Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Achilles: "!!! Fly once more! My feet!!"

Recalling that day when that shot conquered the sky and opened the path of meteors, although it couldn't defeat Griffith's disguised demon king, if that shot were to be fired here again, it would absolutely, absolutely—kill you!

Chiron of the Lostbelt!!

That was a skill that even my mentor had never witnessed!

But in this highly charged state, Apollo the Sheep suddenly spoke up, interrupting their burning fighting spirit: "Wait, Achilles, don't rush to burn your spirit origin, or you'll die here." Achilles: "Whatever—! I'm already in a situation where I'm going to die anyway."

Apollo: "No, no, no, what are you talking about dying for? As long as you stop courting death, we can't even die now if we wanted to! Ahh, I'm getting excited! That familiar scent!" Paris: "???! Lord Apollo, what are you saying?! Stop messing around! The fighting spirit we finally mustered is about to dissipate!"

Achilles: "What do you mean?"

Apollo the sheep suddenly blushed, as if he no longer loved even his beloved Paris. Suddenly, he extended his hidden little foot from the cotton ball and kicked Paris on the head, then accelerated and flew into the sky.

Apollo: "Oh, oh, oh, absolutely! There is the aura of my blessing! My most beloved hero, the son of whom I, Apollo, the god of light and art, first favored, should rightfully belong to my kin! Ah—the East!! Light comes from the East! The sun has risen!!!"

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Chapter Twenty-One: What a reliable and reassuring man! As long as he doesn't try to steal my brother!

Nantong Apollo seemed to have discovered the most precious and rarest treasure in the world—!!

Like a radar for handsome men, even when Apollo is transformed into the sheep of Paris, his instinct to explore handsome men remains at its maximum!

"Ugh!! How disgusting!! Lord Apollo!!"

Paris—seeing Apollo's appearance, could pretty much guess that he was sending out horse-headed insects.

The sun? The blessing of the God of Light? And the undisputed strength to turn the tide of the battle here, plus a rare and handsome man who is even more beautiful than him.

Paris and Achilles exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of joy in each other's eyes.

Paris: "Hey, Achilles—the only Heroic Spirit who could turn Lord Apollo into that state must be him!"

Among the Greek Heroic Spirits, there are many handsome and strong ones, but there are not many who are both handsome and strong and also related to Apollo.

Although it was only Apollo who kept giving money to the Son of Man during his lifetime, he still couldn't find him.

It's said that Lady Artemis was the hero who intercepted the hero halfway through, but if it were Achilles, he would definitely not have chosen that damned Nantong!

Achilles: "That's it—it can only be him! My dearest friend, the strongest hero of Greece!!"

Lostbelt Chiron: "!!!"

"Hey, are you kidding me? The title of 'strongest'—" The Lostbelt Chiron turned pale.

This is not good news!

Could it be Hercules?! Has he been resurrected?!

Charon of Pan-Human History never met Griffith during his lifetime. Although Griffith's reputation was in no way inferior to Hercules', among all the heroes taught by Charon of Pan-Human History, there was no doubt that Hercules was the strongest disciple!

Even with the memories and experience of teaching Hercules and knowing Hercules' martial arts skills, Chiron in Lostbelt was still not confident that he could defeat that monster, which was purely a monster with high stats!

Lostbelt Chiron: "Could it be Heracles?!"

Apollo: "No, you idiot—!! I only like handsome men! Hercules used to be quite handsome... but after completing the Twelve Trials, his physique has become increasingly unattractive!" Apollo likes beautiful young men. Hercules' muscles are indeed full of masculine beauty, but Apollo prefers beautiful young men!! (Important point!)

That's why he wanted Paris's spirit origin to manifest as a short, boyish form, rather than a handsome young man.

"Open your eyes and look, Chiron—that ultimate beauty is the aesthetic of us Greek gods!!" Apollo proclaimed with immense pride.

The assembled heroic spirits below only felt that it was monstrous:......!!!

This disgusting god makes no attempt to hide his perverted fantasies.

At that moment, everyone subconsciously looked towards the eastern horizon, where the vast ocean stretched out to the east of the island!

From the sea level, something seemed to be shining.

The next moment, the light pushed through the sea at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive.

It was like an accelerated synchronization that had surpassed the limits, a supreme state of perfect clarity and stillness, so fast that the light suddenly disappeared midway.

But then, rumble rumble rumble~!!!

The surrounding sea topography was still changing due to the aftershocks of that thing passing by.

The sound grew louder and louder as it approached from afar, its power so great that even Chiron of the Lostbelt believed it—that the sea god Poseidon had descended!

Chiron's hand trembled as he drew his bow, his eyes wide as he stared intently at the other side: "..................!"

Are you kidding me? Besides Heracles, are there any other heroic spirits in Greece this powerful? This kind of presence is already terrifying even before it's reached its peak. Could it be that the disappearances of Odysseus and Artemis are...?

...

Because of—this guy!?

Then, a spectacular scene unfolded.

After the sea parted completely to both sides, the land was revealed!

Like a well-organized welcoming party, they were all offering gifts to celebrate the arrival of the sea god!

Well, in a way, Poseidon was originally the Greek goddess Set, so it's reasonable that the Greek goddess who was named Set by Athena was also a sea god, right?!

Suddenly, the sound of strings rang out.

The unfamiliar music brought the spirits present back to their senses, but a chill ran down their spines.

Music? Where did the sound of musical instruments come from? Neither the enemy nor our side has any Heroic Spirits using musical instruments.

This third party, who shouldn't be on the battlefield, had gotten so close that the sound of the strings seemed to be right next to their ears, before they realized... If it were an enemy, wouldn't it have been easy to cut off their heads just now?

The thought of this sent chills down the spines of the heroic spirits, especially Chiron from the Lostbelt...

Their sudden appearance at this time most likely means they are the enemies who came to support the Pan-Human History Heroic Spirits!

???: "You're tense and sweating, relax—centaur, listening to music is a wonderful thing. I won't attack you until my music ends."

A faint voice suddenly rang out.

It's rare for him to return to this ancient world filled with Greek influences. Flying here has given him a feeling of returning to the Greek era. He feels like he's back to when he was still very weak, when he was playing music everywhere to relax and make a name for himself.

Back then, he would play a tune every morning.

The melodious and beautiful tune, filled with peace and freedom, can soothe the anger in everyone's heart.

Chiron, hearing the sound, looked over and saw a quiet, handsome man.

When he saw the silver-haired man, as beautiful as a daffodil, playing a small harp with his eyes closed and immersed in the world of music, he thought for a moment that he had met the god Apollo.

Although Apollo was a pervert, in the minds of the Greeks, he was a universally acknowledged handsome man. His appearance, temperament, and physique were all impeccable. Coupled with his outstanding musical talent, countless goddesses and even men, even knowing that Apollo was a pervert, still fell in love with him.

The man before her was even more outstanding than Apollo! It was as if Apollo was a counterfeit, and the one before her was the original.

Achilles and Paris excitedly shouted his name in unison: "Griffith!!"

It really is him! A reunion after hundreds of years!

Seeing this man in such a critical moment, even Paris, who had always been extremely jealous of Griffith because his brother Hector always paid attention to him, felt no objection to him at this moment, and even felt an indescribable sense of peace.

Because of this emergency rescue, he decided that as long as the other side didn't try to take his elder brother away from him, everything would be fine!

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Chapter Twenty-Two: This music is with your lives!

Paris only cared about his brother, even if Helen was taken away while she was still alive. He didn't care. It was because he was the goddess of beauty that he acted foolishly and kidnapped Helen.

No woman is more important than a brother!

He was like this in life, and after death he cared even less about women, but he absolutely could not share his brother with anyone!

Suddenly—Paris became somewhat conflicted.

He had been hoping that his brother Hector might be among the heroic spirits that had descended this time.

But upon seeing the hero Griffith, he suddenly felt a little reluctant to have his older brother there as well.

Having experienced all that happened before his death, his elder brother still feels guilty towards Lord Griffith.

What will happen if he sees Lord Griffith...?

Suddenly, Paris looked to the side, his excitement like that of the most loyal dog. In an instant, all the heroic fighting spirit he had shown in his previous solitary struggle vanished, replaced by a look of Achilles ready to welcome his most loyal master, ready to offer his heart at any moment and completely abandon his ability to think.

Ah! How hopeless! It's as if I can see my future older brother also becoming this pathetic figure, losing all self-control and turning into a lackey.

It is normal for a hero to attach himself to a stronger hero, faithfully carry out his orders, and obey his commands.

But if it were the Trojan War before Griffith appeared, the strongest heroes would have been undoubtedly Achilles and Hector. Now, their attitude of resigning themselves to the role of logistics support and assisting the enemy, as if their own father had arrived, is really shattering the Paris filter.

These heroes, so proud and arrogant, could never have imagined that they would see such a scene before.

Achilles' face seemed to have been replaced by that of his brother Hector in his eyes...

Paris covered her face... She couldn't bear to look!

At this moment, Achilles' body visibly relaxed, becoming completely obedient to the words of the night.

Since Griffiths asked them to listen to the music quietly, then they should listen quietly.

Before this exquisite music fades away, anyone who breaks this beautiful moment is unforgivable. Griffith's music, if played during their lifetimes, would likely have made even their enemies pause and listen quietly, savoring this rare moment.

There should be no unnecessary killing or deceit in the world of music.

If you don't even have the magnanimity and courage to listen quietly, your fellow heroes of the same era will laugh at you!

however--

but--

While Apollo and Achilles were immersed in the music, which seemed even more exquisite than they remembered (their artistic talents had grown stronger after traveling through multiple worlds, including Norse mythology), Paris was tense and unable to get into the mood, and Chiron from the Lostbelt was completely unable to immerse himself in the beauty of the music.

This is also why Night did not use any special power; she was simply playing a piece without any magic. For Chiron in the Lostbelt, who felt that her situation was extremely precarious, this was a different story.

I had no interest in listening to music at all; the beautiful melody felt like the drumbeats of death rapidly approaching, drawing ever closer!

Chiron of the Lostbelt has decided to take action!

Without the slightest hesitation, he unleashed a full-force attack right from the start!

Whoosh! The bowstring snapped open, and the arrow, launched like a dragon or a meteor, exploded with a deafening roar, shattering the air and interrupting the beautiful song.