Chapter 88: Real Life
As Aeryon contemplated his position and the potential for expansion, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of confidence coursing through his veins.
Conversations with Mayeux had shed light on the relative ease with which he could conquer smaller tribes in the vicinity before encountering a formidable resistance.
This realization, coupled with his desire to establish alliances with select tribes in the west, fuelled his belief that his tribe’s dominance was within reach.
He envisioned a future where some tribes would willingly align themselves with him, becoming his vassals rather than being completely absorbed.
Acknowledging the advantageous circumstances, he found himself in, Aeryon pondered the allocation of his attribute points.
While he understood the importance of being cautious and strategic, he also recognized the futility of dwelling on choices not made.
"After all, whichever I choose, I would always regret those I did not choose. So, it is better to put it out of his mind. I make a choice and make it the right choice" he mutters to himself
He doesn’t know whether he inherited some of Aeryon spirit but since he is in this world, he always had this feeling of bravery, of some kind of bravado and after winning against those two tribes, it was like had overcome some kind of mental barrier
this confidence turns into some kind of aura that gives him confidence in everything he does.
"Dexterity is crucial, but so is strength," Aeryon mused, weighing the significance of his physical prowess.
The fact that he had managed to forge a formidable tribe in such a short span of time owed much to his ability to single-handedly combat hordes of adversaries.