LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe

In the shadowy expanse of the unknown realm, the ethereal beings who had been watching the battle with detached interest now found themselves gripped with a rare and unexpected emotion: fear.

"Immortal lives?" one of them whispered, his voice trembling as it echoed across the void. "Isn't that… the Minotaur's power?"

A ripple of shock ran through the assembly of dark figures.

They had all seen the Minotaurs fight, and they knew all too well the horrifying implications of this revelation.

A Minotaur's immortality combined with its ability to grow stronger, faster, and larger with every revival made it one of the most feared creatures in the universe. But for the Stonehooves Tribe to now possess that very same ability—how could a once-insignificant tribe from Earth have come to wield such a terrifying power?

"Impossible," another shadow muttered, the disbelief palpable in his voice. "This tribe was nothing. They were weak, unremarkable. How could they have evolved like this?"

"It's not just immortality," another figure interjected, their tone grim. "Did you see how their strength and size doubled with each revival? If the Pig Orcs and those girls continue to grow like that... they'll become living nightmares!"

The group fell silent, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on their minds.

"This is a threat," one of the shadows finally spoke, his voice dripping with a cold dread. "If this tribe keeps evolving at this pace, what kind of Earth Tribe will they become? Will they outgrow even the Asuras?"

A murmur spread through the crowd, each figure voicing their concern.

Could the Asuras truly handle this new development?

The humans from Earth were supposed to be cannon fodder, mere pawns in the grand cosmic game.

They had been absorbed into the survival game only to fill the numbers, never seen as a real threat. But now...

"This Lyerin," one of the shadows spoke, his tone sharp and anxious, "what has he become? How did this weakling manage to elevate his entire tribe to such heights? It's not possible for a single human to manipulate their tribe's spirit so effectively."

"The Minotaur's ability is supposed to be rare! And to make it in their spirit? Even more rare? How did he know to make the Minotaur their Spirit?" another hissed. "Only a chosen few can wield such power. How did he tap into it?"

"It's not just the Minotaur's strength we're dealing with here," a deeper voice rumbled from the back of the gathering.

"This tribe's spirit is becoming something far more dangerous. It's evolving into something that not even the Asuras may be able to control. This is no ordinary tribe. If they continue to grow like this, they will surpass even the Asuras' elites."

A chilling silence fell over the gathering, the shadowy figures lost in thought, contemplating the terrifying future that might unfold if the Stonehooves Tribe continued on this path.

"Can the Asuras handle them?" a voice finally broke the silence, voicing the question that was on everyone's mind.

"They have no choice," another replied, though the uncertainty was evident. "But if they cannot… this Earth Tribe could become a threat to the entire cosmic order."

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Meanwhile, back in the realm of the Asuras, panic had broken out among the overseers.

Their once-confident demeanor had crumbled as they watched in horror as their young elite Asuras were mercilessly crushed by the resurrected forces of the Stonehooves Tribe.

"This... this wasn't supposed to happen!" one of the overseers exclaimed, pacing back and forth. "We absorbed Earth's tribal spirit to make up the numbers, not to create monsters!"

"How did this happen?" another overseer demanded, her eyes wide with panic. "They were supposed to be weak! Mere participants to be wiped out by the stronger tribes. We only included them because they were easy prey!"

"Now they've killed our young generation!" the first overseer continued, his voice rising in hysteria. "Do you know what that means? The Asura race's finest, our most promising warriors, slaughtered like cattle!"

The room was in chaos as the overseers argued, their voices overlapping in frantic tones.

"How could we have known?" one of the overseers said defensively, raising his hands. "How could anyone have predicted that the Stonehooves Tribe would evolve like this? We didn't even know they had the Minotaur's immortality until now!"

"Immortality is just the beginning!" another overseer shouted. "The Pig Orcs and those horned girls—they're growing stronger with every revival! They'll be unstoppable soon!"

"But we need to absorb this Stonehooves Tribe Earth's spirit to control them," a different overseer stammered, as if trying to convince himself more than anyone else. "We—this shouldn't be possible!"

The panic was palpable. None of them had ever imagined that a small, weak tribe like the Stonehooves would rise to such prominence, let alone develop into something that could destroy even their elite warriors.

"We have to stop them!" one of the overseers finally yelled, slamming his fist into the table. "We can't let this tribe continue to evolve like this. If we don't intervene now, they'll become unstoppable!"

"But how?" another overseer asked, his voice shaky. "We can't enter Earth for another two years! That's the rule! They were the winners of the survival game, so they're protected from direct intervention."

The room fell into a stunned silence.

Two years.

In two years, Lyerin and his Stonehooves Tribe could evolve into something far beyond what they were witnessing now.

Two years was more than enough time for the tribe to become a true nightmare for the Asuras.

"We'll be powerless by then," one of the overseers whispered, his face pale with fear. "What if… what if they surpass us by the time we're able to intervene? What if Earth becomes a power we cannot control?"

"Then we need to act now!" the lead overseer snapped, desperation creeping into his voice. "We need to find a way to destroy them before they become any stronger. We can't afford to wait two years!"

"But how?" another overseer retorted, frustration evident. "The rules are the rules! We can't send our armies to Earth until the two-year period is up!"

"We'll find a way," the lead overseer growled, his eyes burning with determination. "There must be loopholes, ways to intervene without breaking the rules."

"But what if we can't?" one of the younger overseers asked, her voice trembling. "What if we're too late?"

The lead overseer's face darkened, his expression unreadable. He took a deep breath, calming himself before speaking again.

"Then all we can do is pray. Pray that this tribe has a limit. Pray that they won't continue to grow stronger. And if they do…"

He trailed off, his eyes glinting with something darker than fear—something that spoke of desperation, of the knowledge that they had unleashed something far more dangerous than they had ever anticipated.

"If they do," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "then we'll have no choice but to erase them. All of them. Every last human on Earth."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the overseers exchanging grim looks.

They knew that the situation had spiraled far beyond their control.

The Earth Tribe, once a mere footnote in the grand scheme of things, had become a threat—a threat they could not afford to ignore.

But as they plotted and panicked, far away, on the battlefield, Lyerin stood amidst his resurrected warriors, watching the remnants of the Asura army crumble before his eyes.

He felt satisfied.

He is now very satisfied.