Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

That night, he spoke softly, and his words struck Spartacus's heart.

Especially the line "No man is born to be enslaved," which stirred Spartacus's blood, and the line "A heart that yearns for freedom"—does my heart yearn for freedom?

That's right...

Even now, although Spartacus is fighting to save his people, he doesn't actually have a clear life goal; he's simply doing the work of saving them...

But Ye's words just now reminded him that he had finally discovered his true nature: did he yearn for freedom?

No, that's not all. He also longed for a world without oppression, and for the liberation of his fellow countrymen who were suffering just like him.

Night: "What mighty warrior doesn't yearn to earn honor on the battlefield, Spartacus—it's not that you don't yearn for honor, but that you have a heart that cannot tolerate darkness."

You could have escaped alone, but you witnessed the darkness of the gladiator world, the suffering of your comrades under oppression and slavery, so you chose to stay, wanting to rescue your companions. Am I right?

Spartacus: "That's right... Since you understand this, you should know that I will not go with anyone, nor will I pledge allegiance to you or become your slave."

Seeing this, Spartacus simply made his point clear.

Although he had some goodwill towards Ye because of what had happened before, and his attitude towards her was not as bad as he treated other nobles, he would not let anyone buy him like other slaves.

He was free; his soul and body told him this, and he shouted it out loud: he was a free man, and absolutely not a tool to be bought and sold at will.

No one has the right to disregard his own will and control his power.

However, Spartacus was stunned by Night's words.

Night shook his head and said, "I don't need you to be my slave..."

I simply admire you.

Even if you are not willing to pledge allegiance to me, we can still be friends.

Night admires those idealists who are like moths drawn to a flame, knowing it's impossible but still doing it. Although tragedy is inevitable, their brilliance is undeniable.

Night would not learn such a foolish and doomed act, but that did not prevent him from appreciating that sublime, noble spirit that belonged to the beautiful human spirit.

"Friend...?" Sensing the sincerity and purity in Ye's words, Spartacus's heart trembled, and he lowered his guard slightly.

“Alright. I’m willing to be your friend,” Spartacus said.

After that, Night did not discuss the issue of loyalty with him again, which allowed Spartacus to gradually lower his guard completely, especially during his conversations with Night, where he learned about many novel ideas.

Questions such as class divisions, why there is oppression between people, and why people cannot live together equally.

In this process, the more we understand and deeply analyze the nature of humanity, the more despairing it becomes, revealing just how hopeless humanity truly is.

True equality cannot be achieved by humanity unless social classes disappear.

The very existence of humanity will inevitably lead to the continuous creation of social classes, unless humanity is eradicated from its very roots!

Spartacus, of course, wouldn't have such a crazy idea.

But Spartacus found it wasn't as painful as he had imagined—in fact, what he initially sought was simply to save his fellow countrymen, and now he wanted to go a step further and save the oppressed slaves.

Having experienced hardship and witnessed the darkness within, I don't want others to suffer the same hell again.

Because he possessed humanity, Spartacus, after being caught in the rain, not only did not intend to remove other people's umbrellas, but instead wanted to open one for them.

He settled for second best, only wanting to dismantle the existence of slavery.

But after analyzing it at night, he also realized how difficult it was, and that it was almost impossible for him to accomplish it alone.

Or rather, in this era, the conditions for completion simply do not exist.

That is a process that requires countless years of hard work and struggle to change.

And so—Spartacus was driven to despair by the ideas and incisive analyses of reality that Night brought from the future.

At first, I admired him as a celestial being and was impressed by his erudition. But after witnessing the truth of the world and the nature of class distinctions, I felt so heavy-hearted that I could hardly breathe.

Finally, after understanding that wherever there are people, there will be struggle—

Spartacus: "Is there really no way for people to understand each other?"

Ye:......emmmm

Of course it's possible. If you had a mouth like Naruto from the Naruto series, capable of forcibly brainwashing everyone into becoming truly good and kind, then it's not impossible.

Night: "Theoretically, true mutual understanding is difficult to achieve, but relative mutual understanding is possible."

Spartacus: "What do you mean?"

Night didn't speak, but simply extended a hand, as if it were meant to be grasped.

Spartacus glanced at Night, then reached out and grasped Night's arm. The next moment, Night suddenly exerted force...

Having been strengthened several times and constantly nourished by the red dragon, the terrifying strength suddenly erupted with power far exceeding that of ordinary people. The power that erupted in that instant caused Spartacus to break out in a cold sweat and feel extremely painful, and he immediately responded with all his might.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free of this cage.

Night: "Everything is bound by rules..."

Achieving a relative level of mutual understanding is simple: just be the one who sets the rules.

When you feel pain, you will take the initiative to resist, and this is the turning point for change.

When everyone faces a powerful enemy they must confront together, people unite like never before.

what? !

These unusual remarks attracted Spartacus, who found them absurd yet profound, dangerous yet tangibly real.

Spartacus was sweating profusely from the grip. His grip was incredibly strong, strong enough to wrestle against a mountain, but he couldn't muster the slightest confidence to resist this man. No matter how much he tightened his grip, the man could still make him feel the pain in his middle finger bones: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Chapter 166 Just like the Grand Duke defending the land, yet suffering betrayal.

Night: "It's very simple. When people have a common goal against a common enemy, they will rise up to save themselves. But this force is too strong, making it impossible to see any hope of breaking through. So they despair and can only numbly choose to endure."

If you could be even stronger and break all of this, then you could turn the tables and become the rule-maker.

When you become so powerful that no voice can resist you, everyone can only numbly choose to endure.

Then you can advocate for the world of mutual understanding you desire, even if it means being forced into mutual understanding.

Sparkdax gritted his teeth and said with difficulty, "Wouldn't that be no different from nobles who oppress slaves?"

Night: "That's true—"

But you are willing to oppress those who are inherently evil so that they can be happy, for the sake of those innocent people.

Or do they know the solution but naively choose to ignore it?

You possess power yet do nothing, watching helplessly as innocent people who could have found happiness under a new system are reduced to mindless shells, devoid of freedom, life, and ideals. Are you not an accomplice to those evildoers?

This is sophistry—the night knows perfectly well.

But forgive him, and use these soul-searching words to help Spartacus face reality.

If we only try to save people, we won't change anything in the end.

Those who can change the world are always the strong, while the weak, when they gather together and treat the strong with the mentality of the weak, will one day either become stronger or be devoured and overwhelmed by the desires of the strong.

The salvation you seek will not be found there!

Spartacus trembled, his eyes widened, and he suddenly stared blankly at the night...

Does having power but doing nothing make one an accomplice to evil?!

To evil people, such remarks will only make them laugh and scoff, and they'll say something like, "What's it to me? Does your mother have to come to me for a blood test to prove her kinship just because she gave birth to you?"

If inaction can be called evil, then those who actively commit evil are all saviors of evil people, and their sins are immeasurable.

But for Spartacus, it was just like the saying, "With great power comes great responsibility," a phrase imbued with the individualistic heroism of Western Europe.

His life was dedicated to fighting for the liberation of slaves, and ultimately, all the slaves of Rome!

That passionate heart is not simply about kindness; it requires a strong sense of responsibility, the courage to redeem others, and many other complex factors.

Someone like him, who always wants to save others, would indeed think that having the ability to save but not doing so is evil...

He cannot face his own conscience, his own true nature.

Spartacus's voice trembled, unable to utter a rebuttal. At that moment, his mind was reeling from an even greater shock than the pain in his arm: "...I—"

Night: "If you yearn to liberate the slaves, it is so that people will no longer be oppressed and can show happy smiles."

Essentially, it's about bringing happiness to everyone, about enabling people to smile from the bottom of their hearts, Spartacus—

What if oppression itself no longer caused suffering, or rather, no longer caused suffering to the kind and innocent, but instead caused suffering to the wicked, and instead brought genuine smiles to the faces of many more people?

In that case—in that case…!

A fire seemed to be burning in Spartacus's mind, and he finally came up with a sacred word—what word could describe such a thing?

Is it... a trial?

Judgment! Judgment of the wicked!

If there truly are gods in this world, then without a doubt, they are the greatest rulers and oppressors of this world, and the God-King is the dictator of the world.

But if they can truly punish the wicked and uphold justice, then what is the point of someone like him resisting?

'Make everyone smile from the bottom of their hearts...'

Spartacus was deeply moved by these words.

Night released his grip and left alone.

Spartacus felt somewhat heavy-hearted—although he ultimately refused to pledge allegiance to Night, a new thought had inevitably begun to take root in his mind…

To counterbalance oppressors, one must become a more powerful oppressor; to eliminate oppression in the world, one must oppress everyone mercilessly and achieve a stable balance of mutual understanding.

This ensures that even if evildoers have such thoughts, they are constrained by rules and laws and cannot act or assert themselves.

What an incredible man... and his thoughts are even more incredible than mine.

Could the strongest oppressor he's talking about be himself?

In the clash of power and words, Spartacus inevitably saw a hint of Night's ambition. In the past, he would not have believed a word of the nonsense spouted by the ruling class.

But if he really reaches that strongest position, will the world he spoke of actually come to pass?

Spartacus was unaware of this. After much hesitation, he finally decided to proceed according to his original plan.

Stop thinking about things you can't figure out and just do what he can do right now.

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