Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Although the two sides fought fiercely at the beginning, they eventually developed a sense of camaraderie and the atmosphere became more and more harmonious.

but--

This harmonious atmosphere, or rather, mutual appreciation, was finally revealed to the elders after the battle, who then explained the rules and regulations of the place.

They were no longer slaves, but warriors who served their masters. Those who performed well could even marry other female slaves and have children with the master's witness and arrangement, thus having the right to reproduce.

Suddenly—!

Even the female slaves who had been standing by indifferently were surprised, and some even blushed with shame.

However, several daring female Spartan warriors were eager and even excited, their eyes involuntarily drawn to the powerful warriors who had won the battle earlier.

But noticing the gazes of these female warriors, the powerful warriors involuntarily puffed out their chests, pretending to be arrogant and displaying their masculine charm.

This time, the other soldiers couldn't sit still any longer!

what? !

Is there such a thing?

Some warriors who had previously lost the battle by a single misstep became even more envious.

Damn... I was careless!

I should have pushed myself a little harder.

Some of them didn't actually use their full strength in the battle. After all, they were newcomers and were still wary, so they fought somewhat conservatively. If they had truly unleashed their full fighting spirit and passion, they might not have lost.

but--

Because of this incident, many soldiers have begun to feel a sense of belonging to this new homeland.

It is precisely because they are attracted by those benefits that they feel a sense of belonging.

But some slave warriors poured cold water on the idea at this point—

"Are you really going to serve a Roman?"

Have you all thrown away the pride of the Spartan warriors like dog shit?

I am truly ashamed of you!

"You bastard! What did you say?!"

Among the new recruits, a Spartan warrior continued in a disdainful and arrogant voice: "I will not stay here as a slave forever. If I find a chance, I will escape and return to Sparta... to fight for Sparta again, instead of being bought off by some trashy nobleman!"

A little bit of benefit makes you forget the dignity of the strong and submit to a weaker person who is far inferior to you.

You have absolutely no Spartan spirit.

An old warrior shouted angrily, "Our master is no weakling!"

"Ha—that's just your side of the story."

And you women—our fellow Spartans—are you going to marry such a group of spiritually weak people?

These bastards who have abandoned Spartan dignity are not worthy of marrying Spartan women. The new Spartan warriors then fueled the fire on the other group of women.

The proudest female warrior among them replied in a cold voice, "Of course we won't look down on a group of weaklings."

Unless they can prove that their master truly possesses far greater power than they do.

The Spartans never yielded to the weak!

"We can fight for it, but only a truly powerful lion can truly subdue our hearts!"

However, to be honest, these newcomers did not witness the scene of Lista Night subduing Spartacus and Gneiss Pompeii, and their perception was far less acute than that of the former two.

Judging by appearance alone, the fair-skinned, muscular nobleman, with his white muscles, would be nothing more than a useless, good-looking but weak chicken in the eyes of the Spartans who spent their days basking in the sun in the wild.

At the very least, one should have a bronze complexion—and a few more scars on the body would make it even more intimidating to say one is powerful.

at this time--

Suddenly, a voice familiar to everyone present rang out softly.

"Is that so? I can give you a chance—"

Since you all want to see my strength!

All the slaves were immediately startled, realizing that the voice was coming from Ye, who had arrived at some unknown time.

Immediately, the female Spartan warrior who had just spoken turned pale and gritted her teeth slightly—

Although she was very proud, she knew that she was a slave at this moment and had been caught red-handed for speaking ill of others.

Although these are my honest thoughts, if the slave owner heard them, he probably wouldn't be happy. If he wanted to do something to me—punish me—then…

Chapter 173 Night: As long as you're strong enough, female warriors can choose their men!

That night, the master declared that he would conquer them with force...

The elderly were fine, but the newlyweds all had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Although the female Spartan warriors dared not speak, the disdain in their eyes betrayed their thoughts.

Night didn't explain anything—

They simply had the Spartan warriors they had seen earlier lead everyone to a large open space in front of the manor.

He allowed everyone to fetch weapons and fight him, even real weapons.

Even before he started recruiting his private army, Night had already had Lucius Caesar procure a large quantity of weapons and equipment for him.

Modern Rome has changed since the Gracchi brothers' time—the comical situation of civilians having to bring their own equipment to the army is no longer a thing.

Since Listaye is to lead troops to quell the rebellion, it is impossible not to provide military expenses.

With Lucius Caesar's help, it would be difficult for the Senate to cut military spending even a little more...

Since they didn't think the night would succeed anyway, they weren't too demanding when it came to equipment.

Then, after everyone was fully armed, Ye ordered them all to attack him at once.

Whether you're a veteran or a newcomer!!

Upon hearing this request, the new slaves all looked at Ye as if he were a madman.

How dare he?

And then, after the initial shock—people came to their senses.

A Spartan male slave warrior suddenly laughed and said, "This is truly a rare opportunity."

"I'm going to beat that slave owner so badly he'll shit himself."

Another soldier whispered, "Their biggest mistake was letting us get weapons."

Perhaps we can kill this nobleman later and then escape Rome?

A female Spartan warrior said coldly, "Fool, if you want to commit suicide, don't drag us down with you."

With so few people, where could they possibly escape to after fleeing from the capital of Rome?

However, since they dare to be so arrogant and belittle all of us, it's time to show this foolish Roman nobleman the power of the Spartans.

"Don't try to take it from me, I can handle them all by myself! Hahahaha!"

The group of soldiers were laughing and joking, not taking the night seriously at all.

When the battle began, the veterans were already on high alert, back to back in a defensive posture.

The newly arrived slave gladiators immediately burst into laughter—

So many people fighting one person, and he cowers like a turtle. Is that what you call a real man? When did Spartan (Thracian) warriors become so cowardly?

Even now, these newcomers are beginning to doubt whether the elders are imposters pretending to be from the same clan.

next moment--

boom! ! !

A blur passed by, and the man who had been laughing the loudest was suddenly kicked away, his entire body lying in the middle of the ground.

The sudden, intense pain left him bewildered: Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?

Then, one after another, soldiers were knocked away.

"Defense!!! Defense now!!" The newcomers finally regained their vigilance. After all, they were Spartan warriors. The men and women put aside their contempt and took on a fighting stance, going all out.

finally--

Someone saw an attack coming rapidly from beside them and raised their shield to block it, but the wooden shield was suddenly shattered along with it.

Thud! After his ribs broke and his body flew backward, spinning several times on the ground, people gasped and realized that what had just cleaved the warrior's wooden shield wasn't a sharp sword, but Night's left leg...

Axe-style powerful chop—

This made the warriors present immediately realize that Ye was not only fast, but also possessed monstrous strength.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of the manor, Helena watched with little interest as Ye bullied a group of rookies—

"None of them can fight..."

She could tell that Ye was just playing along with these guys; if he were really serious, he could tear these warriors to shreds in a matter of minutes.

Then the night, like a wolf king infiltrating a flock of sheep, swept through like a tyrant, and later—

When all the warriors realized their strength, they huddled together and held their ground.

Night simply revealed himself and slowly walked towards the warriors. His fists could easily shatter the warriors' wooden shields and strong muscles, and he could casually cleave their weapons. Even broken swords could break the warriors' joints and ribs.

A little more or less wouldn't make a difference; with just a bit more force, we could easily tear their flesh apart and behead them.

What followed was an overwhelming victory, lasting for an eternity, feeling like an eternity.

Soon, even the old men who were well aware of the Night Fighting Force and were on high alert all fell to the ground.

At this moment, all the slaves looked up at Ye again, but their gazes were different. Although they were sweating profusely from the pain, their eyes seemed to shine with a new light as they stared at Ye in shock.

This is--

The power of the gods!

At this moment, Ye casually tossed aside a broken wooden sword and looked at the slave warriors who had been beaten down, especially the few who had been foul-mouthed earlier, who were now seriously injured.

Even with female gladiators, Ye showed no mercy whatsoever, and they all fought with their guts intact. Besides, with muscles that were even more frightening than men's, it would be an insult to them as warriors to hold back.