Reborn As A Beastman With A System

Chapter 178: Pier Town!

Logan leaned back, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "You know, it's no surprise I'm not overly curious. When I first heard about the dock town, I assumed it was just a small outpost. But after seeing the scale of the construction, it's clear this place is meant for something much bigger."

He paused, letting his words sink in. "We're not just preparing for the snake people. This town is poised to become a bustling hub. Imagine; at least 20,000 people living here in the future!"

Begon, Astali, and Tyton exchanged glances, their eyes wide with astonishment. "Not the last town?" Begon murmured, confusion etched on his face. "Does that mean there are more to come?"

Logan caught their surprise and grinned. "Absolutely! The Silver Mane Tribe is growing stronger by the day. Pier Town is just the beginning. We need to create more towns, and eventually, cities."

Astali nodded slowly, piecing it together. "But isn't this just a tribal group?"

Logan shook his head, his expression firm. "Not quite. The traditional view of a tribe is too simplistic. Think about the human kingdoms back in my past life. They didn't just survive; they thrived through a layered administrative system. Beastmen tribes, on the other hand, often live like nomads, which limits their growth."

Tyton looked thoughtful. "So, you're saying we need to establish a hierarchy?"

"Exactly," Logan replied, leaning in. "A feudal system is one model, but we can adapt it. Human kingdoms have lords controlling territories, but we can build towns and cities where resources are shared more evenly. This way, we avoid conflict over resources, which I fear is inevitable if we stay grouped together."

"But how will this work?" Begon asked, furrowing his brow. "Isn't it dangerous to change the way we've always lived?" Read new chapters at M V L

"Change is necessary," Logan insisted, a spark of determination in his voice. "The old ways are limiting us. We can learn from human structures without losing our identity. We'll create layers of towns and cities that support one another, rather than a single tribe that could easily become overcrowded and chaotic."

Astali and Tyton nodded, their initial confusion replaced by a burgeoning excitement. They could see the vision taking shape; a future where the tribe didn't just survive, but thrived, transforming their way of life for generations to come.

Logan stood tall, his voice calm but firm, addressing the gathered leaders. "The truth is, the tribal chiefs are fully aware of the risks involved. These decisions impact their own families, so they won't make choices that would endanger their power or their bloodlines."

He paced a few steps, deep in thought. "The royal court may have been strong, but when every tribe opposes a decision, it's impossible for even the strongest ruler to impose their will. You can't attack all the tribes at once. And if you do, eventually, you'll face a rebellion. After all, who would the king rule if everyone's dead? Who would there be left to oppress?"

Logan stopped and locked eyes with each of the three men; Begon, Astali, and Tyton; ensuring they were following his reasoning. "That's how the tribes function. When a chief dies, his sons split off, forming smaller tribes. The original tribe is still respected, but its power weakens as these offshoots grow."

He paused again, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "The royal court loved this. It didn't have to lift a finger as the tribes weakened themselves through constant division. But those smaller tribes eventually saw the danger.

They realized, 'Why should I obey the original tribe when we're just as strong?' This led to infighting among the chiefs, often from the same bloodline, and weakened them further. Rival tribes from outside took advantage, leading to the downfall of many families."

Logan let out a deep breath, then turned to face his companions directly. "That's why the entire tribal system resisted this, and why I want something different."

"The town," he said, his tone more measured now, "doesn't operate like a tribe. The position of chief isn't passed down to a son. Instead, we'll have a mayor, someone who manages the town. They don't have to come from the Silver Mane Tribe. The only requirement is talent, the ability to lead and manage."

The three leaders looked at him, puzzled. Begon's brow furrowed, clearly grappling with the implications. "But, Chief, isn't this risky? The Silver Mane Tribe has always been family-led. If you do this, aren't we risking the tribe's future by allowing outsiders to lead?"

Tyton, less sure but equally curious, leaned forward. "Chieftain, I'm sure you've thought this through. But what kind of power will this mayor have?" His question caught the attention of Begon and Astali, who now looked at Tyton with newfound respect. He had hit on something crucial.

Logan smiled, nodding at Tyton's perceptiveness. "The mayor is the highest-ranking official in the town. He will manage the day-to-day affairs, oversee trade, and handle disputes. However—" Logan raised a finger, "—there is one major exception."

Begon leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "What's the exception?"

"The mayor will have no control over the town's military forces," Logan explained. "The law enforcement and garrison troops remain under the tribe's control. The mayor can't mobilize them. Only the tribe, and specifically the Silver Mane leadership, has that authority."

Begon exhaled, visibly relieved, as the others exchanged understanding glances. The tension in the room eased. Now it made sense why Logan had placed so much importance on the role of the chief executive. As long as the tribe controlled the military, the mayor; whether an outsider or not, could never threaten the tribe's rule.

Logan looked them over, satisfied that they had grasped the key point. "You see, this system ensures that while we grow and expand, we still retain ultimate control. The mayor manages the town, but the military, the force that truly holds power, stays in our hands.

This way, even as we unify more territory; say, the entire southern wasteland; we won't fall into the same traps as those who follow the old feudal systems."

He spoke with renewed intensity, his eyes gleaming with vision. "When we take control of the southern wasteland, we won't rely on traditional feudal lords. We'll create a network of towns and cities, each one run by capable leaders. But at the core of every town and city will be the Silver Mane Tribe, controlling the armed forces.

That's how we ensure our dominance, not just over the land, but over the future itself."

Begon, Astali, and Tyton nodded, understanding the brilliance of the plan. The Silver Mane Tribe wouldn't just survive; they would thrive, spreading their influence without the risk of internal division or weakening power. Logan had found a way to expand without losing control, ensuring that their tribe would rule for generations to come.