Simulating the Universe, Starting with Speedrunning Greece

And Ye and Tiberius really seemed to not care about Carl's death, and continued to do their daily tasks according to their own lifestyle.

After Carl's death, he moved on without sadness.

Well - if you ignore their shaking arms.

After several days of travel, Rome - they were finally back!

As soon as he arrived in Rome, he heard countless enthusiastic cheers.

Someone shouted excitedly: "Our hero is back!!!"

Night and Tiberius: This is...?

[He crossed the 25-kilometer Ebro River and fought alone against thousands of Spanish troops, half of whom escaped.

Your reputation has already spread to Rome, and even when you were on your way back to the capital, many people had already heard your legend.

They calculated the time of your arrival in Rome, and countless Roman civilians and nobles spontaneously held a grand triumphal celebration for you in front of the city gates.

Although in the end only you and Tiberius arrived in Rome.

But this does not affect the fact that people love you as heroes.

"The Last Hero of Rome", that's how people shouted your name...

In this era when all battlefields are being lost and no one is able to fight, people believe that if there is still a hero in Rome, it would be you -!

However, when everyone was cheering the name of Rome's last hero.

But your mind is replaying the dead soldiers.

The living are bathed in glory and loved by the people, but those who truly sacrificed for Rome are forgotten - they have already fallen.

They are nameless because no one remembers their names.

People are singing praises of love and hope, glory and power.

But Ye heard Tiberius crying beside him...

You ask him why he is crying -

He said: "Because no one else is crying, I am crying for them..."

If even the motherland has forgotten the names of those heroes and no one cares about them, then wouldn't their souls be truly dead after they die?

Oblivion is more terrible than death...】

Yes, forgetfulness is more terrible than death.

Ye suddenly remembered the 300 Spartan warriors of the Battle of Thermopylae. Everyone remembered the name Leonidas, because that was the name of the leader of the Spartan warriors who created the great feat and miracle of the Battle of Thermopylae - the name of the "king".

But who would remember the names of the other three hundred warriors?

Just like now, the people are cheering Ye’s own name.

But Ye did not feel any joy in his heart, and even felt extremely heavy.

Compared to the "Last Hero of Rome", as expected - he still wanted to be the "Magnus" in the eyes of those warriors.

Finally, Ye rode his horse expressionlessly through the flower path built for him by the Roman people.

...It really makes me angry.

Ye's hands holding the reins suddenly clenched.

What a last hero, the gatekeeper of Roman glory, the perfect battle of the Ebro.

As he stepped onto this passage, he heard countless excited praises and boasts.

Even the nobles who came to greet them kept cheering, with warm smiles on their faces, as if they wanted to show their goodwill.

But they didn't know that the more they said this, the more irritated Ye became, the expression on his face became more indifferent, and his eyes became colder.

What light of hope to save Rome? People always believe in some false rumors.

When the politicians used countless lies to weave the so-called "destined" hero, the battle itself was synonymous with miracles.

But Ye didn't think so.

Miracles are something that only have a shelf life. If it weren’t for those 43 people who watched over each other along the way, and if it weren’t for those 39 people who fought bloody battles all the way, risking all their crazy willpower, it would be impossible to succeed.

Without any one of them, they could not perform the so-called miracle and escape back to Rome.

And all the people died... What kind of miracle is this where everyone sacrificed themselves?

Ye once thought that after knowing his fate, he could save everything and save those unfair fates.

But he can only redeem the visible destiny...

Finding himself caught up in a fate that had never been described in history, he learned a lesson from fate.

People can only change what they know, not what they don't know. This feeling of powerlessness makes him very frustrated, and it seems as if there is a fire burning in his chest.

He had clearly done a good job, even though no one supported him or backed him.

The will to fight to the end of the world alone is right...

however--

Thinking of the loyalty of those deserters whom he had not believed in at first, and even doubted;

Those figures that I once didn’t care about.

The night was silent for a long time:………………

When the two of them left after the grand welcome party, they were finally alone for a while.

Tiberius suddenly asked: "What are you thinking about now, Ye..."

Night: “I’m thinking—

Bring my soldiers back to life...

When the plain words fell that night, Tiberius' body trembled slightly, and his face, which had been smiling because he had just seen his family after a long time at the celebration, froze again.

Just ask yourself - when you hear such heavy words.

How could he still laugh at this moment?

Chapter 80: Hero? Honor is worthless when you beg on the street

Back in Rome...

Tiberius and Ye separated temporarily and returned to their family, then went to the Senate and started to get busy.

And Ye——because of his brilliant performance on the battlefield, he was also offered olive branches by many old Roman nobles and forces.

There were countless families who wanted to marry him and tie him to a warship.

They promised that as long as Ye could become a family with them, they would arrange the most complete promotion channel for him.

Soon he would be a member of the nobility and join the Senate...

They even used the title of "The Last Hero of Rome" to build up some momentum. Even though Ye had not yet reached the age of 30 as required by Roman law, they still had the confidence to make an exception and help Ye participate in politics early.

Starting with the tribunes, becoming governors or Roman consuls in the future will no longer be a luxury.

Ye rejected all of this. He had no interest in this kind of thing now...

Until, a week later, after returning to Rome.

Night: "Is everything ready?"

Tiberius: “Well, I have applied for the post-war pensions for everyone’s family from the Senate and have distributed them personally.

The Karl family's surname has also been taken back, so I'd like to trouble you to go there in person and return the remaining things and their family's surname to the child..."

Ye: "Yes. Leave it to me, but you won't go.

You no longer hate Carl now, right? "

Tiberius: “Of course I don’t hate him anymore… Rather, I feel very guilty towards him.

To everyone too...

If you hadn't brought me with you, at your speed you would have swum to the shore and returned to Rome long ago.

but--"

Night: “But…?”

Tiberius: “I have more important things to do.

To allow more soldiers like Carl to obtain what should belong to them.

Maybe I'm running away.

I don’t have the face to see that man’s child…”

Ye nodded and did not force Tiberius. Instead, he tied up the two swords of Carl that Tiberius had sent people to search for on the battlefield during this period and put them on his back.

He knew what Tiberius was going to do next.

And that was Ye's original goal, he would help the other party, but now——

Ye finally left alone and went to the address that Carl had left behind. He still had some words to convey on behalf of Carl.

The location on the address was found that night.

--"Who are you?"

A boy who opened the gate looked suspiciously into the night.

Although Ye is not known to everyone in Rome now, the name "The Last Hero of Rome" can be said to be a household name.

Obviously, the boy was one of the few exceptions. He had never been there on the day of triumph and did not know the existence of the night.

Ye didn't care about it, he looked at the boy.

Although he was wearing servant's clothes, he still looked well-dressed and wealthy. He had the same skin color and hair color as Carl, and their appearance was almost identical.

"Your Carl's son?"

"...! Who are you?! I don't know the name you said."

There was a flash of surprise, panic and disgust in the boy's eyes.

Seeing his rejected look, Ye said nothing, but put down the sword tied behind his back and handed it to the boy.

"What are those?"

"They were your father's swords."

The boy knew that his father's sword being handed over to him meant that his father was no longer alive.

But even so, just as he was not surprised but disgusted when he first heard his father's name, he rejected everything related to his father.

Even though Carl is dead—

"Get lost, I don't need that kind of stuff. I don't care what that old man said to you, that's his own business and has nothing to do with me!!"

"Aren't you going to accept them? They are relics left to you by your father and also a symbol of honor..." Ye said slowly.

Of these two swords, one was found on the battlefield, and the other was in the inventory of the Roman treasury. One was rusty, and the other was an ancestral sword of the Karl family.

The symbolic meaning behind them is the glory of his ancestors that Carl fought back with his blood, and it is also the thing that the man cared about most during his lifetime.

Taking over the double swords means that the boy will take over his father's responsibilities and glorious medals, and at the same time he will be able to restore the family's name and become a new noble.

Ye didn’t tell the other person these...—just because of the boy’s look just now.

But he is Carl's child, and Ye is willing to give him a chance.

If one chooses to inherit his father's legacy, then the fame, fortune and wealth that comes with it are what he deserves.

But if he hated it from the bottom of his heart, he would even reject his dead father's last wish.

"I don't care about honor or disgrace, throw them away.

Or - that kind of broken copper and iron garbage, if you like it, just keep it for yourself." The boy said disdainfully, with a sarcastic look in his eyes.

It seems absurd, stupid and ridiculous that someone would regard such a sharp weapon as a treasure.