Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Are there really that many commoners who support Tiberius?

And how come they're all so strong?

Ignoring equipment, in terms of military bearing alone, the enemy's morale was actually superior to theirs, even giving them a clear advantage.

Holy crap! This is unbelievable.

"Damn it, I knew Tiberius was an ambitious schemer."

Otherwise, why would he have so many armed 'soldiers' around him? Everyone, take a good look at this man's true colors and don't be fooled by his sweet talk!

He doesn't want to speak for you at all; he just wants to mislead you and use your power to rule Rome!

A young nobleman proclaimed loudly.

Although he subconsciously categorized the civilians in front of him as 'soldiers' in order to gain the moral high ground, little did he know that the people opposite him were actually a group of veterans.

But clearly, no one listened to what was being said at this moment; instead, they cursed and insulted the young nobleman's family.

Do they really think they're fools, blind?

You were having a blast when you were slashing people earlier, so why do you seem to be trying to reason with them now that you can't win?

The young nobles, whose families were being questioned, immediately became emotional.

Like game characters who have been mocked, all they want to do now is kill all the lowly people here.

"Keep going..."

These people don't even have a decent weapon. What's there to be afraid of...!

"Do you think their flesh and blood can withstand the swords in your hands?"

However—just as a young nobleman finished speaking loudly…

—The next moment, he glanced at the figure and saw it slowly walking out of the army, being constantly made way for by the other soldiers. He immediately trembled.

He stammered, repeatedly losing his voice: "Li...Lista—Night?!"

Impossible, that invincible hero.

How could you possibly be here?

You should have been there—

"In Rome, isn't it?" Night smiled, his gaze seemingly seeing right through him, his composure suggesting everything was calculated.

Faced with this "last hero of Rome," the young nobles felt as if their hearts had plummeted into an abyss.

This is a "trap"!

For no apparent reason, such a thought arose in my mind and then I couldn't shake it off.

The young nobleman and his dozens of private soldiers were trembling, and their hands gripping the swords were sweating.

Before him stood hundreds of strong, burly men who had surrounded him, along with "Rome's Last Hero," a pack of hunting dogs led by a lion.

Their only advantage, their weaponry, seemed to have become useless at this moment.

Now that the offensive and defensive postures of both sides have shifted, if we rush in without understanding the situation, wouldn't we just be lambs being led into the lion's mouth?

They ignored the nobles and private soldiers who were already living in constant fear and unease.

Suddenly, a loud noise erupted in the night—!

Chapter 110 Now I am justice, one kick and I'll crush a skull.

"My brave and skilled soldiers, it is time to take up arms to defend your sovereignty and dignity and reclaim everything that rightfully belongs to you."

While we were fighting on the front lines, some were reaping the benefits from the rear, dividing up all the spoils that rightfully belonged to us.

Now that we are taking back what belongs to us, some people are doing everything they can to stop us.

When we tried to protect our rights through the citizens' assembly and normal channels, we were met with forced and bloody repression and betrayal.

Tell me, soldiers! What else can we rely on to reclaim our dignity?

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The retired soldiers roared angrily, their eyes gleaming with predatory rage as they stared at the private soldiers before them.

Until now, before the battle, these retired soldiers still harbored a sliver of hope, even though they had been assigned to protect Tiberius...

But they still harbored a sliver of hope for their beloved and powerful homeland, Rome.

At least the Senate won't go too far; at most, they'll just stage some assassination attempts.

but?

But—! Who brings an army to assassinate someone?

This is clearly treating them as fools and forcibly killing Tiberius, whom they see as their hope.

Did the Senate think that by killing Tiberius, they would revert to being those obedient little lambs as before?

Some people may not be able to stand up after kneeling for a long time.

But they are definitely not—!

When they tried to stand up, someone wanted them to remain kneeling... So—

Are you all crazy?!

"Listaye, you actually keep a private army?" a young nobleman exclaimed in alarm.

He also overheard Ye referring to those burly men as soldiers without any attempt to conceal it.

At this moment, Ye merely glared angrily at the other party: "It's as if every noble family doesn't have a private army..."

Why don't you take a look at what you're carrying behind you?

Could they be a bunch of babies wielding swords and knives?

Night mocked mercilessly, instantly making the private soldiers blush.

To be laughed at as a baby—! This is an utter disgrace.

"This is different..."

We came with a mission, while you, Lista Night, keep soldiers to fulfill your own ambitions.

"You have violated Roman law. Do you and Tiberius both want to be the next emperor of Rome?" the other party shouted angrily, slapping a veiled insult on him.

He then persuaded the soldiers not to follow Ye and his men in their rebellion, suggesting that retreating now would be as if nothing had happened.

otherwise--

"What awaits you is only the suppression of the powerful Roman army...!"

Upon hearing the words "military suppression," the retired soldiers trembled, their bodies shook, and a hint of hesitation appeared on their faces.

At that moment, Ye suddenly spoke in a deep voice: "So, you're going to choose to give up?"

Do you really want to go back to that kind of life?

"I refuse!!!" a retired soldier suddenly roared through gritted teeth.

His voice trembled slightly...

Yes, anyone would feel fear, shrink back, or even be terrified upon hearing that they might face suppression from the Roman army.

Even though they were once members of that powerful army, they are now just ordinary people who just want to live a peaceful life.

I don't want to risk my life on the edge of a knife.

but……

They never flinched when faced with a blood-splattered battlefield, but will they retreat when faced with the threat of nobles?

After learning the whole truth!

They learned the truth that they had been exploited and oppressed all along.

From a normal person, a proud and powerful Roman soldier, he has fallen into a lone, reckless rogue.

He could only numb himself with alcohol all day long, and gradually he ended up living among garbage and open mud, and sometimes he even had to fight with wild dogs for food when things got tough.

During those days of oppression and exploitation, he thought countless times, wondering when Rome would remember him and them, the veterans.

Rome will not fail its soldiers who have contributed to its cause.

It has only forgotten for now; it will remember to repay them sooner or later.

But—what about it?

Someone told them about a future they could never hope for (pray for), and then they would be completely stripped of their human rights, reduced from free citizens to slaves.

Or——

To let one's body die in some unknown, secluded corner, dissolving into the dust along with rotting apples and garbage.

"I'd rather die than go back to that garbage-like life I used to live...!"

Countless retired soldiers were instantly moved and deeply touched!

In an instant, more and more voices of resistance rose up.

Upon hearing these moving voices, Ye smiled with satisfaction, then declared in an even more forceful voice, almost rebuking the young nobleman: "If Roman law has lost its inherent justice, and cannot even enable soldiers to uphold their basic public interests, then—now, I am justice!"

Having said that, Ye suddenly raised his forearm—and gave the order: "Kill!!"

Immediately, countless roaring retired soldiers rushed towards the weak lambs.

The private soldiers still wanted to rise up in resistance—

But Ye took the lead and immediately charged forward like a tiger descending the mountain or a dragon entering the sea. Relying on his invulnerable body, Ye simply abandoned defense and, as if only wanting to vent his emotions, began to fight bare-handed among the private soldiers.

His fist deflected the enemy's weapons, and the next moment he grabbed a young nobleman by the head and threw him like a bowling ball, sending a bunch of soldiers flying.

The other nobleman, the same young nobleman who had been so foul-mouthed earlier, exclaimed: "You—!!"

The other side looked in horror at the private soldiers who had already charged to the side, ignoring the guards in front, and who had rushed in so quickly, having just thrown their comrade away.

The next moment, Ye slapped him hard across the face.

The immense force sent him flying, just like his companion, splattering blood and mud in the air. This blow—even if he didn't die, he was probably left with only a breath left.

What the hell is this?

Did I give you permission to speak?