YM778.TV Chapter 265: Would like to know?
One young man, his voice trembling slightly with anticipation, cleared his throat and asked, "If we… leave the tribe, will this adaptation still… stay with us? Or does it fade away?"
Another soldier quickly jumped in, voice filled with the same hesitant curiosity. "Yeah, I mean, what if we\'re just temporary members? Is this ability only temporary too? Do we lose it when we\'re out on our own again?"
The questions grew louder as more joined in, their minds racing. "And how long would it last if it does fade? Are we talking days, weeks? Would we even notice it disappearing?"
"Does the adaptation ability fade slowly or all at once?"
"Could it suddenly fail in the middle of a hazardous environment? Like, if we\'re walking through a storm or a swamp, could it just… vanish?"
"And if we rejoin the tribe again after leaving, does it take time to regain the adaptation? Or does it immediately return?"
They looked at Lyerin expectantly, hanging onto his every word as if he held the answers to some impossible mystery.
Another soldier, younger than the rest, leaned forward, his voice tense with worry.
"So… when it goes away, is it instant? Or would it gradually lessen, like our bodies forgetting how to adapt over time?"
Yet another, an older man with a scar across his cheek, joined the chorus.
"What if we\'re in the middle of a hazardous environment when we lose it? Would that adaptation still protect us until we\'re safe?"
The questions came rapid-fire, each one fueled by a desperate desire to understand the strange powers now woven into their being.
They pressed closer, their faces expectant, eyes bright with a mix of hope and trepidation.
Lyerin gave a nonchalant shrug, as though their questions were nothing more than idle curiosity.
"Your adaptation will linger briefly, yes," he replied calmly. "It isn\'t gone the moment you step away from the tribe, but the Tribe Spirit—the source of these abilities—will reclaim it in time."
A collective murmur ran through the group.
Some of them breathed sighs of relief, while others seemed uneasy, processing the limits of this mysterious gift. But then, from among the crowd, a strong, imposing woman stepped forward.
She was the squad\'s most skilled fighter, renowned for her strength and fearlessness. Her voice was confident, tinged with a bold curiosity.
"If we wanted to remain part of the government… but also join your tribe," she began, her eyes fixed intently on Lyerin, "could the Tribe Spirit allow that? To be bound to both?"
Lyerin regarded her with a faint smirk, as if her question amused him.
"The Tribe Spirit doesn\'t allow permanent loyalty split between two realms," he replied, brushing off the question almost casually.
"You may become temporary members of my tribe, but full membership requires total commitment. You can\'t serve two masters and keep the full power of either."
A few disappointed murmurs rippled through the crowd, and the woman nodded slowly, taking in his words, though the desire lingered on her face.
She wasn\'t the only one pondering the possibilities. A few soldiers exchanged glances, their expressions eager yet cautious, as another question arose.
"Does… does your tribe, or the Tribe Spirit, grant other abilities?" another soldier dared to ask. His tone was hushed, as if voicing some forbidden thought. "Beyond just adaptation?"
Lyerin\'s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression enigmatic. He shrugged, a nonchalant smirk playing on his lips. "There are other blessings, yes. But they are not mine to reveal."
Silence fell, thick and tense, and the soldiers exchanged anxious glances, torn between their frustration and respect for Lyerin\'s silence. One whispered to his neighbor, "I wonder what those other abilities could be…"
"Maybe something that makes you stronger or heals faster?" another muttered, his gaze thoughtful as he tried to imagine what powers could rival adaptation.
"Or a power that could control the elements?" another soldier suggested in a low voice, barely above a whisper.
"But if he has something even greater than adaptation," someone else mused, "then… what could it be?"
The soldiers\' low murmurs grew into a quiet, buzzing conversation. They shifted where they stood, each one speaking in hushed, speculative tones.
"What if it lets you see through any illusion?"
"Or grants you immunity from certain types of magic?"
"Maybe it\'s a power that can even… control others," one soldier suggested darkly, his voice filled with wonder and a touch of fear.
The notion made those around him shiver, as they considered the gravity of what Lyerin might be hiding.
"What if he has powers that we can\'t even imagine?" one young soldier whispered, eyes wide with awe. Discover exclusive content at m,v l\'-NovelBin.net
The possibilities swirled around them like a dense fog, a strange mix of fear and awe settling in their hearts.
They looked back at Lyerin, each one more curious, each one more mystified.
Sensing their curiosity, Lyerin\'s smirk deepened, his gaze gleaming with a hint of amusement.
"Would you like to know?" he teased, his voice low and smooth, pulling them deeper into his mystery.
The soldiers leaned forward, captivated, drawn into his words like moths to a flame.
The air was thick with anticipation, each one desperate to know the truth, to uncover the secrets of the Stonehooves Tribe. But then—
Bang!
The sound shattered the silence, a thunderous explosion echoing through the underwater cave.
The soldiers staggered back, eyes widening as the coral wall near them burst, sending shards flying in all directions.
Murky water swirled, the broken fragments drifting down like the remnants of a storm.
Then it emerged—a massive, eldritch creature. It crawled forward, limbs thick and knobby like tree roots, bending and flexing with a horrifying grace.
It had the shape of a crab, but its shell was jagged, crusted with layers of algae and coral, its body twisted and mutated.
Its legs, instead of ending in pincers, branched into tendrils that scraped and skittered across the ocean floor.
Its eyes were not simple black beads but multifaceted, like those of a spider, glinting with an eerie, cold intelligence.
The creature\'s mouth opened, revealing layers of needle-like teeth, and a sickening, clicking sound echoed through the chamber as it flexed its jaw.
It was both familiar and grotesque, as though something had taken the form of a crab and twisted it into a monstrous imitation.
The soldiers froze, their breaths caught in their throats as they stared at the creature.
The low hum of fear turned into whispers of panic, each one glancing to their weapons, unsure if they could even harm such a thing.
The crab-like beast loomed over them, its many eyes gleaming with a dark, predatory focus.
Lyerin watched them, his expression impassive, as he spoke, his voice soft but carrying in the silence.
"You wanted to know the other abilities, didn\'t you? Then you\'ll have your chance to see… if you survive."
The soldiers barely had a moment to process his words before the creature lunged forward, its tendrils whipping out toward them, claws clicking with a menacing rhythm.