Suddenly, a familiar chi echoed in Lyerin's mind.
Ding!
[ You have destroyed the whole younger generation Army of the Asura race.
[ Groups destroyed: 4/4.
[ Congratulations for making the Stonehooves Tribe Spirit elevate to level four! ]
Lyerin didn't flinch.
He didn't smile or even react in surprise.
Instead, he rely crossed his arms and gazed outward with the sa calm, calculating expression he had worn throughout the battle.
The power of the Stonehooves Tribe continued to grow, but in his mind, this was simply another step toward sothing far greater.
Yet, he didn't need to rush for now.
He didn't need to move for now as he didn't expect that it would all go this way.
His way.
But then, without warning, everything around him shifted.
His vision began to blur, the world around him dissolving like sand in a gust of wind.
The battlefield, the towering forms of the Pig Orcs, and the loyal girls who stood by his side—all of it vanished in an instant.
His surroundings morphed abruptly, and his vision was flooded with swirling lights.
A mont later, he found himself staring at what appeared to be a massive circular screen.
It was as though he was watching the world through the lens of a colossal eye.
On the screen were various scenes, different locations across Earth, each image magnified and showing sothing distinct from the rest.
One part of the screen zood in on bustling city streets, humans moving about their daily lives while so are still looking up at the sky, unaware of the continued cataclysmic events unfolding behind the scenes.
Another part focused on dense forests, untouched by human interference, where strange creatures began to stir in response to the rising tribal energies.
Other screens showed arid deserts, frosty mountain ranges, and even deep oceans, each landscape dotted with the subtle presence of sothing… watching.
Lyerin's gaze flickered between the images, his sharp mind trying to piece together what he was seeing.
What is this? he wondered.
Why am I seeing these specific places?
Before he could fully grasp the situation, sothing shifted beside him.
He turned his head to see an incredibly attractive Asura race girl standing next to him, holding a microphone.
Her long, silvery hair shimred like liquid starlight, and her skin was a pale violet, marked with intricate golden tattoos that pulsed faintly with power.
Her eyes glead with curiosity, and her smile was both charming and dangerous.
"Greetings, Lyerin," she said in a sultry, lodic voice. "It's quite the rare opportunity to et soone like you. I'm Yasira, your humble host for this… exclusive interview." She grinned widely, showing her sharp teeth.
Lyerin's eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained calm. "An interview?" he asked, his voice steady.
Yasira nodded, her smile never wavering. "Oh yes. You see, the Asura Overseers are very interested in your… performance. After all, not many Earthlings manage to make it this far, let alone destroy our younger generation. I must say, you've made quite the impression."
Lyerin raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for her to continue.
Yasira waved a hand, and the circular screen in front of them shifted again, showing flashes of the battles he had fought, the Asura forces crumbling beneath his Pig Orcs and the powerful horned girls that stood by his side.
"So, tell ," Yasira began, leaning in slightly with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "How does it feel to be taken as a participant in this… survival ga? Did you know who your enemies were from the beginning?"
Lyerin paused for a mont, considering his words.
He wasn't sure what ga Yasira was playing, but he knew he had to be careful. "It was unexpected," he said slowly, keeping his tone even.
"At first, I wasn't fully aware of what I was up against. But once I understood the stakes, I adapted. I always adapt." His gaze was cold and unwavering as he spoke, every word asured.
Yasira tilted her head, intrigued. "And what about the Minotaur? You made its spirit the core of your tribe. That's a bold move for an Earthling. How did you know to do that? Did soone tell you?"
Lyerin smiled, though there was no warmth in it. "Let's just say I had so… guidance. I learned to listen to the land, to the spirits of the tribes. They showed the way. The Minotaur's power was there, waiting to be claid, and I took it."
It was a lie, of course. He had watched other tribe make the Minotaur's spirit their own and it was all in his past life. But he wasn't about to reveal that.
Yasira didn't need to know how close he had co to failing, or how much of his success was due to sheer determination.
Yasira's smile widened, and she chuckled softly. "Ah, I see. A man of mystery. I like that." She twirled a lock of her shimring hair around her finger, clearly enjoying the dance of words between them.
"But tell , Lyerin," she continued, her tone teasing, "how does it feel, knowing that you've wiped out an entire generation of Asura warriors? Surely that must give you so satisfaction?"
Lyerin's expression remained neutral.
"It was necessary.
"They were in my way, and I don't allow anything to stand in my way. Satisfaction doesn't co from destruction—it cos from survival."
Yasira laughed again, this ti more loudly, clearly amused by his answer. "Oh, I like you," she purred. "You're very… controlled. Most humans would be shaking in their boots right now, but not you. You're different."
Lyerin tilted his head slightly, studying her. "I've had to be different to survive."
She nodded approvingly. "Indeed. And now, you've elevated your tribe's spirit to level four. That's quite the achievent. But tell , where did you get all this information? How did you know what to do?"
Lyerin allowed a small smirk to cross his face, leaning in slightly as if sharing a secret. "Let's just say… I've always had a talent for seeing patterns. When you pay attention long enough, you begin to understand how things work."
Yasira's eyes sparkled with amusent, though she seed unsatisfied with his vague response. "Ah, ever the elusive one, aren't you?" she teased.
They both laughed, though Lyerin's laugh was more of a quiet chuckle. Yasira, however, laughed with abandon, seemingly entertained by the entire situation. But Lyerin could sense that beneath her playful exterior, she was probing for weaknesses, trying to figure him out.
The mont her laughter died down, Yasira shifted, preparing for her next question. But before she could speak again, Lyerin's hand shot out like lightning, wrapping around her throat in a firm, unyielding grip.
Yasira's eyes widened in shock, her microphone clattering to the ground as she reached up instinctively to grab his wrist. But Lyerin's grip didn't loosen. His eyes, once calm and calculating, now burned with a cold fury.
"Enough," he said quietly, his voice like ice. "You're not here to interview . You're here to gather information. But I've told you everything I want to tell you."
Yasira struggled slightly, her hands clawing at his wrist, but Lyerin's grip was unrelenting.
The once-playful Asura now looked at him with fear, her body trembling under his power.
Lyerin leaned in.
"Do you really think you're the one still in control? but you see… you're not or the Asuras behind you… Because I am."
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