The Trojan War, now that was a battle truly filled with heroes!
Those who were even slightly weaker wouldn't survive long, unable to see the sun of the next day.
And if they could be brought to the Greece of the Age of Gods, where the magical ether in the atmosphere was denser, a little stimulation might naturally awaken these Spartans.
But unfortunately, these slave warriors were not part of Night's own abilities.
His 43 Ebro River Warriors could only bring a specific group of 43 people into the simulated universe, belonging to his own power, while the slaves were external entities.
However, since a breakthrough in quality was temporarily out of reach, he would make up for it with quantity.
Before, Night had no money, and the number of strong warriors under his command was still too few, with only three Spartans.
Now that he had money, it sparked the idea of purchasing more Spartans.
He also wanted to form a group of three hundred Spartan warriors to play around with.
Before setting off, Night gathered the slaves together, and announced something to them—
"I'm very pleased to see that in just a few days, your spirit and energy have recovered, showing a brand-new appearance.
But merely regaining your vigor is not enough. I need you to become even stronger!"
"Soon, I will lead you to the battlefield to face armies of tens of thousands, even millions of allied forces!
In the future, I will take you to fight the Gauls, the Britons, and on their sacred lands of faith, we will crush their gods' statues beneath our feet and plant Roman spears across their lands.
Those who cannot keep up with my pace, I will abandon without hesitation, removing them from the ranks of warriors to become mere farmers.
I know you all crave to achieve great deeds, to regain your freedom, and even to marry, have children, and build your own glory with your own hands!
But I must also tell you, only the truly strong deserve to have it all.
Soon—
Next, I will bring you a group of new companions.
Among these companions, there will be many as strong as you, or even stronger—Spartans, Thracians, Italians!
I will also buy many female slaves.
For the one among you who performs the most outstandingly, I will personally grant them a marriage, allowing you to settle down and build a family on my estate, on my land.
Seven days from now, I will personally test your strength. The top ten performers, or those who show enough progress to satisfy me, will all be rewarded with women!!"
As Night's words fell, not only the warlike Spartans and Thracians but even the ordinary, robust Italian warriors had a fiery glint in their eNights.
Their blood boiled, ignited with burning fighting spirit.
Women—!?
When the master said this, they were no longer sleepy.
Could there be a more real reward than this?
For people who were already slaves, to be able to have women, to reproduce, and even to eat meat every day now, doing nothing but training hard.
Damn it~!!
With such great conditions, if they didn't strive to become stronger, they'd be letting themselves down, were they even human?
Night saw the desire in the slaves' eNights, a strong craving that could also translate into fierce fighting spirit.
And it made him very satisfied—
And he wasn't lying to these slaves. In the coming days, Night would indeed go to purchase some female slaves, but naturally, they wouldn't be delicate, beautiful women with soft skin who looked like noble ladies.
Instead, they would be ordinary women—!
And strong, robust female warriors capable of fighting!
Powerful female warriors were a formidable force in their own right, and their strong physical qualities, when paired with mighty Spartan or Thracian warriors, would naturally produce offspring who wouldn't be weak by any means.
According to Roman law, these children would also become Night's private property.
Once they grew up, they could join his army and fight for him.
Of course—
Even without him saying it, the slave warriors knew full well that their master wouldn't go out of his way to buy beautiful women for them.
In their situation, having any women at all was already a blessing.
After Night bid farewell to his slaves, the slave warriors, spurred by his encouragement, became highly motivated and almost frenzied, starting to train harder on their own to become stronger.
Before leaving, their master had said he wouldn't just buy female slaves but also bring a group of new warriors to be their companions.
But with more mouths to feed and limited rewards, having more companions wasn't necessarily a good thing.
Everyone wanted a taste of a woman, but there were only ten spots.
Compared to the newcomers, they had already been resting for a few days, their bodies healthier and giving them an edge.
If, after their master's clear guidance, they still couldn't secure all ten spots, then these self-proclaimed true warriors might as well bash their heads against a block of tofu and die.
Train, train like mad!!!
Push, push to the limit!!! If it doesn't kill them, push until it does!!!
With ample food, a nutrient-rich diet, and their robust physical potential, under high-intensity training, the strength of these slave warriors began to soar.
Especially the three Spartan warriors—their progress in just half a day was so significant that their strength saw a qualitative leap.
Back in Sparta, before they were captured, they had never experienced such good food and clothing.
Now, with proper nutrition and intense training, their strength naturally grew rapidly.
Until they reached the growth limit of their Spartan bloodline, their progress would remain swift.
The warriors competed with each other in feats of strength, sparring matches, and endurance training, creating a fiery and intense atmosphere.
Night's maids, Amy and Ella, watched all of this from the sidelines, startled by the barbaric, frenzied energy, and kept their distance.
They had also heard his proclamation earlier and were shocked that a group of slaves, upon hearing about women, could erupt with such passionate zeal and fighting spirit.
Were these the same slaves they remembered....those under farmers and slave masters, who were supposed to be lifeless and filled with despair?
But soon—
Thinking about their own situation, how they were supposed to be slaves but now lived more like housekeepers or maids with growing hope for the future, they reflected.
Amy: "It seems we really found a good master."
Ella: "…Our master is the kindest…! Ugh, I wonder which lucky woman will become the future mistress.
I'm so jealous I could go mad."
Amy looked at her and sighed.
"You're telling me."
The twins chatted quietly, not hiding their little feelings for their master.
But knowing their status made it impossible for them to become the mistress, they were truly jealous to the point of madness over the future mistress!!
By the way, it seemed like today they saw their master return with a woman following him.
Although the girl's face was hidden by a bright red hood, her delicate, fair skin and curvaceous figure left no doubt that she was a beauty.
This sparked a sense of urgency in the twins—!
Their master was so desirable; had someone already beaten them to him?
Should they take the initiative?
At the very least, they desperately wanted to compete for their master's first experience.
Who said only men could be lustful?
When they saw a man they liked and admired, their own desires flared up too...don't underestimate a woman's initiative!
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