Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Night laughed—

He pulled down his cloak, then turned and smiled faintly: "Lista Night Magnus—"

I hope that next time we meet, this name won't become your nightmare (enemy).

Those eyes, reflected in the sunlight like a calm lake, carried an unreal, dreamlike quality, as unsettling as the sun itself.

Under the refraction of light, the other person's gaze seemed to be bathed in golden flames.

…………！！！！

As he left on the last night, he turned his back and walked away slowly, reminding everyone as he went.

"By the way, if you really intend to tip someone off."

You'll likely find that those thugs you previously drove away are now reporting to other nobles at an even faster pace.

They will tell the Senate that you, Proni, along with your brothers, have joined us and are ready to support Gracchus as the new Roman consul.

Do you think those nobles in the Senate will listen to your explanation?

hehe--

After all, all your underlings witnessed you accepting my money.

"You're a smart man, Proni—you know, compared to those nobles, only I am more worthy of your trust..."

When Proni and his brothers gaped, trembling with shock at how someone could use such a shameless, open conspiracy.

Killing someone is nothing more than a nod of submission, yet he actually planned this all along with those brothers?!

grass--!

Carelessness, or perhaps greed, is the root of all evil!

If someone actually reports them, it's like mud falling down their pants—they'll never be able to clear their name.

Just thinking about the consequences made Proni turn green with rage, especially since he seemed quite pleased with himself for accepting Oris's tip at Night 10.

This is all evidence!

No wonder she's willing to spend so much money on herself.

This funding must have come from that Gracchus sponsor; money really isn't so easy to come by.

Is it worth it to tie these worthless lives to a warship?

Well, this time Proni knew that he and his companions had absolutely no other choice.

Not to mention that they were already tempted; their ideal Rome seemed so close at hand.

If Rome had truly valued the poor and redistributed land to them.

At this moment, a glimmer of hope and anticipation rose in the hearts of Proni and the others.

They didn't blame Ye for using some tricks; on the contrary, they breathed a sigh of relief. Now they could firmly choose their own ideas and bravely take that step.

"Do we really have to choose to protect that Gracchus, Proni?" As the retired veterans looked at each other, they all saw a restless urge in each other's eyes, and one of them asked.

Proni took a deep breath: "Help—!!!"

We need to contact more brothers; we can't be the only ones going into the water. I think there are many old buddies who are willing to join this 'war'.

We've waited too long for this day—! So, helping Gracchus is helping ourselves, why not?

Just as Proni and the others were preparing to take action.

Proni suddenly murmured, "Lista Night Magnus... This name seems familiar..."

Until the burly man suddenly exclaimed in surprise, alerting Proni.

The other person stammered, "It's 'The Last Hero of Rome'—!!"

I remember now.

Night—! Back then, his full name wasn't like that.

At that moment, Proni suddenly remembered.

"Wait a minute!" Proni's eyes widened. They should have noticed when that guy was telling the story of the 39 people!

How could someone tell a story so realistically if they hadn't personally experienced and witnessed it?

In the story of the Ebro River, only two people are known to have survived!

No wonder, no wonder, no wonder—!

If it were that person, given his life-and-death bond with Tiberius Gracchus, it would be understandable that he would choose to help Gracchus.

Like Achilles in Greek mythology, an invulnerable hero, if he were present—the success rate might be very high.

Upon realizing this, Proni and the others became incredibly excited, their mouths practically stretched to their ears.

Chapter 87 The Senate: Young people should get more experience; you can't handle it.

Time, early morning—

The Senate, the highest decision-making body in Rome, convened a meeting to discuss the aftermath of the Spanish Civil War, the review of the application for the appointment of the newly elected nobleman Lista No. Magnus, and to honor this last hero of Rome.

Lista No. Magnus's rise was unstoppable, and everyone believed he would be a rising star in the upper echelons of Rome.

Several established noble factions were already prepared to bare their fangs at this meeting and seize Lista Night Magnus for themselves.

Rome has begun its decline; it's something anyone with eyes can see.

They need to bring in new blood for the family...

Night is clearly a very good investment target, but it's somewhat annoying that they ignore all of the other party's hints and directives.

But geniuses have the right to be proud; they believe that the other side will eventually choose to side with one of their families.

This is beyond Ye's personal opinion...

After all, it's impossible to succeed in Rome without someone supporting you.

Even a ruler like the Great Gracchus, who came from humble origins, relied on the power of the Sibylla family behind him.

Unless Ye wants to live a life of despair without ever seeing any path to advancement, if Ye really doesn't choose any family, they will give this hothead a good talking-to and make him understand what the prestige of the Senate is.

Unless they want to, Ye can only take down the tribunal at the age of thirty at most, and then work as a tribunal for the rest of his life.

As for the name Lista that Ye acquired, it was just a source of amusement in the eyes of the old nobles. What could a noble family with only one person represent?

Without substantial resources and manpower, and without the support of colleagues within the Senate, a newcomer could never succeed in going solo.

that's it--

Each harbored either a confident air or a fierce determination to conquer the night, including those who would destroy what they couldn't have.

The old aristocrats are all poised and waiting—

This could very well be a major reshuffling of the upper echelons of power in Rome.

After the senators took their seats in the enormous inner sanctuary, behind the tiered seating arrangement...

"Today is a happy day."

I think everyone is eagerly anticipating seeing our heroes.

"Alright—how about we get straight to the point?" said one of the elders, who had powerful backing.

"I second that." The other elders all agreed.

"Then let's address the first issue: Tiberius Sempronius Gracchus has submitted a proposal to our Senate regarding our great hero's inheritance of the newly appointed noble title..."

The last male heir of the family voluntarily relinquished his noble title. Gracchus, in reviewing the application, stated that the two had become godfathers, and he believed there was absolutely no problem with Lista Night inheriting the new noble title.

"Seconded."

"Seconded."...In an instant, the nobles of the Senate all agreed.

No one even cared about the absurdity of calling the last hero of Rome, Lista Night, before the title had even been established.

It was just the title of a fallen minor nobleman. It might be very valuable in the eyes of commoners, but it was nothing in the eyes of these old nobles.

In order to vie for ownership of the Night, these old nobles no longer mind giving the Night some face.

After the major noble factions spoke up, the remaining minor nobles followed suit, and the Senate meeting appeared peaceful at this moment, but this was just the tip of the iceberg.

"Then—the title of Lord Lista Night's newly ennobled status has been unanimously approved."

Next is the proposal from His Excellency Sempronius Gracchus (Gracchus the Elder), requesting that Tiberius participate in the tribune election ahead of schedule…

Meanwhile, the senators below were like ants on a hot plate, discussing amongst themselves.

This time they weren't so easy to talk to—

The proposal regarding the Great Grac had just been made.

Some of the senators and nobles below couldn't stand it.

I disagree—!

According to Roman law, one had to be at least thirty years old to run for tribunal of the plebs.

This is against the rules!

It's normal for some people to protest.

Although the Gracchi family was at its zenith at this time, with Scipio the Great as his backer, Gracchi the Elder had even risen to the highest position of Roman consul, and not long after Gracchi the Elder stepped down, there were still many Gracchi family factions in the Senate.

However, this does not mean that the Gracchus family had no enemies in the Senate.

Every powerful family has one or more political rivals.

Even Scipio Abraham had his impeachments—let alone Gracchus.

At this time, some people were unwilling to see Tiberius, the young Gracchus, enter the Roman political arena so quickly.

The influence of the Great Gracchi was still strong, and they didn't need to see another Gracchi develop as quickly, even though the Gracchi brothers were highly regarded by the younger generation of Roman nobles and the Senate, and even had the potential to become new consuls in the future.

But at this moment, not only the political enemies of the Gracchus family, but even the Gracchus family's allies were unwilling to mention Billius's rapid development.

If the Gracchi family were to serve several consecutive terms as Roman consuls, wouldn't the entire Roman Senate become a one-man show dominated by their family?

This is something that no nobleman can tolerate.

therefore--