Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

The night is very curious—

Will the legend of King Arthur be born in this world of Britain?

Putting everything else aside—if the Lake Fairy really exists, he would absolutely not let go of those famous holy swords.

Even if you don't use it for your own collection, or give it to a capable subordinate in the future to win people's hearts, it's still a good idea.

Night, who was truly terrified of poverty, especially after experiencing the Greek era where everyone owned three or four magical artifacts, would drool with envy whenever she thought of the wealth of those heroes.

Although Hector had given him a lot of equipment before, and he had also taken a set from the Achilles template, they were all just conceptual objects, and he had never touched any of them in the real world.

Not to mention, who would complain about having less wealth?

Night, who has gradually been influenced by the dragon's nature and whose personality has inevitably been tainted by the dragon's greedy characteristics, has actually keenly noticed this, but does not intend to restrain herself.

rather say--

He follows his own desires very well, as long as he doesn't become too obsessed with them and lose his true self.

Human beings live by chasing their desires, and many become slaves to those desires, blinded and led by the nose, ultimately becoming increasingly decadent and corrupt. But there are also many who indulge in pleasures without abusing their power, living with remarkable clarity and knowing when to stop.

The best comparison between these two is between the Senate and Gilgamesh, the hero-king, or between the Senate and Alexander the Great, Iskandar.

Back to reality—

Strapo Pompeii, who had been singled out by Night to deliver the message, had just confirmed a fact with trembling fear.

—The man before her was the devil she knew and was familiar with.

That hero who, in his youthful arrogance, suppressed himself completely, making himself look foolish in the eyes of countless commoners, fellow nobles, and others.

When that question comes up—who's in favor, who's opposed?!

The moment those all-too-familiar words entered his ears, Strabo Pompeii was certain that, apart from himself, more than twenty elders' bodies trembled and shook violently.

Damn it! The DNA is moving!

Holy crap! It's that familiar taste!

Strapopo-Pompey: "I...agree...!"

His voice was dry and hoarse. Even though so many years had passed, and Strabo-Pompey was now the new patriarch of the Pompey family, logically speaking—

Having secured his position in the upper echelons of Rome, even the two old foxes, Marius and Sulla, could only try to win him over and curry favor with him, and dared not really force him to take sides.

But just because of someone who hadn't been around for so many years and had absolutely no influence in Rome, with just one sentence—

He didn't even have the courage to object.

Daokou wanted to say something firm, but somehow it turned into "I agree."

"I agree...!"

"I agree!"

"I agree too!" In one fell swoop, many elders spoke up.

This time, however, the elders who were unfamiliar with the night were stunned.

No, what are you doing?!

crazy?

We were about to fight to the death when our entire family surrendered!

"I object!!" one of the hot-headed elders, oblivious to the situation, angrily declared.

The next moment, a bright red figure suddenly appeared in front of the elder.

"Ah—!!" The elder suddenly let out a scream and then covered his eyes.

His eyes were now empty, only dripping with blood.

Standing right next to her was Helena, with an innocent and carefree smile on her face.

Although she enjoys fighting with the night, she hates seeing anyone oppose it.

If she hadn't remembered Ye saying that keeping these elders around for now would be useful, she would have killed them long ago.

Ye was somewhat surprised that Helena actually seemed to be listening to him.

To be honest——

Although the other party was by his side, Ye never thought he could command its actions; he only wanted to keep it under control for the time being.

It must be said that Helena's unpredictable and sudden move completely frightened the elders.

Some even slammed their fists on the table in shock and anger: "Lord Listaye!! What do you take this sacred Senate for?"

They actually committed murder in public!

The vast city of Rome was not without powerful warriors who inherited special bloodlines from the Age of Gods, such as the descendants of heroes; the Senate had seen such inhuman beings before.

But—it was too fast! No one could even see Helena's speed just now.

They had never seen such a monster before, and it was exceptionally ferocious.

Those who can now voice their accusations are driven by a burning anger within them.

The Senate must not be insulted!! As the supreme center of power in Rome, they symbolized the face of Rome.

No matter how ferocious or powerful the force, it cannot subdue them, or at least not easily.

However, the elder who spoke at this moment had no idea that the Senate's reputation had been completely humiliated by this man decades ago.

When the nobles were slapped on the buttocks by soldiers, or even herded like ducks to the central square for trial in front of everyone, they realized that so-called face and dignity were worthless.

Strabo-Pompey was much more reserved at this moment. Compared to his youthful impetuosity, he had now quietly retreated to a corner, unwilling to speak...

The Pompeii family was dealt a severe blow by Lista in the previous era, leaving them greatly weakened.

This place has only recently recovered and is no longer the dominant power it once was. He doesn't want the Pompey family involved in this kind of thing anymore.

however--

Chapter 150 Your uncle killed your great-uncle; jealousy is the original sin.

Lista Night: "Your Excellency, I'm standing here without moving an inch."

"His Excellency Strapopoemée can be my witness."

At this moment, Ye's lips curled into a mocking smile as he spoke indifferently.

He couldn't control Helena. Even if Helena wanted to kill the entire Senate here, it would be perfectly reasonable from his standpoint.

This duck is the Carthaginian dragon; isn't it perfectly normal for it to kill Roman nobles?

They didn't transform and go on a killing spree in the capital; that's giving face to the twelve main gods.

Meanwhile, Strapopo-Pompey was called out again, looking utterly miserable.

Now, even if they don't want to stand up, they have no choice but to.

He was certain that the other person had recognized him, otherwise they wouldn't keep making fun of him.

Having witnessed firsthand how Listaye treated young nobles as 'spies' and blatantly lied and killed them during the tribunes election, she had witnessed firsthand how Listaye could treat them as 'spies' and kill them.

He knew this man was ruthless.

They act without hesitation, showing absolutely no regard for the so-called law.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that the Twelve Tables was a tool for him to exercise his tyranny, a grand-sounding synonym for justice. The law was basically defined by this guy alone, and he occupied the moral high ground.

Those who oppose him will be treated as clowns.

This is a typical example of double standards. Now that there are no civilians present, they're not even putting on an act anymore.

Thinking of this, Strapopompey stiffened and said, "Indeed—Lord Lista did not make a move."

We cannot insult the noble character of a nobleman because of some prejudice.

In Rome, insulting a nobleman was punishable by death. This senator should watch his words!

Strapopo-Pompey's words immediately left the senator, who was still covering his eyes and screaming in pain, speechless.

? ? ! ! ! !

You're fucking crazy!

I had my eyes gouged out in front of everyone, and you're telling me I'm slandering you and want to sentence me to death?

The key point is that many of the older elders fell silent at this point, seemingly accepting the situation.

That's how they dealt with Ye Tian too.

You think they didn't try to resist? Those who dared to say no before, some lost their hands, some lost their heads, and now the grass on their graves is three feet high.

In the end, it was Marius who stepped in and stopped the farce.

He ignored the injured elder and simply stated that Lucius Caesar's proposal was unreasonable.

Lucius Caesar: "Then let it be reasonable."

I propose that Lord Listaye resolve this issue of the Alliance War.

If this war can be successfully quelled, given his achievements, obtaining the privileges of a private army would be no problem at all.

An alliance war?!

The elders who had initially protested were now stunned.

Rome sent so many large armies and spent so much effort, yet the allied forces, including countless famous generals and powerful warriors, could not be conquered.

Is it something that one person can calm down?

Even if they were given the opportunity to recruit a private army, it would be impossible for a group of greenhorns to defeat a large Allied army.

It's something that's impossible to accomplish, so it seems like there's no harm in agreeing to it.

Thus, the retreat of the elders, mainly due to the inexplicable silence and fear of most of them, left the remaining few elders who wanted to rebel bewildered and confused, wondering what had happened to their companions.

The decree was quickly passed, and even Marius was powerless to stop it.

After the Senate meeting concluded—

Marius did not greet Night, but instead left alone with a gloomy expression, pretending not to know her.

He is no longer the naive young man he was many years ago.