Limitless Evolution Through Conquering Primal Beauties-Chapter 30 - The Chieftain’s Hall

That night, elsewhere.

In a large house far more imposing than ordinary dwellings, oil lamps cast a dim glow across a spacious room. The floor wasn’t packed earth, but carefully laid wooden planks covered with thick animal hide rugs.

In the center of the room, a large family was having dinner.

They sat cross-legged in a circle around dishes arranged on wide banana leaves. There was roasted meat piled high, boiled tubers, thick soup in clay pots, and sweet forest fruits. The aroma of food filled the room, mingling with the scent of bodies and natural perfumes from wild flowers.

But the most striking figure was the man at the head of the room.

His body was massive. He probably stood over two meters tall, and even sitting down, he dominated the space. Muscles bulged across his arms, chest, and stomach, wrapped in dark brown skin. His hair was jet black, long and wild, cascading messily to his shoulders. His face was rough-hewn, with a strong jawline, large nose, and deep-set eyes.

Two large curved horns grew from his head, larger than any cow horns Leonard had ever seen. They were dark, almost black, with rings that spoke of age and power. His cow ears twitched constantly, catching every sound in the room.

He was Morgran. The Chieftain of the Cow Beastkin Tribe.

Around him, his wives sat close. Ten women with sensual bodies that were hard to ignore. Their clothing was minimal—just strips of hide covering the essentials, revealing the curves of their hips, their long legs, and their large breasts that swayed with every movement.

They were busy attending to Morgran—fetching food, feeding him, stroking his arms, whispering in his ears. Some sat on his lap, others pressed close beside him, their hands roaming freely over the man’s body.

Morgran himself seemed to enjoy every moment. He ate heartily, occasionally bursting into loud laughter, occasionally slapping one of his wives’ backsides with his massive hand. The women would giggle, pretend to be annoyed, then press closer.

Before him sat his children. Young men and women, all bearing the cow tribe’s characteristics—horns, ears, tails. They ate politely, but occasionally glanced at their father with unreadable expressions. Respect. Envy. Fear. All mixed together.

Taron sat among them.

He shoveled food into his mouth, but his eyes never left his father. Never left those beautiful wives. Never left the way they hugged, seduced, pampered Morgran. Never left the satisfied smile on his father’s face. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

’Someday,’ he thought, ’I’ll be the one sitting there. I’ll be the one who has all that.’

His jaw tightened.

Suddenly, a voice beside him broke his reverie.

"Hey, Taron."

Taron turned. Belvin, his brother, sat nearby with a thin smile on his face. Belvin was around the same age, but his build was leaner. His eyes were slick, always looking like he was calculating something.

"I heard what you did this afternoon," Belvin whispered, just low enough not to be overheard. "You deliberately released that Mutated Beast near the cursed woman’s house, didn’t you? To destroy her home?"

Taron frowned. "Belvin, where did you hear that?"

Belvin’s smile widened. "From your friends, of course."

"Which one?" Taron pressed.

Belvin chuckled softly.

"Wouldn’t it be boring if I just told you? You’ll have to find out for yourself." He put some meat in his mouth, chewing lazily.

Taron ground his teeth. His jaw tensed.

It was an open secret that the chieftain’s children were never close. They competed with each other, trying to tear each other down. And it wasn’t just among the cow tribe—it was like this in almost every tribe.

The chieftain position was the highest rank. As chieftain, one could command everyone in the tribe freely. Control food distribution, set hunting schedules, decide who could marry whom. And most enticing for young men—the right to have many wives.

Unlike ordinary men who could only have one partner, chieftains had special privileges. They could take as many wives as they wished. Even if they wanted someone else’s wife, they could simply take her. And the abandoned husband had to accept it without protest.

Taron wanted that position. More than anything.

He looked at Belvin with a thin smile. "You must have heard wrong, Belvin. That Mutated Beast accidentally escaped from my men. Unfortunate that it injured someone."

He sighed dramatically. "I suppose I’ll have to punish them for such a mistake. Yes, that’s what I’ll do."

Belvin laughed. "Of course. You’re known for being strict with your men."

Before they could continue, another head poked in from beside Taron. A round face with a wide smile, narrow eyes that always seemed happy.

"What are you two talking about?" he asked enthusiastically. "Looks interesting!"

Taron glanced at him. Borin, another of his brothers. The youngest among them, and the most careless and shameless.

"None of your business, Borin," Taron replied coldly.

Borin put on a mock-offended expression. "You’re so annoying, you know that? I just wanted to join the conversation." His pout looked fake. "You know that, right?"

Taron didn’t respond. He focused back on his food.

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The next morning, Leonard was already awake.

He hadn’t slept well—his mind was too full of his new ability and the Mutated Beast he’d successfully tamed, and planning how to retrieve it from that underground prison. But as soon as the sun rose, he went looking for Borami.

The woman was in the simple kitchen area at the corner of the house, preparing breakfast. Her movements were relaxed, as if nothing had happened last night. Her face showed no trace of embarrassment or anger.

Leonard hesitated briefly, then mustered his courage.

"Rami, good morning."

Borami turned. "Morning, Leo. Sit down, breakfast will be ready soon."

Leonard sat, but couldn’t help asking.

"Rami, I wanted to ask. Yesterday, after I passed out... what actually happened?"

Borami paused for a moment, then continued her activity. While preparing food, she told him about arriving at the scene with Lily, then Taron and his men showing up. They took the Mutated Beast, claiming it was theirs.

Leonard listened in silence.

But inside him, a fire of anger began to kindle. His hands clenched at his sides.

"Rami," he said quietly, trying to control his emotions, "was that why you acted the way you did yesterday, when you tried to kick me out? Because of that bastard’s actions?"

Borami stopped briefly and looked away.

Then she continued cooking, shaking her head slightly. "No."

But Leonard already knew. From her reaction, from that momentary silence, from the way she avoided his gaze—he already knew the answer.

He said nothing. But in his heart, he’d already made a decision.

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That afternoon, Leonard walked out of Borami’s house.

He’d made up his mind. He was going to take back that boar. His beast. He already had a few plans forming in his head for how to use it.

Following the invisible thread connecting him to that beast, Leonard walked past the boundary and entered a different area. The houses here were larger.

The cow chieftain’s district.

People on the path stared at him. As a man from the ape tribe—or at least, that’s what they assumed—he clearly shouldn’t be here. But Leonard ignored their looks. He kept walking, following his instinct, getting closer and closer to his beast.

Finally, he arrived at the largest stone house in the area, conspicuous with carvings on its walls. His instinct told him his beast was behind this house.

Leonard stepped forward, heading toward the back.

Two large men blocked his path.

They were cow beastkin, obvious from their horns and ears. Their bodies were muscular, clad in leather that showed off their brawny arms. Their stares were sharp, full of suspicion.

"Stop right there, stranger."

"What are you doing here?"

Leonard raised both hands, showing he was unarmed. "I just need to go behind this house. I have business there."

"Behind the house? This is the chieftain’s district, idiot."

"It’s not just outsiders who aren’t allowed in. Even cow tribe members can’t just wander back here without permission."

The first one crossed his arms over his chest. "So, what’s your business?"

Leonard took a breath. "Yesterday afternoon, I was attacked by a Mutated Beast that escaped from your custody. I nearly died. But I managed to subdue it."

The guards looked at each other. Their expressions shifted—from suspicion to disbelief.

The first one smiled cynically. "So... you’re saying you want to claim that Mutated Beast as yours?"

Leonard opened his mouth to answer. But before he could get the words out...

Footsteps sounded from inside. Slow, heavy, but distinct.

Leonard turned toward the sound. From beyond the stone house’s doorway, someone emerged.