LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe

Chapter 191: First Blood

Lyerin sat back on his stone throne, his fingers lightly tapping against the armrests as the notifications filled his vision.

The victory over Velros Skybreaker and the crushing of the Skyclaw Brotherhood had opened up new opportunities, but Lyerin's eyes were not on the present.

They were on what came next—the horizon of power just beyond his reach.

A notification blinked before him:

Ding!

[ You have killed Velros, the leader of the Skyclaw Brotherhood.

[ Would you like to level up your Tribe? ]

Lyerin's lips curved into a slow, menacing grin.

The options unfurled before him, a cascading array of possibilities to take his tribe to new heights.

His gaze lingered over each one as if savoring a meal laid out before a king.

Level Up Options:

[ 1. Fortify Stonehooves Tribe Defenses: Increases the durability of all tribe fortifications, making them impenetrable to most physical and magical attacks.

[ 2. Increase Pig Orc Intelligence: Grants the Pig Orcs tactical awareness, allowing them to form more complex strategies during combat.

[ 3. Boost Tribewide Combat Power: Increases the physical and magical strength of every member of the Stonehooves Tribe.

[ 4. Enhance Healing Ability: Tribe members now regenerate wounds faster, allowing them to recover during and after battles.

[ 5. Unlock Elemental Magic for Orcs: Provides the Pig Orcs access to basic elemental magic, allowing them to hurl fire, ice, or lightning at their enemies.

[ 6. Upgrade Tamed Creatures' Ferocity: All tamed creatures become more aggressive and lethal, increasing their effectiveness in battle.

[ 7. Level Up Tribe Spirit: The core of the tribe, its spiritual essence, increases, making the Stonehooves Tribe not only stronger but also binding them more deeply to Lyerin's will.

[ 8… 9… and so on… ]

Lyerin's fingers hovered for a moment before he murmured under his breath, "So many delightful options... but only one will truly provoke the next phase of this game."

His eyes darkened as they flicked toward the sky, his vision narrowing as if peering through the fabric of reality itself.

He knew the Overseer and his minions were watching. He knew what was to come, and now, it was time to push the limits of this game.

"Let's provoke the war-hungry race," Lyerin whispered, his voice barely audible. "The Six-Armed Demons... or what do they call themselves now? Ah, yes... Asura Shuras."

His words hung in the air like a promise—a dangerous promise that would set the world aflame.

With a dark chuckle, he refocused on the options in front of him.

"Level up the Stonehooves Tribe Spirit!" His voice carried an authority that reverberated through the air, shaking the ground beneath him.

Ding!

[ To level up the Stonehooves Tribe Spirit into level 2, the host must eradicate at least one Community participant in this Survival Game. ]

Lyerin's grin widened as his fingers curled into fists. "Perfect..." he muttered.

He stood from his throne, raising his hands to the darkened sky above him as if calling to the very forces of the universe.

His voice, low and menacing, echoed through the halls of the Stonehooves Tribe's camp.

"Go forth... and claim that thing for me before anyone else dares to touch it."

His words seemed to ripple through the air like a spell, resonating deep within the hearts of the Stonehooves Tribe members.

From the savage Pig Orcs to the humans who had become his pawns, they all felt the surge of power and purpose that their leader was imbuing into them.

The air itself seemed to shimmer with raw energy as Lyerin continued.

"And why stop there? Let's make this even more interesting."

He stretched out his hand, fingers splayed, and issued another command. "Let's level up the overall levels of the inhabitants of the Stonehooves Tribe!"

Ding!

[ Leveling up tribe members… ]

A pulse of shimmering energy spread from Lyerin's body, washing over the Stonehooves camp.

Those who felt it—Corora, Sophia, and the other humans, along with the Pig Orcs—glanced around in confusion as the power seeped into their very bones.

"What is he doing now?"

Corora muttered, a frown on her face. Sophia, standing beside her, could only shake her head, equally puzzled.

At the same time, deep within the twisting maze, the disorganized Pig Orcs that had been gorging themselves on the remains of the Skyclaw Brotherhood suddenly froze.

Their bloodshot eyes widened, and they straightened up, standing taller and more disciplined.

It was as if some primal force had taken hold of them, drawing them into a new state of consciousness.

Without a word, they began to march—no longer the savage, chaotic beasts they once were but soldiers with a purpose.

They would claim what their master demanded.

…

Far above, in the realm of shadow, the Overseer observed Lyerin's actions with a mixture of amusement and intrigue.

One of the six-armed shadow figures beside him tilted their head in curiosity, their voice a soft whisper. "What is he planning? What does he mean by level up his tribe now, when the Skyclaw Brotherhood is already broken?"

The Overseer's lips curled into a knowing smile as he leaned forward, his glowing eyes reflecting Lyerin's image in the maze below.

"He's not just aiming to survive. He's aiming to dominate. Lyerin isn't content with just taking down the Skyclaw Brotherhood. He wants to wipe them out entirely, leaving no trace."

Another shadow figure scoffed, crossing their six arms in front of their chest. "But why? He's already won this battle. The next wave would finish them off eventually."

The Overseer shook his head slowly, still watching the scene unfold.

"Maybe, just maybe, that's not how Lyerin thinks. He's a predator, a hunter. He doesn't just let his prey suffer slowly. He goes for the throat, and when it's over, he makes sure there's nothing left to fight back."

A ripple of murmurs spread among the shadow figures.

"Lyerin is... ruthless," one of them said, their voice trembling with awe.

"More than ruthless," another added, their voice tinged with both fear and admiration. "He's terrifying. Every move he makes is calculated, every step designed to ensure total victory. There's no mercy in him. No hesitation."

The Overseer chuckled softly. "Exactly. That's what makes him so dangerous. Lyerin doesn't just play the game... He rewrites the rules."

One of the six-armed figures spoke up again, their voice low and filled with dark fascination.

"Perhaps... Lyerin is more than just a participant in this Survival Game. Perhaps he's something more... a monster in disguise."

The Overseer's smile widened. "Oh, I've no doubt about that. He's a force of nature—a cunning, sadistic force of nature. Perhaps even more dangerous than the game itself."

The shadows exchanged glances, their voices filled with unease and respect. "He's a sadistic killer," one of them whispered.

"Indeed," the Overseer agreed, his gaze never leaving Lyerin. "And that's what makes him perfect for this."

…

Back on Earth, the reactions were no less intense.

The Asura girl of Earth, who had been providing commentary for the ongoing Survival Game, was now in complete shock.

The fall of the Skyclaw Brotherhood had been devastating, but what was happening now was even more staggering.

"The Stonehooves Tribe was supposed to fall," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's the Skyclaw Brotherhood... the Skyclaw Brotherhood that's fallen instead."

The humans watching from Earth were equally stunned.

Across every screen, the scene of the Pig Orcs marching in perfect formation, their savage nature replaced by a cold discipline, sent chills down their spines.

"What a turn of events!" one commentator shouted in disbelief. "The Skyclaw Brotherhood was Earth's greatest hope, and now they're all but gone! The Stonehooves Tribe... they're... they're unstoppable!"

Another voice echoed in the crowd, a mixture of awe and fear. "With Lyerin leading them... who can stop them now?"

The Earthlings were left in stunned silence, the reality of the situation sinking in.

Without the Skyclaw Brotherhood, Earth's chances were growing slimmer by the second. But even more terrifying than that was the realization that Lyerin wasn't done yet. And whatever came next... would be even worse.