I'll Surpass The MC

Chapter 319 Spirit Container Assimilation

“Gannala, it’s time.” Inala said and grabbed Gannala by the shoulder, consoling her, “You’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Dad, what if I never become a full-fledged Empyrean Tusk after doing this?” Gannala expressed her fear, “I’m going against my natural state.”

“Look into my memories,” Inala stared at her in seriousness, “Am I someone that would hinder your growth?”

“It’s not about that, Dad.” Gannala spoke nervously, “Will I really be alright once I destroy all my biomes?”

“It’s a necessity to obtain the Tertiary Nature of Cultivator.” Inala said and hugged her, “So, be brave, alright?”

“Your courage will lead the Empyrean Tusk race to greater heights.”

“Okay,” Gannala nodded weakly and began to spit out everything stored in her biomes, forming large piles on Roit Island.

Without any hesitation, Inala packed all the resources in giant Prana Bombs, shrunk them, and swallowed them into his stomach. The moment they arrived within his stomach biome, they reverted to their original size and were then distributed by the army of Empyrean Zingers throughout the biome.

In a matter of minutes, Gannala felt like a beggar, struck by poverty, feeling an absolute abyss of emptiness.

“If you’re ever unsure, read my mind,” Inala said, encased her in a Prana Bomb and swallowed her. He then stared at Asaeya, “Take care of her, alright?”

“I will,” Asaeya approached him and grabbed his hand, “Will you be alright?”

“Our current situation is the worst-case scenario, right?”

“Nope,” Inala chuckled and shook his head, “The worst-case scenario is our deaths. We still have a bit of leeway here.”

“Will you be alright confronting the Boar King directly?” Asaeya stared at him with moistened eyes, “I’m worried about you. What if he sees through your Inhibition Needle? What if he recognises you even in your female form? What if…”

“Don’t worry,” Inala consoled her and rubbed her back, “If something happens, I’ll try to think of a way to survive.”

“After all, that’s why I have a brain in my head, right?” Inala encased her in a Prana Bomb and placed her in his biome, “I’ll keep thinking.”

Now that all the biomes in Gannala’s organs had vanished, she could be placed in his stomach biome without causing its collapse. Immediately after, Inala cleaned the place of all traces of his actions.

He poured any debris into the Dralh Sea after attaching them to a large stone. This way, it would head to the seabed and would be taken care of during the Death Hour. Following that, he carried an empty Prana Bomb in his hand and waved it around, causing it to absorb any traces of Prana present in the air.

A minute later, he leaped onto the Dralh Sea and began to run in the direction of Leh Island. Once he was a kilometre away from Roit Island, Inala used his Sumatra Canon to unleash a powerful thrust of wind, using it to traverse a large distance through the air.

He landed and unleashed another thrust, repeating the process ten times in total before the Sumatra Canon ran out of shots. He ran for the following minute, and once it was charged, travelled large distances with the wind thrusts once again.

Arriving at Leh Island, Inala took a moment to breathe and regulate himself. He then took on his female form and brought out a Brangara puppet that only looked like the original. The Brangara puppets possessing traces of the Boar King’s presence were sent out to distract the original, intending to buy as much time as possible.

‘Alright, let’s start.’ He exhaled softly and got down on the ground, shouting shrilly, “P-Please spare me!”

“Be quiet, idiot.” The Brangara puppet grabbed Inala by the hair and dragged his body through the mine entrance, causing the Free Humans working within to stare at the scene in confusion. For some reason, even though the Brangara puppet didn’t release any presence, they refrained from helping Inala.

They were scared, not knowing who this foreign entity was. If he dared to enter the mine despite the Cooter Clan immortals protecting Leh Island from all harm, it meant either he got their permission or dealt with them to act as he pleased.

Everyone assumed the former to be the case and hence stepped aside.

The Brangara puppet brought Inala to a deep corner of the mine and slammed him there. Following that, the puppet exited the mine and vanished. In truth, it shrunk itself into a grain at the shores of the island, allowing the waves to gradually pull it into the sea, hiding all traces.

“It…hurts!” Inala howled in pain, “Someone…save me! It hurts!”

A Free Human youth was unable to endure hearing Inala’s cries of pain any longer and intended to head to his rescue. But suddenly, an older man held his hand and offered words of wisdom, “The immortals wouldn’t have allowed that man to put her here without a valid reason. Don’t be reckless and get yourself killed.”

“But…” The youth frowned upon hearing Inala’s cries for help, “I can’t bear to watch someone in pain.”

“Go mine somewhere else,” The older man patted the youth’s back, “Out of sight, out of mind.”

“We only need to do our duty to live in peace. Let’s not forget how dangerous the world outside is.”

“Someone…anyone, please, save me!” Inala continued to holler, all while trailing his focus on his ears, smiling upon observing that the Free Humans avoided the place in fear.

Immediately after, he spat out Wittral and a bunch of Empyrean Zingers, setting up an operating table to begin their work.

Similar to the operation he did on the Free Humans of Fral and Roit Islands, Inala made an incision on Wittral’s chest and used his Spirit Containers to create a route towards his heart. And once he found the latter’s Spirit Container, he seeped his Prana into it.

Prime Skill—Spirit Container Harvest!

“Quick!” He said as the Empyrean Zingers nearby carefully stored Wittral’s Spirit Container in a Lifeforce-rich Life Bomb. He swallowed it and observed it land into Gannala’s hold. Now, Wittral had no Prana in his body.

Following that, Inala took out a bunch of Lifeforce-rich Life Bombs and grabbed the Free Human Spirit Containers stored in each. He placed it on Wittral’s heart and poured Lifeforce into it, following which his Spirit Container—shaped like a needle—made a quick poke.

The Free Human Spirit Container fell into Wittral’s heart while the hole healed right as the needle retracted, thanks to the abundant Lifeforce.

Inala’s Prana seeped into the heart as he activated an ultimate ability derived from the Mudropper’s data, the pivotal point of his entire plan.

Prime Skill—Spirit Container Assimilation!

The Free Human Spirit Container influenced by Mystic Mist Art naturally assimilated into Wittral’s heart thanks to this Prime Skill, becoming his Spirit Container, containing one Prana.

“It’s working spectacularly!” Followed by a grin, Inala seeped his Prana into Wittral’s heart, repeating the above process.

Prime Skill—Spirit Container Extraction!

Prime Skill—Spirit Container Assimilation!

The Spirit Containers of the Free Humans were rapidly converted into Wittral’s, stored in Lifeforce-rich Life Bombs, and sent to Inala’s stomach biome.

Through his Secondary Nature, he felt the Boar King’s movements, becoming nervous to see the latter’s position suddenly change and skew in a certain direction. ‘He’s already done fighting the Cooter Clan? He’s seriously whimsical.’

“Dammit!”