The moment Night returned to reality, in the city of Rome—
It was still nighttime.
The time he had spent in the simulated Roman universe wasn't long, and in the real world, not even a full night had passed.
However, after the journey he was mentally exhausted, so, he simply collapsed into sleep.
This left the two little slave girls, Ayla and Amy, who had been waiting for Night's call and hoping for his attention, utterly disappointed.
By the next morning.
The sun rose in the east, praising the glory of Apollo.
Countless Romans began their new day.
But in the minds of many, memories had subtly changed and so had reality.
If the conceptual universe was the core, then the real universe was the surface layer formed by the flow of data.
Changes in the core would cause the surface to shift, but a complete transformation was impossible.
After all, too many variables were at play.
It's like spilled water that can't be gathered back, or urine that can't be sucked back into the bladder...well directly.
Even things that have evaporated, been consumed, or completely integrated into new life forms are difficult to restore to their original state.
Unless time itself is completely reversed—
In the current reality of Rome, some core aspects have changed, while the finer details still align with the original history.
And now, as the central figures of these pivotal events..
Beneath the ruins of Carthage,.
Boom!
Suddenly, a loud noise was heard in the underground underworld temple. Countless Carthaginian undead soldiers instinctively fled in all directions, and many of them rushed directly into the blizzard world outside the temple where the soul could be frozen to death.
They were unwilling to stay in the temple even if they were frozen to death. This showed that they instinctively sensed something that was more terrifying than the blizzard world and that made them afraid.
In the next moment, in the darkness, a pair of crimson dragon eyes opened.
Clad in a cute little dress and a red hooded cloak, Helena opened her eyes with a hint of ferocity.
At this moment, her delicate, beautiful face showed a mix of resentment and anger, as if her favorite toy had been taken away, along with a trace of deep-seated hatred.
In this era, the hero Aeneas had not yet appeared.
Even the so-called Dragon of Carthage, Helena, had been greatly weakened by the fall of Carthage and had been in a deep slumber.
Until now, when she awoke.
"I'll find you, my hero—Aeneas!"
Helena, who was originally in resentment, suddenly seemed to have discovered something as her face lit up with a radiant smile, filled with joy.
The direction of this aura was—Rome?!
The Dragon of Rome "revived" in Rome.
Well...that sounded perfectly logical.
At this moment, she could sense the life force of her soulmate.
This was him.
In other words—he had returned to life after centuries apart.
Had he fought his way out of hell just to see her?
Oh, the mere thought of this possibility made Helena's face flush red, even though she didn't fully understand emotions.
It seemed she wasn't the only one eager for a second round of battle.
At this moment, aside from a touch of tenderness and affection, Helena was mostly filled with anticipation and excitement.
After all this time, how strong had he become after his revival?!
How strong?
Strong enough to crush her with a single slap?
*Ugh—!*
Just imagining that level of strength from the beloved made Helena's face flush with excitement.
Anything was possible—
Maybe this time, she could be the weaker one challenging the stronger one?!
Om the other side..
The lives of countless people had subtly changed, their memories now vastly different.
Though the world was still heading toward the Social War period.
Some who were supposed to die had survived, and some who were supposed to live had died.
The welfare and treatment of Rome's military had also improved significantly.
As the core figure of this major event, Night himself had gained many new memories and information.
It was as if the world had been corrected, but his mind now held both the pre-correction and post-correction memories.
Historically, there really had been a hero named Lista.
The exact details of his name were vague, and for the upper echelons of Rome, it seemed to be a taboo subject, forbidden from being mentioned among the people.
But among the common folk, the name Lista was still widely known.
The "Last Hero of Rome" after the Battle of the Ebro River, the man who struck fear into the hearts of rebel forces during the Spanish War, like the legendary Blue Flame Knight.
He was also the spiritual leader of countless soldiers, the man who, alongside the Gracchi brothers, proposed numerous reforms and brought corrupt nobles to justice.
If the Gracchi brothers hadn't fallen ill and left Rome early, leaving no one to suppress the Senate, which then gradually recovered its strength after a period of decline, and started suppressing the name of that hero, he could have become even more famous.
And at this time, due to the era's circumstances and his revised identity, Night was still a noble inheriting the name of the Lista family.
However, this identity only retained the corresponding paperwork, and he would need to go to the Senate to reactivate it.
His name, naturally, was still Lista Night.
The family tree was absurd...well...he was the only one on it.
Anyone with a bit of thought could connect him to that historical figure, they were clearly the same person.
But his appearance and age didn't match...
Still, those were trivial matters.
What Night cared about now was, did he just, apparently, cease to be undocumented?
Forget being a Roman citizen, he had directly become a noble.
According to the standard Roman promotion channels, for a commoner to become a noble, the only path was marrying into nobility or earning enough military merit.
And Roman law now explicitly prohibited marriage between nobles and commoners.
Unless you first achieved some political success—
But then another problem arose: most who achieved political success were newcomers supported by powerful noble families.
It was a vicious cycle.
It wasn't impossible for ordinary people to rise up, but apart from the military route, all other paths were practically blocked. Even going the military route without joining a faction would lead to suppression.
But now—
Night: I'm done pretending!
I, Lista Night—the bloodline heir of the hero Aeneas—have remembered the master password of Rome's founding ancestor.
With a noble identity, many things would now be much easier.
If before, he still had to rely a little on the power of the Caesar family and cooperate with them slightly, now, he could completely go solo.
However, he could still take advantage of the Caesar family's favor.
Although the Family of the Gods had declined, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. If he could absorb them as subordinates, they would surely become very useful... dogs.
No—good brothers!
After all, the Lista family and the Julius family, though from different fathers and mothers, were still real brothers carrying the bloodline of Aeneas!
Just like the connection between the Julius family and the Caesar family.
If there was a main house and a branch family, placing the Lista family above the Julius family—was that a problem?
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