Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

You, Grand Secretary, should know how thick and heavy my stone pillar is.

That guy's strength was simply monstrous!

No matter what enemy you're facing, I don't think anyone can withstand a single blow from that thing.

If you were to throw that thing as a projectile, it could actually kill a whole bunch of soldiers, which would be like blowing up an entire military camp with a single shot!

However, Crassus still had some hesitation in his heart.

That monstrous warrior, to be honest, would be absolutely unsafe and unreliable even if you strapped dozens of layers of steel chains to him.

For some reason, Spartacus remained completely obedient. Despite possessing power comparable to that of a hero from mythology, practically a mini-Hercules, he had absolutely no will to resist.

Crassus always felt that the other party was plotting something...

I wonder if giving this thing to Grand Secretary Malu will cause any trouble.

Meanwhile, Marius, upon hearing Crassus's description, also gasped, though it didn't sound as legendary as Night's.

But those achievements are all fabricated by people.

Marius shuddered at the mere thought of Spartacus's astonishing power, imagining what would happen if it were smashed onto a person's head.

Even if a body is made of steel and impervious to blades and bullets, and the skin can withstand impact, it's impossible that the flesh inside is also made of steel, right?

If they launch a sneak attack and get hit by one of these monsters, can they kill Lista Night?

Thinking of this, Marius was momentarily tempted.

Chapter 152 Free is the most expensive.

Crassus then told Marius about Spartacus.

Crassus could never have imagined that the now obedient Spartacus would bring such a catastrophe to Rome in the future, from dozens to hundreds, from hundreds to thousands, and finally, in just a few months, leap to hundreds of thousands in the Red Storm.

He would become Spartacus's mortal enemy, using Spartacus's head as a political bargaining chip for his own advancement.

Crassus, relying solely on his intuition, felt that Spartacus was hiding something...

It's really strange that someone with his power would willingly become a slave to others.

But Marius didn't care about any of that...

He wasn't curious about what Spartacus was hiding.

All he needs to know is that this guy is a formidable fighter! If he's going to make a move, he needs to do it as soon as possible.

Other elders may not know Lista Night's strength, but as Night's former little fan, he would never doubt his idol's prowess.

Once the enemy gains victory and seizes control of the Roman army, they may even be able to maintain their own private army in the capital.

How is this any different from the emperor's imperial guards?

In the East, eunuchs or powerful ministers controlled the imperial guards and even dared to openly assassinate the emperor.

Even the future of Rome was like this, and there were even more outrageous examples, such as the Praetorian Guard daring to openly auction off the throne after killing the emperor.

The saying goes, "distant water cannot quench a nearby fire." Whoever controls the imperial guards at the foot of the capital holds the initiative. If the other side goes mad, no one can stop them from killing whomever they want.

Marius was naturally envious of such power, and he would gladly accept the opportunity to have a private army.

But now, it doesn't matter whether that person was once his idol or not—anyone other than himself who possesses such great power and threatens his position must die!

He's not the naive young man he used to be, dreaming of following in others' footsteps.

Aspirations—they mean nothing compared to satisfying one's own power and desires!

And Spartacus—was the necessary dagger he needed to use to fight back against that mountain-like figure.

“How much gold do I want for this person?!” Marius said in a deep voice.

“It’s free…” Crassus smiled brightly.

"Don't want to?!" Ma was slightly surprised.

"I have already warned the Grand Secretary. Since you still want to use his words, I will not be responsible for any consequences."

Although I don't know what the Grand Secretary is planning to do, I would like to do you a favor.

"Not only Spartacus, but I can also gift you a contingent of strong Spartan and Thracian warriors." Crassus, a shrewd investor, was a man of great courage. He would invest nearly several times the Athenian treasury's wealth without batting an eye; he was a ruthless individual.

This man has built his business to this level not because he's a philanthropist, but because he has his own discerning eye for people!

He had discovered the talents of Marius, Cinna, Lucius, Sulla, and others long ago.

Ultimately, he favored Marius to be the winner; he was betting on it.

I'm betting that Marius will become the next Roman consul. Although Roman consuls rarely serve consecutive terms, those who are consuls can wield absolute power during their first few years in office. And for a powerful figure like Marius, who holds real power, even the Senate is full of his people. What demands could Marius possibly make?

As long as it doesn't infringe on the fundamental interests of the elders, the subordinates won't object.

That will be the time for Crassus to recoup his interest, and with Marius's powerful ships at his back, he will become one of the most powerful men in Rome!

certainly--

This was the situation in Rome in the past, and Crassus was unaware that his information was already outdated.

The return of one man has thrown the upper echelons of Rome into complete chaos.

Marius said in a deep voice, "What do you want from me...?"

He realized that Crassus's plan was not going to succeed.

This young man has his own ambition in his eyes.

There's no such thing as a free lunch. Everything that's offered for free has its price tag already set in secret.

“I want nothing—I only want the friendship of His Excellency the Grand Secretary,” Crassus said with a smile.

Little fox—!!!

Marius couldn't quite see through this smiling slave owner; he was truly impeccable.

Friendship?

Debts of gratitude are the most expensive, and harder to repay than anything else.

Under normal circumstances, Marius could restrain himself, but now he really needed some powerful warriors.

"A pleasure doing business with you! You have successfully gained my friendship, Gaius Marius!"

“A pleasure to work with!!”

Finally, the two foxes, one old and one young, looked at each other and smiled. They toasted to their friendship, and Crassus said he would take Marius to enjoy the entertainment facilities he had here.

And Spartacus will also be among the gifts he prepares for Marius!

at the same time--

the other side.

Completely unaware that someone was already plotting against him that night.

Of course, even if he knew, he was not afraid of Marius's plot.

Spartacus, the warrior who freed slaves, may have been very strong. He could have achieved great heroism not only in Rome but also in Greece. However, Marius's understanding of his strength is outdated.

Ye first returned to his manor to organize his slave warriors, preparing to make them the first squadron of his private army.

When the slaves learned that they would soon have the opportunity to fight alongside Ye and make a name for themselves on the battlefield, they became excited and finally felt completely at ease.

The master did not deceive them!

They genuinely intended to train them as warriors, rather than treating them like arrogant, disgusting, and inhuman nobles, who threw them into the arena to fight wild beasts.

Now the soldiers are even more devoted to the night, and their enthusiasm for training has increased significantly.

After gaining the support of Lucius Caesar, Night extorted a considerable sum of money from the Great Caesar before leaving the Caesar family, allowing Ella and Amy to take people to eat large quantities of vegetables and meat.

Ye naturally had requirements regarding the strength of his army—

Money can be earned back, but converting it into combat power is the most effective investment, so he will not mistreat the warriors who follow him.

How can you become strong without eating meat?!

Night held high hopes for these slave warriors, especially the Spartans among them.

If these Spartan warriors could activate the demigod bloodline within them, even if it was just a tiny bit of divine blood, they could at least achieve the physical attributes of a hero.

The formidable fighting power of the 300 warriors at Thermopylae against hundreds of thousands of Persian troops is something that would make anyone envious.

Leading such an army into battle would be incredibly impressive.

But how do we stimulate the Spartans' bloodline to awaken?

At this moment, Ye couldn't help but think—if only he could take all these people to the Trojan battlefield for some training.

Putting aside other things—

What could be more likely to unleash one's potential than a life-or-death crisis?

Chapter 153 If you can't kill me, keep rolling! For ('Master' crossed out) the woman!

The Trojan War was a truly heroic war!

Those that are slightly weaker will not live long and will not see the sun rise the next day.

If it could be brought to ancient Greece during the Age of Gods, where the magical ether in the atmosphere would be more concentrated, a little stimulation might naturally awaken these Spartans.

Unfortunately, these slave warriors were not part of Night's own abilities.

His 43 warriors of the Ebro River can only take a specific group of 43 people to the simulated universe; they are his own power, while slaves belong to external beings.

However, since it's difficult to break through the quality barrier for the time being, we'll make up for it with quantity.

Before the night, they had no money, and now they still had too few powerful warriors under their command, with only three Spartans among them.

Now that he has money, he's considering buying more Spartans.

He also wanted to form a Spartan army for fun.

Before setting off, Ye first gathered the slaves together—

And announced something to them—

"I am delighted to see your spirits restored and your new look displayed in just a few days."

But simply restoring your complexion isn't enough; I need you all to become stronger!!