Humans are inherently foolish creatures, like moths to a flame.

Stop pretending to be smart—he said, humans are inherently foolish creatures.

Therefore—"Fight!"

—It is to fight, not to flee, but to fight!

With limited conditions, without any resources to use, with just 39 men to charge at thousands in the army, break through the enemy lines...

And then—!

Cross the 25 kilometers long river, swim back to Rome!

When Night shared this insane idea with everyone.

Everyone thought the man had gone mad, but it seemed they had gone mad with him.

Who could conceive of doing something so unthinkable?

Surely only a foolish creature would.

Some trembled all over, their legs shaking, yet they clenched their teeth, not one choosing to back out. Instead, they were all committed to joining Night in his madness.

'How can there be such outrageous things, such an outrageous man...

But he's like a firefly in the dark, a lighthouse to a ship lost at sea, reliable and comforting in a way that leaves one at a loss for words.' From initially wanting to stop Night, Tiberius Gracchus had completely given up,

And now, for reasons he couldn't fathom, it was as if a string in his mind had snapped, feeling an impulse to join Night in his frenzy.

He felt perplexed and bemused, but this foolish man had captivated his attention deeply.

This also gave rise to an idea in Tiberius' mind, which was the determination to seek justice and fairness for the millions of ordinary people in Rome who were still living in unfair treatment and struggling like the soldiers today.

If the Senate is wrong, then he should make the other side realize its mistakes and atone for them.

Even if the path was thorny, after this night, if he survived, Gracchus believed nothing could ever frighten him again.

What kind of hardship could be more desperate yet invigorating than what they faced today?

Subsequently—a group of 39 men began cleaning their weapons and removing their heavy armor.

This was to ensure that when they jumped into the river, the heavy armor wouldn't hinder their limbs and sap their strength.

They needed to conserve their energy to cross that 25 kilometers of river.

Night had once seen a news story about a nine-year-old girl who successfully swam across the 25 kilometers of the Qiongzhou Strait.

If a nine-year-old girl could do it, why not a group of strong Roman soldiers?

If they were good swimmers and kept breathing correctly, they could make it back.

Fortunately, all 39 of them could swim, except—Tiberius.

Night suggested: "I recommend that after we leave, you simply surrender on the spot.

Perhaps the enemy will treat you well considering your position as the quartermaster, offering you the status of a high-ranking prisoner.

They will definitely hope to extract more money and resources from the Senate through you."

Unperturbed by Night's sarcasm, Tiberius stood there with a look of helplessness and embarrassment.

It wasn't that he didn't want to!

Though he had been a soldier and even participated in the Third Punic War, apart from the navy, no one dictated that soldiers must be proficient swimmers.

The guilt and remorse of being a burden to the troop weighed heavily on Gracchus.

As Tiberius was resolved to let Night and the others leave without him,

Night said, "Stick close to me when we swim. I'll lead the way...

Is there anyone else willing to help this landlubber?

I need someone to share some of the burden."

Night had never expected that Tiberius Gracchus, the eldest of the renowned Gracchus brothers, would be a non-swimmer.

Even though his body was much stronger than an average person's after being enhanced, his stamina was not on par with those legendary heroes known for their endurance.

Managing a short swim with someone was feasible, but swimming across 25 kilometers was unrealistic.

Yet, leaving Tiberius behind was even more out of the question.

If they left without Tiberius, they would be deserters, even if it was to better return to Rome—anyone could be sacrificed, except Tiberius Sempronius Gracchus.

Even the future resentment and anger of the soldiers, their sense of liberation, hinged significantly on the presence of the Gracchus brothers.

Their status in Rome could facilitate their actions and garner civilian support more easily.

Rome desperately needed a Tribune of the Plebs dedicated to the people, someone to speak for the common soldiers and civilians.

Just then, veteran soldier Carl stepped forward: "I'll do it...!"

His deep gaze fixed on Tiberius, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve.

Night took another look at Carl—

This initially rebellious veteran had become much more composed over time, even fulfilling his promise to protect Tiberius.

Much of the reason was that Tiberius's presence determined whether Carl could reclaim his family name and honor.

He absolutely would not allow Tiberius to die here.

Subsequently, several others who believed they had good stamina also stepped forward.

Night selected all these volunteers to coordinate with him in swimming with Tiberius.

After all, who knew how many would be able to successfully escape into the river after the impending battle.

It was best to choose several people—just in case!

And when everything was ready—

As the second night in this world gradually approached, Night finally prepared to start moving.

39 men, like ghosts, hid behind the hills, making their final preparations.

Night also kept observing, looking for a weak point in the enemy's base to break through where the numbers were fewer.

He then took off his long spear from his back,

And signaled with a gesture, prompting everyone to get ready to charge.

"Fight!" he told himself internally.

"Fight! And then achieve victory!" At this moment, the blessing of Apollo once again emanated a faint glow within Night.

To conserve energy, he planned to use it just once...

And this strike needed to create a significant breach.

This was also his ace to lead the 39 men in a breakout, turning the impossible into possible.

Under the gaze of the soldiers waiting for the command, Night slowly lowered the spear tip, his body hugging the ground, ready to throw.

This was the strongest strike a mortal could execute, reaching the realm of divine martial arts!

It was a move that had shone in the ancient Greek wars, creating a path of meteors!

In the profound silence, where one could almost hear a pin drop,

Just as a breeze from the Ebro River gently brushed over everyone's skin.

Night spoke softly—

Calling upon Apollo's blessing inside him, not to reproduce the piercing trait of his previous ultimate shot, but to perform a blow powerful enough to shatter city gates, break through fortress walls, and destroy armies—

"If longing can trigger miracles, oh holy lord of light. Transform this blessing into the power to carve a path to the future!"

The next moment, light—! In the stunned and shocked eyes of countless soldiers, countless faint white light spots suddenly shone in the darkness, the glow of hope!

"What are these—?!"