Reincarnated As A Lion In Another World-Chapter 781: Approaching One Hundred

Thirteen years later.

It had been a full fifteen years since Kael disappeared from the mortalverse.

A full fifteen years.

Technically, Kael should be less than thirty years into his second life.

But because of his adjustments to time bubbles over some time, he was much older.

Five more years and he would be exactly one hundred years old.

Time was starting to go by. The first century was always the longest, Kael had heard.

After that, time would flow by very fast, decades would flash by in the blink of an eye and slumbers would take years.

Very little changed in the Original Heaven on the surface. Many could sense that a storm was brewing as the lions had strangely been very reserved about their troublemaking.

In the past fifteen years, their bullying had reduced significantly and their activities seemed to center around managing their vassals or regulating the mission boards.

Things were not right. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The lions were too calm.

But what could anyone do?

Attack them? That was suicide and no one was willing to be the probe.

Provoke them to act first? Well, that’s what their enemies have been trying to do with little success.

Little did anyone know that there was an active mission on the lion’s system that had an objective of avoiding conflict.

There were rewards for any lion who was provoked and resisted the urge to retaliate.

This was very unsettling to the remaining members of the Ancient Felines Council. An enemy who clearly hated them but refused to fight was a scary one.

It wasn’t like the lions did not have a reason to fight, they were technically superior in terms of aggression and sheer will.

They feared nothing.

So to see them just being calm like monks and going about their business filled the hearts of the cats and their accomplices with dread.

What were they planning?

Although the activities in Original Heaven were carefully hidden and made unassuming to a fault, the same couldn’t be said for the lions on the outside.

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"Move move move!" A gruff voice echoed loud and clear in the large mines.

The sun was scorching the surface of the large piece of barren land, and visible heat waves and mirages could be seen for miles ahead.

Rocks and rocks and rocks, that is what one would see if they looked around. Large rocks, small rocks, rocky mountains, hills, and so on.

On the ground, some special activities were being performed by the vassals of the Hegemony.

A large hole that was almost a kilometer wide was set into the side of the grey rocky valley, emitting black fumes and dust that was swept up by the wind.

Every few seconds, the ground would tremble and the pebbles would roll over on themselves.

Moles, large rat-like creatures with large and thick claws, crawled out of the wide hole.

Some of them wore heavy leather bags on their backs or dragged long hover carriages filled with uncut raw mineral ores.

This was a mine.

"Move faster," One of the giant moles the size of a cow shouted at the top of his voice as he ran out of the hole alongside the other moles.

He watched them follow a single line that led to a large Carrier Class Shuttle.

His tiny black eyes barely looked around as he did not depend on them to navigate. Instead, he depended on his spirit senses and the sensitive pink tendrils at the top of his nose.

Sensing every movement and vibration going on around him, he smiled and galloped forward.

"Supervisor!" One of the moles in the line called out as he got close to the leading mole.

Some of the moles that were doing the mining and dragging the raw minerals from the ground looked tired, but they carried on with their work.

They were aware of the consequences of not meeting up to the Hegemony’s demands and they were also hopeful and expectant of some rewards.

"Yes," The Supervisor turned his gaze to the back to address the smaller mole who had just called him.

The supervisor mole rose to stand on his hind legs, towering over the miner with a stance that implied he didn’t have time for unnecessary chit chat.

His body was chubby, like most other moles, and he had some patches of black fur mixed with his visible greyish pink skin.

"What is it? No dallying around, they are watching!" The mole supervisor said, gritting his teeth at the last part.

The smaller mole nodded fast, "Yes, supervisor. It’s just that we have almost stripped the first layer and we were thinking of digging deeper or moving to another mine."

The Supervisor thought for a moment, "No, we shall keep mining until the planet is dry of its precious metals. No need to move.

We just have to meet the Tribute quota, if not..."

The supervisor didn’t need to finish his words. Their little settlement had choices to make.

They could either choose to give their tribute to the royals in the form of mined resources, or they could deliver their own kin.

Either way, the tribute must be paid.

The smaller mole nodded with a complacent look. He shook his body and ran back down to the mine to deliver the orders.

The extraction must continue.

The supervisor breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, supervisor!" Someone called him again at this time.

The Supervisor was about to curse at how they had time to call him instead of working until he turned around and saw who had called him.

The moles had arranged themselves in a single line to carry their mined loot to the one-kilometer-long Carrier Shuttle at the edge of the valley.

This shuttle was painted white and had red markings belonging to a certain clan. The supervisor had never seen the markings before but he didn’t need to verify before he knew the legitimacy.

This white carrier shuttle had a section of its side opened out so that the moles could load their ores into compartments within.

Standing at the edge of this opened section were a pack of humanoids with spotted skin and pointy dog-like ears.

The person who had called him was from this group of humanoids with spotted skin.

The Supervisor felt a chill run down his spine when he saw them.

Since the shuttle arrived, they had been rather silent, choosing not to say anything but observe.

Until now.

Having no choice because of the decree of the royals, the mole supervisor walked toward them.

He transformed into a more agile chubby humanoid form. His eyes were still tiny and he had a strange-looking nose.

Thankfully, he had modern clothes that appeared on his body as soon as he transformed, hiding the ugly nakedness.

"Greetings," The Supervisor greeted as he came up to them.

The loud hum of the shuttle drowned out all the words that he could have spoken with his mouth so he used his telepathy instead.

Besides, he wasn’t that adept at the widely recognised lion language yet. He preferred his own racial language or just telepathy, but he would never expose such thoughts.

The supervisor cautiously assessed the beings who were standing in front of him.

There were five of them, all clad in matching black military-style attire. On their chests were three insignias.

One of the insignias was shaped like the head of a hyena with a mix of stripes and spots covering its neck.

This symbolised their belonging to the elite ranks of the stratocratic military state of the hyena race.

The second insignia was the golden crown, symbolizing their status as Vassals of the Lion Hegemony.

The last insignia was that of a white circle with three red claw marks crossing each other to form a savage six-sided red star.

This last insignia was to identify the clan they were working under. The third insignia was very similar to the white and red theme of the shuttle behind them.

"His majesty awaits," Said one of the hyena soldiers.

There were two females and three males, with the females visibly being slightly taller and possessing a more commanding presence than the males.

All of them were equally terrifying though.

Four of them were tier 4 equivalent while the leading female was tier 5. The supervisor was just at a tier that was between tiers 3 and four.

He could not match up to them at all.

"Just a little while longer," The Supervisor said, avoiding eye contact with them.

He had heard that hyenas loved to laugh but he couldn’t see any smiles on their faces. All of them were looking very serious right now.

"His Majesty Ozia is already losing his patience." The leading female said calmly. She wasn’t trying to scare the supervisor but her voice was already carrying a lot of pressure.

This was someone who had spent more time on the battlefield than anywhere else in her life.

"I’ll make them go faster," The Supervisor said, bowing.

The leading female shook her head. Her tanned skin rippled with explosiveness as she turned to her left to look at her line of moles loading their cargo into the shuttle.

She narrowed her piercing yellow eyes, making a simple decision in her mind.

"Never mind," She said, turning her shoulders and body fully so that she could stand and gaze.

"Pardon?" The mole supervisor felt his heart sink as he sensed something wrong.

The leading female shook her head, "No need. We shall select from your workers to make up for the lost value in time and minerals.

Time is already lost and we don’t want to be late for the coronation of King Ozia’s first Prince."