Tribe Conquest: Harem starts in a tribe!-Chapter 6: Survive Until Dawn(5)

"You are finally here, my dear brother-in-law."

Rokan’s voice sounded amused and somewhat pleased, as if his labor had borne fruit and he couldn’t wait to have a taste.

Eric swallowed hard, taking a step back instinctively. He looked at each of them one after the other, making a note of their positions. Two were standing behind him, Rokan in front, one to each of his sides. He was surrounded on all sides with nowhere to escape.

His gaze then returned to Rokan.

A towering man, muscular and intimidating. His mahogany hair was tied into braids, and his dark red eyes, filled with quiet excitement when gazing at Buan’s terrified expression. He was chiseled and handsome; however, more than that, he was terrifying.

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Eric could feel the strength emanating from Rokan and the others. He didn’t need Buan’s memories to tell him that he didn’t stand a chance against any of them.

However, Buan’s memories still told him about Rokan’s exact level of strength. He was a 3-star strength-type spirit tattoo warrior; meanwhile, Daulk was a 2-star, and the remaining were 1-star strength-type warriors.

Since Buan’s memories were not clear, Eric didn’t know exactly how their strength or spirit tattoos worked, but he had a rough idea.

"Buan!" Daulk yelled, his jaw clenched, "Do you know how long we had to wait here?! Get ready to suffer hell tonight."

Eric gulped, sweat beading down his temples. He was trembling in place like a cattle about to be slaughtered.

Knowing that your death was coming was a terrifying experience; however, even more terrifying was the wait before the moment you finally faced it.

"W-Why?" Eric muttered, trying his last resort — the weapon of a civilized man — conversation.

"Why are you doing this to me?" His eyes radiated sincerity.

"I-If you have any complaints or orders for me, just tell me and I will obey you. What do you even gain by killing me? Why dirty your hands with my blood?"

He joined his hands and requested, "Please have mercy and spare me."

Falling to his knees, he begged, "Here, I submit to you. Just spare my life."

’This should convince him, right?’ Eric thought to himself.

’The protagonists in novels have too much ego and pride. The sane thing to do is to simply apologize and join the villain’s side. Why suffer so much?’

Eric was convinced that Rokan would accept his submission, sparing him from death. In Buan’s memories, Buan was prideful, being the patriarch’s son and all; however, Eric didn’t have that problem.

Buan would defy Rokan and even curse him despite the beating he would receive for doing so, however, Eric wasn’t so foolish.

Since he had a system that rewarded him just to survive, his only goal was to survive. He could first get stronger and then have the pride or whatever, till then, he would be content with being spineless if it saved his life.

However, Rokan’s response baffled him to his core.

"Hahaha!" he laughed, "You finally knelt in front of me like you are supposed to. Where did your pride disappear, Buan? It’s almost like you are a different person altogether. You don’t even have that defiant look you used to have in those hazel brown eyes of yours. What’s going on?"

Eric hurriedly nodded with a buttering smile, "Yes, I have finally recognized your great strength, brother in law. Please take me under your wing."

"I would’ve done so if you’d asked me earlier, but alas." Rokan’s smile faded, shaking his head with regret. "You are late."

Eric shivered, not because of his answer, but because of the giant human shadow falling on his back, holding a wooden club in hand.

As his eyes widened in horror, the club took a swing at his head.

Bam!

The impact was loud, fading Eric’s consciousness; his vision blurred before falling to the ground with a thud.

Pzzzzzzz

Eric’s consciousness slowly returned as he felt a stream of warm liquid falling on his face, the right side of his head still hurting from the previous strike of the club.

As Eric’s senses began to return one by one, he heard the sounds of Daulk and the others.

"Why do I have to hold him?" It was Daulk’s voice, whining.

"Why isn’t he waking up?" Another asked.

Then Eric’s sense of touch returned, realizing two strong hands were holding him to the ground by his shoulders, as if to prevent him from struggling.

However, the sense of smell’s return sent him into shock as his eyes snapped open.

Drip. Drip.

"Oh, you are finally awake." Rokan muttered with smug satisfaction, "I was running out of piss."

Eric’s eyes opened wide in horror and disbelief. Did he really piss on him to wake him up?

However, when he realized some of the liquid had flowed into his mouth, he rushed to spit.

"Ptuh! Ptuh! Ptuh!"

He was frantically spitting out as he brought his hands to his face to wipe the remaining liquid, however, with Daulk pushing down his shoulders, it was a bit difficult.

It appeared as if Daulk had been holding him in a sitting position to let Rokan aim his piss on Eric’s face.

’Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why is this happening to me? What kind of demons are they? Even after I begged, they still attacked me? Maybe it would be better to just die.’

"You wanted to know why I’m doing this to you, right?" Rokan asked, raising his eyebrow with a faint, amused smile.

Eric gave him a dark look.

’Who cares about that now? You are going to kill me anyway.’

Rokan, with hands clasped behind his back, said, "I’ll tell you."

Eric, instead of listening to him, looked around, trying to find the location from Buan’s memories. He wanted to know why they had brought him here.

There were tall trees around them, however, what attracted Eric’s attention were the water patches in the ground and the slow-moving water sounds coming from a close distance. The trees were not close to each other, and the area looked rather spacious if not for the wet soil and some wild-growing shrubs.

It took some time for him to realize where he was; however, once he did, his breath hitched and his pupils enlarged in disbelief.

’Have they lost their minds to bring me here?!’