Reborn in Record of Ragnarok/SNV (w Powers)

The war raged on, but Rome did not falter.

Lucius stood at the helm, orchestrating victories one after another, his mind decades ahead of his time.

The Punic Wars—once a struggle of attrition—became Rome's proving ground.

Every battle, every conquest, every advancement pushed Rome beyond anything the world had ever seen.

And soon… it would become an empire unlike any other.

The Technological Boom of Rome

Lucius knew—war could not be won with brute force alone.

Innovation was the true path to dominance.

Under his guidance, Rome achieved advancements centuries ahead of time:

🚢 Naval Supremacy – Ironclad warships, mounted with cannons, reinforced with metal hulls, capable of turning entire fleets to ashes.

⚙️ The Birth of Industry – Early steam engines, primitive assembly lines, and mechanized looms made production faster, stronger, and more efficient.

⚡ Electricity – Though still in its infancy, the discovery of static charges, crude batteries, and early conductors paved the way for future innovations.

🏥 Medical Advancements – Sterilization techniques, advanced surgical procedures, and early vaccines cut mortality rates in half.

🌾 Agricultural Revolution – Crop rotation, irrigation systems, and early mechanized plows turned Italy into a land of abundance.

📚 Education for All – Schools were established for all citizens, ensuring that Rome's future generations would not only be warriors but scholars, scientists, and inventors.

Rome wasn't just winning the war—

It was winning the future.

With their navy shattered, their armies crushed, and their supplies cut off, Carthage stood on its last legs.

Lucius had implemented Napoleonic strategies, blitzkrieg tactics, and superior logistics to ensure Rome's absolute dominance.

The final battle came not on the seas, but on Carthaginian soil itself.

Rome marched upon Carthage, their legions unstoppable, their siege weapons devastating.

The war ended in a massacre—Carthage was razed to the ground, its people taken as Roman citizens, and its wealth absorbed into Rome's growing empire.

The Punic Wars were over.

Rome stood victorious.

And Lucius had cemented his name in history forever.

With Carthage fallen, Lucius set his sights on the rest of Europe.

🏛 Italy Unified – No more city-states. No more internal conflicts. Italy became one under Rome.

⚔ The Gauls Crushed – Rome's superior military swept across France, crushing the barbarian tribes and securing valuable resources.

🏴‍☠ Spain Subjugated – The Iberian Peninsula, once fractured, fell to Rome's might, bringing in vast wealth from silver mines.

❄️ Germania Pushed Back – Though fierce, the Germanic tribes stood no chance against Lucius' strategies, Rome established firm footholds along the Rhine.

⛰ Greece Absorbed – Instead of war, Lucius offered knowledge, trade, and prosperity, making Greece part of Rome willingly.

🌍 The Birth of an Empire – The world had never seen anything like this. Rome was no longer just a city-state or a republic.

It was an empire.

With war winding down, Lucius shifted focus to Rome's internal growth.

People weren't just surviving—they were thriving.

✨ Technological progress skyrocketed.

🏙 Cities expanded beyond imagination.

📖 Education flourished.

💰 Trade exploded, making Rome wealthier than any civilization before it.

⚖ Laws ensured fairness and stability for all citizens.

Lucius was no longer just a warrior, a tactician, or a genius—

He was a legend.

For the first time in years, Lucius considered something else…

A future beyond conquest.

A woman to stand by his side.

A child to carry on his legacy.

A family.

He had given Rome a golden age.

Now… perhaps he could live in it.

But he knew one thing for certain—

This was not the end.

Because beyond death, beyond Rome, beyond even this world—

A greater battle awaited.

Ragnarök.

And Lucius would stand shoulder to shoulder with the greatest warriors in history.

The thunder of marching boots shook the earth beneath them. Thousands of Roman soldiers advanced forward, weapons gleaming under the scorching sun. The wind carried the smell of sweat, blood, and victory, but instead of fear, the air was filled with something else—

Laughter.

Because when Lucius Varro led the charge, war wasn't just about survival.

It was about brotherhood.

It was about power.

And most of all—

It was about having fun while kicking the enemy's ass.

Lucius marched with the front lines, his crimson cape flowing as he held his massive gladius over his shoulder. His soldiers surrounded him—hardened warriors, grinning like madmen. The enemy stood in the distance, a horde of Carthaginian soldiers, shields locked, spears pointed forward.

But Rome?

Rome was laughing.

One of Lucius' veteran centurions, Marcus, nudged his friend.

"Hey, Aulus, you see that guy in the enemy ranks? Third one from the left?"

Aulus squinted. "Yeah?"

Marcus grinned. "Looks like your wife. Same mustache and everything."

The entire frontline erupted into laughter, smacking their shields, howling like wolves. Aulus just sighed, shaking his head.

"Jupiter strike me down, Marcus, your obsession with my wife's facial hair is unhealthy."

Lucius smirked. "Come now, gentlemen, let's not argue about Aulus' wife. Let's argue about how badly we're about to destroy these Carthaginian bastards."

The soldiers let out a roar of approval, pounding their weapons against their shields.

"DO YOU WANT BLOOD?!" Lucius called out.

"YEAH!" the soldiers screamed back.

"THEN TAKE IT!"

With a single motion of his sword, the legion charged forward, shields raised, war cries filling the sky.

The two armies collided like a storm crashing into a mountain.

Swords clashed. Spears thrust. Shields shattered.

Lucius was right in the middle of it all, his blade carving through flesh like parchment. He weaved between enemy strikes, dodging with ease, his Quin-Eyes predicting every move.

A Carthaginian warrior lunged at him—Lucius sidestepped, grabbed the man's wrist, and drove his own dagger into his gut.

"Should've tried harder, mate," Lucius muttered as the man collapsed.

To his left, Titus, a young recruit, took a spear to the leg and stumbled back. The Romans nearby booed loudly.

"BOOO! GET UP, YOU EMBARRASSMENT!"

Titus, groaning in pain, waved them off. "You try taking a spear to the leg, bastards!"

Lucius kicked him up. "Stop being dramatic. It's just a hole in your leg."

Titus glared. "Oh, sorry, Commander, I forgot I was fighting alongside a goddamn monster."

Lucius grinned, yanking the spear out and handing it back. "Now go stab someone with this."

Lucius spun like a dancer, his sword slicing through enemy armor, every move efficient, precise, and deadly. His men fought alongside him, cracking jokes even as they crushed skulls.

"Nice move, Servius! That guy did a backflip before he died!"

"Felix, that swing was pathetic! My grandmother hits harder than that!"

"PLINIUS JUST SLIPPED ON BLOOD! HAHAHA!"

Plinius, lying on the ground, yelled back, "SHUT UP, THE BLOOD WAS FRESH!"

The Romans laughed even harder.

Even as bodies fell, even as blood soaked the ground, even as war raged—they enjoyed themselves.

Because war was hell.

But it was their hell.

And if you weren't laughing, you were dead already.

Lucius locked eyes with a Carthaginian commander in golden armor.

"Finally, someone important," Lucius muttered.

The commander charged, his massive spear aiming for Lucius' heart.

Lucius simply tilted his head, the spear missing by an inch. Then—

BAM!

Lucius drove his elbow into the man's chest, shattering ribs. Before the commander could react, Lucius grabbed his head and slammed it into the dirt.

The Romans cheered.

"Our commander is a beast!"

"A GODDAMN MONSTER!"

Lucius grinned, wiping blood off his sword.

"WHO'S NEXT?!" he roared.

The enemy hesitated. Fear seeped into their ranks.

And Lucius?

Lucius loved it.

The Carthaginians broke ranks.

What was left of their once-proud army fled, leaving behind a battlefield drenched in blood and laughter.

The Romans did not pursue. They stood tall, victorious, some still chuckling at the last-minute injuries.

Lucius turned to his men.

"Well, boys, another easy win."

A soldier raised his hand. "Commander, my arm is broken."

Lucius nodded. "Then use the other one."

The men laughed, and the injured soldier groaned. "Of course, should've seen that coming."

Marcus clapped a hand on Lucius' shoulder. "That was fun, Commander. When's the next war?"

Lucius smirked.

"Soon."

And the men cheered once more.

Because as long as Lucius Varro fought with them, war would always be fun.

And Rome…

Would always win.

To Be Continued…