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LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe

What if a power to level up or upgrade everything—your way of living, battle skills, military prowess, etc.—but this power is limited to your Eldritch tribe. Would you expand your tribe to rise above all adversaries, would you use it to gain more personal power or use it to toy with everyone? Lyerin wanted nothing more than peace on himself, but all he had was regret. He possessed a secret ability that allowed him to quickly excel at anything he chose, but he could only use it once. While others had to spend a long time to reach higher levels or master new skills, he only needed to complete a simple, specific task to level up. However, he had already used this ability to count a specific number of sand grains to save his own life. After that, his existence became a living hell. One day, he was unexpectedly sent back in time, where he would witness numbers appearing in the sky, signaling the end of the world again—an apocalypse he despised the most! But Lyerin realized he could use his ability once more, this time on a certain group of people. A TRIBE! ``` [ Ding! ] [ You have chosen to level up knife slash! As a Wildling of your tribe, you can level up your knife slash. ] [ Condition: Slash the knife 500 times. ] [ You have chosen a random tree to level up! The tree is part of your tribe; you can level it up. ] [ Condition: Water the tree 300 times. ] [ You cannot level up anymore due to your limited rank within the tribe. Raise your rank in the clan first. ] [ Condition: Give honor to the tribe. ] [ You have reached the peak level of your tribe. If you want to level up further, improve and level up your clan! ] [ Condition: Level up the Ancestral Healing Ritual, level up the Newborn Den, and level up the tribe's farm. ] ``` With this overpowered ability, can he still hold onto his selfish wish for peace within himself? Warnings: 1. Cold, Calculated and Cunning MC. 2. After 100+ chapters will be bloody.

Notorious_911 · Fantasy
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375 Chs

Crawl

The oppressive silence of the forest was broken by Lyerin's chilling laughter.

The six of them—Scarred Soldier, Younger Woman, Donovan, Theran, Miriam, and Mikhail—were frozen in fear and exhaustion, their bodies barely holding together after their desperate attempts to escape.

Lyerin loomed over them like a predator savoring its victory, his grin widening as he studied their battered and broken forms.

"Well?" Lyerin said, his voice deceptively light but carrying a cold undertone. "Didn't you hear me? Crawl."

He tilted his head, his gaze flicking between them. "You're tired, your mana is gone, your bodies are failing… but I didn't say you could stop moving. Crawl."

None of them moved.

Their minds screamed at them to obey, but their bodies refused to cooperate. The Scarred Soldier clenched his fists, his nails biting into his palms as he tried to summon the strength to defy him.