Blueprints of the Future, The True God of Mankind, Our Light of Salvation!

Even their names were taken away, let alone their natural right to reproduce.

Even if they secretly conceived a child, the newborn would become the master's private property, yet another slave.

Generations trapped in despair with no way out!

Such extreme exploitation often led to Rome's own downfall.

Night understood that the deeply ingrained rules and habits of this era couldn't be changed with a few words.

If he gave slaves immediate rewards, they would suspect poison—wondering if the master just wanted to watch their suffering for amusement.

But when mercy and kindness were tied to benefits, even small changes could make these slaves profoundly grateful.

Like when Night freed the slaves from their last physical shackles, they knelt down in tears of gratitude.

—Their loyalty surged dramatically.

If there were a system to display it, Night would probably hear the continuous sound of loyalty increasing +1, +1.

After granting them initial freedom and dignity, he now offered the slaves an opportunity.

Night: "Do you want dignity? More freedom?

Then fight for it with your own hands.

Do you want honor? The chance to have children?

Then struggle and strive on the battlefield.

Fight for me, achieve great deeds, and I will restore your status as freemen.

Your children will no longer be born with the label of slaves' offspring.

They can live openly under the sun!"

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Every word Night spoke stirred the emotions of the slaves more and more.

At this moment—Even the hesitant Spartans were deeply moved.

The other slave warriors were already breathing heavily, starting to imagine a bright future.

Ah, the blueprint their great and kind master painted was too blissful.

If such a future were possible, they would gladly die on the path to achieving it.

If given a choice—

At least they wanted to choose a more dignified path, to live with dignity.

And if Night's words had only touched their hearts so far,

What came next was a comet strike, showing his sincerity with a complete system—

Night: "If you take ten enemy heads on the battlefield, you will earn the right to have children.

I will personally buy female slaves for you to marry and have children.

When you kill fifty enemies, you can have your own servants and rise in status through military merit.

With each victory, those with positions can rise one rank.

When you can lead a hundred men, I will completely remove your status as slaves, making you true citizens.

"For fighting for me and earning enough military merits, your wives and daughters will also have a chance to shed their slave status.

Even if you fall in battle, I will raise your children, giving them the opportunity to fight for me and inherit the merits you earned, providing them with a greater chance to escape slavery."

Night introduced a classic military merit system, reminiscent of Qin Dynasty's "every man a soldier" policy, which gained trust through practical actions.

In this world, everything might betray you—ideals, honor, all could be illusions painted by the upper class, beautiful dreams forever out of reach.

But real benefits wouldn't.

Hr provided them with a clear hope, a visible chance to escape slavery and regain freedom.

Even if they died in battle, their descendants could inherit their merits.

If a warrior killed forty-nine enemies, their descendants only needed to kill one more to gain a servant and achieve the status of an officer in the army.

Winning a couple of battles could greatly increase their chances of becoming true citizens.

As long as they dared to fight and didn't fear death, one day their descendants would become free men, inheriting the honor of their ancestors.

What an incredible gift!

Every promise Night made seemed tangible, within reach, ready to be realized at any moment.

Moreover, each promise was a dreamlike benefit that slaves of this era couldn't even imagine or believe in.

The excited slaves looked at Night, trembling.

They remained silent until a Spartan warrior stepped forward, saluted as a warrior, and knelt to show submission.

Then the other slaves followed suit,

They shouted in unison, "Your will—!!

We will become your swords and spears, to serve you until death! Forever unchanging… Great master, thank you for your mercy!"

They looked at Night with reverence, as if he were a deity giving them hope.

Night, like a true sun, reignited their spirits, turning their cold, numb hearts warm.

Now they had new hopes, a yearning for the future.

It was foreseeable that in the coming days, they would train diligently…

Awaiting the chance to achieve glory on the battlefield as he had promised.

The power of the human heart is formidable; when a person's will and belief are firm enough, they can unleash unimaginable strength.

This is something the Senate did not know, nor did the Roman nobles;

They never regarded slaves as people and could not fathom the terrifying combat power these often despised 'tools' could unleash when pushed to the brink or given a belief.

To attain freedom, to pass on their lineage, to fulfill the instinct to reproduce ingrained in human and biological DNA, they would become the fiercest, most fearless warriors!

Until the day Night fulfills his promises, their loyalty and faith will only continue to grow stronger!

For the slaves, this was an opportunity—!

Only before him, their merciful master, did such a chance exist.

Without him, they could never escape slavery; no nation or people would accept them.

Even if they returned to their homeland, they would bear the shameful mark of having been slaves, regarded as inferior.

So—

They had no way out, no better choices.

Only by following Night could they attain true freedom, dignity, and the hope of living happily.

For this, even if he commanded them to take up arms against any country in the future, they would do so without hesitation.

Because besides Night, no one would respect their dignity.

Even if they were used in battle, no one else would treat them with the respect and dignity of being a person, of being a warrior who lives and dies honorably!

He (the master) is different…

In the future, he might become the shared faith of all slaves.

At that moment, as the slave sisters knelt in reverence, gazing at his imposing figure, a trembling thought emerged in their hearts.

If that time truly came—

Perhaps… he would be the true god walking the earth, the savior of slaves!

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