Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

A former disdained number tribe elevated to the status of a named tribe. The disgusting part was that they were actually proud of it. This was the hidden poison the infected the outer edges of the Ancient Battlefield.

This Clan didn't even have the Legacies that once made them mighty. Much like how the Golden Crow Clan's [Nine Suns of Armageddon] fell from the Mystical Grade to the Divine Grade because their Faith withered, the Legacies of this Clan, or Tribe, rather, lost all of their power in a similar fashion.

Still, this 'proud' Clan fell in a single day. No, it was more accurate to say that they fell in just a few hours. The attack was swift, and despite their enemies being outnumbered 5 to 1, it felt like it was actually them sitting at a numbers' disadvantage.

It was early one morning, before the suns even came up, that the attacks began. They received no word from their scouts, it was as though they never existed.

The beasts they faced were a combination of ferocious and quick. They couldn't even land a single attack, let alone fight against them in earnest.

When had the stupid creatures of their forests suddenly become so cunning? What was going on?

Also, beasts never attacked their homes too, so why were they doing so today?

There was a reason for this. Humans only had one advantage on beasts in this world: their minds.

What did beasts in this world fear the most? Energy Surges.

Just like Dyon hypothesized, the rigid ground beneath their feet needed relief. Over time, ridiculous amounts of energy stores built up. Eventually, the pressure would become too much, leading to an eruption that tore through the earth. These eruptions were incredibly dangerous and only became more fatal as one traveled toward the center of the Ancient Battlefield.

Beasts had the ability to predict these surges and avoid them on instinct. Using this to their advantage, humans raided underground caves formed from these Energy Surges and mined what they called Type Stones – essentially the very same stones Dyon had also been mining all of this time.

They were then able to arrange these stones in a formation to simulate the energy signature of a coming Energy Surge, thus keeping beasts away. This was what kept them safe.

However, today, for some odd reason, these beasts completely ignored a safeguard that had worked for them for countless years. Even when they attempted to use their underground escape routes, they found the passageway blocked.

Maybe the most humiliating part was that these beasts didn't kill them. Rather, they toyed with them. From start to finish, other than some broken and bruised bones, they suffered no casualties.

It was then that a boy they had never seen before strolled into their tribal lands. His appearance made them shiver because only a man or woman from the central lands could look like he did…

Like this, the 'prideful' Mellow Tribe, with a population of 53, fell into Dyon's hands.

This event would cause an avalanche of occurrences. If the Mellow Tribe could be stripped of their original name to become a number tribe, then promoted to a named tribe, it was obvious that someone had to be doing the gifting and punishing.

Dyon's actions had declared war on this individual.

...

Dyon looked at the what remained of the Mellow Tribe. In truth, he hadn't killed any of them, so maybe 'remained' wasn't the proper term. It was just that they were such a small tribe that it seemed appropriate to use such terminology.

They had barely over 50 people. There were no children, nor were there any elderly. But there were 35 males and 18 females.

There likely weren't any older individuals since it was quite difficult to grow old in such an environment, while birthrates among those with strong bodies was quite low, so among such a small sample size, finding a child was probably unlikely.

Of course, Dyon noticed the skewed gender ratios once more.

His instinct was to believe that they likely followed a similar evolutionary path to the beasts, but his mind told him something different. He wouldn't be surprised if many of their females were taken as 'tribute' to the tribes and clans that ruled over them.

'Weak.' Dyon looked through them one by one. Though any one of these 53 individuals could kill his current self without issue, especially considering his still missing meridians and the fact this body only had 25% of his total prowess, compared to the bronzed and cobras, they were fragile.

Interestingly enough, these individuals represented a higher rung of society as a named tribe. They even had a few numbered tribes beneath them.

"Who is the chieftain here?" Though Dyon asked this, he was already aware of the answer. He could easily observe a 5000 km radius of this place. Every blade of grass was under his control. He obviously chose to attack this tribe in particular for a reason and only after collecting every bit of information he could about them.

"It is I." A man with a greying complexion stepped forward. He stood a half a head taller than Dyon and had a body brimming with power. This individual could defeat even the genius pseudo-dao cultivators of Dyon's world with just his body, not that he had access to any other tools anyway.

The tongue he spoke in was odd, but thanks to Clara, Dyon didn't have to worry about a language barrier.

Still, despite the height difference, Dyon stared down at him indifferently from Queen's back.

"Pick out 5 of your fastest people toward the numbered tribes under your control. Have them gather their things and move here."

Chieftain Mellow shivered at this request. "Mighty central region warrior, this is not allowed. If we do so, the upper tribes will believe that we're planning a mutiny and come to eradicate us."

"This isn't a request. It's an order." Dyon's eyes sharpened.