Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

“Levisestfortuna:idcitoreposcitquoddedit. Fate is fickle. What is given is immediately taken back.”

"Nonsolumfortunaipsaestcaecasedetiameoscaecosfacitquossemperadjuvat Fate is not only blind to itself, but often blinds those who are helped."

"Miscestultitiamconsiliisbrevemdulceestdesipereinloco In the midst of contemplation, one should be somewhat confused with naiveté. Occasionally losing one's rationality can also yield some benefits."

"Edebibeludepostmortemnullavoluptas eat, drink, play, but there is no pleasure to speak of after death."

“VivememormortisActaestfabula In the moment of life and death, witness the unknown end.”

Leaked—Eternal Return!!

The next moment, time began to flow again.

The universe began to flow backward, as if a TV series that was halfway through was being rapidly reversed under a remote control.

soon--

Accardo was forcibly pulled back from the brink of death, from the moment when all his eyes were about to close, a testament to his 'death,' and finally—

The sunlight was still the same.

However, just a moment ago it was the dawn that was about to end, but now it is the evening when the sun is setting and we are kneeling.

The 'Earl' opened his eyes and stared at the unchanged 'sunlight' before him, lost in awe and disbelief at the beauty of nature.

I have a feeling that something is wrong or missing.

I could feel my current situation, and the wooden planks that bound my hands and feet and locked my head.

So that's how it is—today is the day he's about to be beheaded.

However—the sadness that should have been there seemed to have completely disappeared, replaced by a sense of ease, as if one had been reborn.

It came suddenly, a feeling of having done something in the past. Is this a memory?

They uttered the same lines, having been here before, experienced the same feelings, and felt the same thoughts, saying the same things over and over again. It was as if they already knew everything about their destiny.

It was a shimmering, silvery light that was eroding the thoughts of everything in the world. Recalling the present, feelings of gratitude and appreciation vanished. This phenomenon could be called—

"Déjà vu... How about calling this feeling 'déjà vu'?" A mysterious and grand voice, like that of a god in a fantasy, faintly echoed in my mind.

Suddenly—Alucard remembered everything!

That hellish city, London, the City of Death—and that final, satisfying battle!

The world was turned upside down by one person's will; and also because of one person's will, the 'Earl,' who should have had his timeline reset and couldn't possibly have memories of the future, suddenly understood everything. What immense power!

Acquaintance, his breathing quickening with excitement, finally condensed all his words into just two: "Lord...ah—!!"

Why?

"I will grant you the right to choose your life again..." God's voice, though calm, seemed to carry a gentle tenderness in Accardo's ears. —As if it had been repeated countless times, but no matter how many tens of thousands, hundreds of millions, or trillions of times...

There was no hope left; the tragedy of the "Count" would occur in any world, but now it seemed a turning point had arrived. A surge of intense emotion welled up within Accardo.

"No regrets in my life!" Those four words echoed once more. Did he now have the chance to fulfill this noble dedication?

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Chapter 103 A world even the Lord despises? Just how filthy must it be?

So this time—the count did not choose to bow his head and lick the blood on the ground again. Instead, with a satisfied and grateful smile on his face, he slowly raised his head and spoke to the executioner, who was completely unaware of the miracle that had occurred in this timeline.

"Executioner—what are you waiting for?! Cut off my head!"

Pfft—~!!!

The executioner wouldn't care what madness the 'Earl' had at this moment; even if he was truly fearless, he was still destined to die.

As for whether killing a devout Catholic would incur divine punishment.

If God wanted to unleash divine punishment, He would have done so long ago.

If God truly cared about this count, why didn't He save him sooner?

On the other side, with his current strength, Ye unleashed his full power—having completely mastered the universe, and for the first time, he used the concept of reincarnation, shattering the ending he had denied.

However, such a cycle is still imperfect, merely a first attempt at a rudimentary law.

It's a ghost.

The first thought I felt was one of "seeing through".

Enough, given up, utterly bored! Endless repetition, refusing any ending other than one's own desires, rejecting any other kind of conclusion.

Essentially, it emphasizes the return—that is, the law of resetting in the cycle of reincarnation.

Like a farce, it endlessly tries and defines, just as human will is difficult to understand. It possesses an ambiguity that cannot be tinged with a single color.

It is neither as black as the evil of the past, nor as white as the sorrowful heaven that cannot tolerate any purity, nor is it a world of clear-cut good and evil, black and white, where it is either right or wrong.

This God is proof that he is both human and divine.

The divinity embodied in this law is as unfathomable as the chaos within humanity.

If I had to put it into words, it would be a powerful self imbued with respect and compassion! It most closely reflects the night's insistence on the 'human self'.

So—the Lord of the Throne, who would normally not care about or meddle in other people's business, started to get involved.

God doesn't care about tragedies, not even those involving his own believers; he doesn't care whether they live or die. But this time, God unexpectedly showed humanity.

That night, a count who should have been dead awoke once again in front of him as 'Alucard'.

He did not rise from the dead, but like every soul killed by God and engraved beneath His throne, he was subject to God's control, and even after death, he had to fight for God.

However, the immortal king was not displeased at all; in fact, he was quite pleased that his 'past' had been altered.

Even though he can still use vampire powers, even though the altered history has nothing to do with him anymore, and Dracula will only be a legend in the future, and that world can no longer produce vampires.

But one

That alone is enough, because of the change in identity, because he died as a human being, as the monarch of Romania.

Just like that man! Vlad III! That's good, that's just too...good!

When Accardo looked around and saw that he wasn't the only one there—in fact, there were quite a few familiar faces gathered below him—he became even more excited.

Father Anderson, the Major, and even—Vlad, and the other spirits.

At this moment, the Lord in Heaven spoke again: "Very good, this world is now completely under my control, so—"

Suddenly, a snap of fingers rang out.

The next moment, not far from Hellsong, another universe was suddenly locked.

"It's time for the next target—a filthy, filthy world that even the Demon King can't stand. Even I, burdened with absolute evil, can now transform into the Sorrowful Heaven to cleanse everything!" God's words immediately captivated the minds of the crowd below, who were still immersed in the previous battle in London and whose emotions had not yet subsided.

Even a god like this—a world to be despised?!

Their undisguised emotions could be embraced even by Hellsong and hellish London—allowing them to indulge in becoming demons.

The demon king, who possesses the grand oracle of bearing the name of absolute evil and even allowing villains to bear the name of justice on the glorious path of punishing him, all want to don the cloak of the Silver God.

I'd rather die under a different guise than touch the world I've preserved.

How evil must such a world be for even a God with such compassion and mercy to despise it?

Let alone the 'evil spirits', even the saints and saints were stunned. They had no doubt about the truth of what Guo Ye said. No matter how they imagined how despicable the world must be to deserve such 'attention' from the gods.

That's right—it's disgust, isn't it?! It's complete disgust.

A world that even God doesn't want to save, is too lazy to save, and only wants to blow up.

This Lord is not the irresponsible Lord from the fairy tale world; constantly bringing up the Book of Revelation is not the Lord's style.

Joan of Arc, Martha, and others:..............................

"How many evil things have you done, 'world'?" They noticed that Night was not referring to certain aspects of the world that displeased him, but rather directly targeting the entire world.

In other words, the flower of evil has fully bloomed in that world; there is no place that is not repulsive, and no place that makes one not want to destroy it.

The fat major couldn't help but laugh out loud with excitement: "Oh...so we can see rivers of blood again? That's great news."

Gentlemen, I admire men who love war!

What mortals see as hell is probably the place he most wants to be! And to be able to wage war against an entire world is far more exciting than the petty squabbles in London.

Even the area where the last great force's predecessor—the Third Reich—was active was not enough to cover the entire planet, let alone the world.

So—is that universe powerful?!

While I eagerly anticipate the war, it would be disheartening if the enemy were too powerful, leaving us only able to be beaten. It's not that I'm worried about the gods failing, but rather that with their strength, they wouldn't even have a chance to participate. Knowing that a massive war is about to unfold, yet being unable to join it...

It's like a gourmand smelling a delicious aroma but only being able to look on helplessly! That kind of thing is too cruel.

As if seeing through the major's heart, Ye added, "Although it is a world that is filthy to the core, there are still many pure hearts that are worth redeeming. But there is no need to worry. The military strength of that world is as insignificant as an ant. Even the weakest among you here could wipe out this world by yourself if given enough time."

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The spirits of those saints and holy women immediately became solemn.

So—it's not complete destruction; there's still some rescue work to be done?! But since even the gods said that the weakest among them could single-handedly clean up that world, hmm... it seems there really isn't much to worry about.

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Chapter 104 The situation spirals out of control; the conservative saint feels the radical villains aren't radical enough.

In the multiverse, soaring divine radiance forms a bridge, forcibly capturing a world on the verge of entering the Hell Song universe.

The world is less mysterious than Hellsong. Theoretically, the lower the mystery of a world, the less likely it is to experience disease or crisis. In most worlds with human civilization, as long as humanity doesn't do anything reckless, there won't be any major problems.

......

But the Earth in this world is already in a dilapidated state, making one wonder just how much humanity could have torn it to such a state.

When the bridge was grafted that night, perhaps because the universe was closer this time, or perhaps because the night had become stronger and had completely mastered the Hellsong universe, it briefly used this place as a transit station, replacing it with a seat. It was naturally easier for the flow from the seat to the surrounding areas, which allowed the Golden Demon City to continue unfolding, so that the heroic spirits, the saints, and the undead could all clearly see that grand and spectacular scene.

The universe was opened up—! A macroscopic scene they could never have seen in their entire lives, they now seemed to see the same perspective overlooking the multiverse under the influence of God.

Spectacular—magnificent—! Mysterious and powerful, terrifying and majestic!

That one move alone is enough to prevent anyone from having any other thoughts.

This being is a 'god' that far surpasses the understanding of living beings!