I'll Surpass The MC

Mystic Bone Art—Prana Kinesis!

This was the Skill Inala derived from Fhoong Brimgan’s data, gaining inspiration from the Brimgan Empire’s Gold Grade cultivation technique, Gold Kinesis Art.

By holding a Prana Bomb that was filled with the Prana of a Pranic Beast, Inala would activate the Skill of Prana Kinesis, beginning to refine the Prana within. Over time, the quantity of Prana within the Prana Bomb would be consumed while its quality increases.

If the Prana was originally sourced from a Beginner Iron Grade Pranic Beast, by the end of the Skill’s activation, the Prana quantity would drop from 100 to 70 while its quality would increase to the level of an Intermediate Iron Grade Pranic Beast.

Inala had the Boar King’s data. Hence through it, and the amount absorbed by the Empyrean Zinger King upon birth, he managed to figure out a refinement process through which the Prana of a Beginner Iron Grade Pranic Beast—most commonly found in the Dralh Sea—could be refined into the Boar King’s Prana, possessing his signature.

Again, just like everything he did in recent times, this too was a resource-intensive process. Hence, they had a limited amount of the Boar King’s Prana.

As the Boar King puppet released the same Prana signature and pressure as the original, the Pranic Beasts in the region became terrified. Instinctively, they fled in the opposite direction, creating a wave of Pranic Beasts.

Gannala brought out the Sumatra Ship and rode it in a hurry, reaching a location where the Boar King’s Prana emission hadn’t reached before. She brought out his puppet and repeated the same process, ensuring to direct the presence in such a way that the Pranic Beasts fled in the direction of the ship where Wittral was.

Gannala travelled in an arc, intending to send as many Pranic Beasts as possible. While she was doing this, Asaeya protected the Sumatra Ship from harm, stealing the senses of any Pranic Beast that lost its mind from the Boar King’s presence and targeted them.

lightsΝοvεl ƈοm “This isn’t as intense as the original, but still…” Her voice trembled as if she had shivers as Asaeya felt her hands and feet turn cold. She was wrought with fear, “I feel like I’ll go insane if I were to feel this presence any longer.”

“Waaah!” Gannala suddenly broke into tears, trying her best to stop crying, but despite everything she did, her body was unable to calm down. Her Primary Nature was raving in response to the Boar King’s presence, for that was the ultimate existence that hunted enough Empyrean Tusks to cause fear in them down to the genetic level.

This reaction was brought by the twenty-plus Internal Inertial Gravity in the Boar King. They, the Natures of Empyrean Tusks, possessing the will and mind of the original were now trapped in the Boar King’s body, forced to bend to his will.

It was an absolute horror for them. And with twenty of them in the same situation, a synergy was created, which was transmitted through the hive-mind nature of the Empyrean Tusks. It was why the Empyrean Tusks were able to feel fear the moment the Boar King approached their vicinity.

It was the twenty-plus Internal Inertial Gravity in his body screaming at them to flee away, for they had no chance of defeating him. Death was guaranteed for an Empyrean Tusk upon meeting this ultimate predator of their species.

Gannala swallowed the Boar King puppet, unable to calm down even after it stopped releasing its presence. In fear, she continued forth her mission, crying, but never backing down, unwilling to stop until she created a large enough wave of Pranic Beasts.

Dralh Sea Minor Crisis!

Seated in a guest room within the ship, Inala’s body trembled violently the moment he felt a tinge of the Boar King’s presence.

Secondary Nature—Internal Inertial Gravity!

His Secondary Nature flared up in response, urging him to flee the place. It increased its influence on him, trying to make him leave.

“Haa…haha…” He laughed nervously, “Even a fake is this terrifying. How the fuck am I supposed to kill the original?”

“Don’t be afraid,” He patted his chest in an effort to calm down, feeling that it wasn’t working. His Secondary Nature was raving about in fear. As its influence grew on him, so did the fear he felt under the Boar King’s presence.

This was unlike during the First Major Disaster when he had just gotten his Secondary Nature. It was weak and its influence on him was zero. Hence, the level of fear he felt back then was the minimal most of what an Empyrean Tusk felt.

It was significantly more pronounced now. And in the future, as he grows even stronger, this effect too would reach unimaginable levels. When he faces the Boar King, he would have to fight while enduring a frightening amount of fear generated in him by his Secondary Nature.

“Keep calm and do it!” He slapped his cheeks and used the pain to get a hold of himself. He then spat out a puppet of himself, noticing that it was faring better than him. After all, the Empyrean Zinger Scouts controlling it were young and hadn’t developed their Secondary Natures much.

Hence, the level of fear they felt was to an endurable extent. The puppet took his place on the bed while Inala carved out a rectangular piece of slab through the wooden bed and laid in there after swallowing the carved contents.

By turning it into a coffin, he sealed himself, airtight. There was enough air in his lungs—that had been turned into a biome—to last him a while.

The ship had set sail by now, moving forth as a large volume of clouds trailed from its behind, generating sea currents that propelled it forward.

Leaving Fral Island, the ship set a chart towards an Island further outskirt. Soon, it reached a shallow region of the Dralh Sea, an area where the depth was merely two kilometres, one of its shallower parts.

As it was shallower, the strength of the Pranic Beasts too dropped in response, making it a safe area for the ship to traverse. The Cooter Clan set up routes to go through as many shallow regions as possible, for only then would their casualties be kept to a minimum.

Standing on the deck while surveying the Dralh Sea, the captain frowned as he felt a rusty scent mildly mixed amid the wind blowing from the side. He stared in the respective direction and noticed a jet-black line on the horizon, positioned slightly higher than the ink-black surface of the Dralh Sea, “What is that line?”

As he observed, the line drew closer, resembling a wave. Soon, it became as big as a tsunami, reaching as high as forty metres. Rumbling within it were Pranic Beasts, numbering in the tens of thousands.

They were fleeing at such speeds that they created a giant wave, packed within it to the brim like sardines, simultaneously keeping their Primary Natures activated.

“Alert! Propel forward!” The captain roared, “Wave incoming!”

All the Cooter Clansmen on the ship took action as they generated colourful clouds and layered them on the ship’s side, raising its sailing speed. But in comparison to the wave of Pranic Beasts, it was slow.

Inevitably, they clashed.