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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.

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Send them to heaven

Back in the dark recesses of the dungeon, Lord Victor's demeanor had changed dramatically.

The casual amusement that usually flickered in his expression had faded, replaced by a stone-like mask of emotionless focus. His hands were crossed tightly over his chest, his posture stiff, but his eyes gleamed with a sharpness that suggested deep contemplation. He no longer saw Lyerin as just a brat in a survival game—there was something more at play here, something that demanded his full attention.

He watched the magical hologram intently, tracking Lyerin's every movement with scrutinizing eyes.

The images flickered as Lyerin, covered in mud and filth, dispatched the Blast Ape guards with alarming efficiency.

The brat's attacks weren't just random strokes of luck; they were cold, calculated strikes. Lord Victor's brows furrowed as he began piecing things together.