Tribal Lord: SSS Ranked Taming Primitive Beauties and The Beasts!-Chapter 52: Feast

The hall grew quieter once more.

A few minutes later, Harold entered with several 4th Ranks. Their expressions were filled with confusion as they noticed the hurried departure of so many elites.

Harold stepped forward. "Tribe Lord... what happened?"

Ash explained briefly about the hunting, rewards, and contribution.

However, before he could even finish, Harold’s eyes widened. "Tribe Lord! Let us join too!"

Several others nodded vigorously. They had just finished subjugating tribes. They were tired, yes.

But with the chance to make more contributions in front of them like this? They couldn’t help but want to do the same.

Ash shook his head calmly. "You’ve worked hard these past few hours. Subjugating tribes isn’t easy work. Just rest and enjoy yourself properly."

Harold’s shoulders drooped slightly. The others were also disappointed, but none dared refute him.

In the end, they could only join the table quietly.

Ash finally turned back toward the feast. The crystal lights reflected on the glazed surface of roasted meat.

The aroma was intoxicating. This would be the first real meal he tasted in this world.

Ash picked up a carved knife slowly, then sliced into the thick slab of roasted 4th Rank boar.

The blade sank effortlessly and the juices flowed. Steam curled upward in thin white ribbons, carrying with it a scent so rich that Ash’s throat tightened instinctively.

His eyes narrowed slightly. He lifted the piece toward his mouth and paused for half a second.

Then, he took his first bite with his eyes closed.

For the first time since arriving in this world, he felt like a real primitive predator. Without waiting for the ceremony, he tore off a piece with his hands.

The crust cracked under his fingers, bringing it to his mouth and took a bite.

The skin shattered between his teeth with a satisfying crunch before giving way to tender meat beneath.

Juice burst outward, flooding his tongue with a deep, smoky, and slightly sweet. The texture was firm yet yielding, packed with a density energy he had never experienced before when eating something.

The moment he swallowed, a faint warmth spread from his throat down into his chest. His eyes widened slightly as he could feel a subtle current seeped into his body and dispersed through his limbs.

The energy wasn’t overwhelming, but it was noticeable.

Ash exhaled slowly. "So this is the real food."

He reached for the next dish immediately. A platter of 4th Rank Deer, sliced thick and roasted over open flame. He lifted a slice and tasted it.

The deer’s meat was leaner. The flavor was earthy with a wild sweetness beneath it. Each chew released refined energy rather than the boar’s explosive warmth. This one flowed more steadily into his body, nourishing rather than surging.

He nodded faintly as he understood that different beasts had different energy qualities.

Next came the 4th Rank cow ribs, braised until the meat nearly fell from the bone. The fat melted instantly on his tongue, and this time the energy felt heavy, stabilizing. It sank into his body like weight added to his foundation.

Goat followed afterward—slightly gamier, but rich in sharp vitality that made his senses feel clearer.

Then the fish—3rd Rank river fish grilled with herbs.

The meat was delicate and flaky, but surprisingly potent. Instead of heat, it sent cool currents into his bloodstream, smoothing out the earlier surges from the red meat.

As Ash moved from dish to dish, he was no longer simply eating as he studied them, analysing them and comparing each one of them.

Each bite taught him something about the ecosystem of this world. Energy wasn’t just in crystals as they were also in flesh, blood, and bone.

Around him, members of the subjugation teams continued to enter the hall in waves. Each group paused upon seeing him seated at the oval table.

They bowed slightly. "Tribe Lord."

Ash nodded casually, grease shining faintly on his fingers.

They joined the feast respectfully, but their eyes flickered occasionally toward him, watching him eat with fascination as the way he savored every bite was different compared to the others.

Ash barely noticed as he was too busy dismantling a goat shoulder.

By the time he had sampled every dish, his stomach was comfortably heavy, but not bloated.

That was when the doors burst open. Garnak strode in with a wide grin, chest puffed out.

"Tribe Lord! I killed a 5th Rank Boar!"

The hall quieted instantly.

Ash’s head snapped up, his eyes gleamed with anticipation. Without another word, he stood and walked out.

Outside the cave entrance, several warriors were gathered around the carcass.

It was massive, four meters long, thick as a siege ram, with coarse black bristles and tusks curved like crescent blades. Its skull had been crushed inward as Garnak’s signature brutality was evident in the pulverized bone.

Ash’s gaze lingered on it, his throat tightened again since he couldn’t help but wanting to eat more seeing such a beauty in front of his eyes.

The air around the carcass felt denser. Even in death, the beast radiated faint residual energy.

He unconsciously wiped at the corner of his mouth.

"Give me a leg." He said, licking his lips once.

He returned inside and sat back down, fingers tapping on the table in rhythm.

Ten minutes later, several men carried in a tray so large it required four of them. Upon it rested the roasted leg of the 5th Rank boar.

The difference was immediate as the color was darker. The aroma was also deeper. Even the steam rising from it seemed heavier.

Ash couldn’t hold himself back because the moment it touched the table, he tore into it.

The skin crackled louder than before. The meat beneath was astonishingly tender, yet impossibly dense. Each bite felt layered, as if the fibers themselves carried compressed strength.

The energy this time wasn’t subtle, it surged into his body wildly. Warmth poured into him like molten metal flowing through channels. His muscles tightened reflexively. His heartbeat strengthened.

His eyes narrowed slightly in satisfaction. ’This is much better compared to the 4th Rank one.’

He continued eating at a slower pace, savoring each bite. The hall watched in near reverence.

But just as he reached for another mouthful, a booming laugh echoed from outside.

"Tribe Lord! I killed a 5th Rank Cow!"

Ash froze mid-chew as he could recognize that it was Vakra’s voice.

He swallowed his saliva and stood as the boar leg was instantly forgotten.

Outside, a five-meter red cow lay on the stone ground, its hide shimmering faintly with a copper sheen. Its horns were thick and forward-curving. Even in death, it looked like a boulder with four legs.

Ash stared at it and drooled unconsciously again.

Quickly wiping it away, he nodded slowly, already imagining its body parts—sirloin, tenderloin, ribeye, etc.

He turned to the butchers. "Listen carefully."

They gathered around. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Ash crouched beside the carcass and began pointing.

"Here, this is the tenderloin. You cook this lightly and not for too long."

He moved his finger. "This is sirloin. Good balance of fat and meat. Cut it a little bit thicker."

He explained ribs, flank, shoulder, shank—each with precise instructions. The butchers listened like students receiving sacred knowledge.

When he finished, he stood and dusted his hands. "Do it properly."

He returned inside and reclaimed his seat, taking a few more bites of the boar leg before gesturing casually.

"Share it."

Others immediately moved in as he leaned back, hands clasped loosely, waiting for the cow to be cooked.