LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe

Lyerin straightened himself and took a slow, deliberate breath before addressing the screen once again, his voice dripping with calculated arrogance.

"My dear people of Earth," he began, with a smirk curling at the edges of his lips.

"I have an announcement to make. You see, Yasira was right about one thing—you are in danger. But not from the Asura race."

He gestured toward the still-stunned Yasira standing beside him, her remaining arms trembling.

"No, the danger comes from me. From now on, all of you, every last human on this planet, will be under my rule."

Lyerin would smirked.

"Yes, you heard me. You will all be under my rule and I will make sure that even if you try to oppress me, I can still make you obey me like a dog you all are going to be. But that would be my secret for now."

Yasira's eyes widened in horror, but she remained silent, her mind scrambling to keep up with his words.

Lyerin continued, his voice smooth yet sinister, he was like someone who was filled with an authority that could not be denied.

"I possess something far beyond what any of you can comprehend," Lyerin said, lifting his chin slightly.

"You think your armies, your so-called world powers, your governments, can protect you? That your technological advancements, your nuclear bombs, can stop me?"

He chuckled darkly, a laugh that sent chills down Yasira's spine.

"You see, what you don't understand," Lyerin went on, "is that your nuclear bombs, your weapons of mass destruction—they are nothing. Useless. You could drop a hundred of them on me, and I wouldn't even blink."

The screen flickered as Lyerin stepped forward, his eyes burning with cold fire as he looked into the camera.

"The reason is spiritual. My tribe's spirit, the Stonehooves Tribe, is no longer at a measly level three."

His voice rose, triumphant.

"It is at level four. During this survival game, I made my Tribe's spiritual being level four! Yes, the spirit of the Earth itself runs through me, through my tribe. And with a level four spirit…"

Lyerin let his words hang in the air, watching with satisfaction as the gravity of his statement settled in.

"Do you know what that means? It means that your so-called advanced technological weapons cannot harm me. They can't even touch me.

"Spiritual power trumps technology every time. Your bombs, your missiles—they are physical. But I, and my tribe, we are beyond that now. We are protected by the very essence of the Earth itself. I am untouchable. Unshakable and I would make sure to conquer you all!"

Yasira, still standing beside him, was now visibly shaking.

She knew he was right.

The Asura race, even at their peak, knew the power of a spirit at level four.

It was on a completely different plane of existence in this lower Absorbed world.

That's why the upper echelon were panicking because if this Tribe was level four with a minotaur spirit, they would be unstoppable!

Lyerin smiled, satisfied by the stunned silence that followed.

"So, Earthlings," he continued, his voice oozing with confidence, "know this—I will rule you all. Not out of malice, not out of greed, but because it is inevitable for my enjoyment.

"My reason? Nothing really. I just have the power, and I have the will. You may try to resist, but it will only delay the inevitable. I will rule all of you, and you will bow to me."

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Meanwhile, back on Earth, far from the chaos of apocalyptic cities and beast-filled forests, the secret families that ruled from the shadows were thrown into panic.

For centuries, these powerful families had manipulated governments, economies, and societies, always remaining hidden, always pulling the strings. And now, Lyerin's words echoed in their hidden chambers, sending ripples of fear through their ranks.

In a vast, dimly lit room, a group of cloaked figures sat around a circular table, their faces obscured by shadows.

They were the heads of the most powerful ruling families on Earth, and for the first time in generations, they felt true fear.

"This… this can't be happening," one of them muttered, his voice trembling with disbelief.

"He has a spirit, a level four spirit! We've spent centuries trying to uncover the secrets of spiritual power, and now this… this…"

Another figure slammed his fist on the table.

"This is exactly why our ancestors searched for the ancient spirits! They knew this day would come—a day when someone would rise with a power that we could not match. And now it's here, and we are not prepared!"

A third figure, a woman with sharp eyes peeking out from beneath her hood, spoke up, her voice steady but tense.

"We cannot let him gain any more ground. If he consolidates his power, if he gathers more followers…"

"But what can we do?" another interrupted, his voice laced with panic. "He's beyond our reach! Nuclear bombs won't work, nothing we have can touch him! We're defenseless!"

"We have the resources, the influence," someone else interjected. "Surely, we can find a way—"

"Find a way?" the first voice snapped.

"The world's top minds, the greatest military powers, don't even know about the existence of spirits, let alone how to fight one! We've kept these secrets for centuries, and now… now we face an enemy who's mastered it before we could even begin!"

"We cannot afford to panic," the sharp-eyed woman said firmly, though a glimmer of doubt flickered in her gaze.

"We still control the masses. We still have influence over governments, media, and corporations. We need to use that control now, before Lyerin spreads his influence further."

"Influence won't stop him," another voice said, quieter but no less filled with fear.

"He's not just going to sway the masses… he's going to dominate them. And with that level four spirit, there's nothing we can do to resist him."

The room fell into a tense silence as the gravity of the situation sunk in.

Lyerin was not just a threat—they had no means of stopping him.

For the first time in centuries, the ruling families were on the verge of losing control.

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Back in the strange realm where Lyerin stood, he could feel the panic radiating from Earth.

It was palpable, as though he could taste their fear from across dimensions.

Yasira remained beside him, still in shock, her plans having unraveled before her eyes. Lyerin, however, was far from done.

He raised the microphone once again, his tone calm but with an edge of satisfaction.

"I know you're all panicking," he said, addressing the hidden powers of Earth.

"I know you're scrambling for a solution, for a way out of this. But fear not—I have a solution for you."

Yasira blinked, her expression confused as she stared at Lyerin.

What was he talking about now?

Was he offering them a way out?

Lyerin's smile grew darker as he leaned into the microphone, his voice low but clear.

"The solution lies… with the Borgias Family."

The screen cut out as Lyerin's last words echoed ominously into the silence.

Yasira gasped, her eyes wide with realization.

She could feel that something sinister was about to happen.

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