Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

A slave who has been restored to free status and possesses property exceeding 3000 asses and a child over five years of age can become a Roman citizen again.

My father once liberated countless slaves and was loved and supported by many common people. Even the Senate did not reject such a positive change.

From a young age, Tiberius aspired to one day become as great as his father, shining brightly for a better Rome.

Due to various influences, he had actually begun to pay attention to Rome's military problems and the irrationality of various conscription practices quite early on.

He felt a deep pity for those soldiers who, like slaves, suffered numerous injustices.

But Tiberius knew beforehand...

He is different from his father.

The policies advocated by my father did not touch upon the core interests of the Senate.

That's why it was able to proceed smoothly and gain everyone's love and respect.

But he's different...

Tiberius had already conceived a grand plan in his mind, but he had previously backed down due to hesitation and fear.

He kept this ambition hidden in his heart until—

During the recent Spanish Civil War, Tiberius encountered Night and Karl.

"You gave me the courage to do everything!"

In the past, I wanted to be a great person like my father; that was my dream.

But now I've discovered that there's something more challenging and more demanding than dreams: responsibility.

It is no longer just my dream.

It is the common expectation of everyone.

Some of Rome's current laws are flawed. A truly just person needs to step forward and change things.

I feel I shouldn't run away anymore...

Reform is never a lighthearted term that can be jokingly uttered.

I no longer fight because I admire someone's appearance.

Instead, they are prepared to strive for a tomorrow where everyone can smile.

Now I think I understand a little better what my father was thinking back then.

Tiberius looked at Night with such sincerity and then suddenly bowed deeply to Night.

"Please help me, night."

I need your strength! Forgive my weakness, I know I can't do anything on my own.

If you hadn't come along, I probably would have ended up on this path anyway.

Like moths drawn to a flame, even knowing there will be no good outcome, they still can't help but gamble and go all out!

I probably won't succeed in the end, and I'll become a laughing stock in everyone's eyes.

But I want to prove that at least I fought for it and struggled against it.

You showed me that even after madness, miracles can still happen!

"Take me one last time into madness, Lista Night Magnus!!"

After speaking his heartfelt words, Tiberius closed his eyes and waited anxiously.

He said everything he needed to say, everything he wanted to say, and even things he didn't know he was saying.

Whether the other party agrees or not is truly up to fate.

But Tiberius felt he was being somewhat selfish; he secretly hoped that Night would agree.

And what about the night?

He took a deep breath—

Looking at the man in front of me, whom I had originally intended to help.

His mindset is completely different now compared to when he first came to Rome to simulate the universe.

This was never a game.

The Sims is not a game of life.

His decision determined every change in the simulated universe, and might even truly affect a trace of the cosmic concept.

A foolish yet romantic idealist—

It was only at this moment that he discovered Tiberius—! This man who failed in his reforms in history, and who, it is said, was ultimately beaten to death along with more than three hundred supporters, their flesh turned to mush.

He was not foolish, nor was he unaware of the strong obstacles to reform; rather, from the very beginning, he acted as if he were destroying himself, recklessly pursuing his convictions.

He had saintly ideas about saving the world, but he lacked both the ability and the patience to do so!

Should we help this man?

A slight ripple rose in my heart as I solemnly and earnestly questioned my own inner self for the first time.

And wasn't the answer already decided long ago?

Chapter 83 Tiberius Teams Up with Night to Scam His Brother

He agreed to help Gracchus, but made a three-point agreement with Tiberius Gracchus.

From now on, all of Tiberius's actions must be discussed with him before they can be carried out.

If the night forbids him from doing something, he absolutely cannot do it—

If this contract is broken, Night can leave Tiberius at any time.

In the final, scrutinizing gaze of the night—

Tiberius looked at him with the same naive and confused expression one might give a naive young man, but he still agreed to the condition.

He felt that Ye's gaze was somewhat impolite, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

Night: 'I can't let you go to the Senate like a fool, without any preparation, and just show up without any preparation.'

He didn't want to wait for Tiberius's younger brother, another Gracchus, to return only to find his brother's minced meat sauce.

After reaching an agreement with Tiberius, the first thing Night asked Tiberius to do was to call his brother back from the Spanish Civil War.

When they retreated from the Spanish battlefield, the Senate had already dispatched Scipio Africanus and Gracchus the Younger to stabilize the situation.

Gracchus the Younger even holds the same position as Tiberius this time: treasurer.

Rather than putting this child in Tiberius's position and letting him be tricked again, it's better to bring him back sooner and start a red storm together.

Night, who knew the future, knew just how outstanding Tiberius's brother was, especially in reforming things; he was several levels above Tiberius.

Tiberius didn't want his brother to suffer the same miserable experience as him on the front lines. Although he didn't know how Night knew about his brother, he still wrote a letter urging his brother to return as soon as possible.

Even to prevent the possibility of the younger brother refusing—

Under Night's instigation, Tiberius was instructed to write a letter pretending to be seriously ill or even dying, urging him to return as soon as possible.

then--

Tiberius hardened his heart and wrote directly: "My dear brother, Gaius sempronius Gracchus. When you receive this letter, I hope I am still alive when you return to Rome."

A major upheaval is about to occur in Rome, and no one can remain unaffected.

Forgive me, Gaius. I cannot tell you now what will happen.

All I can say is that someone wants to kill me, rip out my bone marrow, blind me, and poison my voice.

They wanted to blind me, mute me, break my last backbone, and make me kneel forever, wailing incessantly... unable to do anything.

There is no time.

If you can't get back in time, you might see your brother turn into a sandwich.

These are food terms a friend taught me; they're quite interesting descriptions.

You can imagine it as me being crushed into a pulp by two giant rocks under immense pressure.

If you really come back too late, I hope that after I die, you will carry on my will and continue to fight, never giving in.

I left all the truth in the place where we used to play as children, under that big tree.

As I write this, my vision is already blurry, and I can no longer make a sound; I can only sob silently.

I know this is all the pain they inflicted on me!

They wanted me to be intimidated, afraid, and to bow down—but Gracchus never gave in.

No?

My dear brother, I know that even if I don't let you join, you will eventually discover the truth and continue down my path.

Because that's just your personality—"

Tiberius felt he had almost finished writing this, so he quickly wrapped it up and breathed a sigh of relief.

I feel guilty for deceiving my younger brother like this.

Although they do want to do something big, they haven't started yet. The Senate is completely unaware of their secret plans and is even considering him and Ye as rising stars of Rome, intending to nurture them.

Tiberius even played a little trick in the letter.

He described his condition as if the enemy had already begun their operation to blind or poison him.

Her vision was blurred because she was talking to Ye about her past experiences and was grieving the deaths of Karl and the others.

He couldn't make a sound because he had forcibly suppressed the grief in his heart.

Just as he was about to continue crying, Ye shut him down with a single sentence—

'What is this you looking at? What's with that look? And those tears? Can your tears save Rome?'

What else could Tiberius say? He could only intensify his schemes against his brother to ease the pent-up frustration in his heart.

Through the internal resources of the Grac family, the letter was quickly delivered to the front lines.

Gaius sempronius Gracchus was initially delighted to receive the letter from home, but after reading it, he was immediately furious.

Who wants to kill my brother?!