Way of Overlord
Chapter 54: A Historical Moment

Chapter 54: A Historical Moment

Aeryon opens his eyes as he seems to be jolted awake

"Hah, hah, hah" his heart racing, beads of sweat cling to his forehead, glistening in the dim light of the room.

He takes in deep, laboured breaths, trying to steady his racing pulse.

He look around him and for a moment, his vision is blurry. And then as he rubs his eyes he looks around

It is dark and only dim light could be seen in his tent.

"A tent. Right....I am Aeryon" he muttered to himself like he is confirming it to himself .

"It was a nightmare" he mutters to himself.

He felt unsettled and uneasy.

With a shaky hand, Aeryon reaches out to touch his surroundings, seeking reassurance in the familiar objects that surround him.

He touches the blanket, the bed and takes a deep breath

His eyes scanning the room in search of any signs of danger. But all he sees is the serenity of his own tent, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight.

Yet, despite the tranquillity of his surroundings, Aeryon panic lingers.

His breath feels constricted, as if an invisible force were tightening its grip around his chest. He sits up, trying to dispel the lingering fear that clings to him like a shadow.

Aeryon takes a few deliberate breaths, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, willing his racing heart to calm.

He reminds himself of his current reality, focusing on the present moment to ground himself

"It’s a nightmare" he reminded himself again. But the moment he tries to remember what the nightmare about, he found out he could not remember anything

That is how most dreams go. But, the more Aeryon could not remember it, the more he felt uneasy.

He felt like he is about to have a panic attack. So, he looks at his bed. And he began looking at the details of his tent

He sleeps on a raised platform.

When the tribe become large, Aeryon had also gained some rewards. Mayeux insisted to upgrade his tent

Aeryon did not think it was important but Mayeux insisted so when he went riding, Mayeux had sent people to upgrade his tent.

Right now, he really felt like he is the chief. If he invites people into his tent, he at least would not lose face.

He looks at the raised platform.

"I do not know how they built all of this" he thought to himself. Maybe, if he chooses a builder class, he would be able to easily create things like this.

He was even tempted but he knows that is not realistic. The most suitable class for him to gain right now is none other than tribe leader class

Before, he did not entertain such idea because the tribe is too little.

He fears that if he gets a quest to recruit people, he would not be able to do it.

He thinks he made a very smart choice by choosing warrior class first, gaining some strength and then choose a high tier class.

Aeryon come closer to his bed and look at the platform

These platforms is made of wood and covered with felt,

It gives a comfortable and elevated sleeping surface.

His beds is quite simple. There is soft bedding, fur blankets and cushions, to provide warmth during the cold nights.

There is also a few furnishings in his tent

There is decorative rugs and carpets adorning the floor, and colourful tapestries hung on the walls, adding a touch of beauty and individuality to the interior.

The carpets and the tapestries, most of them are taken from the Ghar and Xewa tribe.

Those two tribes always have large ambitions and they traded a lot with the merchants that came from the Northern Great Steppe.

And all of the things they have now belongs to him. Not to mention the other four tribes that he had subjugated under his rule.

There is also chest and trunks to store his personal items and valuables

And because of his insistence, there is wooden stools and low tables for dining or working. Aeryon also realized that his tent has light

There is candles that has been lighted up. Aeryon remember that he has someone task to light up the candle for him

He does not like the dark.

The lighted candle creates a warm and cozy atmosphere. On the walls, there is also weapons and hunting gear

And unlike his pitiful tent that he used to live before, his tent now has central support column that held the roof in place and allowed for a spacious living area.

He also have a few additional interior partitions to create separate spaces for different purposes.

His tent was very small in the past. A small tent for a small tribe. Even his father tent was not as big as his tent today.

His tent right now is like a tent with multifunctional space, serving as a living quarter, a gathering place for family and guests, and a symbol of the tribe’s identity and authority.

"Comfortable but functional" he muttered to himself

And why is he looking at all of the things inside his tent. Because this is how he centre himself when he is anxious.

Focusing on things that he could see, he could describe and the more he thinks about other things, the more his mind wander

And as his mind wander, the panic, the fear is forgotten

The nightmare make his heart betas like a war drum. And he almost felt like his heart is about to be obstructed.

He did not know what he sees in his nightmare to spook him so much that he felt like his entire body is being chilled. When he tries to remember it, he did not even remember a fragment of that dream

It was like the dream was there one minute and as he tries to grasp that dream, it fly away.

So, he focus on something else. He did not pay much attention to his tent before

But now, in an effort to calm his heart down, he sees the details and seeing the details and thinking about something else instead of the anxiousness she felt, he slowly centred himself and his heart is now beating normally again

He is already walking around his tent.

And after calming himself he went out of his tent for a second. Outside he could see the traces of the downpour.

The grass is damp, the scent of rain lingers in the air, mingling with the earthy fragrance of the Steppe.

Glistening droplets on the blades of grass shimmering under the moonlight.

As he gazes out into the night, he felt the cool and clear air that the rain has brought.

The moisture in the atmosphere has washed away the dust and grime, leaving behind a refreshing sensation that permeates the Steppe.

The once-stifling heat has been replaced by a gentle breeze, carrying with it a hint of chilliness that makes him shiver slightly.

occasional droplet falls from the tent flaps above, creating a soothing patter as it hits the ground.

Aeryon takes a moment to appreciate the beauty of the night, letting the cool air envelop him.

He closes his eyes, allowing the gentle breeze to caress his face and the sound of the rustling grass to soothe his heart

"I am calm now" he thought to himself. Aeryon then call one of the guards. He whispers something and the guard quickly scurry off.

Aeryon enter back his tent and he took a drink of sheep milk.

He is quite sure that if he is back in his real world, his body probably could not take such direct consumption because the taste would not go well with his palate.

But because this is Aeryon body, it felt like a very familiar drink to him. Quenching his thirst, he decided to boil water.

Outside his tent, there is an earthenware to store the rain water. Unlike in the future where the water is very polluted, this world did not yet have any industrial revolution

There is no smog of fumes of chemicals on the sky or pollutants to pollute the air. He took some of the water and boil it.

Most people would just drink it. Maybe later he would popularize boiling water before drinking it

There are people who boils the water but they usually boils the water for other reason and not for drinking. Though he does not know whether boiling the water has any effect or not

From what he gathered the people of this world has very powerful constitution. A kid of this world possess strength of an adult man in his world and the adult man possess great power surpassing the adult men of his world

He notices this when he was fighting before. In a way, the people of this world is born with strength beyond the normal range of strength of his original world.

But because everyone is the same, they felt like their strength is normal. If these people is brought to his earth, they would shame many Olympians.

He waited the water to boil. And he closes his eyes. Time passes and then he heard the sound of footstep

"Come in" before the guard could even announce the person in front of the tent, Aeryon already ordered them to enter

Three people enter the tent

"Sit"

Outside the tent, the people are already going to sleep. Some horse riders rides around the settlement patrolling the area.

Nothing is out of the ordinary. Today is another fulfilling day for the tribe. There is downpour, the wind is cool but there is enough blankets and many tents are built around the settlements.

These tents belongs to the conquered tribespeople.

All of them did not know as they drift to sleep, that tonight, in the tent of Aeryon something big will happen

Something momentous.

It is funny how people who lives in the most brilliant moment of history rarely recognize that they are in that particular moment of brilliance.

When people read historical records and they read of something momentous, a decision, a plan, a goal that is laid out , they know that this is that moment where the greatness of a certain figure could be seen

And any history buff would want to go to that time to witness such event. And tonight, such event will transpire.

But no one knows about it. Everyone drift to sleep, smiling that today, they have a full belly and a place to sleep, protected from the elements.

And while everyone is sleeping, an old woman walks outside her tent.

She looks at the clear sky, look at the shing star above and one particular star shines so brightly that even her blurry eyes could see it.

"it is blinding’ she said and there is a smile on her face. Like she saw a beautiful dream.

The wind blows, she shivers and she coughed. And she enters back the tent and laid down, remembering the star.

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