I Rule Rome with a God-Tier AI-Chapter 174: The New Foundation

The sun streamed through the open oculus of the Temple of Jupiter Optimus Maximus, bathing the cavernous interior in a brilliant, divine light. The air was thick with the scent of expensive incense and the collective, expectant breath of the most powerful men in Rome. The Senate, in their finest white togas, were arrayed on tiered benches. Military officers, their armor gleaming, stood at attention. Even the common people of Rome, packed into the portico outside, could feel the immense, theatrical weight of the moment.

Alex stood before the great golden statue of Jupiter, dressed not in the purple of an Emperor, but in the layered, ancient robes of the Pontifex Maximus, the high priest of the Roman religion. This was not a political rally; it was a holy convocation, a ceremony designed to publicly and irrevocably cement the new order he had forged in the shadows.

He raised his hands, and a hush fell over the assembly. His voice, amplified by the temple's perfect acoustics, rang with a calm, unshakable authority.

"Fathers of the Senate! Soldiers of Rome! Citizens!" he began. "For generations, we have faced the enemies at our gates. The German, the Parthian, the Briton. We have fought them with steel, and we have conquered. But a new war is upon us. A war not for territory, but for our very soul. A war against the forces of chaos and decay, against a great and silent enemy that seeks to undermine our world from within."

He was officially declaring his secret crusade, transforming his fabricated theology into state doctrine before the eyes of the entire Roman elite.

"This war cannot be fought by one man alone," he proclaimed. "It cannot be directed from the palace or debated endlessly in the Curia. It requires a new foundation, a dedicated council of our finest minds and strongest arms, to aid me in my divine task. Today, we forge that foundation."

He turned, his gaze sweeping over the assembled dignitaries, and began to announce the members of his new War Council, bestowing upon them new, grandiloquent titles that would publicly legitimize their power.

"To lead our legions in this great struggle, to be the unshakeable shield against the coming night, I name General Gaius Maximus as Scutum Imperii—the Shield of the Empire. He is granted supreme command over all military forces on the frontiers, his authority second only to my own."

A murmur of approval went through the hall. Maximus was currently in the east, but the appointment was a masterstroke. It was a popular choice, and it officially sidelined any other ambitious generals.

"To fuel our war effort, to ensure our legions are paid in sound money and our people are fed, to be the keeper of our strength, I name the Curator Aurelia Sabina as Curator Aerarii Maxima—the Supreme Curator of the Treasury. She is granted unprecedented authority over the imperial mints, the state granaries, and the industrial heart of the Empire at Vulcania."

Sabina, standing near the front, inclined her head with a cool, regal grace. Her power, once informal, was now absolute and enshrined in law.

"To be the tip of my spear, the holy fire that purges the deepest shadows, I name the brave Centurion Titus Pullo as Praefectus Legionis Piae—Prefect of the Pious Legion. He and the Legio V Devota are hereby recognized as an independent command, tasked with special duties, and they will answer directly to the Emperor and the Shield of the Empire."

This was a shocking move, elevating a common centurion to a rank equivalent to a general. It sent a clear message: in this new war, piety and loyalty were as important as noble birth.

Finally, he addressed the issue of his sister. "And to be our bulwark in the north, to guard the mountain passes and hold the line against the first incursions of the enemy, the proconsul Lucilla and her new, valiant Legio II Norica will stand as Rome's vigilant warden."

He had publicly praised her and reaffirmed her title, but the language was subtle and brilliant. She was a warden, a guard on the wall, a clearly subordinate role to Maximus's supreme command. He had acknowledged her power while simultaneously putting a ceiling on it. Lucilla, standing among the senators, inclined her head, her face a perfect, unreadable mask of loyal acceptance. The bargain was sealed.

After the grand ceremony, the real work began. Alex met with his new council in a private chamber within the temple complex. Maximus was absent, but Sabina, Perennis, Pullo, Celer, and even a weary-looking Rufus were there. The air was no longer one of ceremony, but of grim, practical purpose.

"The home front is secure," Alex stated, his voice flat and direct. "Lucilla is neutralized. Pertinax is caged. The public has been given a divine cause to rally behind. The real work can now begin."

He looked around the table at the faces of his inner circle. In that moment, he felt the profound shift in his own role. He was no longer the lone survivor, desperately plugging leaks and fighting off assassins. He was the chief executive of a vast and complex enterprise, and he needed to learn to delegate, to trust the powerful, flawed, brilliant people he had gathered around him.

He turned first to Sabina. "Curator Maxima," he said, using her new title with a hint of a smile. "The economic and agricultural reforms are yours. I want the new minting process at full capacity by winter. I want the first major harvest of the 'earth-apples' from Volcatius's estates by next summer. You have the full authority of the state behind you. Do not fail."

To Pullo, he gave a new, unexpected task. "Prefect Pullo. You are no longer just a hunter. You are now the foremost expert in our new way of war. I want you to establish a training cadre at Vulcania. You will develop new battlefield tactics for the repeating crossbows and the incendiary weapons. You will write the manual. You will be the head of my military research and development. I want every legion on the Danube trained in your methods by spring."

To Perennis, he gave a darker charge. "Prefect, our new war economy has created new opportunities for criminals. I want you to expand the Frumentarii. I am creating a new internal security force under your secret command. Their task is to police the black markets, to root out sedition among the elites who oppose our reforms, and to ensure that the will of this council is enforced. You are the shadow that ensures the light is not extinguished."

And to Celer and Rufus, he gave the great domestic task. "Master Celer, Senator Rufus, you will jointly oversee the purification of Rome. Celer, you will build. Rufus, you will ensure the laws are followed and the people are treated justly. Build me a city worthy of surviving for another thousand years."

He looked at them all, his team, his foundation. "We will win the northern war with steel and fire. But we will win the long war, the war against the fall of Rome, with sewers, with sound money, with bread, and with order. Each of you has your part to play. I have secured the Emperor's Peace behind you. Now, go forward, and build the New Rome in front of you." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The meeting ended. His council filed out, each with a clear, delegated mission, a sense of profound and urgent purpose. Alex remained for a moment in the quiet chamber, the scent of incense still hanging in the air. He had successfully navigated the treacherous maze of Roman politics. He had neutralized his primary domestic threats, not through bloody purges, but through a ruthless and calculated campaign of blackmail, coercion, and manipulation. He had established a new, loyal power structure and set the grand, complex machinery of his reforms into motion.

For the first time since he had woken up in this brutal, ancient world, the home front was secure. He could now turn his full attention, and the full, terrifying might of his new war economy, to the storm that was gathering on the Danube. The age of frantic survival was over. The age of empire-building had truly begun.