( Eren's POV )
Eren remained oblivious to the chaos brewing outside his tent and the imminent danger that he was in.
As the 'Demon Whisperer,' he had been making steady progress as of late, gaining lots of levels and the trust of his subordinates.
Currently, he was only 20 levels away from reaching the top 10,000 rankers list and he felt that if he successfully managed to capture the next town, he would easily enter the top 10,000 rankings and then some, since he was promised a +25 levels reward for the win.
Life had been treating him so well, that he had started to become complacent, never expecting there to be an attack against him while he was within the Demon Camp, as he considered the Demon Camp to be a safe and impregnable space.
Reclining on his bed, he reviewed a battle plan while two scantily-clad human slaves massaged his legs and an elf slave, similarly attired, fed him grapes.
