Chapter 338 The Boar King is Watching
Chapter 338 The Boar King is Watching
Inala’s Stomach Biome!
Pillars of bone hung down from the ceiling lit by luminescent moss growing there. Crawling across the pillars were Empyrean Zingers, training, trying their best to conceptualise new Skills to make better use of their abilities.
They were of the mind that once Inala recovered his power, he would be able to access their memories and gain all the benefits of their research. That would allow his powers to experience a qualitative leap.
They weren’t just butting heads to come up with new Skills. No, Gannala was actively leading the operation. She was able to access all of Inala’s memories.
And as she comprehended more of the Supreme Tusk Gannals’s inheritance, she became more experienced, armed with a greater arsenal of abilities, all of which she used to conceptualise effective abilities that would improve Inala’s fighting power to a whole new level.
Currently stored in Inala’s mind was a vast sea of information that he had painstakingly collected using the Mind Slip Prime Skill, filled to the brim until he couldn’t store any more. By pushing himself to the breaking limit and healing using Lifeforce immediately after, Inala was improving his brain’s capacity.
Slowly but steadily, he was upgrading his mind—that was equivalent to a Silver Grade Pranic Beast—to eventually enter the realm of Gold Grade. As long as his mind reaches the Gold Grade, he would no longer feel the mental burden of maintaining a biome.
After that, he would only have to worry about the physical burden, which too was a work in progress to be improved. And Gannala was actively working on that too, trying to improve Inala on all fronts to be on par with a Gold Grade Pranic Beast.
With the Supreme Tusk Gannala’s inheritance, that was possible.
Through Bone Slips, Gannala fed information to the Empyrean Zingers about matters Inala had thought about. They then pondered about the same and refined it through a series of discussions and debates.
Gannala was actively teaching them to improve their capabilities so that they could be of better use to Inala. It wasn’t just that. She also made them better understand themselves, on what it meant to be a Zinger.
After feeding them the Zinger’s data in Inala’s possession, she made them discuss it, allowing the Zingers to become more aware of how and why their bodies worked as they did. And their progress was tremendous, since everyone was sharing their gains through Bone Slips.
Accessing the information in a Bone Slip directly planted it in the mind, needing only short periods to comprehend. When thousands of Empyrean Zingers did this simultaneously, a lot of progress was being made.
Gannala had a simple target. Since her father was actively risking his life for her growth, she would do everything in her power to improve his. And this was that. When Inala regains his power, he would be surprised because simply by reading the memories of all his Empyrean Zingers, he would have gained a complete understanding of a Zinger Body.
As long as he had enough Prana and Empyrean Tusk’s tusk bone powder following that, he could complete building his body in a shorter time frame than his original prediction. Moreover, he’ll now come to possess a bunch of powerful Prime Skills created for his use by the combined efforts of the Empyrean Zingers.
She also researched Inala’s path of growth to find any possible mistakes and correct them, ensuring the rate of success would be definite.
While this was happening, Asaeya was busy building her body, trying her best to increase her strength. Suddenly, there was a series of screeches from the Empyrean Zingers before one of them leaped up and used a bone container to capture the fluid of rain that fell down.
Gannala had prompted them to take action. Hence, they were ready. A minute later, a vial appeared before Asaeya as Gannala approached her, “This is the Influence Easing Elixir.”
“Take it.”
“Isn’t it supposed to be valuable?” Asaeya expressed her shock as she stared at the already empty vials of Influence Easing Elixir lying next to her, “How is he sending in so much of it?”
“He’s working hard,” Gannala said and pushed forth another vial, “He personally created this for you.”
“What’s this?” Asaeya wondered aloud, staring at the murky grey fluid in the vial before her.
“Body Comprehension Elixir, refined to be suitable for a Mammoth Clansman.” Gannala said, “When you consume this, your mind will feel refreshed and brimming with inspiration. It’ll allow you an easier time comprehending your Pranic Beast’s body.”
“There’s also this,” Gannala took out another vial, smug, filled with pride, “This is the Body Development Elixir. It’ll assist you in building your body. You’ll have a faster time progressing through the Body Stage with this.”
Gannala pointed at the stomach entrance that seemed massive in the biome, “Dad’s stealing a bit of it daily and writing it off as experimental wastage. He plans to accumulate enough for the three of us to reach the peak.”
“It’s incredibly dangerous,” Asaeya bit her lips in worry as she downed the vials and worked harder to grow stronger.
“It is…” Gannala said when suddenly, her face scowled, grunting in fear, ‘He still hasn’t left the Dralh Sea!’
‘Why is he still here? Does he not have anything else to do than stalk this place?’ She became nervous. Until now, she felt the Boar King roam through a bunch of islands on the Dralh Sea, all of which had been visited by Inala, doing something there.
Now, he entered the Dralh Sea’s core zone, intending to camp there and possibly observe Inala. What he intended to do with that, Gannala didn’t know. But all she knew was that she had to inform her father about it immediately.
She hurriedly tore off a tiny chit from a scroll and scribbled a line on it. Following that, she embedded a tiny dot of bone in its centre and threw it to an Empyrean Zinger, “Go, inform him.”
The Empyrean Zinger grabbed the chit and jumped from one hanging bone pillar to the next until it approached the hole leading into the food pipe. The bending of space ended here, as the food pipe’s width rapidly shrunk from over twenty-something metres to a couple of centimetres rapidly.
It seeped its Prana through the tiny dot of bone on the chit and turned it into its Spirit Container. Through its psychokinesis, it controlled the chit, causing it to move around, wobbly. It then rolled up the chit and sent it into the food pipe, careful in its motion to not scrape against the walls.
But even then, the act of something moving up his throat was revolting for Inala as he hurriedly rushed into the bathroom and threw up a little, watching the chit be present amidst the pile of bile. He unfurled the chit to see a sentence written, one that sent chills up his spine.
[The Boar King is watching!]
‘Fuck!’ That was his immediate reaction. He then immersed the chit in acid that melted it in a matter of seconds and poured the product into a waste bin, thereby erasing all traces.
‘I have left a couple of clues that would point Loot’s location to be somewhere far away from here.’ Inala thought in distress, ‘So, why is Brangara still here?’
“This is bound to mess things up.” He sighed, feeling a headache as he began to think up another set of plans. ‘Such is the sordid fate of a schemer.’
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