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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 · ファンタジー
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291 Chs

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.