I'll Surpass The MC

Prana Hands flashed through the forest, grabbing the helpless Enrinos. The resistance offered by the Satellites was futile, since the Prana Hands were reinforced by Internal Inertial Gravity. Each of them weighed close to forty kilograms when the Satellites attacked them, failing to harm them much.

Due to their density, the damage sustained by the Prana Hands was minimal. After they accumulated enough damage, Inala simply got rid of them and created a new pair of Prana Hands. It only took him ten Prana to create a Prana Bomb.

Hence, this was an extremely economical process. The combination of a Prana Hand and Mystic Bone Art was phenomenal. He could simply keep fighting a swarm without issues. And through his Life Bombs and the Tertiary Nature of Spatial Immune System, he could control a swarm of Zingers.

His male form alone was already strong enough. And now, he had his female form too, which was extremely versatile, allowing Inala to survive in all sorts of environmental conditions.

He collected the Satellites, absorbed Prana and Lifeforce from the Enrinos, created a reserve of Prana Bombs and Life Bombs filled with Prana and Lifeforce respectively, and finally, got a bunch of Enrino Skulls.

He swapped through his male and female forms like the flaps of a butterfly wing, amassing a lot of resources in terms of Prana Bombs and Life Bombs. Best of all, by taking advantage of the excess influx of Prana and Lifeforce, Inala built up his body, causing it to better adapt to the changes.

In an hour, he had already killed over two hundred Enrinos. His male form was now ripped, having been using Mystic Bone Art all along while he downed the contents of both Prana Bombs and Life Bombs.

His stomach digested them rapidly and supplemented his body, developing him swiftly back to his prime. It was impossible to get all the necessary nutrients from regular food, no matter how much he ate.

Besides, he had been working nonstop and only eating by using the money he earned. And after what he had done at the Dralh Sea to gain Subtle Terrain Dominance, his body had yet to recover from malnutrition.

“Hmm…” Inala flexed his arm and punched forth, producing a crisp sound from the tree trunk. This was a simple punch, unleashed without using any abilities. Blood dripped from his fist and there was a minor dent on the tree trunk.

Prana surged into his injury and healed it swiftly as Inala was satisfied, “I’m back to my physical peak.”

Now that he was brimming with strength, Inala accelerated his hunting pace, killing a large number of Enrinos. And in the process, he also strengthened his Spirit Container, making it more and more robust.

lightsΝοvel As long as it becomes strong enough, he could consume an Elixir and rapidly increase his Prana reserves, thereby reducing his training time. They had plenty of Elixirs. Hence, he focused on strengthening the Spirit Container.

Every second of the fight, his body was brimming with Prana. At least one Prana Hand was supplying him with Prana. Through Mystic Bone Art, he was also digesting the contents in his stomach, causing Prana to be supplied to his Spirit Container the traditional way too.

This allowed him to be reckless with his usage. Soon, he entered decently deep into the forest when suddenly, a Comet slammed into the side of his chest, sending him crashing into a tree trunk.

“Koff!” Inala coughed and spat out some blood and noticed that his ribs had cracked, “Thankfully, I increased my rib density enough.”

His Internal Inertial Gravity was active all along. And the moment he felt danger, he strengthened the target area. It served as training, allowing him to improve his reaction time. Besides, he reinforced his head and chest through Internal Inertial Gravity, making it strong enough to tank a full-powered hit from a Comet.

So, even if he fails to react on time, he’ll only be injured and won’t die. With the excess Prana and Lifeforce there at his disposal, he could easily recover from such an injury in a matter of seconds. Armed with such confidence, Inala could train without worries.

Soon, he came across an Enran, targeting it without hesitation. His Prana Hands intercepted the Satellites protecting it, absorbing Prana from the latter upon contact. In less than two minutes, he neutralised all its Satellites.

The Enran leapt like a grasshopper from one tree to another, intending to camouflage itself as quickly as possible. But Inala’s figure was right on its trail.

Taking on his female form, he sent forth a string of Prana, wrapping it around the Enran. Using psychokinesis, he caused its figure to stop midair, binding it. The Enran struggled to break free but didn’t have the muscular strength necessary to do so.

Inala slowly brought its bound figure to a pile of empty Prana Bombs and watched it scream when it landed on the pile. Its Prana was stolen from multiple directions, causing it enough pain that it fell unconscious.

Double-checking to confirm that it was unconscious, Inala reverted to his male form and grabbed it using a pair of Prana Hands. Once it was empty of Prana, he placed it on a pile of Life Bombs—ones meant to birth a queen—and made them absorb its Lifeforce.

As it was on the verge of death, he grabbed it by hand, used the Prime Skill of Empyrean Extraction, and gathered its data. Using the Prime Skill of Mind Slip, he comprehended the most important data about the Enran, using which he was able to hunt them next.

When it was almost nighttime, Wittral dragged in a large number of wooden trolleys filled with a hundred percent pure batch of minerals, each packed in air-tight wooden boxes that were coated with a layer of paint made to keep the material within pure. The paint in every box was designed in regard to the type of mineral stored within, ensuring they wouldn’t react with each other.

“There’s too much here.” Wittral smiled wryly upon seeing the number of crates he had gathered, “I think I went overboard…”

He stopped speaking once he walked into a clearing and noticed three hills there. The first was a hill of empty Prana Bombs, reaching a height of four hundred metres. The second was a hill of Prana Bombs—filled with Prana—that approximately reached a height of hundred metres. And finally, the third was a hill of Life Bombs—one that could birth a queen—rich in Lifeforce, reaching a height of a hundred metres.

The pile at the bottom of the hill emanated with a strong present, containing the lifeforce of Enrans, numbering in the hundreds.

Staring at the piles, Wittral felt strangely defeated before cursing aloud, “This won’t fit in our truck!”

“It’s fine, we can simply make a bunch of trolleys to store them.” A voice resounded from the side as Inala walked from behind the hill of Life Bombs.

“…Damn!” Wittral exclaimed instinctively upon staring at the spot under the neck of Inala’s female form and flashed a thumbs up, “You did well.”

“Yeah, it seemed easy, so I collected as much as possible.” Inala stared at the piles of Prana Bombs and Life Bombs, “We’ll save a lot of money by having to make fewer trips outside.”

“I wasn’t complimenting those hills.” Wittral retorted.

“Then?” Inala tilted his head in confusion.

“Never mind.” Wittral laughed as he approached the hill of empty Prana Bombs, “Let’s make the alloy now.”

“We’ll return in the morning.”action