Better Be a Typing Girl Than a Cliffhanger Dog!

As night fell, the bustling town gradually quieted down, as if it too had fallen asleep.

In the dilapidated hostel, a flickering, extinguished light in a corner room illuminates a swaying figure leaning against the window, engrossed in reading the latest issue of "One Thousand and One Thousand and One Nights."

However, just as the exciting part came to an abrupt end on the last page, with the closing line "To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next night's story," the reader's face darkened, and they cursed inwardly.

Scheherazade, that woman, is such a liar!

Tsk, speaking of her weakness, it seems to be that she's afraid of dying? Maybe we should find a chance to lock her in the Black Room, threaten her with death every day, violently force her to update, and if she doesn't obey, add a battle continuation and kill her once?

Forget being a writer who only writes fragmented chapters; be a writer who writes!

Just as a certain unscrupulous reader was maliciously planning the author's future life, the curtains were drawn in the corner of the room, and the clear sound of water flowing from a bath came from a corner. A graceful figure was projected through the thin gauze curtain, Projection a shapely silhouette.

With a rustling sound, the Amazon Queen, her red hair cascading over her shoulders and her towel tightly tied, emerged barefoot from the damp mist and stopped behind Samael.

It seems the food at Amazon is pretty good...

The ancient serpent's eerie gaze swept over a certain prominent cleavage before landing on Hippolyta's hesitant face. It put down its reading material, drew several runes on the table with its fingers to create a barrier, and then turned to ask a question.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"I would like to say that if you rashly enter the enemy country in your current condition, you will probably be in a very dangerous situation. Why don't you consider coming back to the City of Seven Hills with me to recuperate, or simply stay and guard the southeastern front and make plans after you have recovered?"

Hippolyta hesitated for a moment, glanced at Samael's chest, and couldn't help but ask, her words filled with concern.

"The deadlock in Rome has been turned around, but only temporarily. It cannot fundamentally solve the problem. If we do not take action as soon as possible during this perfect window of opportunity, the chance will be gone in an instant!"

Samael pulled out a chair, gesturing for the Amazon Queen to sit down, and then, as was his habit, tapped his fingers on the table in a deep voice in response.

"Moreover, this is a curse used by Angra Mainyu to kill gods; simply resting will probably have little effect."

On the Roman chessboard, I've done all the moves I can make. Even if I return to the City of Seven Hills or the southeastern front, the effect I can exert on the moves will be extremely limited. It's better to launch a surprise attack.

Hippolyta pondered for a moment, then frowned and offered her opinion.

"Then why not consider returning to Athens? With your abilities, you are capable of uniting the Greek city-states and facing the Persian army."

Samael spread out the map and, drawing on his own experience and insights, began to speak eloquently.

"The most valuable quality in a person is self-awareness. I am skilled in overall planning, not in battle formations against the enemy."

Moreover, Greece has no shortage of Divine Blood Hero; its fatal weakness lies in its sparse population, barren land, and unfavorable conditions for prolonged warfare!

All of these required the Roman Empire's war potential as a complement.

Cyrus understood this perfectly, which is why, before launching the Third Iliad War, he allied with Ramesses II and Attila to assassinate Romulus, intending to first destroy Rome and then conquer Greece!

As the ancient serpent reviewed the dramatic changes in the City of Seven Hills, his brow furrowed, and he couldn't help but marvel at Cyrus's cunning move of striking at the heart of the matter.

"You see, once Rome falls first, Greece will have room to maneuver. Combined with the weaknesses of its fragmented terrain and scattered city-states, as long as Persia is patient and works together with Carthage, Egypt, and the Huns to advance steadily and in a roundabout manner, gradually eroding the Greek city-states and conquering them one by one, the outcome of this war will actually be predetermined."

Even if Greece manages to win a few minor victories in certain areas, it will be difficult to fundamentally change the overall course of the war.

This is what is called , tactical victory and strategic defeat.

Therefore, I devoted myself to preserving Rome, blocking the Hunnic Empire's southward advance, tying down the Persians' eastern front, and allowing Octavian and his forces to sow discord between Carthage and Egypt, thereby thwarting the three-way encirclement!

After a meticulous analysis, Hippolyta was able to see the whole picture of the game between the various parties. Her eyes lit up with admiration, and she was even more impressed by the chess player who had a comprehensive view of the game.

Samael was a competent chess player. From the moment of the upheaval in the City of Seven Hills and the fall of Divine Ancestor Romulus, he knew that the Greek crisis had begun.

To break the Mount of Ares of the central point (Tengen 㱕) on the chessboard, one must first capture the gold edge and silver corner (㱕) and gradually place pieces to capture the dragon.

"To be honest, I don't know how Yu and the others are doing now. I'm a little homesick..."

Seeing his old Greek acquaintances under the lamplight made Samael's gaze wander, a touch of melancholy appearing on his face as he murmured to himself.

Rome was not his home after all; it was the place where his relatives and friends gathered.

He longed to return to Greece as soon as possible, to confide in his female companions, and live a carefree life.

Unfortunately, things in life rarely go as planned...

The flickering lamplight repeatedly elongated and shortened the figure of the man sitting in the night sky, half of his face exposed to the light and the other half shrouded in darkness. His inner softness was inadvertently revealed, along with the melancholy and loneliness under the cut of light and shadow, mixed with the cool moonlight falling on his shoulders, exuding a unique charm.

Hippolyta's heartstrings trembled, and a strange pity welled up within her. An impulse surged in her mind, eventually turning into a plea that she blurted out.

"Why don't I take over this mission for Perseus? I can have Penthesilea and a few of her sisters escort you back to Greece first."

Samael was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and turned his head to look at Hippolyta beside him, his gaze becoming increasingly gentle and playful.

"Old friend, I appreciate your kindness, but this second move can only be made by me..."

As a blush of embarrassment and awkwardness gradually spread across the other's face, the ancient serpent raised his hand and placed it on the Amazon Queen's shoulder, his gaze deep and distant, before smiling nonchalantly.

"Besides, once we resolve this immediate crisis, we'll have plenty of time to spend together in the long years to come! I've waited thousands of years, what's a few more days?"

Hippolyta was momentarily dazed by Samael's clear-headedness and wisdom, and didn't even notice that Samael's way of addressing her had changed further.

It wasn't until the ancient serpent stroked its chin, its teasing gaze lingering on her face for a long time, that the Amazon Queen finally came to her senses, coughing dryly to change the subject and try to ease her embarrassment.

"Um, what place are we going to next?"

Samael's gaze fell on the few sheepskin maps he had bought in Persia. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke slowly and meaningfully.

"Eagle's Nest... Evening Bell Temple!"