Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Small-scale!

Compared to the battlefield of Troy, the danger before us is utterly insignificant.

Chapter 43: Establishing order, yet trampling on it—this is Rome; humans are not like monkeys.

The cage broke...

"The cage is broken."

"I know...!!!! Impossible, how could such a small body unleash such astonishing destructive power?"

"This is incredible!" On the high platform, everyone watched the scene unfold with shock and emotion.

I was just thinking that at least the cage wasn't broken yet, when the cage was kicked away and disappeared?

People's breathing quickened...

Soon someone exclaimed in surprise, as a new and dramatic turn of events occurred on the field.

Faced with the overwhelming power of the night, the lion pride did not choose to turn and run away. Instead, they were provoked and launched an attack. However, just as the closest lion pounced, the night suddenly held the wooden spear in front of him and jammed it into the lion's mouth.

Just as people were worried that the wooden spear would be bitten through and that Ye would die, an awkward scene unfolded. The lion fiercely bit down, but after biting for a long time, it couldn't even break a notch in the wooden spear.

For a moment, the beast with low intelligence was also confused, unable to understand why its proudly sharp teeth could not even break a stick, and even had a toothache.

The next moment, before the lion could react, Ye suddenly roared, centered on his spear and twisted his waist, leaping onto the lion's back and nearly spinning the lion's head 360 degrees off.

At this moment, the chains on Ye's hands had already locked the lion's neck. He exerted a sudden force, and then... (The sentence is incomplete and ends abruptly, likely due to a transcription error or incomplete text.)

The spectacle of violent aesthetics unfolds before everyone's eyes.

As if Hercules himself had come to life, the chains creaked and groaned mournfully as the arms of night stretched out.

The lion, bound in a circle, let out a terrified roar, and the next moment—bang!—the chains snapped completely, and Ye's hands were freed.

He then suddenly turned around and fired a shot, piercing through a lion that was eyeing his back and trying to launch a sneak attack.

Night rolled off the dead lion, quickly went to the corpse of another lion that had been pierced, pulled out his weapon, and then, as smoothly as flowing water, fired another shot at the other lion without hesitation.

Then, before the residual power of the divine gun's enhancement dissipated, he quickly picked up the gun again, threw it, and picked it up again!

Before people could react, the pride of lions had been shot dead.

It was so fast! People stared wide-eyed, their scalps tingling. By the time they finally saw Ye standing on the lions' corpses, covered in blood, they were trembling so much they could barely speak.

For a moment, my brain couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

'Did I blink and miss something exciting?' Everyone couldn't help but have this thought in their mind.

The lions looked so absurd and comical that it seemed as if they were vying to be thrown into each other's gun barrels.

This wasn't a battle... it was a massacre!

"I must not be fully awake yet..."

In less than three breaths, he killed an entire pride of adult lions! Silence fell, a deathly stillness descending upon everyone after the shocking series of killings. Someone spoke up then.

The next moment, the people who finally realized what was happening erupted in a thunderous cheer.

"Oooooooooooooooo~!!!"

"He's too strong!! He's so strong he's not even human!!"

"Even the legendary heroes of the mythical era couldn't compare to this!! Hahaha! It was totally worth it! I really made the right choice coming today. I actually witnessed such an incredible scene!"

Although the power of the night instilled fear in them instinctively, his strength, and the simple, brutal, clean, and bloody way he killed the lion, did not frighten them; instead, they screamed wildly.

Rome in this era still inherited the barbaric and fierce spirit of ancient Greece. They were warlike and courageous, placing their glory in swords and shields. Deep down, the Romans also possessed a strong aggressive nature; their thinking was almost entirely instinctive, and most chose to follow their inner desires.

This warlike nature led Rome to frequently wage war on multiple fronts, and even now, it maintains multiple battlefields along its northern and southern borders. Despite suffering more losses than victories, they persisted relentlessly; the warlike Romans possessed an unparalleled, almost fanatical, instinct for the strong!

Their innate tendency to admire the strong led them to become excited by the smell of blood after the initial shock and impact.

The night displays its purest power, as well as the fierce scene of its hands breaking free of chains and strangling a lion to death.

This explosive, wild physique instantly rekindled a certain emotion ingrained in the blood of the distinguished guests on the platform, making them eager to act.

At this moment, these frantic sounds only made Ye feel extremely noisy.

Like Greece, this era was barbaric and bestial, utterly indifferent to life, yet rigidly hierarchical. Despite establishing order, even those at the very top frequently led their followers to trample upon it.

In the past, those who established order in Greece, yet casually trampled on it, were the gods of Olympus. Now, they are the Roman nobles who spend their days idly watching humans and livestock slaughter each other.

In comparison, Greece was perhaps far superior. At least the heroes and gods still maintained some semblance of dignity, exhibiting a degree of subtle self-restraint. In Rome, however, the dark scenes depicted in the arena were probably something everyone had long since become accustomed to.

Even ordinary people in Rome did not consider slaves to be human beings. There was a hierarchy of contempt, from nobles to citizens to free people, and finally to slaves.

Don't be fooled by the fact that these people are now applauding, screaming, and even cheering excitedly, throwing around large sums of money.

But Ye knew that these people were just like spectators watching a circus performance. No matter how happy and pleased humans were to see the monkeys perform, the monkeys would always be monkeys, and in their hearts, their status could never compare to that of themselves.

Similarly, although Night displayed terrifying power at this moment, people believed that Night was controlled as long as he was in the arena and could not harm the people on his platform. It was precisely because of this that they were able to accept this monstrous power so quickly and lacked any sense of awe.

—Can a knife with a blade tip still kill someone?

It is precisely because they have no worries that they can be so crazy about checking in at night.

But soon, Ye's next move left everyone speechless, as if their throats were being choked.

Suddenly, Ye brandished his wooden spear and thrust it twice rapidly at his own feet.

With a snap, the shackles on Ye's feet broke, and Ye's hands and feet were finally completely freed from their restraints.

He planted the spear in the ground, then casually tore off the blood-stained, sticky slave clothes—the upper garment that was almost like a rag—and threw it aside, revealing a lean, muscular physique that looked like that of a Greek hero when undressed.

Night began to move her wrists and ankles, while her eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the entire route of the venue.

Chapter Forty-Four: They obeyed the voice of their hearts, worshipping the master of great power.

A feeling suddenly welled up in everyone's hearts.

This 'slave' doesn't seem to intend to calmly face the so-called trials; he seems to be planning something else. Does he want to rebel against the slave owners here?

What an absurd conjecture! People wanted to shake their heads and sweep the thought away, but it seemed to have taken root and sprouted, lingering in their minds like a nightmare.

Thinking of the terrifying strength Ye had just displayed, people felt a chill run down their spines. Could this man really have succeeded? The slave owner, who also considered this possibility, was now somewhat panicked.

The terrifying power Ye had just displayed made him fear that the slamming iron cage and the cracking lion's arm would land a punch on him and kill him.

But looking at Ye's well-built muscles and handsome face, as muscular as Apollo, a figure that could make any Roman noblewoman swoon with desire at first glance—

Slave owner: '...' How come he didn't realize from the beginning that such a frail appearance could house such a beastly body and soul?

The slave owner suddenly summoned the two henchmen who had been guarding the gate and ordered, "You two—!! Go and inform him to proceed to the next trial, to venture into that crocodile-infested pond. Tell him not to do anything unnecessary."

The slave owner only dared to speak like that, but he didn't mention a word about Ye damaging the cage or unauthorizedly removing the handcuffs, shackles, and chains. The two thugs were starting to panic.

"Huh?!" We're going there?!

They were also afraid of being smashed into a pulp by that terrifying fist!

Why don't you go yourself? Don't you always prefer to personally take the stage when you're making announcements or giving speeches in front of others?

The thugs were somewhat resentful, but under the threatening gaze of the slave owner, the two workers quickly compromised. Then, bolstering their courage, they headed towards the square via the employee entrance. They dared not cross this terrifying square directly to the center.

Time passed slowly, and although only a few dozen seconds had passed, many people felt as if a year had gone by, whispering among themselves about what was to come, whether out of curiosity, worry, fear, or excitement.

Then, when the henchmen finally reached Night, they conveyed the slave owner's words, urging Night to move on to the next area and not to stay in the safe zone any longer.

Having just warmed up his limbs and fully adapted to his current strength, Ye slowly placed his hands back on the wooden spear and gripped the shaft, as if he would draw the spear at any moment.

At the same time, his gaze was quietly fixed on the entrance to the arena, where the slave owners and slaves were located.

'Completely ignored...' The thugs watched this scene with a surge of anger and embarrassment.

In a moment of impulsiveness, one of the thugs stepped forward to push Ye forward, but before his hand could touch Ye's body, Ye slowly raised his hand in the air and suddenly swung it over, finally slapping it on the thug's temple.

Bang~! ! !

The lightning-fast palm strike was swiftly unleashed and then withdrawn. The instantaneous attack pierced the thug's brain, but it did not generate a strong impact that sent him flying.

Ye Na's formidable mental strength and combat talent, along with the multiple enhancements from the demigod template, further improved his control over power and his skills.

What outsiders perceive is that Ye suddenly reached out and then withdrew his hand.

As if he had done nothing, he walked past the thug and walked forward. When he had his back completely to the thug, the thug's body suddenly collapsed heavily to the ground.

The moment the thug fell to the ground, it was like a fuse, and panicked screams erupted throughout the arena.

Murder! The man killed an employee of the arena.

At this point, people could finally be certain that the initial feeling was not just a feeling, but that the night was truly preparing to rebel.

"Stop him!!" the slave owner shouted in terror. The other surviving henchman immediately turned and ran.

Instead of pursuing the safe passage, Ye, knowing that the shortest distance between the two points was a straight line, and with full confidence, chose to rush directly towards the slave owner's location. Along the way, no man-made traps or dangers, such as wild beasts or forests of knives, could stop Ye's steps in the slightest.

He pierced through the plaza like a shooting star, and just before reaching the entrance, he suddenly ducked, assumed a fighting stance, and unleashed his most powerful shot—BOOM!

It was a hasty, unprepared attack, delivered without any preparation, but it was still an attack executed with the strongest throwing technique.

Even though he wasn't wielding a real divine weapon, his current night combat power was nowhere near his strongest peak state in the simulated universe. But to put it jokingly—in the simulated universe, I was timid and couldn't beat anyone, but in the real universe, I'm a force to be reckoned with!

With his current strength, he could easily crush the slave owners and their so-called henchmen.

That night, he blasted the gate open with a single shot, then slowly walked out of the entrance, stepping through the dust.

The night at this moment seemed to bring an immense sense of oppression, much like when Achilles descended from the sky in the past.

The trembling slave owner at this moment was no longer the Night of the past; his behavior was utterly pathetic. Having witnessed the divinely powerful scene just now, he burst into tears and kowtowed violently to Night.

The arena was in complete chaos, filled with screams and the sight of VIPs fleeing.

That's terrifying!!!

What was that just now?!

One shot—! A single shot shattered the gate, as if a myth had come to life, but it was just a wooden gun.

No one doubted that with such astonishing power, even earthen walls and rock walls would be blasted open by this wooden spear.

This must be what they mean by "earth-shattering."

The distinguished guests finally panicked and began to worry that their lives were threatened.

In reality, the monster they feared was completely oblivious to their existence. The slave owners were still desperately begging for mercy out of fear, and had no will to fight the monster.

But Ye simply shot him, ending his filthy life, and then looked at the old man, Haruman Julius.