Way of Overlord
Chapter 66: An Event That Affects the World

Chapter 66: An Event That Affects the World

"I could do this. And then..." there is a smile on his face. There is already something in his mind that he is thinking of doing

"Generate a promotion quest for tribe leader" He thought in his mind and then a few second later, a sound echoes in his mind

[Promotion Quest Generated]

[Finish Generating]

Tting!

The sound of notification sounded in Aeryon mind and a quest popup appears in front of his eyes.

[Class Promotion Quest: Tribe Leader to Chieftain]

You have become a tribe leader. You now have a tribe under you and many clans. You have grown your tribe to become stronger. A Tribe leader only need its tribe to prosper.

A Chief governs the clans and the tribe and show that you have leadership and authority than simple tribe leader. A Chieftain is respected and feared even outside their sphere of influence

To promote from a Tribe Leader to a Chieftain, you must prove your leadership capabilities and gather the necessary resources and support to establish your authority.

Embark on a journey to build a more formidable tribe. Make your tribe stronger and feared, admired and respected

Only then will you be deemed worthy of the esteemed title of Chieftain

[The class will come with a title that could evolve]

Quest Objectives:

Gather 3000 horse riders

Gather 5000 tribesmen

Create a large settlement

Conquer four tribes or subjugate four tribes/ Could also forge alliance with four tribes to fulfil this condition.

Strengthen yourself and your tribe and survive in this harsh world!

Reward : Ten Random Resource Card

: Twenty Attribute Points

: Twenty Skill Points

: Three Class Ability Card [Bonus will be given according to the result]

Victory Condition

: Complete all objective

Failure Condition

: Your tribe is destroyed by the enemy or you die.

....

Aeryon smiles. Then he looks at the requirement and he nodded.

"The objective is a bit harder than the last time. But the rewards are even more bountiful" he thought to himself.

There was one objective that he did not know how to evaluate and that is to create a large settlement.

What does it mean by that? But Aeryon shook his head. In the end, the system will decide whether the Stelle met is big or not.

A for the Chieftain title, it seemed that he had to finish the quest to be acknowledge as a chief by the system. But in the real world, everyone already called him Chief. In the real world, there is no real standard on how to differentiate levels of power

To any roaming wandering people of the Great Steppe, anyone who has a tribe is a chief. But to the system, you must have at least five thousand tribesmen and three thousand horse riders to even be called a Chief.

"It will take some time" Aeryon could also take the other class quest if he wanted to. What he understood is that he could generate quest all he wanted.

But if he accepts it, he must complete it.

But there is an exception to that.

The exception was that if he does a class quest, he could not take another class quest.

This is different from normal quest that the system could generate.

However, right now, he could take the quest to become an Archer even though he is doing the Chieftain quest

That is because, the Chieftain quest is a different kind of quest. It is a promotion quest. And it seems that the rules don’t apply when it is a class promotion quest.

Aeryon felt as long as he focused on the system, his dream of uniting the entire Great Steppe, would not just be more dreams

"I still have time. The North of Yan would be quite for a few years. This is the best time for me to expand quickly and hobble up the small tribes all over my region"

Aeryon the opens up his status window.

______________________________________________

Name : Aeryon

Class : Warrior

: Tribe Leader

_____________________________________________

Strength : 11

Endurance : 7

Dexterity : 4

Constitution : 4

Intelligence : 7

Wisdom : 7

Charisma : 8

Perception : 5

Agility : 5

Luck : 8

Leadership : 8

Attribute Points : 0

___________________________________________

Active Skill

[Mighty Strike] Apprentice

[Unbreakable] Apprentice

[Second Breath] Beginner

[Commanding Aura] Beginner

Skill Points : 0

_______________________________________________

Passive Skill

[Swordsmanship] Beginner

[Archery] Beginner

[Horsemanship] Beginner

[Stealth] Beginner

_________________________________

Storage Space : Meat Supply Card x6

: Vegetable Supply Card x2

: Meteorite Iron Card

: Wood Supply Card x5

_________________________________

"I should use all of the supply card and put it in my own storage yard"

Aeryon then close the status window.

Right now, he felt his entire body feeling even more energized than usual. It is like taking a drug without any of the side effect.

As Aeryon stepped out of his tent, a strange sensation washed over him. He glanced at his surroundings, perplexed by the unfamiliar scene before him.

To his surprise, only a mere fifteen minutes had passed since he last checked his status window.

It felt as if time had somehow slipped away unnoticed, leaving him momentarily disoriented.

Shaking off the oddity, Aeryon refocused his thoughts on the task at hand. "I should check on my warriors," he muttered to himself.

With a sense of purpose, he made his way through the bustling camp, his presence commanding respect from those he encountered.

Aeryon could not help but smile. Before, his tribe seems so dejected. And seemingly so weak and empty

Now, it is full of people, the sound of warrior in the distance training, the sound of horses neighing, the sheep bleating, the sound of people, the melody of prosperity

As the afternoon sun cast a warm glow upon the tribe, Aeryon heart swelled with a desire to show appreciation to his people.

From his personal storage, he generously gifted hundreds of cuts of meat to the entire tribe. Even those area where the conquered tribesman lives was not forgotten.

"Thank you, Chief!"

"Thank you, Chief!"

The sound of gratitude echoes all over the tribe.

In just a few hours fragrant aroma of sizzling meat filled the air, igniting a sense of joy and camaraderie among the Brolgadhr people.

Laughter and lively conversation intertwined with the sizzling sounds of the cooking fires, creating a festive atmosphere throughout the camp.

Not forgetting the sacrifices and valour of his soldiers, Aeryon made sure they received an extra portion of meat.

Whether consumed immediately or preserved for later use, it was a gesture of gratitude for their unwavering commitment to protecting the tribe interests.

As the sun began its descent, the entourage of Ayera, a young woman accompanied by a group of formidable warriors, arrived and settled in the vicinity of the Brolgadhr settlement.

Word spread swiftly through the tribe, capturing the attention and curiosity of all.

Whispers of a future union, one that would strengthen bonds and forge alliances, permeated the air, adding an aura of anticipation and excitement.

Throughout the day, peace reigned within the tribe.

Aeryon observed the contented faces of his people, their spirits lifted by the festivities and the shared sense of unity.

It was a moment to cherish, a respite from the hardships and trials of the Steppe.

The tranquillity that enveloped the tribe reminded Aeryon of the strength and resilience they possessed, fuelling his determination to lead them toward a prosperous future.

As the day drew to a close, the campfires flickered, casting a warm glow upon the faces of the tribe.

Aeryon, standing at the heart of his people, felt a surge of pride. In this fleeting moment of peace, he glimpsed the potential of his tribe—a collective force bound by kinship, fortified by victories, and fuelled by the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

With the echoes of celebration lingering in the air, Aeryon embraced the stillness, cherishing the harmony that had graced their lives on this day.

>>

While the Brolgadhr tribe is in a state of relative peace, in Utgard tribe, an undercurrent of chaos is beginning to move.

In the realm where authority and power intertwine, a tale of tangled relationships will unfold

It is a story of a father and son. A father and a son in any common people could be filial and respectful with each other

But a story of father and son of those who have power.... rarely have such a happy story.

In pursuit of ambition and power, what use is familial bond?

Whether it be in Roma, in Yan, in Yindu.... the story has different characters but always the same story with the same theme

Within the corridors of grand castles in the dominion of Roma and sprawling estates and residence of Yan, the luminescent palaces of Yindu, this story is repeated generation after generation

A patriarch stands at the pinnacle of influence and control.

His name, renowned and feared, echoes through the land.

He is a ruler, a leader whose word shapes destinies and whose decisions reverberate across lands and generations.

Yet, alongside his towering presence and indomitable will, a smaller figure stands—the embodiment of innocence and youth.

He is the son, destined to inherit the mantle of power, caught between admiration and rebellion, longing for his father’s approval while craving the freedom to shape his own path.

The bond between father and son, woven by blood and shared ambitions, is a tapestry of contradiction.

The son yearns to step out from his father’s shadow, to forge his own legacy and prove himself worthy of the authority bestowed upon him.

But within this desire lies a conflict—a delicate desire between being loyal and being independent.

As the son grows, the dynamics shift, evolving into a complex interplay of authority and rebellion.

The father, well-versed in the art of governance, watches as his son begins to question his decisions, challenging the very foundation of his rule.

An internal struggle ensues

In this intricate dance, moments of tenderness intertwine with clashes of wills.

The father, both mentor and enforcer, strives to impart his wisdom and experience upon his son.

Yet, his guidance often becomes entangled in the web of power, leaving the son torn between reverence for his father’s authority and the longing for autonomy.

Their relationship becomes a canvas painted with hues of admiration, resentment, respect, and defiance.

Each gesture, every word, carries weight—an unspoken language that speaks volumes about the complex emotions that simmer beneath the surface.

Through their journey, they navigate the treacherous terrain of inheritance and responsibility, constantly tested by the demands of their positions.

The father seeks to mould his son into a worthy successor, while the son yearns to prove himself as an equal, not merely an heir.

Within the corridors of power, this intricate dance unfolds—a dance that mirrors the eternal struggle between generations, between the yearning for guidance and the burning desire to chart one’s own course.

It is a tale as old as time, revealing the fragility of authority, the complexities of love, and the eternal quest for power.

This is the story. The story of the father and the son.

And that is the story that is about to unfold in the Great Steppe that is about to usher in a momentous event

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