Africa Leveling

Two months before Kit Mi Kai's capture by the scientist and the demons, a lone knight rode swiftly toward the mage academy, the banners of the royal guard fluttering behind him. His expression was grave, eyes set with a fierce determination, as if the weight of the kingdom rested solely on his shoulders. The academy's tall spires loomed before him, a sanctuary of knowledge and power that stood as a bastion of hope amid the threat encroaching from the east.

Upon his arrival, he wasted no time making his way through the academy halls, drawing the attention of robed students and professors alike. His armor, worn and battered, bore the marks of battle, a testament to the struggle against the Demon Lord's forces. When he finally reached the chamber where the heroes trained, he caught sight of Kipkemboi—a warrior known not just for his skill but for his unorthodox methods.

Kipkemboi, standing in a corner of the chamber with an aura of calm yet fierce focus, raised an eyebrow as the knight entered. "What brings a knight of the royal guard to the mage academy?" he asked, his voice steady but curious.

The knight bowed slightly before speaking. "The kingdom is under siege. Demons have taken the eastern borders, and we need reinforcements to hold them back. The king himself has requested the aid of one of the heroes."

Kipkemboi's eyes gleamed, a hint of excitement flickering in his gaze. "Then I accept," he replied without hesitation. This would be the perfect opportunity to test his power further—and to elevate his cavemen, whose potential he'd only begun to tap into.

He motioned for his cavemen to approach, both standing tall and strong beside him. Kipkemboi glanced at them with pride. "We're heading into battle. I expect you both to fight fiercely and to learn from this experience. Think of it as... another step in your training."

The cavemen grunted in understanding, gripping their crude weapons with renewed eagerness.

As they traveled with the knight toward the eastern front, Kipkemboi took in the expressions of the soldiers they passed along the way. Some showed wariness at the sight of the cavemen, while others muttered in awe at the hero among them. The knight leading them was clearly both impressed and uneasy.

"You fight alongside… them?" the knight asked, casting a sidelong glance at the cavemen, who seemed unfazed by his scrutiny.

Kipkemboi smirked. "These two are stronger than they appear. They may look like relics of an older time, but I assure you, they'll prove their worth soon enough."

As they approached the eastern outpost, the sound of battle grew louder, screams and the clashing of weapons mixing with guttural roars from the demon soldiers. Kipkemboi could feel the energy in the air, thick with dark power that made his blood hum with anticipation.

"Remember, this is a chance to level up," he told his cavemen. "Use every attack to sharpen your skills."

The cavemen nodded, expressions serious, their usual primitive nature subdued in the face of impending battle.

Show them what you're made of, and remember—no mercy."

Without a word, the cavemen hefted their crude yet formidable weapons and lumbered forward, each step shaking the stone underfoot. They glanced at one another, an unspoken understanding passing between them. It was their chance to prove themselves in this strange, power-infused world.

As the cavemen charged toward the eastern flank, they caught sight of the royal knights holding their defensive line with determination, albeit straining against the flood of demons surging toward them. Led by General Arkunold, a twisted beast with tusked armor and an eye patch, the demons crashed forward, their roars mingling with the clash of weapons and shouts of battle.

The cavemen flanked the line of knights, each of them wielding massive stone clubs, faces painted with fierce anticipation. One of them, the larger of the two, gave a deafening roar, catching the attention of both knights and demons alike.

"What… are those?" muttered one of the younger knights, glancing nervously at the cavemen.

Kipkemboi's voice carried over the battlefront as he signaled for them to advance. "They're allies, and they're on our side. Watch and learn!"

The knights barely had time to process the words before the cavemen launched into action. The larger caveman swung his club with terrifying force, sending demons flying into the air like leaves scattered by a storm. The smaller one, although leaner, moved with incredible speed, darting through the ranks and striking with precise, crushing blows. Their savagery and strength were awe-inspiring, causing both friend and foe to momentarily halt in amazement.

The cavemen relished in the chaos, their primitive instincts guiding their every movement. Each demon they took down fed into the energy pulsing around them, and, as Kipkemboi had anticipated, they began to level up with every victory. Their muscles expanded, hardened by the essence of the fallen, and a glimmer of intelligence sparked in their once-simple eyes. They were evolving, honing their battle senses in real-time.

As the demons pressed forward, General Arkunold's eyes narrowed at the sight of these strange warriors who were disrupting his ranks with terrifying efficiency. The cavemen's relentless barrage left piles of defeated demons in their wake, each kill amplifying their strength and confidence. Noticing their newfound ferocity, Arkunold decided to step forward, his armor gleaming with dark magic.

"This ends now," he snarled, drawing a massive, spiked flail and swinging it with vicious force toward the larger caveman. The caveman deflected the blow with his club, but the impact left cracks across its surface. Not discouraged, the caveman lifted a chunk of broken masonry and hurled it at Arkunold with an animalistic growl, forcing the general to sidestep.

The smaller caveman joined his companion, their movements now synchronized as they closed in on Arkunold with a shared purpose. Recognizing their growing threat, Arkunold unleashed a dark spell, summoning a ring of fire around himself. But the cavemen, undeterred, charged through the flames, singeing their skin but hardly slowing.

The knights looked on, astonished at the resilience of their unlikely allies. Their defiance and unbreakable spirit seemed to give the soldiers renewed energy. Emboldened by the sight of the cavemen's relentless assault, they joined the fray with renewed vigor.

Kipkemboi watched his cavemen adapt and grow stronger with each clash, their once-crude weapons now gleaming as the magic absorbed from defeated demons flowed into them. It wasn't just their strength that was evolving; their understanding of battle was maturing as well. The larger caveman no longer swung his club wildly but rather targeted weak spots in his opponents' defenses. The smaller one's speed had transformed into fluid agility, allowing him to dart through the battlefield almost as if he were anticipating the demons' movements.

Arkunold, realizing the tide was turning, called for reinforcements. A new wave of demons charged, determined to overwhelm the cavemen through sheer numbers. Yet, the cavemen met them head-on, the battlefield becoming a whirlwind of raw, elemental power.

The cavemen now wielded their power with startling precision, turning the battlefield into their personal arena. The knights cheered as they witnessed the cavemen fend off wave after wave of demonic soldiers, giving them the upper hand against Arkunold's forces. Kipkemboi's experiment had exceeded his expectations; the cavemen were no longer just powerful brutes—they were warriors in every sense of the word.

In a final, desperate attempt, Arkunold raised his flail high, readying a devastating blow aimed at the smaller caveman. But before he could strike, the larger caveman stepped in, taking the hit head-on and using the momentum to wrench the weapon from Arkunold's grip. With a primal yell, he brought the flail down upon Arkunold, shattering the demon general's armor and sending him to his knees.

Panting, bruised, and bloody, the cavemen stood triumphant amidst a field littered with defeated demons. The knights erupted in cheers, and Kipkemboi, watching from afar, couldn't help but feel a deep pride in his two champions.

As the last of the demons fell, the battlefield grew quiet. The soldiers watched in shock and awe as Kipkemboi's cavemen approached the fallen demons. To their horror, the cavemen began to feast on the bodies, tearing into them with primal hunger. They consumed the flesh with a ferocity that left the knights pale, some even looking away in revulsion.

"W-what are they doing?" one of the soldiers stammered, his face drained of color.

The knight who had brought Kipkemboi turned to him, fear evident in his eyes. "Are they… eating the demons?"

Kipkemboi nodded, unbothered by the display. "It's part of their evolution," he explained. "By consuming the demons, they're absorbing their strength, growing even more powerful."

He raised a hand, calming the knights who looked ready to intervene. "They won't harm you. This is their way."

Slowly, the knights relaxed, though some still cast wary glances at the cavemen, who continued their grotesque meal, seemingly unaffected by the disapproval around them. Kipkemboi observed them with pride, noting how their bodies absorbed the dark energy, their forms growing even more formidable, their muscles rippling with newfound power.

As the cavemen completed their feast, Kipkemboi approached the fallen demon general, who lay barely breathing, his power ebbing away. Kipkemboi knelt beside him, sensing the dark energy still lingering within. Placing a hand on the general's chest, he closed his eyes, focusing on drawing out the essence that remained.

A surge of energy flooded into him, the general's skill imprinting itself into Kipkemboi's very core. He felt the power pulse through him, a skill born of darkness—a power of pure, raw force that could shatter defenses and shake the earth itself.

He stood, invigorated, a dark aura flickering around him for a brief moment before fading into nothingness. The knights looked on, a mixture of respect and trepidation in their eyes.

One of the knights, the same who had led him to the battlefield, approached. "Thank you, hero. I had doubts at first, but… you've saved us."

Kipkemboi gave a slight nod. "This was more than just a fight for the kingdom. It was an opportunity."