LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe

Meanwhile, back on Earth, the grand arena of the Asura Empire was a cacophony of mixed emotions—gasps, shouts, and the nervous murmurs of disbelief from the Earthlings who had gathered to witness the survival event.

The vast screens, each displaying a live feed of the Stonehooves Tribe, flickered with scenes of the tribe's unlikely success story.

At the center of it all was the Asura girl, a young announcer who had been tasked with narrating the unfolding events to the Earth's population.

But now, her voice, once loud and confident, was lost.

She stood before her console, her eyes fixed on the screen, her lips parted slightly as if searching for the right words.

However, none came. She had never seen anything like this before.

Lyerin, the enigmatic representative of Earth, had turned everything on its head.

She could barely keep up with the rapid twists and turns of his strategies, and now, she found herself struggling to narrate at all.

"Unbelievable…" she finally muttered under her breath, her voice low, almost as if she were speaking to herself.

The crowd, leaning forward in their seats, hung onto her every word, desperate for some kind of explanation for what they were witnessing.

"Lyerin... The Stonehooves Tribe… they just keep… they keep surprising us." Her voice wavered with disbelief. "First, they were the weakest tribe, the smallest group of mere forty-five humans, and now…"

The screens replayed Lyerin's astonishing feats: his taming of the unkillable Minotaur, the sudden appearance of the maze that now trapped their enemies, and the startling revelation that even the ferocious Raging Pigs had become nothing more than docile pets under his command.

Each clip sent shockwaves through the audience, from the Earthlings watching in awe to the elite Asura warriors and dignitaries who observed with growing unease.

"How does he keep doing this?" the Asura girl whispered, though her voice was broadcasted across the entire arena.

"When the Raging Pigs first stormed into the maze, we thought that was it. We thought they would devour Lyerin and the Stonehooves Tribe like all others... But no! They didn't even attack! They acted as if… as if they were his pets, following his command!"

The arena filled with a strange, tense silence as everyone watched the scene shift once again to the Stonehooves Tribe's current state.

There they were, sitting comfortably, cooking massive slabs of troll meat, laughing, and enjoying their meal as if the world outside their maze wasn't teetering on the brink of chaos.

The dichotomy was jarring—while other tribes fought tooth and nail for survival, Lyerin's group was enjoying a feast.

On the screens, Lyerin was seen casually lounging at the foot of the Stonehooves statue, playing small magic tricks for the children, his expression utterly unbothered.

It was surreal. It was maddening.

The Asura girl blinked rapidly, trying to refocus, to say something that could capture the absurdity of the situation, but she was utterly at a loss.

"And now…" she began hesitantly, her voice cracking with uncertainty.

"And now, after everything—the Minotaur, the maze, the pigs—now the Birdmen… the Skyclaw Brotherhood… They've been grounded. They can't fly out of the maze, and they're being hunted within it!"

She paused, gripping the edges of her console tightly as if grounding herself from the overwhelming reality. "They're trapped. They can't even fly! What kind of magic is this?"

The crowd erupted in chatter, and a sense of awe spread among them. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Earth's representatives had been considered a joke—a weak faction doomed to fail from the very beginning. But Lyerin had defied every expectation.

Again and again, he had turned what should have been the Stonehooves Tribe's greatest weaknesses into insurmountable strengths.

"What's happening?" a spectator shouted from the stands, echoing the thoughts of everyone present.

"Is this… Is this really just Lyerin's doing?" another asked, their voice tinged with disbelief.

The Asura girl could only shake her head. She had no answer. She had seen many things in these survival events, but this was beyond comprehension.

Lyerin was breaking all known conventions, rewriting the rules of the game.

There was a creeping realization that this human was no ordinary contestant; he was something entirely different—something far more dangerous.

The Borgias, Earth's enemies and the ones who had orchestrated Lyerin's participation in this game, were not immune to the spreading dread.

They watched the screens with clenched jaws and tight fists, their eyes narrowing with every victory Lyerin secured.

He was an unpredictable element they hadn't accounted for, and each triumph he achieved seemed like a nail in the coffin of their carefully laid plans.

"What is this human?" one of the Borgias murmured, eyes wide with anxiety. "If he returns to Earth with this kind of power… if he comes back after conquering the survival event…"

"He'll destroy us," another finished, voice trembling slightly. "He promised he would crush us at our peak. What if this is his way of ensuring we have nowhere to hide?"

Their fear was palpable. Lyerin's motives were clear—he had said before that he wanted the Borgias Family to reach its peak so he could crush them at their strongest.

However, now, watching his effortless command over the Stonehooves Tribe and the way he dismantled his enemies with strategy and wit, the Borgias felt the cold, creeping dread of their own downfall inching closer.

Back on the screens, the scene shifted once more, showing the Raging Pigs as they emerged from the maze.

They moved with purpose, their massive, muscular bodies and the crude armor they wore glinting in the light.

They were hauling more resources, piling branches and logs near the makeshift kitchens where Lyerin's tribe continued to feast.

The Asura girl, still in a state of speechlessness, suddenly snapped back to attention, her eyes widening.

"What… what is happening now?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with shock.

She pointed toward the screen as if trying to direct everyone's attention, though it was already glued to the unfolding scene.

"The Raging Pigs… they're coming out again! But… but they're… they're not attacking. They're… they're working?"

Gasps filled the arena as the Raging Pigs began to systematically arrange the new piles of resources they had brought.

They stacked logs carefully, building crude barricades and fortifications around the edges of the tribe's center.

Some of the pigs even helped the humans in turning spits, their massive hooves surprisingly dexterous as they assisted in the cooking efforts.

"They're... they're helping?" the Asura girl stammered, unable to believe her own eyes.

"This... this doesn't make any sense! The Raging Pigs are notorious for their mindless rage, but… but they're acting like they're part of the tribe now!"

The audience was stunned into silence, watching the surreal cooperation between beasts and humans.

The once-feared Raging Pigs, who were supposed to be the scourge of any weak tribe, were now behaving like trained workers under Lyerin's command.

It was as if Lyerin's influence extended beyond mere survival tactics; it was a complete domination of the battlefield—no, of the very nature of the creatures around him.

"What kind of magic is this?!" someone in the crowd finally shouted, voicing the incredulity that everyone felt. "What has Lyerin done to them?"

The Asura girl's mind raced, her heart pounding as she tried to make sense of the unfolding events. Lyerin wasn't just surviving—he was thriving.

He was bending the rules of this deadly game to his will, and with each passing moment, the narrative shifted further in his favor.

The image of the Stonehooves Tribe, once pitiful and weak, was now one of a formidable stronghold, teeming with life and unlikely allies.

For the first time, the Asura girl's confident facade cracked, revealing the raw, unfiltered astonishment beneath.

"This… this isn't just survival," she whispered, almost too softly to be heard. "This is… Lyerin's domain. And everyone else… is just playing in it."

The arena fell silent, with only the crackle of the tribe's cooking fires and the distant, muted sounds of the maze echoing through the screens.

All eyes were on the Raging Pigs, on Lyerin, and on the impossible reality that was slowly dawning on them all—Lyerin was no longer just a participant in this game.

He was the game itself, and every move, every strategy, was his to command.