Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

I will never allow you to look down on me.

After today, I will become your eternal nightmare.

Victory will never favor you.

Because there is only one person who will emerge victorious, and that is me—Stratho!

The Romans' inherent arrogance and desire for self-expression meant they didn't know what humility was, as evidenced by Strabo's confident words at this moment.

The sound was quite loud, perhaps even intentionally intended for people in the surrounding square to hear it...

Immediately, countless ordinary people developed a great deal of goodwill towards this man with strong self-confidence.

Rome, a country that believes in the supremacy of the strong, is a place where power and dominance are highly valued.

Meanwhile, the civilians who had already been secretly bribed by Strabo began chanting Strabo's name in the crowd.

Suddenly——

"Strappo Pompeii!!"

"Strappo Pompeii!!!" Countless people were caught up in the atmosphere and couldn't help but scream and cheer.

however--

Strabo was enjoying the cheers of the crowd, looking radiant with a faint smile on his face.

Sudden--

He noticed the somewhat pitying gaze on Yena's face as she stood next to Tiberius.

That look pierced Strabo's proud heart.

——! ! !

Chapter Ninety-Two: According to the Twelve Tables, it's the death penalty, Your Excellency.

Strabo Pompeii, the pride of the Pompeii family, was considered the most outstanding talent among the young people of Rome in his generation.

Regardless of their background, talent, or life experience, they can be described as having had a smooth and successful life.

Such an outstanding life profile also instilled in him a strong sense of self-esteem.

Strapo could sense the genuine pity and sympathy in Ye's gaze as he looked at the clown, a feeling that came from the heart, and it was absolutely not feigned.

Not only Tiberius—even the 'last hero of Rome'—did he think he would lose?

Why! ! !

Damn it, do they despise me so much?

Or do you think I'm not even qualified to be Tiberius's enemy?

However, Strabo never dreamed that from the very beginning, the so-called opponent was just a figment of his imagination.

Neither Tiberius himself nor Night ever took him seriously.

The tribunes election was just a stepping stone; their real goal was to shake up the foundations of Roman law and implement a sweeping reform.

Compared to that grand goal, the so-called election seemed too petty. In their minds, the central square was not even a battlefield.

At this moment, Strapopompey, unable to contain his emotions, couldn't help but ask in a questioning tone, "This must be Lord Lista Night."

I heard that you have acquired a noble surname and become a newly ennobled.

I wonder which small family name it inherited from. Could you tell me? Maybe I know something about it.

However, to be honest, with your abilities, it would be a waste of your talents to inherit the name of a small family.

"If you are willing to marry into our Pompeii family, I can arrange for my sister to marry you."

Originally intending to question why Night looked down on him, Strabo, he suddenly changed his tone at the last minute and began to win Night over.

Although the other party had made a mistake that caused many nobles in the Senate to dislike him, and his future political career was basically hopeless.

However, the opponent's strength is still quite good...

Perfect timing! Rome is currently embroiled in numerous wars. If we can use a marriage alliance to tether this mighty lion to the Pompey family's chariot, we can achieve our goal.

He could then leverage the opponent's strength to achieve numerous victories on the battlefield and ensure a smooth career path.

however--

When Strabo spoke, he found that not only Night, but even Tiberius was looking at him with the eyes of someone who was an idiot.

Then, he politely addressed Night beside him, saying, "Ahem, please don't mind Night. Lord Strabo probably didn't think much of it and just blurted out something carelessly. He simply misspoke."

And... Your Excellency Strabo, didn't you just address my friend by his full name?

However, I don't think it's just the name of a small family.

The surnames of all the heroes who shed their blood for Rome are names that should be remembered and respected.

Tiberius's words immediately caused Strabo's face to turn bright red with embarrassment.

On the other side, Night was even less polite and said directly, "Didn't you call out my name, Lista Night?"

He then stated directly that he had no interest in a marriage alliance.

This thoroughly enraged Strabo. Although it was somewhat irrational of him to directly solicit the other party in the square, making him lose face in front of so many people was even more painful than killing Strabo.

Strabo didn't think it was his fault, and then Strabo, in a fit of anger, said, "Ha—I know you and Tiberius Gracchus are very close, so it seems you also think Tiberius is bound to win, is that right?"

Do you look down on the Pompeii family and want to form a marriage alliance with the Gracchus family?

Then you've made a mistake. Tiberius only has one sister, who is already married to Scipio the Younger.

Or is it that you've taken a fancy to...?

"Shut up...!!" Before Strabo could finish speaking, Night suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of oppressive gazes.

His cold, emotionless tone suddenly rose loudly—

“Strappo Pompeii...you are truly tarnishing and disgracing the Pompeii family name.”

Strapo was startled by a gaze, a dangerous gaze like that of a lion awakening, a predator looking down at its prey, a natural predator—the gaze of someone at the top of the food chain.

He seems to have done something wrong, angering a real lion.

Out of pride as an old aristocrat, Strabo actually looked down on Ye, a commoner nobleman who had come from humble beginnings. In his mind, it was an honor for Ye to offer his sister in marriage.

But the other party's direct and unequivocal rejection, without even a second's hesitation, caused him to lose face.

Out of anger, he questioned the other person, but unexpectedly he was frightened by a single look and a single voice.

This made Strapo tremble with shame...

He clenched his sweaty hands, forcing himself to remain calm as he met the gaze and said with dissatisfaction, "What are you talking about? How have I brought shame to the family—Lord Lista Night, if you can't give me a reasonable explanation..."

Then I—”

However, before Strapo could finish speaking, just as he was about to assert himself, he was interrupted again.

Night arrived with an even more forceful voice—

"Explanation?! In the sacred central square of Rome, you slandered two nobles, and even the war god Scipio Africanus, who was revered by the people who made countless great contributions to Rome."

No, it should be said that there were three nobles.

I, the Gracchus family, the family of Scipio the Younger. Your Excellency Strabo, I mean no offense, but please allow me to question you.

This is not a questioning of your family background, but a questioning of your character and conduct.

Strapo: "What?!"

Strabo's face flushed red with anger; he was deeply furious at Night's outrageous words.

Questioning his character and conduct?

"What right do you have to question me!"

"According to Table VIII of the Twelve Tables, Articles 1 and 5—"

Anyone who defames a nobleman or another person in writing, or publicly sings lyrics that insult others, shall be sentenced to death!

Those who cause accidental harm to others shall be liable for compensation.

You publicly spread false rumors about my affair with Scipio's wife.

This has deeply damaged our reputation. According to the Twelve Tables, Mr. Strabo…

I have every right to question you, and not demanding that you be sentenced to death is already the greatest mercy we can show.

However, we demand that you compensate us, the three noble families, for substantial emotional distress and damage to our reputation. Considering that this stigma might lead to public misunderstanding, resulting in passive-aggressive behavior or even physical violence, you must also compensate us for personal safety protection costs.

That night, he loudly and proudly swore this oath, and calmly watched Strabo from a bird's-eye view.

At that moment, Strabo felt immense pressure from Strabo's cold and emotionless demeanor.

Strapo was immediately drenched in sweat!

The Twelve Tables?!

Damn it! This thing is just a law that nobles constantly modify and arbitrarily define according to their own understanding in order to protect their own interests. Normally, no noble would really take it seriously.

but--

Chapter Ninety-Three: Compensation from Ten Tarrants to One Hundred Tarrants—Gaius is Ruthless Enough.

Strapo's lips were trembling!

How hateful, how utterly hateful! This is outrageous! You can't treat people like this.

Although the Twelve Tables were usually regarded as correct by the nobles and were not taken seriously at all.

But Strapo still retained some sense, maintaining a last shred of clarity.

He's campaigning for tribunal right now in the square!

As a candidate for tribunal of the plebs, could he really ridicule the so-called Twelve Tables as utterly worthless in front of so many commoners?

That was to the extent of throwing Roman law to the ground and trampling on it; it could be described as utterly trampling on the law and wantonly humiliating it.

Although this is what nobles usually do...

But at least it can't be made public.

By openly refuting Roman law, who would still believe in this nobleman, and how could he possibly have any commoners supporting him?