Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Chapter 171 I usually summon my fist to attack the player directly!

On the other side, Night and Caesar and the others came out together.

Caesar's family was extremely excited to have made money together and also seen a great show.

They were not dissatisfied at all because the nobles had been humiliated.

If it were a commoner slapping a nobleman in the face, they might empathize, but Ye himself is a nobleman.

Then the nature of it is completely different.

That would mean the incompetent are being trampled on by the strong.

Having witnessed that domineering and powerful scene, little Caesar was filled with longing and even yearned to become like that, so that he could do whatever he wanted without restraint.

He asked Night how he could become as powerful as the other.

Night: "What did I use to knock Strapopopoemeut unconscious just now?"

Caesar: "A fist?"

Night: "That's right."

Caesar: "I understand. You're trying to tell me that only by possessing power that everyone fears can one become a true strongman?"

Night Tiger patted Caesar's head, smiled, and said nothing.

In a typical historical world, power would certainly be more effective.

But he possesses more than just power; he also has physical strength!

Why were the nobles in the Senate and Strabo so afraid of him?

It wasn't just because of his past power, but also because of his immense popularity and prestige in the army, which instilled fear in the nobles. He could command a large following at any time and turn the whole of Rome upside down.

It's important to know that many veterans serving in the Roman army today are still from the era of Lista.

Who knows if Lista Ye has been in contact with these soldiers all these years since he last returned?

Another equally important aspect is, of course, the strength of Night Terror.

Whenever he wields the power of justice (the law) and strikes with overwhelming force, others are powerless to resist.

This way of playing is so unique that even if others wanted to learn it, they couldn't.

The law does have many loopholes, but everyone's strength is usually about the same, so when it comes to a real fight, no one is afraid of anyone. Even if it's a real fight, it will only result in a lose-lose situation.

But if Ye decides to hit you, he'll hit you without giving you any chance to fight back.

After bidding farewell to Caesar's family, Aurelia was disappointed to find that her two daughters could not return with her that night.

That night, he returned to the manor with a large number of slaves.

The warriors who had been training in the open space in front of the manor cheered wildly when they saw a large number of slaves, especially many of them, female slaves!

Several Spartan slave warriors immediately fixed their gazes on the Spartan female warriors in the crowd, drawn by their familiar attire—

And those healthy, strong muscles...

While such overly muscular physiques might make women lose some of their femininity and appear more masculine, which is not favored by most men, it was just right for the Spartans who admired strength. They couldn't take their eyes off the troops as they moved along with them.

They suppressed their inner excitement—

At the same time, we should be wary of the larger number of men in this new group of compatriots.

Everyone here could be their competitor.

The three Spartan warriors who had initially followed Night exchanged glances and whispered a few words. Then one of them left to find the Thracian warriors who had come with him at the same time, while the remaining Italian warriors were completely excluded from the group.

Those who came from the same generation need to stick together to better suppress these newcomers. At the very least, they need to wait until the older generation has had their turn to succeed and enjoy the company of women before these newcomers have a chance.

Soon, some strong Thracians were brought over, but why weren't Italian warriors included—

Both the Spartan and Thracian warriors thought the remaining few were too weak and looked down on them.

Led by three Spartan warriors, the strong men headed straight for the location of the female slaves.

Unsure of what they were up to, the female Spartan slave warriors became alert and secretly huddled together back to back, with one of the strongest female warriors raising her proud head to stand at the forefront.

Just when they thought a bloody battle was about to break out.

Those people suddenly stopped and looked at their master, Lista Night, who was at the front.

"Master—!!" The soldiers respectfully lowered their proud heads and bowed to him, a gesture that signified their oath of loyalty.

At this moment, seeing Ye Zhen bring a woman back, they were completely won over.

With plenty of food and drink, lavish meals every day, and strong women as wives, this place is practically a paradise for warriors. They would never treat this manor as a prison.

If this is a prison, then the outside world—most of Rome—is hell.

Night: "I can tell you're all eager to get started!! Perfect, you can teach these newcomers the rules."

You are allowed to use some force to make the newcomers understand the rules, but don't kill them.

Do you understand?!

"Understood!!!" As soon as Ye finished speaking, several Spartan and Thracian warriors became excited, their eyes filled with eagerness and burning with a warlike spirit.

Seeing this, Ye smiled and walked to the side, asking Amy and Ella to set up a recliner for him in front of the door and serve him fruit. He began to rest, while two maids served him food. He did not enjoy himself at all.

And the night watched the spectacle unfold quietly.

He could tell that the slaves he had bought earlier had some ulterior motives, but Ye did not intend to suppress such petty thoughts and competitive mentality.

On the contrary, they were happy to see it happen. Without competition, there would be no pressure. A little internal conflict was actually quite necessary. It would not only make the soldiers more united and hardworking, but also prevent them from banding together and creating a threat to the Daoist family.

Although Ye himself is not afraid of this, even if his subordinates become so powerful that they betray him one day, they will not be able to threaten his life.

However, there are some smart people among the subordinates who are so proactive—it would be a waste of talent not to give them a chance.

Soon, the Spartan warriors came before the newcomers.

These newcomers all looked at the elderly men, who seemed to be in good spirits, with cold and wary expressions, without even associating them with the status of slaves like themselves.

These guys have been eating too well lately; they're even healthier than the free people.

Instead of explaining the policies they had been told about the night before, the elders led their men to provoke the newcomers.

Welcome to your new home, newlyweds!

"The master has given the order; now it's our turn to teach you how to follow the rules here!"

Chapter 172 Bowing and Kowtowing: Who Should Feel Shame?

Owner?

Many slave gladiators were stunned. These people in front of them were of the same status as themselves, servants.

"Your eyes must be full of confusion—"

However, before I address some of your questions, let me say this:

Anyone dare to challenge me?!

Let me see if you're qualified to join our new family!

If anyone beats me…

As he spoke, a Spartan warrior stepped forward, holding a large plate of roasted meat, which was his lunch that he had just asked his comrade to fetch from the kitchen.

Pick up the freshly roasted meat, still piping hot and crackling with butter.

"The winner will receive a piece of roast meat from me!"

There's no upper limit! Everyone is welcome to give it a try!

Meat--! ! !

The fresh and succulent meat, its fragrant aroma, and the large, impactful chunks of meat immediately made many soldiers eager to try it.

A hint of disdain flashed in their eyes—!

As proud and powerful Spartans and Thracians, none of them feared challenges, and even sought rewards for victories.

Even though they knew the consequences of failing the challenge could be brutal, but—

"I'll do it!!!" A Spartan warrior stepped forward.

“Alright!” The old Spartan warrior nodded, then ordered his men to clear the area, and soon a space was cleared between the two sides.

The female gladiators did not stand with either side. Instead, they led a large group of ordinary women who had been bought by the night, and stood alone on one side, coldly watching the fighting.

Soon, two Spartan warriors, carrying wooden swords and shields, walked to the center.

With a roar, the two charged at each other and soon began to fight.

Their fighting style was extremely fierce—although they used wooden weapons beforehand to prevent actually harming their opponents, their immense strength still caused terrifying destruction.

The weapons in their hands were quickly broken, and they then switched to fists and feet. In the end, although they were both Spartan warriors, the newcomer's mental state and physical fitness were obviously not as good as the old man who had been recuperating for several days.

Finally, the old man pinned the newlywed to the ground and beat him until he was too weak to fight back and passed out. Then, he roared!

The old man, riding on the enemy's back, slowly rose up while raising his fists and roaring to the sky!

This powerful demeanor caused a glint of surprise to flash in the eyes of the female slaves who were watching coldly from the other side.

Night: Beautiful!

First, he deliberately lured these slave gladiators, who hadn't eaten meat in a long time, into battle with food. Then, relying on his superior condition and attributes after resting, he successfully suppressed the newcomers and demonstrated his strength.

Those female slaves who admired strength now looked at him differently.

At this moment, the Spartan warriors resembled a male peacock spreading its tail feathers.

This move not only dampened the arrogance of the newcomers but also served as a way to flex their muscles and increase their advantages in finding a partner.

His actions will inevitably provoke the newcomers' shared hatred and help them quickly unite.

From then on, neither side would submit to the other, and they would compete with each other... They no longer had the energy to rebel and threaten their own position.

Is it intentional?

Night, who had been watching everything from the sidelines, became somewhat interested in this Spartan warrior. If he performed well later, perhaps he could be promoted to a squad leader.

After that, some of the older folks started to follow suit, taking turns betting against the newcomers.

Most of the veterans won, while only a small number of newcomers won due to their strong skills.