power in her body, Ye understood what was going on.

It wasn't that Fafnir's flesh and blood possessed any special power, but rather that the 'hero' who completed the great feat of slaying the dragon and killing the greatest evil queen in the Norse world received a gift from the fate of the world after performing a ritual similar to a sacrifice.

Suddenly, Night's body began to turn red, radiating high temperatures. Although Night's eyes remained clear, she quickly realized what kind of transformation was taking place. Even the world's gift was biased towards the power of dragons, which corresponded to the original power of the evil dragon Fafnir.

Everyone knows what the dragon's personality is like.

Greed also includes—

Chapter 236 Humanity, Destroyed by Its Own Hands!

This power is not a curse but a blessing, a manifestation of original sin, a manifestation of the stubbornness within the human ego... In the struggle between forcibly eliminating this effect and considering other solutions, Ye thought of asking the other party present if they were willing to help: "Krim...Hilde!"

……

...Pain. Krimshild, bathed in dragon's blood, was in excruciating pain all over her body.

But having already benefited from the light of the night and taken advantage of being bathed in Fafnir's dragon blood, what right did she have to cry out in pain?

The opportunity to become stronger that everyone else desperately craves is simply given to her. Anyone who finds out would go crazy.

Compared to the growth in strength, this pain is nothing.

Even though Krimhild was in so much pain that she bled, cried out in pain, screamed in pain, and was both crying and screaming, experiencing pain and pleasure at the same time.

But then came a brand new experience. After absorbing Fafnir's blood, her spirit and energy rapidly increased amidst the surging tide of blood.

When she finally woke up from her exhaustion and had been asleep for an unknown amount of time, she found herself lying on a cloud. The blood pool had disappeared, and her skin was smooth, fair with a hint of red, and incredibly firm, beautiful, and pink. This delighted Krimshild.

Compared to a transformation in ability, becoming more beautiful is definitely more likely to attract girls' attention.

No—she can no longer be called a girl, after all…

Well, in the end, what Krimhild initially told Night about her misunderstanding turned out to be true. Although she gained the opportunity to bathe in dragon blood, it seems she also lost something in the process. Whether she gained or lost is really hard to say.

However—the feeling of becoming stronger in the blood pool is wonderful yet painful, making it irresistible to recall. The joy of becoming stronger... it was definitely a win-win situation.

……

Afterwards, Night and Krimhild left the labyrinth and the island, and did not encounter Odin, that old man, again along the way.

Previously, Ye had not forced her, but after learning about the side effects of Ye bathing in dragon blood, Krimhild agreed to help Ye solve the problem without hesitation, in which she injured the most vulnerable parts of her body.

It's hard to say whether being drenched in dragon's blood was more painful, or whether helping Ye Shi was more painful, or perhaps it was impossible to tell at that time.

One has to marvel at just how much of a saintly being Siegfried in mythology had to be to completely suppress this desire and return to normal.

This is not a curse, but an instinct, and suppressing one's instincts is a very painful thing.

Of course—this might also be related to Ye's greedy act of bathing in dragon blood and devouring dragon heart.

Even Siegfried and Sigurd, in mythology, never attempted to enhance the results by trying both methods.

Perhaps it was unexpected, or perhaps the body couldn't withstand such an amazing transformation, so they chose to ignore the other half of their resources.

Even the bloodline of a demigod has its limits; not every generation of Siegfried can possess a body with unlimited potential like Night.

And then—

As night fell, Night briefly returned to the transit station and handed over a new task to the Black Tower.

The process of her slaying the dragon was embellished and presented as a new storyline to be spread throughout the world.

If you slay a dragon but don't let the world know, it's the same as not slaying it at all!

Both are heroes—both accomplished great feats—yet some heroes are known worldwide, their legendary status a testament to their fame, while others, despite their immense power, are virtually unknown…

Honestly—given the popularity of the Gold Pikachu from the neighboring Moon World, who would even know about it in other worlds?

Although he boasts a grandiose title, claiming to be the oldest hero-king, his actual fame would likely be far greater in most of the modern civilized world, or even in modern Europe itself—Siegfried would probably be far more famous, not to mention the household name of European legends like King Arthur.

Ironically, in most Holy Grail Wars, Gilgamesh's performance almost always overshadowed that of the Knight King, even though this was partly due to the Knight King either losing or being unable to use some of his strongest Noble Phantasms.

Since I'm in the Age of Gods, I should definitely stack more buffs on myself, so I can seize the title of the oldest hero king if I have the chance.

Even the king of a small city-state can claim to be the most ancient hero king. What does that say about the entire land of China? Even Emperor Zheng frowned when he heard that.

So—tonight, many people started dreaming again, and it was an incredibly exaggerated, shocking, and bizarre dream.

In the Hall of Flames—Brynhildr saw that hero once again—the destined dragon slayer.

Brunhilde was overjoyed when she finally embarked on her journey to defeat Fafnir, as it proved that she was getting closer and closer to the moment when her destiny of being saved would arrive.

The story's journey begins with the appearance of the Great Cloud Labyrinth.

The dream that appeared on the first day of the lunar new year was already that incredible battlefield in the sky.

'Is this the battleground between heroes and dragons?' Mortals were all amazed. A battle taking place in the sky was beyond human imagination. Was that dragon-slaying hero even human?

As human beings, we conquered the sky.

But they soon realized that they were too shocked.

That night, when he spoke with the evil dragon—in the end, he chose to fight the dragon not out of justice, but out of absolute evil. At that moment, following Fafnir's gaze, people seemed to glimpse a terrifying and oppressive figure.

But when they couldn't understand what it was, a sudden inspiration struck them—a definition suddenly became clear in their minds.

If you want to understand what absolute evil is.

First, we must understand what humanity's ultimate trial is—an evolutionary hurdle that intelligent life, as a bug in the world, must overcome, and absolute evil is one of humanity's ultimate trials.

'Humanity, brought about by its own destruction,' leading to numerous ultimate trials for humanity.