I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax - Chapter 407

Chapter 407: Chapter407-An Unexpected Vulnerability
The chief of the Eagle Tribe clenched his fists tightly, glaring at John with resentment.

He couldn’t understand where this man came from and why the Zebra Tribe, previously inferior to them, now possessed the power to threaten them.

Where did these beasts come from?

What exactly was the power of this so-called divine envoy?

Seeing that he remained silent, John didn’t press further but added slowly, “I can give you some time to think, but as you know, our tribe needs more resources. If you waste too much time, don’t blame us for being inhospitable.”

At that moment, Dark Fox felt an increasing warmth on his neck and knew without looking that the cut was severe.

He cursed inwardly; John really didn’t hesitate to inflict pain.

The agony was intense.

If John knew what Dark Fox was thinking, he would feel quite misunderstood.

After all, the Bloodthirsty Blade naturally came with a life-stealing effect, and the wounds it caused were not easy to heal.

He had only made a small initial cut to let the blood flow and look more frightening, but what happened after that was beyond his control.

The difficulty in healing was merely due to the Bloodthirsty Blade’s added buff.

The Eagle Tribe chief’s face twisted in anguish as he saw his daughter suffering so greatly.

He gritted his teeth, his voice dry and strained.

“Release my daughter, and I’ll agree to cooperate with you.”

What?

John kept his expression neutral, but inside, he was struggling to contain his surprise.

If the circumstances were different, he might have even joked about it.

He had prepared so many arguments to convince the Eagle Tribe chief, but now, without much effort, he had succeeded?

Had he known it would be this easy, he might have cut Dark Fox a few more times for good measure.

Dark Fox, sensing the wave of murderous intent, shivered involuntarily and looked at John.

John rubbed his nose and coughed slightly, adjusting his emotions.

“Well, in that case, let’s find a place to discuss things properly. But first, let our people go.”

Silver Tear and Victor were roughly kicked over by their captors.

They tumbled to the ground, their backsides aching as they gasped in pain, but dared not complain.

They scrambled toward John and the others, feeling utterly humiliated.

Silver Tear almost burst into tears.

This was too much; she felt utterly pitiful.

Why, of all things, had she ended up in a pigsty after crossing into this world, forced to eat and drink like a pig?

Yet, she had endured, hoping the situation would improve somehow.

The moment Silver Tear saw John standing so majestically atop the Thorned Rock Serpent, she nearly lost her composure.

Why? Why did she have to endure such humiliation when she crossed over, while others got to be so grand and imposing?

Even Victor’s emotions began to crumble at that moment.

Only they knew the misery they had endured over the past few days.

Seeing Silver Tear and Victor in such a state, John couldn’t help but find it amusing, though he suppressed his laughter.

He had to admit, they did look quite pitiful in their filthy condition.

“Boohoo, you finally came! If you hadn’t shown up, I might have died!”

Silver Tear, sobbing and snotty, tried to rush toward John, but was stopped by a serpent’s tail pressing against her chest.

“Alright, alright, just say what you need to say from there. Don’t come any closer,” John said, taking a step back.

If he could have moved further away, he certainly would have.

The reason was simple: the smell was overwhelming…

He had been able to pretend nothing was wrong until he saw her trying to rush at him.

The stench was too much to bear, so he instinctively stepped back.

Seeing John’s reaction, Silver Tear instantly knew he was disgusted by her.

She felt utterly wronged, but when she caught a whiff of her own smell, she almost rolled her eyes and gagged.

It was too much, simply too much.

Victor, suppressing his disgust, glanced at John before quickly moving behind them, staying cautious as they still didn’t fully understand the situation.

The Eagle Tribe chief watched the reunion with gritted teeth, filled with anger but powerless to act.

He could only stand there, silently watching as John calmed himself.

“Can you release my daughter now?” the chief asked, his voice tense.

John looked at Dark Fox, then back at the Eagle Tribe chief, feeling a strange sense of unease.

“Of course not. What if you change your mind halfway through? I need to keep a hostage to ensure mutual control,” John replied with a smile.

However, to the Eagle Tribe chief, that smile was filled with malice—purely sinister.

“Father, don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to me. I’ll protect myself,” Dark Fox said, trying to reassure him.

Vincent, who hadn’t heard Dark Fox speak before, was stunned when he did.

Even Silver Tear and Victor couldn’t help but glance at Dark Fox.

Dark Fox bit his tongue, wishing he could rip out his vocal cords.

It was humiliating, unbearably so!

Who could have imagined that such a burly figure would have the voice of a cute girl?

And combined with his current appearance, the contrast was too much.

If anything embodied the term “muscle Barbie,” this was it.

In that moment, Dark Fox wished he could bite his tongue off, but he forced himself to hold back, managing to squeeze out a strained smile.

The Eagle Tribe chief, seeing his daughter in such a state, felt nothing but deep sorrow.

This was the most beautiful person among the three major tribes—when had she ever suffered such humiliation? His heart ached terribly.

“Flower, don’t worry. Father will save you. I won’t let you suffer any more indignities,” the chief reassured her, his voice filled with emotion.

John couldn’t help but roll his eyes internally at the scene before him.

The whole situation had become overly dramatic.

Still, he proceeded with his original plan.

“Alright, since you’ve decided to cooperate, let’s sit down and discuss things properly.”

But just then, the Zebra Tribe chief spoke up, “Since they’re our defeated foes, our slaves, we must brand them with our mark.”

In an instant, the expression on the Eagle Tribe chief’s face changed, becoming fierce as he glared daggers at the Zebra Tribe chief.

John immediately realized that this was about to escalate into a serious problem.

He quickly interjected, “We’re here to cooperate, not to take prisoners. If there are things we can’t agree on, we can discuss them later.”

John knew that these people likely still harbored other thoughts, so he didn’t push too hard.

If they could cooperate, then they would be allies.

But if not… there were always ways to deal with prisoners.

“After all, with such a beautiful woman in our hands, if something unfortunate were to happen, I imagine some people might feel rather uneasy,” John said with a cheerful smile, but the hatred in the Eagle Tribe chief’s eyes was so intense it seemed as though he could bleed from sheer anger.

If he weren’t restrained, he would have already wanted to tear John apart, piece by piece.

Dark Fox, perfectly playing his part, showed a fearful expression.

“Father, you must survive and save me. We can work together.”