Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

First and foremost, one must possess formidable and awe-inspiring strength; admiring strength is a woman's nature.

Secondly, there is the case of Sigurd, a hero who was originally destined to be saved. He should have gained endless wisdom and known how tragic and unfortunate the outcome would be if he went to the Temple of Flames to save himself, yet he still resolutely chose to save himself.

The complex emotions of a numb soul that has long been filled with self-pity, self-abandonment, and loneliness, suddenly seeing the hope of life, are not simply feelings of being moved or loving; they also include a crucial sense of redemption!

Only then can the noble Valkyrie remain steadfast in her devotion, becoming a white moonlight figure that she can never forget.

And the night that has arrived here at this moment has undoubtedly perfectly fulfilled these two prerequisites.

Perhaps because he had recently resonated with Krymhild—not only physically, but also during the second evolution of the Abyss Eye—even though Ye witnessed the Valkyrie Brunhild's beauty and smoothness, he remained remarkably calm.

Facing Brunhilde's completely exposed body, whether one said his gaze was clear or his desires were as turbulent as the calm shores of Lake Rhine, those ruby-like eyes were so beautiful that Brunhilde did not feel uncomfortable being stared at.

And so—the third thing that attracted Brunhilde came into being.

Rather, Brunhilde was immediately drawn to those beautiful eyes at first glance.

So beautiful! That was her honest thought.

In such a situation, where one is initially embarrassed and then has to be honest with a hero, one will more or less feel uncomfortable and uneasy.

Not being treated like a wolf gradually calmed her heart, and that's when Brunhilde discovered a pair of 'beautiful' eyes.

When you are appreciating a treasure or a work of art, you may also be seen as the most beautiful work of art in the world by others, and the scenery you see is also appreciating you.

That heroic figure, galloping across the sky, riding a white dragon without wavering...

The beautiful soul of the Valkyrie, whose body any warrior would inevitably be tempted and coveted, felt no evil thoughts whatsoever.

Brunhilde's intuition clearly sensed that the man before her possessed a pure soul, devoid of any natural allure.

The allure of the Valkyrie's body to humans is reflected in countless mythological stories of women being taken advantage of by mortals after getting into trouble while bathing in the mortal realm.

That was the kind of crazy allure that made mortals willing to risk offending the Valkyrie and incurring divine punishment.

But for the night, as Adonis of Greece, as the embodiment of bewitching beauty—the ultimate bewitching charm that even the goddess of beauty cannot resist—has the least impact on the night.

Those things that are dazzling in themselves and have their own unique charm are truly attractive to the night, even without using enchanting magic or other powers.

The allure of Brunhilde's last remaining divine blessing as a Valkyrie was not as strong as her own attraction to the night. Naturally, she wouldn't be as eager as those mortals in mythology to play games or cards because of a mere 'weak charm'.

Of course—even if one's desires were initially relatively calm, after staring at this beautiful scenery for a long time, it's like a flame gradually burning brighter; it's impossible to say that desires won't arise at all.

Brunhilde clearly knew this too, knew how alluring she was to the opposite sex in her current state, and didn't know how long Ye could maintain his rationality—finally…forgetting to continue being shy, and barely managing to stay conscious so as not to faint from embarrassment, she asked, "You—you are the one who awakened me from my long slumber…who defeated the incarnation of the great god and brought me to this cursed land. My destined husband?" A blush rose on her slender, swan-like neck and ears, and Brunhilde asked Ye with a trembling voice and a clear expectation.

I accidentally blurted out what was on my mind.

Although she knew how fate would unfold, her destiny had already been repeatedly shattered by this dragon-slaying hero.

She shamelessly called out "husband," but after doing so, she even felt a sense of excitement, longing, and anticipation.

Brunhilde was better than Krimhilde in this respect, being more straightforward in her loyalty to her own thoughts.

Or perhaps—having been trapped in this demonic realm for so long, Brunhilde's thirst for hope and redemption was simply too intense.

It was so intense that she desperately longed for someone to one day break through the Hall of Flames and reach her, to rescue her from her constraints and her bound emotions, and for that—to fall in love! And then to gain true happiness and freedom! She had already fantasized about this scene countless times.

But when that day actually arrived, it was like a dream, so unbelievable. In a daze, the freedom and happiness that had once been out of reach seemed to be right before our eyes.

How can I calm down this feeling that makes my heart race and fills me with joy?

Not to mention—after learning (or speculating) about the cruel and cold-blooded crimes Odin committed in order to cope with Ragnarok, the final trial for mankind, and the final trial for the gods.

Deeply in love with humanity, her past reverence for the gods, her confusion, pain, and doubt about betraying Odin, all took root and sprouted, turning into a gnashing hatred after learning the truth.

When Brunhilde witnessed Night and Krimhildr brutally defeat Odin's avatar, the sheer joy and satisfaction were overwhelming—even causing Brunhildr to mist over, her heart, long dormant, to feel alive again.

Just like in a fairy tale, they defeated the great god—the knight, prince, or hero who freed them from the curse! How could one not feel admiration for such a person?

"Is it predestined? I like that term—every choice I make undoubtedly shapes my own future, without a doubt—my destiny has always been decided by myself, my existence and my choices are things that were already predestined!"

That's right—existence itself is truth, existence itself is destiny!

Ye wore a faint smile, and his words were filled with an undeniable, powerful, and confident resolve, radiating an astonishing masculine charm. What might have seemed slightly arrogant became perfectly appropriate under the weight of his remarkable aura and the powerful force he exuded with composure.

The path he walks is the future! It is the Damocles hanging over everyone's heads, the destiny of all things! It is the absolutely sacred worldline!

The next moment, Ye slowly reached out and lifted Brunhilde's head from under her chin, making eye contact with her again.

Chapter 256 Hotter than the sun itself, the entire universe is only enough for one person to wreak havoc!

When you see her flustered, shy, and beautiful eyes, those clear and captivating eyes like those of a lakeside, those seemingly expressive eyes and her burning cheeks—Brynhildr's heart, pounding like a deer, is laid bare.

She was shy because of this closeness, but she was neither disgusted nor rebellious.

"Raise your head, I know you—Brunhild, the goddess who suffered injustice for humanity and was imprisoned in this fiery palace by the great god Odin. You may stand tall before me with your chest puffed out and tell me, what are you confused about? Beautiful Valkyrie!" He saw through the shadowy night deep within Brunhild's heart at a glance, the root of her seemingly wanting to get closer yet also subtly resisting.

Night made this point clear from the start.

Well—when he said he puffed out his chest, it certainly wasn't to admire those snow-white peaks and cherry-red fruits.

He was referring to something else that Brunhilde still harbored in her heart, something she was still hesitant and confused about until now.

Brunhilde's heart skipped a beat. Had she been discovered? Was it her confusion?

In that gentle, sun-like inquiry, Brunhilde once again recalled the original prophecy she had known.

Brunhilde, a mythical figure born and killed for love, is the epitome of love-obsessed Norse goddesses.

Her personality is such that she can stand in her partner's shoes and feel sorrow and think from their perspective.

—That prophecy that would bring 'misfortune' to the hero. Could she really, for her own selfish reasons, bring about the tragic fate of the hero—her future beloved?

“Meeting me will bring you misfortune—if you also knew the fate that was bound to befall us,” Brunhilde said with such worry.

When women become emotional, they lose even the most basic logical thinking.

Putting everything else aside, if, in the context of the final trial of humanity, Ye were to be so easily defeated by fate as Siegfried in the original mythology, he would not deserve the name of the final trial. He would be a disgrace to the name of absolute evil and the Demon King series.

Having borne the identity of humanity's ultimate trial, how could he possibly be so easily defeated and killed now?

"To meet you, to fall in love with you—this was the prophecy of the great god. If fate ends here, it is Brunhilde's honor! I am so happy to have someone like you— um~!" Brunhilde, blushing with embarrassment, looked away halfway through her sentence, unable to meet Ye's eyes.

Yes, she was more than willing.

“But—in the end of the prophecy, I will bring disaster upon you, even—death. So, I always thought that you, who swallowed the heart of the evil dragon and gained endless wisdom, would not choose to embark on this path.” As she spoke, Brunhilde’s expression was somewhat lonely, sad, and moved.

Even though it was only one-sided, she had long admired Ye and had no complaints about him whatsoever. All she felt was a deep-seated inferiority complex, a feeling that she was unworthy and an unfortunate woman.

“You will—burn yourself out in the flames,” Brunhilde said, making no mention of the prophecy that she too would be like a moth drawn to a flame, willingly facing the scorching heat alongside it, just like the Flame Palace that had sealed her away for so many years.

Compared to the pain of losing love and the light that redeemed her, it was nothing more than being scorched all over by flames. Hadn't she already become accustomed to this pain due to her deep connection with fire?

however--

The next moment, Brunhilde suddenly heard Night speak: "Is there any flame in this world hotter than the sun itself?"

The answer is, of course, without a doubt.

And he is the embodiment of the sun.

He was the 'Sun King,' and also the strongest hero of a certain era in the Greek land blessed by the sun god, the god of light, and the moon goddess.

All the rays associated with the sun's radiance are signposts illuminating his path forward, and will never harm him in the slightest.

That night, all the blessings upon him appeared simultaneously, specially displayed before Brunhilde.

In that instant—Brynhildr seemed to see a small sun descend upon her.

Even worse—she heard those words.

“Even the will of the great god Odin has been defeated by me. The prophecies of a mere god of wisdom—are insignificant! My (humanity's) future, my (humanity's) destiny, has always been in my (humanity's) own hands! I will use my power to forge a future that belongs to humanity! This planet beneath our feet has a history of 45 billion years, the solar system has a history of 46 billion years, the Milky Way has a history of 100 billion years, and the universe has a history of 146 billion years. And in this vast and boundless spacetime, compared with the fate of this enormous world, the fate of you and me—individuals—is far too insignificant…”

The next moment, as he spoke, Ye looked up at the open-air temple sky, as if he could see through the atmosphere to the depths of the universe, more distant than the stars, the profound Milky Way.

"A gaze confined to this narrow world, to a single universe, to human history and mythology, will never transcend this realm. This small world, barely enough for me (one final trial) to wreak havoc, is enough to keep everything in this world running for its life—!!"

A terrifying sense of oppression suddenly rose from Ye's body, and an incomparably domineering halo of will suddenly materialized. He grinned, revealing fangs like those of a top predator.

That was the manifestation of a domineering spirit!

At this moment, the night is no longer a tiny individual, but a declaration, a assertion to the heavens and earth, of absolute evil: "From this moment forward, and into the distant future, I will shatter everything that comes into view. This includes all life, cities, civilizations, societies, prosperity, order, crime, social evil, and the spreading justice and ugliness. Like a storm, like a tsunami, like a thunderstorm, I will indiscriminately bare my fangs upon everything in the world. However, I am not a 'natural disaster.' The destruction that only a natural disaster can accomplish is done by a human being, a consciousness, a living being, on impulse. —That can no longer be called a natural disaster."

'Then—what is that?'

As she held her breath, Brunhilde listened intently, her mind racing with questions, which were quickly answered.

"—That is a colossal evil that will surely destroy the world and the universe."

As Ye spoke, the madness in his eyes and the tangible pressure of his will were no longer held back! They suddenly spread out in all directions, and a huge cylindrical void suddenly opened up in the clouds above the entire Flame Palace.

That's enough to terrify the souls of the cowards; a single glance can strangle the powerful will to live of those weak lives on a spiritual level!

Chapter 257 A Beauty Trap? No, I think I've fallen in love with Black Justice at first sight.

After the Eighth Sense, in terms of transcendence of spirit, soul, and consciousness, the power of night should not be too great, so great that this strong and powerful body cannot fully bear it.

It's like putting a huge thing into a small container, but the existence of the microcosm prevents the container from collapsing, perfectly stabilizing the person's posture.

The Eighth Sense—the realm closest to the will of the gods—is so powerful that it can easily shatter the stars.

"Therefore, my entire being, my very essence of 'evil,' is precisely the final peak reached by all heroes and great men…!"

Brunhilde stared in awe at the incredibly confident and powerful man before her. At that moment, her gaze was fixed on him, unable to look away.

Unlike her humble self, Brunhilde possessed unparalleled confidence, a disdain and mockery of fate, and an absolute awareness of her own power. Every aspect of this deeply influenced Brunhilde—like a deadly poison exuding the alluring fragrance of decaying fruit, irresistible to all!

Uncontrollable, irresistible, as if possessed by a deep magic, it struck Brunhilde, who was most lacking in the spirit of fighting against fate, with an incurable frenzy that pierced her heart! Her breathing became rapid, and even the gaze she gave to Ye changed from initial affection and shyness to a burning and yearning look that she herself could not understand.

That man who recklessly painted his will onto the 'blank' canvas called the world.

His seemingly self-centered words are actually his most authentic self-statement, because he really is... very strong! And because he is not objective about the natural disasters of this universe, which are necessarily evil.

He is a true symbol of destruction; he is an entity that, wherever he appears, will inevitably bring devastation, such as world wars, wars between gods, or the dropping of a colony satellite into Sydney, among other terrible phenomena.

Even if he does nothing, his appearance will unconsciously influence the entire world, triggering evil thoughts in the hearts of mankind. The evil thoughts that trigger evil thoughts in mankind will inevitably destroy the concept of mankind until the final trial begins!

Of course—in fact, the memes that trigger evil thoughts in humans are very diverse, and with some restraint at night, they will not have a significant impact on the human world.

First, it is important to understand that it is human evil that gave rise to the cause of human destruction, not the other way around, that human evil arose first because the cause of human destruction came into being.

Or to put it another way—humanity is constantly on the path of self-destruction, on the path that will lead to humanity's ultimate trial. At most, it is just that it releases its own power to accelerate this process and speed up the upheaval.

"...Everything in this world stands in opposition to me, and justice resides on my corpse—! Because I am absolute evil; therefore, you are guided by justice. If the fate imposed upon us can truly lead to my being punished, that would be a wonderful thing."

As Ye spoke, a slight smile crept onto her lips, and she genuinely believed it to be true.

The more intently and desperately an opponent tries to kill him, the stronger the concept he symbolizes becomes, which is a good thing for him.