Reaching the peak of modern magi.
Yet never having felt true happiness as a human made Moran feel it was truly a pity.
It was a situation that couldn't be ignored.
Moreover, she was someone who devoted her loyalty to him; as a king, he had no reason not to seek redemption.
Letting Lorelei continue like this—
It would be too regrettable.
As a subject of his light king, she at least needed to understand the joy of being human.
"However, that pile of political affairs is really…"
Moran still felt his scalp tingle.
He was busy until midnight and still hadn't finished approving everything; just thinking about what he had to deal with afterward made him feel a bit hopeless.
"Ha… it's about that time…"
Moran let out a deep breath.
Now that the new king of Britain was confirmed, it meant that Moran had no more concerns.
He needed to break through the Greek simulation that had never achieved an Ex rating.
It was time to scale the towering walls.
"Not only to break the gods but also to gain the opportunity to see them again in reality; it's time to tackle the simulation."
Moran's mind still recalled Morgan's figure.
In the past few days, before entering the simulation, he had been continuously selecting skills, exiting whenever he got an unwanted skill combination.
Then, he would wait to repeat the process the next day.
He had to be fully prepared to deal with the Greek gods; he couldn't just casually bring skills into the simulation.
He hoped this Greek simulation would be the last one.
Therefore, he had to be more serious than ever before; he absolutely didn't want to fall into defeat again.
"Let's begin…"
Moran took a deep breath.
Then, he closed his eyes and entered the simulator.
[Greek Heroic Age]
[Simulation Confirmed]
[Simulation Started, Anchor Point Released]
[Greek Heroic Age Selected, Simulation Initiated, Detected Host Carrying Fixed Skills, Recording—]
[Host can still choose three skills]
Moran was so familiar with this mechanical voice that it felt like his ears were calloused; he kept repeating the names of those skills in his mind.
In his view, he had to possess several skills.
Otherwise, he couldn't ensure his chances of winning.
When the simulator displayed the selected skills page, the frown on Moran's forehead gradually relaxed.
[Principle of Inheritance (A+): You possess the top-tier performance of a true ancestor. This ability includes item storage, natural phenomenon intervention, and rewriting physical rules. Your mere existence is enough to change planetary rules. You hold the highest special attack and special defense against human principles. Any being infected by your principle will be completely transformed, automatically becoming the current era's primate enemy.]
[King of the End (A): Unifying Britain, undefeated on the battlefield, you are the ultimate king of the divine age. With the blood and love offered by all peoples and races, they will fight for you at any time. You can recreate the battlefields of ancient Britain and, with the will of the people, attack all external enemies.]
[Planetary Support (Ex): As a child of the earth favored by the planet, the power you possess is the extent granted by the planet's resources. Your enemies, opposing the child of the earth, are opposing the planet itself. Each time you battle, the planet will provide power and resources based on your understanding of the enemy. With the protection of planetary support, you possess the highest level of immortality.]
"Great! Awesome! I finally drew this!"
Moran was so excited that he couldn't help but want to slap his thigh.
Although he was in a consciousness-dominated space, he still couldn't stop his excited hands from grabbing his thigh.
These three abilities were exactly what he had been trying to gather.
He needed skills like these.
Adding these three skills would greatly increase his chances of winning, allowing him to have a decent chance even when facing the gods.
[Skill Bar: Third Magic: Soul Materialization (Ex), Heroic Tale of the Far Expedition (A+), Love of the Moon Goddess (A+), Emperor's Privilege (A), Unyielding Determination (A), This is the Eternal Kingdom (Ex), Pure Land of Isolation from the Present World (A+), King of the End (A), Principle of Inheritance (A+), Planetary Support (Ex)]
[Preset Bar: Golden Magic Sword (Ex), Pseudo: Mystic Eyes of Death Perception (A), My People Will Remain Here (A+), Intuition (A), World-Destroying Dragon (A)]
He glanced over the skill panel.
It gathered the efforts he had accumulated over countless years; behind each skill lay the pain endured to create it.
Indeed, he had spent too much time.
From the initial Greek simulation, he had taken a long detour.
One could say that the various skills on Moran's panel could easily make him the main god of the local pantheon.
However, the Greek machine gods were from beyond the star domain.
They were different from the local gods of Earth.
"Artemis, Atalanta, Medea, Medusa, Stheno, Euryale… I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long.
I won't let you wait any longer; I will end the machine gods with this last Greek simulation…!"
Moran gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
This was the time he believed he had the greatest chance of winning; he didn't know how many days and nights he had waited for this day.
[Skill Selection Completed]
[Greek Heroic Age, Simulation Starting—]
Memories of the Greek simulation flashed through his mind.
He felt the pain of divine lightning striking his body countless times, the intimacy with the women by his side, and the glorious epic created with his brothers and friends who shared their lives, once defeating the proud machine gods…
Every scene from the past was etched in his flesh and blood.
He remembered it all, every bit of it.
As if all of this had happened just yesterday, they were the unforgettable possessions of Moran.
Moran vowed to bring a tomorrow to his people and his beloved.
This vow, he still remembered now.
Those vivid images kept surfacing in his mind.
"Ha… I'm coming…"
Moran let his consciousness fully merge into the simulation.
He once again plunged into the battlefield, driven by the pursuit of victory and happiness, fighting for the promises and hopes of the past.
Once, this world did not allow the existence of Britons.
However, Moran made the Britons overcome despair and cross the impossible.
Now, he was once again going to lead the Pelasgians to write myths, guiding everything he loved to conquer despair.
If the gods did not allow them to attain happiness.
Then—let's bring down the gods!