LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe

Yasira's eyes gleamed with pain and fury as Lyerin's grip tightened around her throat.

Struggling against his vice-like hold, she gasped for breath but still managed to spit out a venomous threat, her voice raspy and filled with malice.

"If you don't release me…" she choked, her eyes flashing with cruel intent, "…the Asuras will descend upon Earth. We will burn your pathetic planet to ashes. And do you know what that means, human?"

Lyerin remained calm, his grip unmoving as she continued, her voice trembling with both pain and fury.

"We'll start with your women. The Asuras will tear them apart, piece by piece. Their screams will echo across the skies as we rip the very flesh from their bones. Your daughters, your sisters—they will be made to beg for mercy that will never come. And the babies," Yasira hissed, her eyes narrowing, "we'll make sure they burn first.

Infants, toddlers, all of them, screaming as they watch their world burn before their innocent eyes."

Lyerin's expression didn't change. He simply watched her, a cold indifference settling over his features.

"And your old people!"

Yasira snarled, her desperation evident.

"We'll make them suffer! They'll be torn limb from limb, their wrinkled bodies turned to ash as we harvest their organs for our entertainment. The elderly, your beloved ancestors, they'll be nothing but fodder for our experiments, their bodies crushed underfoot like insects."

She gasped for breath, but her eyes still gleamed with malice.

"And the men… your men will be enslaved. Forced to serve us for generations, worked to death in the harshest conditions imaginable. We'll break their minds, their wills, until they become nothing more than mindless beasts. Do you understand, Lyerin? We will enslave your entire race!"

Her voice grew quieter, more sinister.

"Your lands? Your cities? We will raze them to the ground, one by one. Every tree, every stone, every blade of grass will be scorched until Earth is nothing more than a smoldering wasteland. Your entire civilization will be reduced to dust. There will be nothing left of your history, your culture.

Everything you ever knew will be gone."

Yasira's lips curled into a sadistic smile, despite the pain she was in. She believed she had struck fear into him. "So release me," she growled, "or witness the total annihilation of your world with your very eyes!"

Lyerin's response, however, was not what Yasira expected.

He didn't tremble in fear or even hesitate.

Instead, his lips slowly curved into a smile.

A cold, chilling smile that somehow sent a deep abyss like shivers down Yasira's spine.

"I don't care," Lyerin said, his voice low and calm.

Yasira's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened in disbelief. "W-What?"

"I don't care about your threats," Lyerin continued, tightening his grip just enough to make Yasira wince in pain.

"Burn the planet. Torture the women. Kill the babies. Enslave the men. Do whatever it is your twisted race enjoys. None of it matters to me.

I would eve enjoy seeing them burn to crisp and wonder how they would fare…"

For the first time since the confrontation began, Yasira felt a pang of fear deep within her.

Lyerin's eyes were devoid of any fear or concern to whatever he threats were.

The way he spoke with the casual indifference of a man who had already calculated the outcome was clear.

"Y-You're lying!" Yasira stammered, trying to regain control. "You're just bluffing. You think you can—"

Lyerin interrupted her with a quiet laugh. "Bluffing? No, Yasira. I'm simply aware of something you're not."

He loosened his grip slightly, just enough for her to gasp for air, but kept her pinned in place.

"You see, the Asura race may be powerful, but even you have your limits. It would take years for your kind to reach Earth. You don't have the immediate means to do what you just threatened. So we human race could still prepare for what was inevitable! They would get stronger even!"

Yasira's eyes went wide. "Wh-What are you talking about?"

Lyerin leaned closer, his cold gaze piercing through her.

"The survival game," he said softly.

"The game I just won. My tribe defeated the younger generation of your kind. And because of that victory, Earth has been granted protection. For two years, no one from the Asura race can set foot on Earth. It's part of the prize for winning."

Yasira's eyes widened even further, the realization of what he was saying sinking in. "That's… impossible."

"Is it?"

Lyerin said with a smirk.

"You already know it's true. That's why you're here, isn't it? You were sent to gather information because the Asura Overseers didn't expect me to win. They didn't think a mere Earthling could defeat their precious warriors. But I did. And now, Earth is shielded from your race for the next two years."

Yasira's face twisted in disbelief. "Two years…" she muttered, her voice trembling.

Lyerin's smile widened. "And that's not all. The gifts that come with victory will soon be opened all over Earth. Smaller dimensions, treasures hidden for millennia, will be accessible to humans. Animals will transform into eldritch creatures. Earth's intelligent inhabitants will grow stronger, faster.

By the time your race is able to reach us, we'll be ready. We'll be stronger than you can imagine."

Yasira's heart raced as she realized the gravity of the situation.

The Asura Overseers had miscalculated.

They had absorbed Earth's tribal spirit to use it as a pawn in their game, but now that pawn had grown into something far more dangerous.

With him making impossible things to the survival game, she is sure that this human could lose a threat.

Lyerin released his grip on Yasira, letting her collapse to the ground. She gasped, clutching her throat, her once confident demeanor shattered by the cold truth of his words.

"You see," Lyerin said, his tone still calm and collected, "your threats mean nothing to me because I know you can't follow through on them. Not yet, anyway. So, why should I care?"

Yasira looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear.

She knew he was right.

The Asuras couldn't invade Earth for at least two years, and by then, who knew what kind of strength the humans would have amassed?

Lyerin crouched down beside her, his cold gaze boring into her. "Now," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "I need you to do something for me."

Yasira's body trembled. "Wh-What do you want?"

"Open your communication device," Lyerin ordered, his voice cold. "I want to send a message to my fellow humans."

Yasira's eyes flickered with panic. "Why… why would you do that?"

Lyerin leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with a chilling intensity. "Because," he whispered, "I have an announcement to make."

The fear in Yasira's eyes deepened, but she knew she had no choice.

Reluctantly, she reached for her communication device, her hands shaking as she activated it.

The screen flickered to life, and the connection to the Asura Overseers and Earth was made.

Lyerin's cold smile remained as he prepared to speak, ready to send a message that would change everything.

However, before he could speak or look at it, Yasira would suddenly pull one of the six arms she had and then take the microphone with a glint in her eyes, looking at Lyerin with hatred.