Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft...

A crimson flash, like a spiraling blade, formed a rotating shell around the night, and all the enemies seemed to be willingly sent to their deaths, being sucked into a meat grinder, eventually forming a crimson storm curtain on the battlefield.

That's because the weapons in their hands were swung so fast that ordinary people couldn't see them clearly, so all they could see was the amazing spectacle of the flashing storm.

Suddenly, bits of flesh and entrails burst open, like rag dolls torn apart by a sharp blade, drifting in the wind like willow catkins.

A deep blue, illusory flame began to ignite in Ye's eyes, drifting with the wind. The biological force constructed from the powerful instincts honed through battle even ensured that his body could fight autonomously the moment he lost consciousness.

It was like a sudden burst of power; this special mode activated naturally, operating entirely on instinct. By the time he came to his senses, he had completely unleashed the terrifying potential within him, and his mental consciousness had suddenly leaped to a new level. His parched soul seemed to be suddenly filled, incredibly energetic and vibrant. Whoosh!

With each breath, a surge of life force is released, bringing with it a scorching wind.

The moment consciousness returned and he sensed the changes in his body, Night thought, "Have I broken through? Now, if I were to encounter Achilles again, I should be able to put up a fight."

At least he shouldn't lose so badly again, being defeated in just a few moves—he'd only acquired Achilles' talent template a short time ago, and Achilles had been growing for so long...

Night is already quite satisfied with the improvements she has made so far.

Moreover, his current state seems somewhat special—he can feel that his five senses are more than ten times more acute than usual.

In this state, although the body is still the same and the energy has not increased, the combat power that can be unleashed is far more than doubled.

In this state, he felt omnipotent, terrifyingly calm, and possessed an incredibly strong control over his body. If he could maintain this state, he would even have the courage to directly challenge Hercules, who had not yet become a god.

Of course, it's just about having courage—

It seems that pushing myself was the right decision.

After a period of growth, reflection, and learning new skills, and after constant battles on the battlefield, Ye had a certain feeling.

If he can maintain a high level of intensity in combat for an extended period, his power might experience a burst of explosive growth.

This is why Ye chose that dangerous fighting style, willing to fight until he lost consciousness in order to hone himself.

After all, with his invulnerable body of steel, even if he loses consciousness, almost no one on this battlefield can break through his defenses, even if he accidentally dies.

If it doesn't work out, we can just restart it...

The night, which had already reached a significant turning point in the Roman universe, had taken some time a few days earlier to visit a transit station, at the Black Tower? That's where the save point was located.

In fact, even if he leaves the simulated universe now, the settlement will be perfectly fine.

After all, the reforms are already on track, and it is no longer a problem for the Senate to turn the tide against the odds and reach the level of influencing the historical transition period.

And it was because Ye let herself fight so freely that she finally broke through her own limits.

Without any worries about the future, he experienced a rare moment of noble triumph in the simulated universe, where he had to be mindful of the risks of battles in the real universe.

At this moment, his mental state was terrifyingly calm, like a top-level clear and still mind, but his actions became more and more decisive and brutal. Holding two guns, he once again walked towards the enemy army, and soon countless crimson flashes appeared again.

Although she didn't know what was going on, Ye felt very comfortable and wanted to quickly memorize it using her body (muscle) memory.

then--

Stronger, stronger, stronger—!!

There could be even more!! The pace quickened slightly, the power of the weapon in hand increased, the body was pushed to its limits, while the mind was completely elevated and emptied, as if entering another dimension.

Bang~! ! !

When the power of the Night grew so strong that no enemy could get close to him. Just approaching him required all one's strength, and countless people were cruelly torn apart in mid-air before they could even take a step towards him.

finally--

The Spanish rebels were utterly desperate; they lost their will to fight and began to flee in a frantic retreat.

But the night relentlessly pursued them—forcing the enemy to fight against them.

He began to abandon the large-scale area-of-effect (AoE) storm of positions and began to transform into the most primitive weapon, charging into the crowd.

A soldier must never flee without a fight.

Leaving your back exposed to yourself is like a prey clamoring for a bite—naive!

Night began to use guns, swords, even fists, fingers, and legs—every part of the body that could be used for fighting—as weapons, and began to dance on the battlefield.

As the night relentlessly pursued the enemy, and the pressure gradually subsided, the night seemed to come to a halt.

Unable to accept this, he subconsciously began to imagine a powerful, imaginary enemy.

Not enough, not enough yet...

He has not yet fully remembered this particular state.

It requires the pressure of an even stronger enemy to maintain the body's high-intensity operation.

then--

Night began to imagine the enemy as a terrifying dragon or a fantastical creature, a colossal being long gone from Roman times.

The kings of the sky and the overlords of the sea, beings like dragons and Leviathans, fought for an unknown period of time.

The noisy cries and screams in my ears gradually faded away.

He had unknowingly walked alone to the Ebro River at night. Looking back, he saw the corpses of an enemy army that he had just chased all the way here.

There was no one left around who could be considered an opponent.

It seems that this is the only way for today.

Night felt somewhat disappointed... and forcibly pulled her consciousness away.

As his physical condition gradually began to decline, like a high-speed machine cooling down, Ye finally walked to the Ebro River to wash his face with the water. When he saw his reflection in the river, he suddenly froze.

His armor was stained with dark brown blood, making him look particularly ferocious, and his eyes, burning with illusory azure flames, were visible through his visor.

Like a black knight emerging from hell.

The once bright silver armor and the crimson tailcoat have turned into a deep dark red.

This is—me?!

Chapter 129 The winner takes all, the loser gets nothing.

Night imprinted this image of itself deeply in its eyes, until the illusory flames in its eyes finally subsided and gradually disappeared without a trace.

That omnipotent state also disappeared.

When Ye returned alone, he saw the land he had ravaged.

It was like a field swept by storms, lightning, and flames, with severed limbs, internal organs, and earth-dragon-like ravines formed after a gas explosion.

This is something no human could possibly make.

It looked more like the imaginary enemy he had previously conceived of—the kind of power that only a gigantic monster could possess.

The scene before him left Ye Du still somewhat shocked after she came to her senses.

He knows his own current level of strength.

Aside from his immortality, in terms of physical combat strength, he is much stronger than an ordinary person.

One person can form an army...

Given enough time and to recover his strength, he could single-handedly annihilate an entire Roman army.

If it's just a square formation of about four hundred people, they can fight and kill each other non-stop until the very end.

But the scene before us, which resembles a natural disaster, is at least comparable to the combat power of true top-tier heroes like Achilles, whom I had seen on the battlefield before.

The same power, just with a different stance, yet he can unleash such terrifying combat strength!?

Damn it! I have to learn how to trigger this state.

However, Ye felt muscle soreness and fatigue all over his body. It seemed that activating this combat mode would put a lot of strain on his body, but compared to the destructive benefits it brought, this strain was completely worthwhile.

Upon returning to their camp in Rome that night, they discovered that the Spanish rebel leader had already submitted his surrender.

In the final battle, Night utterly crushed the Spanish rebels, who had never seen such a humanoid monster in their lives.

Their fighting spirit and morale had been completely shattered; they didn't want to encounter that kind of monster on the battlefield again under any circumstances.

When Scipio Africanus heard that the night had returned, he invited him to immediately participate in the surrender ceremony of the Spanish rebels.

At this time, the envoys sent by the Spanish rebels were making their own surrender requests. They asked that Rome should not turn them into slaves after their surrender, and that they should even be given Roman citizenship.

If this simple request is granted, they will not only surrender unconditionally, but also offer a substantial sum of money.

As he spoke, the messenger ordered his men to bring over several chests of gold.

When Scipio Ajatasatru, who was sitting at the head of the group, saw the several boxes of gold, he became somewhat tempted.

Rome is desperately short of money right now!

The country was even more short of money after implementing Tiberius's policies.

He knew about his brother-in-law's recent difficulties...

Just then, Ye also spoke up. Seeing Ye enter, Xiao Xipi'a, who had become familiar with Ye during their time in the military, immediately asked Ye if he wanted to accept the other party's request.

He still had some hesitation in his heart.

Night had already given him a firm answer: "Of course not."

As the defeated, they had no right to become Roman citizens.

It seems our enemy hasn't yet recognized their own identity and stance...

joke--!

If obtaining Roman citizenship (green card) were that easy...

How is this any different from Gaius Gracchus's absurd proposal to make everyone a Roman citizen?

Even Ye, who had always advocated for the Roman reforms, knew that one cannot become fat overnight; even if the gap between classes were to be eliminated, the division of classes could not be completely eradicated.

Classes exist in every era; where there are class divisions, there is oppression.

This kind of oppression cannot be completely avoided; we can only try to achieve equality in a superficial sense.

What would the Allies think if the defeated allies all demanded Roman citizenship?

If the people of the allied nations also demanded to become Roman citizens, what would the nobles of the allied nations think?

What do native Roman citizens who have had their welfare benefits divided think?

"We absolutely cannot set this precedent"—Ye only whispered a few words in Scipio's ear, and Scipio immediately straightened his expression, feeling terrified and frightened.