Rise of Aretian: The Roman War Priest
Ares Valen was an ordinary man—until a lightning storm tore reality apart and hurled him into another world.
He wakes up inside the dying body of a forgotten prince on a collapsing frontier: a barren desert, starving civilians, half-orc raiders, berserk tribes, and warlords fighting over the last scraps of land. Death closes in from every direction.
Then a familiar voice echoes in his mind:
“Rome: Total War system initialized.”
The world changes.
With this strange power, Ares can summon Roman legions, build ancient cities, unlock divine blessings, and command armies that grow stronger after every victory. As the chosen War Priest of Jupiter, he gains divine skills, awakens legendary commanders, and turns a dying settlement into a rising force feared across the frontier.
But enemies are everywhere—
dark mages, barbarian clans, forgotten gods, and kingdoms long fallen into ruin.
In the shadows, something ancient begins to stir again… the same force that once destroyed this land.
Aretian has only one path left:
Rise. Conquer. Survive.
And forge a new Rome in a world that has never known its might.
War. Strategy. Divine power.
A legend begins at the edge of the desert.
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Chapter: Chapter 10: The Spirit of SpartaSpartans. Just saying the word felt like shouting courage into the void. Proud. Unyielding. Legends carved into history like steel into stone. Thermopylae… that wasn’t just a battlefield; it was a crucible, a place where men became immortal.Xerxes, the Persian king, had inherited his father Darius’s ambition and then some. Three hundred thousand soldiers, a thousand warships, and the claim of a million men. Against him? Leonidas, with only three hundred Spartans, seven hundred Thebans, and six thousand allies from across Greece. Tiny numbers against an empire. Impossible odds. Yet for three relentless days, they held the pass. Sheer will. Discipline. Spartan fire. That was all it took. And the world remembered.Centuries and miles later, far from Greece, across the windswept plains of the Tianyan Continent, hundreds of Spartan slaves stood in chains. They were warriors still, though iron clinked around their wrists and ankles. Their hearts were weighed down more heavily than any meta
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Chapter: Chapter 9: The Governor’s Mansion and the Spartan Arrival''Wow… this room is enormous.”Meibao stepped into the newly completed Governor’s Mansion, and for a moment, she simply froze. The grand hall stretched upward, seemingly without end, empty yet vibrating with a quiet, commanding presence. Tall white columns rose from the polished marble floor to the vaulted ceiling, their surfaces carved with intricate patterns so delicate it felt as though the stone itself had been imbued with patience and life. Light flickered across the subtle bas-reliefs on the walls, painting the room in gentle shadows that danced like whispers.Roman architecture wasn’t about decoration or mere beauty. It was about strength, clarity, and authority. Windows were rare, set high, allowing only slivers of sunlight to pierce the shadowy expanse. And yet, somehow, the mansion felt magical—suspended somewhere between reality and something almost divine. Every doorway and window wore a semicircular arch, softening the rigidity of the stone. Meibao tilted her head back. T
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Chapter: Chapter 8: Oaths in the Dust, Shadows in the SandThe corpse hit the sand with a dull thud, and tiny clouds of dust spiraled into the cold wind, glinting faintly under the dim sunlight. Its black veil slipped off, revealing a face so still it looked as though it had been stolen from a grave. Silence blanketed the crowd, heavy and suffocating, until a scream cut through it like a blade. Sharp. Piercing. Impossible to ignore.“That’s… my husband!”A refugee woman crumpled to her knees. Her cheeks were streaked with dirt, tears carving dark rivers through the grime. She pressed her hands to the ground as if clinging to it could keep reality from collapsing entirely. Her eyes were wide, frantic, staring at the body as though sheer willpower could undo what had already happened.“I buried him myself… two days ago! How—how is he here?” Her voice trembled, faltering under the weight of disbelief.Another veil was lifted. This time, a skull, pale as bleached bone, grinned grotesquely at the onlookers, as though mocking them. Gasps scattered
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Chapter: Chapter 7: The Rise of Aretian and the Return of the Nineteenth PrinceThunder rolled—not from the clouds above, but deep inside Ares Valen’s mind. The prompts kept coming. Relentless. Mechanical. Cold. Like a clock that wouldn’t stop ticking, reminding him of every choice, every point spent, every decision that had led him here.“Ding… Roman Youth Army, Team 3, successfully redeemed—4,500 points of War Glory consumed.”“Governor’s Residence—2,500 points consumed.”“Town Barracks—1,200 points consumed.”“Town Streets—900 points consumed.”“Wooden Wall and Training Grounds—1,620 points consumed.”“8,020 catties of grain—8,020 points consumed.”Each announcement landed like a boulder thrown into a still pond. The ripples didn’t fade—they surged outward, shaking the Tianyan Continent as if the world itself were breathing, quivering beneath some unseen hand.Then light. Blinding, impossible light. Marble buildings descended from the sky, polished to perfection, reflecting the sun in dazzling bursts of light. Wooden palisades twisted and warped, solidifying i
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Chapter: Chapter 6: The Roar of the Thunder GodThe northern plains stretched endlessly. Barren. Empty. Relentless. The wind cut across the yellow sand, carrying tiny whirlwinds and the desperate cries of men fleeing for their lives. “Everyone hurry—get inside the village up ahead!” someone shouted. Like water bursting through a broken dam, the survivors surged forward, stumbling over the uneven ground. Panic drove them. Instinct drove them. Fear made their legs run faster than their minds could catch up.Among the crowd ran Emiyas. Once, he had been a palace guard of the Kingdom of Tyrande. Now, every limb screamed for rest. His lungs burned. His muscles protested with every step. And yet, he did not slow. Discipline was carved into his very bones, stronger than iron, deeper than pain. Around him, others dropped shields, weapons, even shoes. Not him. He ran in chainmail, silver rings clinking softly with each stride. For an ordinary man, it would have been unbearable. For Emiyas, it was nothing.“There… was no village here before…
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Chapter: Chapter 5: Divine Ascension and the Barbarian SiegeThe statue of Jupiter erupted into blinding light. Not just any light, but the kind that made your eyes sting and your chest skip a beat. From the marble base, a wooden scepter wrapped in golden stalks of grain floated slowly toward Cress, as if it had a mind of its own. Then—just like that—the gash on her wrist vanished. Poof. Gone. Smooth, flawless skin, no trace of injury. Well… except for the stubborn pool of blood spreading across the marble. Without it, you’d swear she’d never been hurt at all.The title of Prosperity Priest carried weight beyond imagining. Rome’s people, their safety, the abundance they relied on—it all funneled through this office. Now, with Cress stepping forward and Ares Valen standing as the War Priest, two of the three pillars of the Roman Temple had been claimed. The Bacchus Priest—the embodiment of revelry and battle frenzy—remained a shadowy mystery, waiting to appear.Becoming a full priest? Rare doesn’t even begin to describe it. Only the most dedicat
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