Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

However, Gaius Octavian was completely unaware of his disheveled appearance and simply told Pompey about the bet.

After hearing that the young master of the Caesar family wanted to participate in the gambling game, and that there was even a young nobleman who dared to bet 'twenty towers' in the name of his family.

A hint of surprise flashed in Gneiss Pompey's eyes.

So crazy?

He has been fighting alongside Lord Sulla for the past few years and hasn't returned for a long time. When did such a young and powerful nobleman emerge in Rome?

Lista?

This name seems somewhat familiar.

Wait a minute, Gneeus Pompeii suddenly realized something and his expression changed.

He remembered—wasn't that the name of the last heroic family of Rome, the noble family that supposedly inflicted a great loss and heavy damage on the Pompey family when his father was young?

No wonder the other party was so certain that he would admit to the bet after hearing the name Lista.

For the Pompeii family, the name Lista is the last thing they want to hear—a nightmare.

It was a scandal known to everyone in the upper echelons of Rome.

Gneus Pompeii's expression gradually returned to calm, his deep eyes revealing no change in his emotions, but in reality, only Pompeii himself knew the raging fire burning within him at that moment.

He was a proud man.

Unlike his father, who remained neutral, this man with immense ambition chose to align himself with Sura early on, hoping to climb to a higher level.

History has shown that as long as you choose the right time and support the right person, just like Sempronius Gracchus supported Scipio Africanus and was subsequently promoted rapidly until he became a Roman consul.

Pompey was not content with a mundane life. He was a proud and ambitious man, and his self-esteem was higher than that of ordinary people.

Pompey naturally had no fondness for the man who, during his father's time, caused the Pompey family's decline and indirectly affected his own qualifications to enter Roman politics.

This is an opportunity, a free 'twenty towers', why not gamble?

Just as Pompey was about to ask Gaius and Octavian to go back and relay the message, they accepted the bet.

But Pompey did not speak immediately, fearing that this might be a trap.

Just then, the arena manager below the stage began to introduce Spartacus's resume.

A Thracian warrior, who had previously achieved remarkable results in local gladiatorial arenas, was sent to the central city to participate in the competition, but this was indeed his preliminary round.

He's definitely a newcomer.

This is Crassus's territory. Pompey knows that man well; he wouldn't falsify his resume like this.

There's nothing to pay attention to about a newcomer who's doing 'well' in a particular area.

The Storm King could even tear apart the mighty Spartan warriors with a ten-game winning streak in this arena.

He couldn't believe that a new king monster could appear so easily.

Having enough courage and boldness, and able to afford to gamble with twenty talents, Pompey finally made up his mind: "Tell him, I accept this bet!"

The Caesar family also accepted it.

Since someone's offering me money, there's no reason not to accept it! But consider this a private bet between us!

If the odds are normal, given Spartacus' current popularity, Pompeii would lose ten times the amount if he actually won.

Even he wouldn't dare to gamble like that. If it were just a simple bet, he could afford to lose it all by himself.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.

After Pompey gave his approval.

Gaius Octavian dared not slacken his efforts; perhaps Pompey had given him the confidence to show the Caesars that Listaë was nothing but an amateur novice who knew absolutely nothing about gladiators. Once the Caesars lost money because they trusted him, especially Listaë himself who lost a full twenty talents, if the opponent won—

His image would be radiant, but if the other party lost, he would only appear to be a blindly arrogant idiot.

A noblewoman from the Caesar family would never be interested in such an arrogant gambler.

Gaius Octavian, certain that the Night would most likely lose, walked with a renewed sense of strength, already eager to see the Night's pathetic state.

And when Gaius Octavian returned, the characters below had already begun to appear.

Upon learning that the bet had been made, Little Caesar, Julia, and Attia all took a deep breath, feeling excited and thrilled.

They had never seen such a big bet in their entire lives.

Blood boiling—

The Romans' inherent animalistic nature made them enjoy this thrill, and of course, winning money would instantly trigger a chemical reaction that made them even happier.

Inevitably, Caesar and the others became somewhat nervous, feeling both anticipation and worry.

When they noticed Ye's expression at that moment, their mood calmed down.

The night was quiet, but his gaze was fixed on a gate in the arena below, its iron bars having just been removed.

He could sense a powerful, beast-like aura emanating from within.

The next moment, roar!

First, the brown bear on the opposite side stepped onto the battlefield again, and the arena was immediately filled with countless crazy screams, cheers, and shouts for the Storm King to continue tearing the Thracian warrior apart like a storm.

They crave blood!

They yearn to see carnage, to see humanity torn to pieces by wild beasts.

In this unexpected entrance, the sound of footsteps dragging on the ground with shackles slowly rose. The darkness seemed like a gaping hole ready to devour anyone. The next moment, a tall, well-built figure clad in leather armor slowly stepped into the arena.

The moment the Sonic Strike appeared in Chapter 163, countless people turned green with anger and demanded refunds!

He was a strong, unshaven man, but that was all.

Compared to the figure that appeared at this moment, the Spartan warriors who appeared earlier were equally strong, and their muscles were even thicker.

Judging from appearance alone, Spartacus, who appeared at this moment, did not have the overwhelming aura (appearance) of a powerful figure.

Both Gnaeus Pompey and Gaius Octavian breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this scene.

They felt confident...

Even though they are so far apart, no one can judge a person's strength just by looking at them, unless their presence is so immense that the world cannot contain them.

However, a person's strength or weakness generally follows basic laws: the thicker and larger a warrior's muscles are, the more terrifying their strength is.

However, compared to many of the muscular giants they had seen, Spartacus even looked somewhat 'skinny'.

"Kill him!! Storm King!"

"I bet my entire fortune that you'd win! Tear this man to pieces, you beast!"

"Hahaha, twelve consecutive wins! Once the Storm King tears this man apart, my savings will double again!"

Countless people in the audience shouted excitedly.

In a special VIP room, Crassus was introducing his trump card—Spartacus—to Marius.

This was his first and last battle after selling Spartacus.

Although Spartacus had previously displayed astonishing combat prowess, it was a test of his strength, specifically ordered by Trassus to fight another of his slaves, and no one else was present at the time.

Therefore, Spartacus's combat strength has never been known to outsiders.

By bringing Spartacus into the fray and finally eliminating that beast, the Storm King, they can recoup the money owed to the gamblers in the stands.

If Pompey could set up a gambling game, Crassus, as the host, could certainly do the same.

But Crassus's money isn't so easy to earn. He'll let you taste the sweetness first, and then when you gamble everything, becoming so obsessed that you keep betting everything on the Storm King who has made you enough money...

By sending the unpopular Spartacus to kill the Storm King, you'll lose everything you've earned from the casino, and even more.

This battle not only allowed Spartacus to realize his last bit of profit-making potential, but also allowed him to demonstrate his military prowess to Elder Marius, making it a win-win situation.

Marius, in the VIP room, also saw Spartacus's true appearance. He was somewhat disappointed; the other man did not look as fierce and imposing as he had imagined.

Seemingly sensing Marius's thoughts, Crassus said, "Don't worry. You'll see Spartacus's true power as you keep watching!"

Honestly, if it were someone else I was trading with, I really wouldn't be willing to sell it.

"Then let's wait and see."

"I also trust Lord Crassus's judgment," Marius said calmly.

To be honest, compared to a man like Night, whose sharp brilliance and extraordinary nature are immediately apparent, this Spartacus in front of him is far too ordinary.

It's not that he's not strong, but it depends on who you compare him to.

Just as Marius was bracing himself for disappointment, the next moment!

Bang~! !

As the clanging of chains rang out, Spartacus stepped fully into the arena, exposed to the sunlight, and everyone in the stands suddenly stopped.

They saw the multiple layers of chains binding Spartacus.

"That...that is—"

"What?!" People were stunned.

chain?!

The heavy chains, seemingly capable of easily binding even a lion, wrapped around its body in layers, ultimately resembling a suit of iron-blooded armor that gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight.

Before it fully emerged, people couldn't see it clearly and thought it was its leather armor or clothing.

Looking at it now, I realize how outrageous this outfit was.

The crowd immediately erupted in uproar.

Just looking at it makes me feel heavy. Dragging all that around, is this how you come to fight?!

Holy crap—! What a monster!

An ordinary person would be unable to move around with just this body.

The other party, however, was able to move around as if nothing was there.

At this moment, Spartacus coldly looked across the arena at his opponent—a powerful brown bear.

It was four or five times the size of an ordinary brown bear. However, such a degree of mutation was rare in Rome, which had not yet completely separated from the mythological era, but it was not unheard of for Spartacus.

He had even hunted more powerful beasts in the past.