LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe

Chapter 160: Broadcasted Despair

Far above, back beyond the grasp of mortal understanding, the six-armed shadows hovered in the dark, nebulous realm that stretched infinitely into the void.

Their eyes glowed a sinister hue, their forms shifting like dark smoke as they observed the unfolding events below on Earth.

The Stonehooves tribe, with Lyerin standing confidently at the forefront, was a source of amusement for these powerful beings.

"Hahahahahahah!"

Their laughter echoed through the shadowy dimension, cold and cruel.

The largest of the shadows, a towering figure with six muscular arms, crossed all of them over its massive chest, its laughter the loudest.

"Look at them," it sneered, its voice deep and booming. "These Earthlings, so confident after killing a mere Minotaur! Do they really think that's all it takes to survive this game?"

Another shadow, slimmer but no less intimidating, chuckled darkly.

"Fools. They don't even understand what they've unleashed. The Minotaur may have been weak in its initial form, but its true strength comes when it's angered, when it's killed and allowed to heal. These Earthlings don't know that they've only made things worse for themselves."

The third shadow, its voice softer but filled with malice, joined in the mockery.

"Yes, the Minotaurs are invincible. Each time they are defeated, they return stronger, faster, and more deadly. That's why they've been chosen to be the scourge of this game, to crush the group who had reached the top."

"They'll be the first to fall," the largest shadow said with glee. "These humans, these fragile, insignificant creatures, will serve as an example to the rest of the participants. The first victims of the survival game. Let the other worlds watch as they are torn apart, piece by piece."

One of the shadows leaned closer to the portal through which they were watching. Its eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

"And what a spectacle it will be. Earth will be the first to crumble, its champions reduced to dust. All the other worlds will see how hopeless it is to stand against the true power of this game."

"They think they can fight," another shadow scoffed.

"But they don't even understand the rules. The Minotaurs are not just beasts—they are a force of nature, created to destroy, to crush any who stand in their way. Every time they fall, they come back stronger. They heal, they grow, they evolve."

"And when the Minotaur rises again, Earth will watch in despair," the largest shadow said with a grin. "The weakest tribe will be the first to be crushed. Let the world see. Let the other races laugh as the Earthlings fall."

Their laughter filled the void once again, a chilling sound that reverberated in the dark realm.

There was no mercy, no compassion in their voices.

Only the cold, calculated malice of beings far beyond human comprehension, taking pleasure in the inevitable destruction that was about to unfold.

…

Meanwhile, though the projection of the Asura girl had vanished from the sky above the Stonehooves tribe, she hadn't left.

Instead, her voice echoed across the cosmos, her announcement reaching every corner of the universe, especially Earth.

Her voice was filled with a malicious excitement as she narrated the unfolding events to every world watching the survival game.

"Attention, everyone!" the Asura girl's voice boomed, filled with glee. "The weakest tribe of Earth, the Stonehooves, has just made a fatal mistake! They've angered the Minotaur, and now it has healed! Twice the strength, twice the speed, and twice the size! Watch as they are crushed beneath the might of this unstoppable force!"

Her words sent chills down the spines of everyone listening.

Across Earth, and in other worlds, people watched in horror as the scene unfolded.

On Earth, large screens had been set up to broadcast the survival game instead of the sky for some unknown reason like they had taken control of the world's technologies.

In cities and towns, villages and farmlands, protected by the government from the horrors, people stood frozen, their eyes glued to the screens.

The atmosphere was thick with tension, and a collective dread began to settle in.

In a busy metropolitan area of Earth, people gathered around a massive screen mounted on the side of a skyscraper.

Hundreds of humans, from office workers to shop owners, stood in silent horror as they watched the Minotaur rise to its feet once again, now towering over Lyerin and the Stonehooves tribe.

"Oh my God," someone in the crowd whispered, their voice trembling. "It's… it's getting bigger!"

A woman clutched her child tightly, her face pale. "How can they fight something like that? It's… it's a monster!"

Others were less sympathetic. A group of men, standing at the back of the crowd, crossed their arms, sneering at the screen. "They deserve it," one of them muttered. "That tribe is nothing. They're weak. If they fall, it's their own fault for being so pathetic."

"Yeah," another agreed. "Earth has better champions than them. Why are we stuck watching these losers?"

But for every sneer, there was someone who watched in silent fear, unable to tear their eyes away from the impending doom. "If they lose," a young woman whispered, "what happens to us? What happens to Earth?"

…

In a small village on the other side of the world, an elderly man watched the game in his humble home, his face lined with worry.

His grandchildren sat beside him, their eyes wide with fear. "Grandfather," one of the children asked, "are they going to lose?"

The old man sighed heavily, his heart heavy with despair. "I don't know," he said softly. "But I am confident our Village spirit will forever protect us from the monsters of the forests."

…

In the upper echelons of society, where the powerful and influential gathered to watch the game, the reactions were mixed.

In the towering skyscrapers of the Borgias Family, the elite watched with bright expressions. They knew what was at stake.

"Lyerin is strong," one of the elders said, his voice high, "but this… this is beyond what he expected. If he falls, Earth's evolution will be accelerated. The monsters will grow faster. Earth will become a wasteland. But we will be fine haha!"

Another member of the family shook their heads, their faces looking fresh. "He can't win. It's impossible. That Minotaur… it's too powerful now. The Stonehooves tribe is doomed. He is doomed haha!"

But not everyone shared the same despair.

Lyuzen stood at the back, watching the screen with a serious expression.

He didn't speak, but his eyes were fixed on Lyerin, as if searching for something.

He didn't know what to feel.

The panic in his son's face seemed controlled and fake.

…

Back in the Asura girl's projection, her voice grew even more excited as she continued to narrate.

"The Stonehooves tribe stands on the brink of destruction! And if they lose, Earth's evolution will be forced to accelerate! The monsters will grow at an incredible speed, turning your planet into a desolate wasteland, absorbed by the darkness!"

The people of Earth, those watching in homes, on the streets, in towns and cities, all felt the weight of her words.

Despair settled like a heavy cloud over the planet, a creeping fear that tightened around their hearts.

"We're going to die," someone whispered in the crowd. "Earth is going to be destroyed."

"Monsters," another said, their voice shaking. "They're going to overrun us. We can't stop them. If that tribe loses… we're all doomed."

Across the globe, the same feelings of fear and helplessness spread.

For every few who cheered or cursed the Stonehooves tribe, there were those who understood the gravity of the situation.

This wasn't just a game anymore.

It was a battle for the survival of their world. And with each passing second, the likelihood of their salvation grew smaller.

The Asura girl's voice echoed one final time, her tone gleeful and filled with malice.

"Let the world watch as Earth falls into despair! The game has only just begun, and already, the weakest tribe is on the verge of annihilation!"

As she spoke, the Minotaur let out a deafening roar, its monstrous form looming over the terrified Stonehooves tri

be.

Despair rippled through the people of Earth like a tidal wave.

At that moment, hope seemed like a distant memory.