CK Simulation, Creating the Style of Tsukino Fumi

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Lancelot was straightforward. He had only sworn allegiance to you, and his obedience to Europa II was solely due to the fact that Europa II was your son. Now that you've returned, he naturally follows your orders. Furthermore, due to the significant changes in Lancelot compared to the historical figure in the pan-human era, Galahad, who should have despised his father, has also changed considerably. He trusts Lancelot implicitly and stands firmly by your side.

Once the Knights of the Round Table approved your plan, you had no more reservations. You intended to have Gareth and Gahoris stationed in Ireland to protect Guinevere's safety, while the rest would accompany you to Scandinavia, allowing you to directly resolve the internal strife among the Viking kingdoms by force, and simultaneously search for the whereabouts of the Norse gods.

[Just a few days after this basic plan was finalized, Ragnar returned as promised. As you were certain, Ragnar agreed to your proposal upon his return. To ensure that the interests of both parties were protected, a carefully crafted magical essay was placed on your table. Ragnar meticulously reviewed every restriction in the contract until he was certain there were no traps before confidently signing his name.]

With the contract signed, you boarded the other party's Viking dragon ship and headed towards the Scandinavian Peninsula.

You have arrived at the coast of Scandinavia. As Ragnar's dragon ship enters the Viking harbor, a dark raven flies down from the forest and alights on the bow of the ship, its crimson eyes fixed on everyone on board.

The Vikings' gods are watching you.

Sure enough, the Norse gods still remain in the world and did not go to the Inner Sea.

As soon as Quinn stepped off the dragon ship, he saw the message pop-up and turned to look at the seemingly ordinary raven at the bow of the ship. He couldn't help but sigh that the original logic code that Mushroom had set up, "In the context of the end of the Age of Gods, some remote and isolated island nations may still retain the secrets of the Age of Gods," was indeed still effective even in this world.

Although the existence of Europa II temporarily halted the end of the Age of Gods, most of the mysteries on the European continent had already dissipated.

The Greek gods who once dominated Europe are long gone, and the Catholic gods rarely perform miracles anymore. It can be said that in modern Europe, the gods have disappeared. Only Europa II possesses power equal to that of the gods, which is why she was able to rule Europe with an iron fist for nearly a thousand years.

But the gods in the desolate land of Norse mythology were still able to survive and barely watch over the Vikings' development. It's no wonder that the Vikings were able to launch a massive invasion during a period in human history when the gods should have retreated. After all, all the other gods had fled, but the Norse gods were late to leave, so they were bound to have some devastating impact on other regions.

Thinking these thoughts, Quinn was about to reach out and grab the raven, which was the eye of the Norse god, to play the role of controlling the god with the raven when the raven seemed to sense Quinn's intentions. It immediately let out a strange cry and flapped its wings and flew away.

“Hmm, it seems the host here isn’t very welcoming to you.” This scene was witnessed by Nightmare, who was also traveling with them, and Melly immediately teased, “Oh dear, the locals really have no manners and no sense of propriety, do they? They don’t even take the initiative to pay homage to the emperor of all of Europe.”

"You're exaggerating... indeed."

Quinn, who had intended to shut Nightmare up, suddenly changed the subject, making Mary, who was looking for an opportunity to tease him, feel uneasy.

Quinn crossed his arms, looked at the bustling Viking port, and smiled. "You're right, my good magician. I've come all this way in person, and the local gods still haven't come to me. That's rather impolite. Here, go and do them some tricks."

"Oh, what kind of trick?"

Upon hearing that it could be used to create some fun, the mischievous Nightmare immediately forgot the unease she had just felt.

"Find a tavern and have a good chat with the locals. I've heard about the history of Odin and Loki selling hooks to each other. The local gods here have quite a few interesting stories too."

Chapter 214 Odin also mygo

Inside a Viking tavern.

When the beautiful nightmare entered, she attracted the attention of the surrounding patrons. A beautiful and graceful woman entering a tavern full of burly men alone was not common in Northern Europe, but it was not uncommon either. The Vikings, who had a culture of shield-wielding women, never looked down on any woman. As long as she could take up arms and fight, the Viking men would regard her as their comrade-in-arms and show her respect.

But Meryl was clearly not a shield maiden; she was more like a beautiful flower, with no trace of a warrior about her. Instead, she resembled a young lady from a noble family. It was quite unusual for someone like her to appear in a tavern full of all sorts of people.

In particular, when Melly walked up to the bar counter and ordered a large glass of ale with great flair, the curiosity from those around her was even more undisguised.

To these Viking warriors who lived lives of constant danger, this beautiful woman, now alone, was an excellent prey. No man would resist taking advantage of her tipsy state to savor her stunning figure.

It wasn't until Meryl took a big gulp of ale, and, as if she had become interested or mustered up her courage, raised her head with a flushed face and opened her small mouth that seemed to want someone to shove something into it, that the unhealthy thoughts in the minds of the surrounding Viking warriors vanished in an instant.

Does anyone know why Odin keeps his history of being the adopted son of a giant?

For a moment, the tavern was deathly silent.

The mention of Odin jolted the previously intoxicated Vikings to their senses. Almost immediately, young Viking warriors jumped up and shouted, "The great god Odin is an enemy of giants; how could he have ever had such a past?!"

Some older, more experienced warriors held the young man back, saying, "Indeed, some priests have said that Loki's mother, who swore a blood oath with the Great God, was once the Great God's foster mother. That's why the Great God and Loki became brothers."

Immediately, the Vikings in the tavern became noisy. The gossip about their gods exploded like a fire among the idle old men. However, before the atmosphere of gossip could get heated, Melly at the front desk, after downing another large bottle of ale, began to ask and answer herself, her face flushed.

"It was just to elicit sympathy from the other gods. You all don't know, this story has already been embellished... Odin's true identity is actually the wrath of a giant. He sold hooks in Jotunheim, which were passed down from my ancestors... During the years Odin was an adopted son, he was actually selling hooks, going there in exchange for a giant's promise not to attack Asgard..."

Every word that Mary uttered made the temperature in the tavern drop by a degree. If just moments ago there were still some drunken Vikings thinking about what might happen between them and this beautiful nightmare, now everyone looked at Mary with eyes full of fear, as if they were looking at some large, non-combustible piece of trash.

Even the bartender who had just handed her the beer was stunned and stood there dumbfounded, completely unaware that the full glass of beer in his hand had spilled onto the ground.

This woman is insane.

At that moment, all the Vikings had only one thought in mind: they had never imagined that anyone would dare to say such things in public. Their alcohol-numbed brains went blank, and the nightmare of spreading rumors as quickly as possible dared not linger for even a second longer.

Before anyone could react, Mary vanished from the Vikings' sight, leaving a group of burly men staring at each other in disbelief. After a long while, someone finally came to his senses, angrily smashing his wine glass to the ground, grabbing his battle axe, and roaring to wake the others.

In an instant, angry roars echoed throughout the tavern, both inside and out.

"For the glory of the gods, seize that blasphemous madwoman!"

[As you instructed, Meli successfully spread rumors about the Norse gods. Many Vikings began frantically searching for the person spreading the rumors about the great god Odin, claiming they would bind that person to shackles and subject them to the Blood Eagle torture. However, no one could have imagined that all these rumors originated from you. Only the Viking gods were watching all of this.]

So, on your second night in Scandinavia, you heard the sound of horses' hooves outside your door.

Because of your distinguished guest status, the local host, Ragnar, has arranged for you to stay in his own longhouse, while he himself has stayed outside. In other words, the sound of hooves didn't come from some rider who happened to pass by your house at night; it was specifically coming for you, and may have even entered the longhouse.

You open your eyes and find Morgan still sleeping peacefully beside you, seemingly unaware of the unusual noise.

You realize that the target of your rumors has arrived.

Without waking Morgan, who was still fast asleep beside him, Quinn carefully got out of bed, grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around himself, then walked out of the room into the hall of the lord's longhouse. When he arrived, he saw that the longhouse doors were wide open, and a horse was pacing restlessly outside, making a thunderous sound. An old man who looked hunched over but was tall and thin had already entered the hall and was walking between each table and chair like a tourist, touching the marks of chiseling and carving on the tables and chairs.

"Romans, you've crossed the line."

With Quinn's arrival, the old man shifted his gaze from the tables and chairs that had once housed countless Viking warriors, and looked at Quinn, who was wrapped in a Roman toga robe with a blanket, his tone filled with strong displeasure.

"This is just a small trick, otherwise why would you come to see me so quickly?" Quinn looked at the other party without fear. "Time waits for no one. The chief god of Norse mythology, in a while the Vikings will really lose their chance to be glorious. Although the Vikings have not been glorious many times in the history of humankind, it is still better than never rising up at all, isn't it?"

Whose problem do you think this is?

The old man's eyes seemed to be questioning.

“We need to cooperate.” Quinn, who had long mastered the art of communicating with the gods, made no attempt to hide his feelings, speaking like a straightforward warrior. “Give me your help, stand up for me, and I will unify Scandinavia, wage war between the Vikings and Britain, end the reign of Europa II, and make the Vikings famous in history.”

"cooperate?"

The Norse god, who appeared as an old man, shook his head.

“Not now. Why should I trust you? Although I only have one eye left, I possess a vision that no other god, fairy, or human has. Europa II may be a threat, but aren’t you also the source of the crisis? Quinn Europa, only if you prove to me that you truly want to end all of this will I give you my support. I am not a Catholic god, and I will not grant power to mortals on a whim, nor will I act according to mechanical logic like a Roman god. I am Odin, the god of the Vikings, and only the most tenacious warriors can earn my favor.”

Chapter 215 Backboard

[When you have defeated all the Viking tribal chiefs, gathered the scattered Vikings into a single force, and united all the Vikings of Scandinavia into one, your trial will end. This is what Odin, the chief god of Norse mythology, requires of you.]

Listening to this trial that isn't really a trial, it's hard not to think that this one-eyed man, known for his cunning, is plotting something wicked. After all, this trial coincides with what you're supposed to do. Rather than saying Odin is giving you a trial, it's more accurate to say that he's already backing you up.

[Because after announcing the details of this trial, Odin tells you that he will rule over all the Vikings, and this test will be given to you. You need to complete this challenge under the watchful eyes of all the Vikings and defeat the strongest warriors in the Viking race.]

[A full-map announcement issued in the name of a master, a trial in the style of Vikings—you can hardly believe how crazy these Vikings will be after tonight, and how happy they will be to see you. If this were the situation you encountered during your first simulation, it might have been very difficult for you, but now…]

I can't even imagine how I could have lost.

Watching Odin leave the hall, Quinn found it hard to express his feelings. He didn't think he would lose at all; even if he had to fight ten of them at once, Quinn believed he would win.

After all, in terms of individual combat strength, Quinn is no ordinary person. The Norse heroes who can fight him must be at least on par with Sigurd and Beowulf. As for the Norse now... not to mention the decline in talent, it is still too difficult to find a qualified hero from the Age of Gods. Perhaps Ragnar's sons will have such potential in the future, but at this moment, they are just a bunch of brats.

Even so, Quinn still underestimated Odin's standing among the Vikings.

As the sun rose above the horizon the following day, a large number of fully armed Viking warriors gathered outside the lord's longhouse. For the first time, these Vikings were so quiet when they gathered together, so quiet that Ragnar was startled when he arrived, thinking that these warriors who had been loyal to him were planning a rebellion. It wasn't until his brother emerged from the crowd and told him the reason that Ragnar was relieved and went to find Quinn.

"You mean your people are fully armed and want you to lead them into war as soon as possible?" (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the question.)

"It is my hope that you..."

Perhaps because of the pact between them, or perhaps because of Odin's global proclamation last night, Ragnar's tone and attitude were extremely respectful, even tinged with humility. "Odin has never performed such a miracle before, issuing such a wide-ranging oracle. Everyone believes you can lead us to victory over the other Vikings and become the king of all Vikings, while I..."

"You're already eagerly waiting for me to keep my promise."

Ragnar remained silent, only smiling.

You knew it was time to act, so you stepped out of the longhouse and announced your first objective to the Viking fleet loyal to Ragnar.

【Norway】

This land, not far from Sweden and Ragnar's territory, is also the hometown of Ragnar's wife and the legendary homeland of the Valkyries. If Sweden is the birthplace of the Nordic heroes, then Norway is where they pursued their dreams. Countless Nordic heroes took their first steps in their great careers in Norway, and now, you intend to follow this tradition.

However, compared to most heroes who have to start from scratch, your starting point is much higher.

[You placed the Knights of the Round Table in Ragnar's army, disguising them as Vikings and infiltrating the ranks of ordinary soldiers. Relying on the Knights' strength, Ragnar's march proceeded smoothly from the moment they entered Norway. Even though the Norwegians, upon learning of Odin's oracle, were filled with a fervent desire for war and took pride in hindering your advance, they almost relentlessly assembled armies to fight you. However, facing several Knights of the Round Table capable of taking on a hundred men each, the ordinary Viking warriors were simply too ineffective.]

Even so, as the army gradually penetrated deeper into the heart of Norway, the previously scattered Norwegian Viking tribes began to change. These loosely organized tribes abandoned their habit of only gathering during raids and began to actively merge and integrate into a whole. In just two weeks, the prototype of a Norwegian kingdom quietly took shape, and these Norwegians even elected their strongest warrior and appointed him as their leader.

As you listen to the constant stream of news from the front lines, you gradually realize Odin's purpose.

[In the Type-Moon universe, this guardian deity, who can observe other parallel worlds with his single eye, has clearly long disapproved of Europa II's actions in order to maintain the continuation of the empire by directly halting the development of human history. The purpose of the trial he arranged is to seek a powerful external force to drive changes in the social structure of the Vikings, and you are the "catfish" he has chosen.]

Having understood the other party's purpose, you knew you could be more aggressive in your decision-making, so you approached Meryl again.

"Why are you only fleecing one sheep?"

The woman who had been summoned, Mary, had already sensed Quinn's intentions and walked into the tent where Quinn was with a bitter expression.

“After all, it’s you who’s in charge of spreading rumors.” Quinn said, then stuffed a piece of paper into Mary’s arms. “This is the script I wrote. Your task is to find a way to promote this script.”

Mary picked up the piece of straw paper that had been stuffed into her chest, and with just a slight glance, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on her face.

"You're so wicked! Aren't you trying to drive these Vikings completely mad? You actually want me to spread this rumor that if you can defeat you, you can marry Valkyrie."

“It’s alright. Not to mention that I have no chance of losing, activating this stagnant water in Norse mythology is probably what Odin wants to see. He won’t come out to deny this rumor,” Quinn said confidently.

Seeing Quinn's reaction, Meryl, who was always looking for fun, naturally wouldn't let the opportunity pass. Just like how she knew that spreading rumors about Odin would attract the god's attention, she still did it despite the pressure. Nightmares are creatures like that; compared to the will to survive, the rich and varied emotions of humans are what make them most irresistible.

[You instructed Merry to continue spreading rumors, and just as you expected, as these rumors spread, all of Norway was in an uproar, and even the Vikings in Denmark and Finland were restless.]

At this moment, the entire Scandinavian Peninsula is a giant powder keg.

Chapter 216 The New Master

[A Chosen One has emerged in Norse mythology, destined to lead the Swedes to unify all of Northern Europe. Those who die at his hands will ascend to Valhalla and live a life of luxury, while those who defeat him will have Valkyries descend to earth to become their wives. The good days for us Vikings have begun!]

Rumors like these spread throughout Northern Europe, following the nightmares that haunted the region. Countless Viking warriors gathered in Norway, causing fear in many countries that knew anything about the Vikings. But none of this affected Quinn's life. She continued her routine of studying magic with Lily and Morgan during the day and making love with Morgan at night, striving to take good care of everyone in her family.

However, your stable life is built on the suffering of the Knights of the Round Table, led by Lancelot. (The last part, "梅有呢在没有空你林在在没呢...", is a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

Aside from fighting on the battlefield, accepting challenges on behalf of one's lord is also one of a knight's duties. During this period, the Knights of the Round Table, led by Lancelot, were no longer primarily assisting Ragnar in his attack on Norway and achieving glory on the battlefield. Instead, they were keeping out Viking warriors who wanted to duel you directly, lest these reckless men who came for the Valkyries and Valhalla wanting to challenge you disrupt your life.

Initially, in an attempt to avoid war, the number of Viking warriors who would only challenge you one-on-one was only about seven or eight a day. But now, accepting thirty challenges a day has become the norm.

Although Lancelot's stamina was more than enough to fight thirty Viking warriors in a row, doing so for more than ten days in a row was quite torturous. But soon, his worries disappeared, because as more and more Vikings gathered in Norway, the elected King of Norway was no longer satisfied with just defending, and this brave warrior attempted to counterattack.

Soon, a Viking army of tens of thousands began marching towards your camp. The sheer size of the Viking army caused Ragnar great anxiety, and he kept asking you how to deal with it. He had never encountered such a large-scale war before. In the past, a Viking battlefield with five thousand men was already an unimaginable number, but now, they had finally reached the average level of the European battlefields.

Your advice is simple: relax and continue as always.

Yes, in your eyes, the difference between a war with a force of 10,000 and one with a force of around 5,000 is not that great. Only when the army reaches the size of 50,000 or 100,000 is the battlefield commander's ability to be truly tested. Before that, as long as morale is high, the competition is always about the bravery of the soldiers and generals on both sides, and Ragnar's army has a huge advantage in this regard.