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Type-Moon: Simulation Starts from Greece

Legend has it, he is the hero Griffith, who, with a single recitation of his Noble Phantasm, made all the Greek heroes chant poems of chuunibyou style during their ultimate moves. Legend has it that he is a hero created from a lie, a descendant of the heroes aboard the Argo, and the descendant of Kratos, the dragon slayer hero. Legend has it he is the hero who peeled off the armour of the gods from the flesh and blood of his body, making even the sun god impressed with his dedication. Some say that the goddess of beauty, the goddess of wisdom, the goddess of discord, and even the pure goddess of the moon and the queen of the underworld were all madly in love with him and fought fiercely over him. He is the Adonis of spring, adorning the pure hearts of goddesses with floral crowns, a rainbow-coloured figure in the eyes of countless unrequited lovers, both human and divine. Apollo wept daily in white learning, saying: "It was me first." Poseidon looked at Athena's kiss with jealous envy, splitting apart with rage: "How am I supposed to feel seeing the ones I once desired and those I now desire together?" The three Celtic goddesses, unable to obtain him, sought to destroy him. The earth mother goddess Nephthys personally crowned him as the hero of the storm, giving him the name of Set, the god of destruction in the desert, viewing him as her eternal lover. And it all starts with a war, with the hero chanting: "The awe of the king is displayed at this moment. Witness the power that shakes the heavens and the earth!" ___________________ This is a Translation.. So, you can credit the original 'Author: Merlin You Have No Feelings' ...he has written a good fanfic. I'm merely translating ... if the original author wants me to remove their work, just leave a comment below msg me at.. https://www.scribblehub.com/profile/114611/abhii28/ ______ I've used chatgpt for translation with some adjustments so, only read if you can handle the words. The updates will be fast as I've got about 100 chapters in stock. (Ancient Greece–Rome–Greece..) The Story starts in Rome and then simulates to the Ancient Greece(Trojan War)...

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As Long As You Don't Give Up Hope, Hope Will Respond to You!

As Night's heart sank into despair, only by confronting this demigod head-on could he comprehend the true might of this hero.

An almost overwhelming power, not needing to consider martial skills, just a casual spear thrust nearly ended his life.

He didn't think Achilles lacked martial skills.

It was simply that the gap was too vast, and he probably wasn't worth the effort for this powerful demigod to take seriously.

"The next strike won't be as easy to dodge," Achilles suddenly said.

Though he was slightly surprised that Night dodged a deadly strike, it was only for a moment...

He could have lost consciousness instantly and died without pain, but he chose the most difficult path.

Every second he remains alive now becomes a countdown to his inevitable death, a desperate wait.

Achilles stepped over the shattered wooden door, moving into the house.

At this moment, Night's consciousness was incredibly scattered...

He wanted to force himself to fight back, but he couldn't... he couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't!!!

His body felt so heavy.

Trying desperately to stand up, even moving his fingers felt incredibly laborious.

It seemed the previous blow had caused far more damage than he had imagined.

Now, his strong mental power became a burden.

Achilles's words seemed to come true.

Every breath, every moment of survival now was a desperate wait, a countdown to death.

His mind was perfectly clear, but he couldn't control his body to save himself.

This agonizing wait for death, even many heroes could hardly endure such pain.

'It's over—' the thought flashed through Night's mind.

Perhaps this aligned with his initial expectation.

After encountering Achilles and acquiring the template, it was time for him to be killed and end this simulation.

But—

Time seemed to slow down immensely at this moment.

Memories flashed through Night's mind in an instant.

There was the scene of him trudging through the desert, relying solely on willpower to walk out.

The scene of being trapped in a dark, endless dungeon.

The moment of witnessing a cosmic conceptual entity more brilliant than a supernova, more magnificent than the Milky Way.

Finally—

Seeing the sun again in the simulation, witnessing the madness of the Trojan battlefield.

Practicing martial arts with Hector by the campfire in the forest, chatting late into the night.

The excitement and thrill of feeling the powerful divine weapon, the peak of cold weapons—Hector's divine spear.

Was this really it?

Even if he never truly wanted to become a hero as Hector fantasized,

In facing the suffering civilians, he couldn't help but feel compassion, fiercely wielding the divine spear in battle.

At that moment, he felt like a real hero.

But the courage he displayed was knowing that death wasn't really the end, just the end of a simulation.

Facing the powerful demigod Achilles, he wasn't truly unafraid of death.

He simply chose to forget it because he knew he wouldn't really die.

He thought he could calmly face this death.

But just like when he struggled in the desert, a strong and familiar desire to survive surged in his heart.

'Even knowing I won't truly die, I don't want to die! I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die here, meaninglessly in a deserted corner.'

As he felt his life slipping away, Night understood his heart.

This wasn't the real Greek world.

Even if he died here, no one would remember.

The strong will that brought immense calm couldn't stop his strong resistance to death at this moment.

This will wasn't a true loss of fear of death.

Driven by survival instinct and strong will, Night suddenly felt a faint light flickering in his seemingly hopeless body.

That is—?

The light grew brighter, though weak and small, it was incredibly holy.

It was Apollo's blessing!

A light brighter than hope illuminated the depths of despair.

Night could feel a warm flow coursing through his limbs, as if his body was regaining some sensation.

At that moment, he instinctively understood the true use of Apollo's blessing.

The light representing the god of light, Apollo, was a light that could bring hope.

No matter how desperate the situation, as long as one's heart did not give up, that blessing, hotter than hope itself, would respond to their cries and bring about a 'miracle.'

The gospel of miracles—!!

What kind of miracle it brings, even Apollo himself might not know, as it depends entirely on the individual.

A miracle is called a miracle because it is unpredictable and defies logic.

The miracle manifesting in Night at this moment could be best described as 'combat endurance.'

When in a near-death state, as long as he doesn't give up hope, his body can stand up again and again to continue fighting until it is completely burnt out.

So—

As Achilles stepped into the house, all of this happened in just an instant of consciousness.

Sensing that weak, flickering life force, like a candle flame trembling in the wild wind, about to be extinguished at any moment.

Achilles raised his spear, ready to strike down as he spoke: "It's over."

It seemed he didn't need a serious second strike and would end this mouse's life with just a casual blow.

However, just as the cold light of Achilles' spear tip was about to fall,

Night, who had just obtained the survival instinct—combat endurance, and hadn't even had a chance to use it, was about to be killed by this strike.

Night's pupils contracted—!

Bang~!!!

A sword, spinning and flying from somewhere, suddenly struck the spear away!

Achilles stared wide-eyed in shock: "—What!!"

He quickly turned his head, and before him was a figure galloping on horseback.

With muscles as chiseled and sharp as marble, bronze skin, and a shining helmet reflecting the fiery night, this figure appeared immensely tall and valiant.

A pair of eyes, as intimidating and oppressive as a dragon's golden pupils, were locked onto Achilles.

The man's waist only held a sword sheath, as the sword had been thrown.

He now slowly drew the shield from his back, wrapping it around his forearm, and with a powerful squeeze of his legs, urged the horse to charge faster toward Achilles and Night.

Achilles: ...!!!

Even with an instinctive reaction, Achilles slightly sidestepped.

As the warhorse was about to trample the still-prone Night, the man suddenly pulled the reins, using the momentum to swing the shield on his forearm toward Achilles with a dull thud—bang!

Achilles was actually knocked back.

The man scooped up Night from the ground with one hand and placed him on the horse's back behind him.

It was only then that Night, moved, shouted out the man's true name: "Hector?!"