DLERB -Chapter 194 Three Iron Laws—Roman Civilization Dies Today!

The mountain-like tsunami of “Ever-Victorious” gradually faded.

Throughout the Colosseum, tens of thousands of Romans knelt on the ground, so silent that even heavy breathing could no longer be heard.

All of them were looking upward.

Looking at the eight-year-old child seated on the golden throne.

Ying Ziye toyed with the last grape in his hand and casually tossed it away.

He raised a hand.

“Relay the order.”

His voice was not loud.

Yet everyone present felt their hearts skip a beat.

“On that ruin.”

He pointed toward the direction of the Senate.

“Establish the Western Qin Governor’s Office.”

He paused, then looked toward Wang Jian and Meng Tian beside him.

“Wang Jian, Meng Tian.”

“Yes!”

The two veteran generals clasped their fists in unison.

“You two will serve as deputy governors.”

“You will be responsible for all military affairs, governance, taxation, and finance of this city.”

“Yes!”

After the order was issued, Ying Ziye stood up and walked to the edge of the stands.

He looked down at the Roman senators below—those bound in iron chains, each branded with the word “slave.”

“The foundation of the Governor’s Office must be clean.”

He extended a finger and pointed at them.

“Let them clean up their own old house.”

As his words fell, Wang Li grinned, revealing a cruel expression.

He waved his hand.

“Did you hear that?”

“Take them away! Get to work!”

Qin soldiers rushed forward like wolves and tigers, violently yanking the chains and dragging the collapsed senators away.

“No! I… I am a senator! I am Marcus!”

A tall senator, once sharp-tongued in the Senate chamber, now struggled like a shrew.

“You cannot treat me like this! I am a Roman citizen!”

He clung tightly to a stone pillar, refusing to move.

Wang Li walked over.

He said nothing.

He simply raised his foot.

And slammed it down on Marcus’s intact right leg.

Crack!

The sound of bone breaking echoed clearly across the Colosseum.

“AHHH!!!”

Marcus let out a non-human scream, releasing the pillar and curling into a ball on the ground.

“Citizen?”

Wang Li ground his foot slightly on the broken leg.

“In this place,” he said coldly,

“there are only two kinds of people.”

“The subjects of Great Qin, and the slaves of His Highness.”

He kicked Marcus aside.

“Choose one.”

Marcus trembled in agony, unable to utter a single word.

The surrounding senators, witnessing this scene, had their last trace of resistance completely extinguished.

They were dragged away by Qin soldiers like livestock, toward the smoking ruins of the Senate House.

The Senate Ruins

Once the symbol of Rome’s highest authority, it was now nothing but broken walls and rubble.

Dozens of once-privileged senators, now with iron collars around their necks, used hands that had barely ever held tools to carry heavy stones.

Qin soldiers stood nearby, whipping them into submission.

“Faster!”

“Have you not eaten?!”

A foreman dressed as a Roman civilian cracked a whip hard across the back of a senator who moved too slowly.

Smack!

A bloody lash mark instantly appeared.

The senator turned around in disbelief.

“Bach? Is it you?”

“You lowly blacksmith! How dare you hit me?”

The one holding the whip was indeed Bach—the blacksmith who had been the first to kneel and surrender.

He was now one of hundreds of Roman foremen appointed by the Qin army, tasked with overseeing slave labor.

“Lowly?”

Bach whipped him again.

“Now you are the lowly slave!”

He pointed at the Roman civilians nearby who were drinking porridge.

“His Highness gave us a way to live! Gave us food!”

“You parasites still want to act superior? Want to make sure even we don’t get porridge to drink anymore?”

Bach spat directly in the senator’s face.

“Get to work!”

“Or I’ll beat you to death today!”

The senator, unable to respond, could only turn back silently and endure the pain as he continued carrying stones.

The surrounding Roman civilians watched this scene.

They watched the nobles who once rode over them now being whipped and insulted by a blacksmith.

The last trace of reverence they had for the old ruling class…

Completely collapsed.

Rome’s Central Treasury

The gates were violently smashed open.

Wang Jian and Meng Tian stepped inside side by side.

Even these two veteran generals—who had long seen the imperial treasury of Xianyang—were struck speechless.

Gold coins were piled into mountains.

Jewels were scattered across the ground like worthless stones.

Vessels of gold and silver were thrown carelessly into corners.

A military scribe hurried over, holding several clay tablets.

“Report to both generals!”

“These are the tax ledgers of all Roman provinces, taken from Caesar’s study!”

Meng Tian took one of the tablets.

It was covered in dense Roman numerals.

He could not understand them, but the interpreter had already converted the totals into Qin measurement units and recorded them on bamboo slips.

Meng Tian looked at the number written there.

His hand trembled.

After a long silence, he turned to Wang Jian.

“Old General…”

His voice was slightly dry.

“If we had chosen to storm this city by force…”

“Tell me, how many of our Great Qin soldiers’ lives would have been needed to exchange for every single digit on this slip?”

Wang Jian did not answer.

He reached out and picked up a gold coin from a mountain of gold.

He rubbed the image of Caesar engraved on it.

“Storming the city is slaughter,” he said slowly.

“What His Highness has done… is an attack on the heart.”

He tossed the coin back into the pile.

“We… are already old.”

Dusk

The blood-red sunset dyed the entire city of Rome a dark crimson.

Once again, the Colosseum was filled with people.

All Roman civilians had been herded here by Qin soldiers.

Torches were lit one by one.

Under the flickering firelight, tens of thousands of faces were filled with fear and uncertainty.

Ying Ziye once again stood at the highest point of the stands.

The entire arena fell silent.

“From today onward,” he said.

His voice spread through every corner of the Colosseum via translators.

“Your gods are false gods.”

He pointed toward the sky.

“Destroy all temples in this land!”

“Across the entire territory, only one statue shall be erected, and only one being worshipped.”

“That is His Majesty, the First Emperor of Great Qin!”

These words struck like a boulder in every Roman heart.

Before they could react—

Ying Ziye’s second decree followed immediately.

“Your writing is crude and inferior.”

“From this day forward, it is abolished!”

“All official documents and public notices must be fully converted to Qin ‘Small Seal Script’ within three months!”

“The Governor’s Office will establish schools. All Roman children, male and female alike, must attend!”

“They will learn only Qin writing and speak only Qin language!”

If the first decree destroyed belief,

then the second severed inheritance.

In the crowd, some people had already begun to cry in despair.

Ying Ziye did not care.

He raised his hand and issued the final, most lethal decree of the day.

“Your laws are weak and ridiculous.”

“From today onward, all Roman law is abolished!”

He paused.

Then, in the tone of a death sentence, he uttered the final words:

“From this land onward, everything shall follow the Laws of Qin!”

“One person breaks the law…”

“The entire family becomes slaves!”