Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Soon, I will lead you onto the battlefield to face hundreds of thousands, even millions, of allied troops!

In the future, we may even lead you to fight the Gauls and the Britons, crushing the idols of their gods underfoot on their sacred land and planting Roman spears across their soil.

Those who cannot keep up with my pace, I will abandon without hesitation, removing them from the ranks of soldiers and making them farmers.

I know you all yearn to achieve great things, to regain your freedom, and even to marry, have children, and create your own glory with your own hands!

But I also want to tell you that only the truly strong deserve to have everything.

soon--

Next, I will bring you a new batch of companions.

Among your companions this time will be many Spartans, Thracians, and Italians who are as strong as you, or even stronger!

I will also buy many female slaves.

I will personally arrange a marriage for the one among you who performs the best, so that you may establish your family and career on my estate and on my land.

Seven days later, I will personally assess your abilities. The ten who perform best, or those who show significant improvement and satisfy me, will all receive women!

As the words fell that night, not only the warlike Spartans and Thracians, but even the strong warriors of the ordinary Italians had a glint of fervor in their eyes.

Their blood boiled, and their fighting spirit was ignited.

woman--!?

When their master said that, they were no longer sleepy.

Is there a more substantial reward than this?

Even though they were slaves, they could still play with women, reproduce, and now they even have meat to eat every day. They don't have to do anything except exercise.

Damn it!! With such great conditions, if they don't work hard to become stronger, they're practically letting themselves down. Are they even human?

Night saw longing in the eyes of the slaves, a strong desire that could be transformed into a fierce fighting spirit.

This pleased Ye greatly.

He didn't lie to these slaves. He would indeed buy some female slaves next night, but naturally not the kind of fair-skinned, beautiful girls like noble ladies.

Instead, they are ordinary women—and strong, capable female warriors!

Powerful female warriors are a formidable fighting force in themselves, and their physical abilities are already extremely strong. When they mate with powerful Spartan or Thracian warriors, their offspring will naturally be equally formidable.

According to Roman law, these children would also become the private property of the Night, and when they grew up, they could join his army and fight for him.

Of course--

Even without being told, the slave warriors knew that their master wouldn't buy beautiful women specifically for them.

Given all this, it's already a blessing to have a woman at all.

That night, after bidding farewell to their slaves, the slave warriors, after some encouragement, became highly motivated and even fanatical, and began to train extra hard in order to become stronger.

Before leaving, the master said that he would not only buy female slaves, but also bring a new batch of warriors to be their companions.

However, with more monks than meat, having more companions is not necessarily a good thing.

Everyone wants to experience the taste of a woman, but there are only ten spots available. Compared to the newcomers, they have at least rested for several days and are in better health, giving them an advantage.

If even with such guidance from their master, they still can't snatch all ten spots, then these self-proclaimed true warriors might as well just smash their heads against a block of tofu and die.

Practice, practice like crazy!!! Roll, roll like crazy!!! Roll until you drop dead!!!

With ample food, a nutritious diet, and formidable physical potential, these slave warriors began to improve their strength rapidly under intense training.

The three Spartan warriors, in particular, experienced a significant leap in strength after just half a day of training.

Before being captured by Sparta, they had never received such good food and clothing. Now that their nutrition has improved and their training has become more intense, their strength has naturally grown rapidly. Before reaching the lower limit of growth of the Spartan bloodline, their strength has improved at a breakneck pace.

The soldiers were engaged in a lively and enthusiastic atmosphere, with each other practicing footwork, team fighting, and even physical training.

Amy and Ella, the night maids, witnessed everything and were terrified by this barbaric and crazy behavior, so they hid far away.

They heard the announcement before nightfall, and they never expected that a group of slaves could unleash such fervent passion and fighting spirit upon hearing about women.

Are these still the same slaves they remember, the ones under the control of plantation owners and slave owners, who should be lifeless and filled with despair?

But soon——

Thinking that they themselves should have been slaves, but now they were more like housekeepers and maids than slaves, they had more and more hope for the future.

Amy: "It seems we've really found a great owner."

Ella: "...Master is the most benevolent...! Hmm, I wonder which lucky woman will be the future mistress."

I'm so envious I'm practically going crazy!

Amy: "Who says otherwise?"

The twins chatted quietly, making no attempt to hide their feelings for their mistress. However, knowing their own status and having absolutely no chance of becoming the mistress, they were practically driven mad with jealousy towards their future mistress!

Oh, by the way, they think they saw a woman following behind their owner when he came home today.

Although the girl's face was obscured by a bright red hood, her delicate, fair skin and curvaceous figure made it impossible to doubt that she was a beauty.

This gave the twins a sense of urgency!

With the owner being so sought after, could someone else have already snatched him up?

Should we take the initiative?

At least for their master's first experience, they were extremely eager to compete for it;

Who says only men are aroused? When they see a man they like or admire, they can also feel aroused. Don't underestimate a woman's initiative!

Chapter 154 Night: Spartacus? What is his goal in hiding here?

Ye had no idea that the two maids in the house, both in heat of puberty and practically embracing the idea of ​​laying eggs in place like turtles, were...

He had already arrived at the slave market.

The slave traders who hosted the night were the same ones as before.

And after learning that Night wanted to purchase a large number of Spartans—

The slave trader was startled: "What do you need so many Spartan warriors for?"

"You can't exactly build a private army."

Night: "You guessed right."

Slave trader: "...! Cough cough! You must be joking. Forming a private army is illegal."

Night: "Don't all those nobles have private armies?"

Slave trader: "Hehe... As you said, they are all private soldiers of nobles."

Nobles certainly have privileges—

"The laws of Rome can't govern those high and mighty adults."

That night, she smiled and said, "Don't I look like an aristocrat to you?"

The slave trader was stunned...

Well—although he had only done business with Ye once and didn't know the other party's true identity, he was initially drawn to Ye because of his appearance.

I had already guessed that Ye was a nobleman.

Now, after another simulated universe, Ye's temperament has been elevated, and he, who was already incredibly noble, now exudes an even greater sense of authority and majesty.

The slave trader lowered his head involuntarily after just one glance.

...!! This is more than just like a nobleman; I would believe it if you said he was a foreign prince! Ordinary people could never possess such a noble aura.

"So alike!!! So incredibly alike!"

However, I really don't have that many items left.

If you really want Spartan warriors, I can introduce you to Lord Crassus's private quarters.

"I've heard that Lord Crassus has just received quite a few Spartan warriors, and of course—there's a referral fee involved." The slave trader rubbed his hands together, revealing a fawning smile.

"Lead the way!" Night became interested, especially after hearing Crassus's name.

When Ye first realized he had arrived in the Roman era, he even considered asking this fat sheep for money.

Although he is not short of money now, it depends on who he is compared to.

The current Roman treasury combined probably doesn't even have as much money as Crassus. For a merchant to become so powerful through money that he eventually became one of the Roman Triumvirate, it's not just a matter of being rich, it's about being extremely rich.

He's practically the Roman version of Lü Buwei!

I still believe that this kind of person has good stuff.

Led by the slave trader, Night soon arrived at a gladiatorial arena.

Since it was my first time here, the gatekeeper at the entrance even asked me to introduce myself.

Although with Lucius Caesar's power, it should be quite easy for Night to get a ticket to the Crassus Arena.

But the slave traders could bring him directly into the market, which saved time and was much more efficient.

When I arrived at the open-air arena stands that night, I heard countless noisy cheers and shouts. Some men and women were so excited that they started hugging and kissing each other.

Below, a strong gladiator was fighting a brown bear. The gladiator was no match for his opponent and was pinned to the ground, his head being bitten and torn apart.

The gruesome scene of blood splattering everywhere elicited excited screams from the surrounding Romans.

Ye looked down at the scene below—and was moved by what she saw.

When he first arrived in this world, he was being watched by a group of wealthy people below. Little did he know that he would now become a wicked Roman nobleman and be in the audience.

When the gladiators below were bitten to death by a beast, the people felt no pity, but rather became even more excited and screamed with excitement.

soon--

Officials then came out to manage the battlefield and loudly announced that the next duel was about to begin!

The deaths of gladiators in battle seemed commonplace here, and no one paid any attention to them anymore.

After all, every day, a large number of wild beasts or slave warriors die here.

"Next, the next battle will once again feature our mighty Storm King, Lord of Bear Ridge!"

And the enemy—is our new gladiator, a strong Thracian warrior—whose name is… Spartacus!!!