Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

But only for a moment...

He could have lost consciousness in an instant and died without pain, but instead he chose the most difficult path for himself.

Every minute and every second they live now will become a countdown to their death, a desperate wait.

Achilles slowly stepped through the shattered wooden door in front of him and went into the house.

At this moment, Ye's consciousness was completely scattered...

He tried to muster his strength to fight back, but he couldn't... he couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't!!!

My body feels so heavy. I try my best to stand up, but even moving my fingers feels incredibly difficult.

It seems that the blow just now caused me far more damage than I had imagined.

At this moment, the powerful mental strength became a hindrance.

Indeed, what Achilles said came true.

Every breath and every second at this moment is a desperate wait, a countdown to death.

Despite being perfectly conscious, she had absolutely no control over her body to save herself.

That agonizing wait for death is a pain that even many heroes find difficult to endure.

'It's over—' The thought flashed through Ye's mind.

Perhaps this is in line with what he initially thought.

After Achilles achieved his goal of obtaining the template, he was killed, ending this simulated universe.

but--

Time seemed to slow down incredibly at that moment.

Many scenes flashed through Ye's mind in an instant.

There are images of people trekking through the desert and managing to walk out of it solely through sheer willpower.

There are images of people with restricted freedom being trapped in a dark and sunless dungeon.

For a fleeting moment, I witnessed the impact of a cosmic galaxy concept, more dazzling than a supernova explosion and more magnificent than the Milky Way.

finally--

They saw the sun again in the simulated universe and witnessed the mad hell on the battlefield of Troy.

The scene of learning martial arts from Hector by the forest campfire and chatting late into the night.

There was also the excitement and exhilaration of acquiring the divine spear Hector, immersing oneself in its immense power and the allure of the pinnacle of cold weapons—the divinely crafted weapon.

Even if they didn't really want to become heroes like Hector imagined.

But when faced with suffering civilians, he couldn't help but feel compassion and fought bravely with his gun. In that instant, he felt as if he had truly become a hero.

But the courage he displayed was the courage to know that death was not the end, but merely the end of a simulated universe.

When faced with the powerful demigod Achilles, he was not truly unafraid of death; he simply chose to selectively forget about it, since he would not actually die.

He thought he could face death with equanimity.

But just like when I was struggling in the desert, a strong and familiar will to survive surged into my heart.

Even knowing I won't really die, I still don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die, I don't want to die meaninglessly here, in some deserted corner.

It wasn't until the moment she felt life slipping away that Ye understood her own heart.

This is not the real Greek world, and even if he were to sacrifice himself here, no one would remember.

The powerful calmness brought by that steely will could not stop the intense resistance to death in this moment.

This will is not a true loss of the fear of death.

Driven by the instinct for survival and a strong will to survive, Ye suddenly sensed a faint light shining from within that despairing body.

That is—?

The light grew brighter and brighter, though faint and small, it was incredibly sacred.

It is Apollo's blessing!

A light, more intense than hope, illuminated the abyss of despair. Night felt as if a warm current flowed through his limbs, and his body seemed to regain some sensation.

It was at this moment that Ye Fu truly understood the meaning of Apollo's blessing.

It symbolizes the light of Apollo, the god of light, a light that brings hope.

No matter how desperate a situation one is in, as long as one has never given up in their heart, that blessing, which is more fervent than hope, will respond to their heart's desire and bring about a 'miracle'.

A miracle is coming!

Even Apollo himself, who bestowed the blessing, did not know exactly what kind of miracle it would bring; it came entirely from the person who bestowed it.

A miracle can be called a miracle because it is unpredictable and defies common sense.

The miracle that Ye was displaying at this moment could be described in one word: 'combat endurance'.

When in a near-death state, as long as one's heart does not give up or lose hope, the body can rise up countless times and continue fighting before it is completely burned out.

then--

All of this happened in a split second, as Achilles stepped into the room.

I sensed that faint, almost extinguished life force, like a candle flickering in the cold wind on a desolate field, ready to go out at any moment.

Achilles raised his spear, ready to thrust it down.

Achilles: "It's over."

It seems there's no need for a serious second strike; let's just end this rat's life casually like this.

However, just as the cold light flashing from Achilles' spear tip was about to fall...

Ye, who had just acquired the survival instinct—combat endurance—and hadn't even had a chance to use it yet, was about to lose his life to this shot.

Night's pupils contracted—!

Bang~! ! !

A sword, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, suddenly flew towards them, deflecting the spear!

Achilles stared in shock, his eyes wide: "—What!!"

He turned around abruptly, and what came into view was a figure galloping towards him on horseback.

His muscles, strong and angular like marble, his bronze skin, and his gleaming helmet made him appear incredibly tall and valiant in the firelight of the night.

A pair of eyes, as powerful and oppressive as a dragon's golden pupils, were fixed on Achilles.

The man's sword was now only in its scabbard. He was slowly taking the shield off his back and wrapping it around his forearm while still on horseback. Then, he suddenly squeezed his legs tightly around the horse's belly.

The warhorse, in pain, suddenly accelerated and charged towards Achilles and Night.

Achilles: ...!!

Even if it was a subconscious, instinctive reaction, Achilles slightly turned his body, and just as the warhorse was about to trample the still-lying corpse of Ye, the man suddenly reined in his horse, and using the force of this, swung the shield on his forearm at Achilles with a dull thud. Bang!

Achilles was actually knocked away, and then the man scooped up the night with one hand and placed it on the back of his horse.

Only then did Ye, moved, call out the man's real name: "Hector?!?"

Chapter Thirty-One: Absolute Penetration – This is the strongest throwing technique in ancient Greece!

"How did you end up here...!" Night's mouth dropped open in shock.

The visitor was Hector.

Indeed, on this battlefield, Hector was the only hero who could save people from Achilles.

"Of course I'm here to save you."

"You dare to face a demigod alone... I feel your courage, Night." Hector did not question Night about why he acted alone, or even about how he had used Night's name to lure Achilles away.

There was no anger on his face, only a faint, calm smile, as he returned Yi Ye's admiring glance.

What's there to admire... his courage?

Night seemed to have a thousand words stuck in his throat. If Hector appeared here, wouldn't his plan have completely failed?

Ye closed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

but--

Although that's how it is, he felt relieved and incredibly at ease.

Better to die than live.

On the night when, at the final moment between life and death, I realized this, yet I no longer wanted to die.

He finally understood what he truly wanted—to live, to live freely, a life that even Zeus, the king of the gods, could not take away.

to this end,

I'll kill even a demigod like you.

Upon Hector's appearance, his initial excitement was forcibly tempered and he calmed down at the last moment.

The powerful mental buff allowed him to immediately refocus his attention on the battle.

They didn't ask Hector why he didn't leave alone with his men, even though it was agreed that if he got into trouble with Achilles, he wouldn't need to be rescued.

Hector had already been persuaded.

But here I am now. Night should thank Hector for breaking his promise and showing up here!

Just fighting alongside this man fills me with a profound sense of security.

Hector: "Can you still fight?"

Night: "Of course..."

Hector: "Give me back the gun first, you can use this!"

With that, Hector pulled the sword from the ground, gripped the hilt with one hand, and tossed it to Night.

Night caught the sword with perfect timing, and at the same time threw the divine spear in his hand.

The two caught the weapon almost simultaneously.