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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 · Fantaisie
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Horror of the Minotaur

The moment the Minotaur's body began to stir, the people of Zordrix held their breath. The air in the floating city of Eryndor was thick with anticipation.

Velros Skybreaker and his Skyclaw Brotherhood had felled the beast, or so they thought.

The mighty Minotaur, its chest pierced by Velros's blade, had collapsed in a thunderous heap, and the Jaldir had erupted in wild celebration.

However, now, as the creature's massive form shifted, as its muscles rippled and reformed, the jubilant cheers were replaced by stunned silence.

On the grand screens, the Minotaur rose.

It wasn't just getting back up; it was transforming.

The creature's already towering frame began to expand, its muscles growing denser, its body swelling to nearly twice its original size.

Its eyes burned with a new ferocity, glowing like embers in a furnace, and its breathing became deeper, more guttural.