I’ll Surpass The MC

Primary Nature—Internal Inertial Gravity!

Secondary Nature—Kinesis Lantern Deity!

Tertiary Nature—Cultivator!

Now, armed with three Natures, the Empyrean Tusks were stronger than ever. They were no longer dependent on Gannala to move around in stealth, able to assume human forms through their Tertiary Nature.

Moreover, just switching between the human and Empyrean Tusk forms resulted in a power output on par with a Gold Grade Nature. After all, an Empyrean Tusk was just too massive. A tornado was generated every time Gannala switched forms due to the resulting expansion and contraction of space.

‘I am strong now.’ Gannala thought as she stared at her hand, observing the waves of Prana circulating through the blood underneath her skin. The Major Treasure of Arsenal had fused with her liver, becoming part of her power.

Secondary Nature—Weaponisation!

With a thought from her, one of the ten copies of Internal Derivative Refiner became absorbed into her Weaponisation, allowing her to automate the process that she had done to Virala. A second later, her power changed.

Secondary Nature—Internal Inertial Gravity!

“Phew…” She exhaled softly, watching her figure sink into the ground, resulting in a terraneous crater. Her Secondary Nature was a Mystic Grade version of Internal Inertial Gravity. The moment it formed, her body’s density billowed to a whole new level, to an extent even she was unable to handle for a moment.

“What’s that? What is happening to you?” Raaha shouted in shock while the Empyrean Tusks moved to help Gannala.

“It’s…alright!” Gannala said, grunting as her words resulted in a sonic boom that sent everyone flying. She closed her eyes and focused on her Secondary Nature, adjusting to it a few seconds later.

Her eyes shot open as she walked out of the crater, no longer damaging the surroundings. She stared at the ground she stood upon, noticing that the traces she left behind were even more minute as compared to before.

An Empyrean Tusk in human form was able to move without leaving behind a footprint. But now, things had improved to a whole new level.

Gannala approached Orakha and leaped faintly, making a vertical spin before landing on his hand. She extended her right hand and used the edge of the nail growing on her index finger to rest upon a strand of thin hair growing from the back of Orakha’s middle finger.

The point of contact was minimal, a fraction of a millimetre. But the strand of hair bent only to a microscopic level. To the naked eye, it hadn’t budged in the slightest. The weight of her body, including the biomes she carried in her human form, wasn’t exerted externally.

“How…is she doing this?” Vhalla stared at Gannala, failing to process the scene playing out before her, “This level of control isn’t realistic.”

“I’m not done yet.” Gannala expressed softly as she lightly flicked her index finger and leaped into the sky, reaching a height of a kilometre. It was as if she wasn’t even a gram heavy, for the flick only ruffled the strand of hair on Orakha’s arm.

Upon reaching a kilometre in height, Prana billowed out of her body as Gannala also activated her Primary Nature of Internal Inertial Gravity. Combining the two Natures, she assumed Empyrean Tusk form, silent in the transformation.

No wind was generated by the transformation. As her human form was replayed by the Empyrean Tusk form, the air that was pushed out was so seamlessly absorbed by her trunk that there were no sounds or wind accompanying her transformation.

The exoskeleton covering the trunk extended to form a bone needle that now landed on Orakha’s hand, causing him to grunt in pain as creaking sounds resounded from his arm. But that was it.

Even after she assumed Empyrean Tusk form, she was able to control the weight of such a massive being that despite holding it firmly, Orakha’s arm hadn’t shattered.

No other Empyrean Tusk was able to replicate the effect. Even when they used Internal Inertial Gravity, when they moved, the Empyrean Tusks thundered the earth and left massive craters upon every step.

But armed with two Natures of Internal Inertial Gravity, with one of them being at the Mystic Grade, Gannala was pretty much a silent mountain. In the future, she could actually charge at her enemies, who wouldn’t know anything unless they were seeing her. Though caught unaware would silently be stomped to death by a charging Empyrean Tusk.

The Silent Tusk!

The thought popped into the minds of everyone as Gannala reverted to her human form. She lithely landed beside a stunned Orakha and asked, “Uncle, can you convey the news of Yamahara to Virala and Inala?”

“I can, for Virala.” Orakha regained his bearings a few seconds later and controlled his bewilderment to speak, “But I have no idea where Inala might be.”

“Please search in the vicinity of Influenced Regions. There’s a possibility he might be there.” Gannala said, “If he’s hole up in preparations, he’ll be defeated when he reveals himself, since he doesn’t know the recent changes to the Wean Clan.”

“Can I count on you for that?” Gannala asked as she eyed Maroppa, “It seems you’ve made up your mind about leaving Sumatra Continent. Can you help me with this before you leave?”

“…Fine.” Orakha sighed, not having the mood to think of anything anymore. He had plenty of plans to strengthen himself, but was no longer confident upon witnessing Yamahara. ‘That one guy can elevate the Wean Clan’s strength at an exponential pace. No matter how much we amass strength, we’ll be drowned by an endless swarm of Boar Kings. And even if we could endure against that horde, there’s still the celestial Boar waiting at the end, with Yarsha Zahara acting as his shield.’

Capable of absorbing and gaining control over the effects of all Natures, Yarsha Zahara was a terrifying shield protecting Brangara. The synergy between the two of them already resulted in a headache-inducing situation. But adding Boar Kings further made things worse.

The icing on the cake for the Wean Clan was Yamahara, an ultimate existence capable of wielding the power of any existence whose blood he absorbs. And this was upon his birth.

Orakha had no idea how much Yamahara would grow and become capable of harnessing the power he had been blessed with. ‘As a living Minor Treasure, he breaks every single logic of Sumatra. How are we supposed to deal with such an existence?’

Upon arriving at this line of thought, Orakha wondered something. What was his objective? Why was he trying so hard to face the Wean Clan? And most important of all, what did he have to gain from this conflict?

Nothing! That was his answer! There was nothing he could gain from this conflict other than pain and misery. His goal was to live an unfettered life alongside a happy family. It was unfortunate that Inala had fanned the flames, but anyhow, the woman he fell in love with was Maroppa.

Her existence remained well-hidden until now. Only the Empyrean Tusks knew that she was the Mudropper. Even Virala had no idea, though he had suspicions regarding her. But seeing as how inconspicuous Maroppa had been until now, she was no longer the focus of his attention.

As Virala had plenty of things to busy himself with, he didn’t bother unearthing Maroppa’s identity. However, despite everything, Orakha didn’t feel safe enough to start a family.

Nowhere on Sumatra was it safe. Brangara probably had enough methods to track Orakha. He hadn’t done that only because he had a lot to protect. But once the Wean Clan became stronger, no longer requiring his active protection, he’d start hunting all over Sumatra, similar to his lone wolf days as the Empyrean Boar King.

With Brangara’s speed, even if Orakha remained on the run with Maroppa, it was just a matter of time before he was caught. Therefore, his only option was to flee Sumatra.

Thankfully, both he and Maroppa were Gold Grade existence, able to live more than a millennium. So, they could wait a century before starting a new family in another Continent. With their strength, they’ll have an easier time surviving anywhere.

“I’ll send a body for your consumption once we reach the Gaja Enclave.” Orakha stared at Yahara Tusk and nodded with a helpless gaze, “You’ll receive the Iron Empyrean Tentacle’s power following that.”

From their current location, the closest Enclave was the Gaja Enclave, which needed a month for the Empyrean Boar King to traverse at his top sprinting speed. Since the Mammoth Clan intended to leave while ensuring traces of their existence weren’t leaked, they’ll take a safer, slower route.

They’d take anywhere between three and five years to reach the Gaja Enclave. It was slow, but it was better than rushing at their top speed and being discovered by Brangara. After all, Varahan Enclave was the only other Enclave in the region.

As both Enclaves bordered Sumatra, Brangara typically traversed along the border and was able to visit the Gaja Enclave at the fastest speed. Hence, their priority was to ensure no news of their travel reached his ears.

As long as he remains ignorant of their intentions, he wouldn’t head to the Gaja Enclave.

While Orakha sent his two bodies to the Dralh Sea, intending to communicate with Virala and then search for Inala, the Mammoth Clan finished the construction of a ship that could sail through the Dralh Sea.

Using the three pieces of Sumatra Gold, they constructed a massive biome within the ship, large enough to house a mountain range’s worth of resources. Once it’s fully filled up, they’d begin their journey.

“Chief,” Gannala approached Raaha, “Since you’ll be transferring your power to Yahard Tusk, to ensure you don’t lose your cultivation, I can impart upon you a Nature.”

She didn’t explain the function of Internal Derivative Refiner. After all, she had no reason to, since Raaha was leaving Sumatra. It was her decision, at the end of the day, and she intended to ensure no information about the Major Treasure of Arsenal was leaked out, even to the Mammoth Clan.

Everyone only knew that she had done something to the Major Treasure, but were ignorant about the specifics.

“Alright, do as you please.” Raaha sighed, lacking the fighting spirit that he had in the past.

Gannala touched his hand and seeped her Prana into it, calculating based on the Empyrean Tusk characteristics she perceived in him through the power of Internal Derivative Refiner, ‘I can grant him Weaponisation, but there are risks associated with it. The Chief doesn’t seem all that suitable to possess an accumulative power.’

Weaponisation, Cultivator, Empyrean Incubator, Storage Lantern, Mystic Bone, Empyrean 100, and Internal Inertial Gravity; they were the Nature she knew how to awaken in a Mammoth Clansman through Internal Derivative Refiner.

Of them, Empyrean Incubator, Mystic Bone, and Empyrean 100 were something her predecessor had complete knowledge about. That’s how she granted Grehha the Nature of Empyrean Incubator and helped Resha obtain both Mystic Bone and Empyrean 100.

Mystic Bone closely mimicked the battle state of Empyrean Tusks. Resha added the inspiration of an Empyrean Snapper’s Subtle Terrain Domination and the functions of the Major Treasure of Weapon to Mystic Bone Art and derived Mystic Bone.

Similarly, he derived Empyrean 100 from the functions of the Major Treasure of Pet while remaining in an extreme state—

having lost his Spirit Container.

The methods were already present in the inheritance from the Supreme Tusk. It didn’t take Gannala much effort to figure out a path to derive it through Internal Derivative Refiner. As she focused on Raaha, she thought, ‘He doesn’t have the Fragment Disease, so I won’t be able to give him the Pranic Beast form of an Empyrean Tusk even when I grant him Internal Inertial Gravity. Then, there’s only one other option.’

“You can start.” She stared at Yahard Tusk who assumed his Silver Empyrean Tentacle form and approached one of Raaha’s bodies that were split from the stack.

“I’ll live up to my expectations, Chief.” Yahard Tusk stated with emotion as he stared at the lone body of Raaha before him.

“Go ahead,” Raaha inhaled a deep breath as his body was swallowed up by Yahard Tusk.

Immediately in response, the rules of the Mystic Tentacle race took action, deciding which one of the two would wield the Nature of Thought Condensation. But since Yahard Tusk had swallowed Raaha, the rules made him the winner.

‘Now!’ Right as the power of the Gold Empyrean Tentacle began to flow out of the 9-Life Stage Raaha, Gannala seeped Internal Derivative Refiner into him and made it take the position of his now empty Primary Nature.

Immediately in response, it drew Empyrean Tusk characteristics from the depths of his being and condensed a power, stabilising the 9-Life Stage cultivation of Raaha.

Primary Nature—Empyrean 100!

“This is…Resha’s power.” Raaha observed his state, feeling his heart thump in excitement. He sighed immediately after, ‘But I am a failure anyway. So, this is wasted on me.’ Sᴇaʀch* Thᴇ N0vᴇlFire(.)nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

“Transform once, Chief.” Gannala laughed, “You’ll be surprised.”

“Fine,” Raaha sighed and activated his transformation, stunned to see him transform into a figure of the Gold Empyrean Tentacle made out of tusk bone powder, the same that he had transformed into hundreds of times. “This is…?”

“You lost Thought Condensation, but you built your Spirit Container into the body of the Gold Empyrean Tentacle. That remains as is,” Gannala grinned, “Empyrean 100 recognised it as your first body.”

“You can now transform into a hundred Pranic Beasts.” She said and continued to seep Prana into his body through his hands, sending in two more Natures of Internal Derivative Refiner.

“And this is to keep you strong so that you can continue to fulfil your duties as the Mammoth Clan Chief. If it’s you, I’m sure you can handle the resulting influence.” She said, watching Raaha’s shock burst into one of fiery youth, for an extremely simple reason. He now wielded the power of a Deity, two of them in fact.

Secondary Nature—Internal Inertial Gravity!

Tertiary Nature—Internal Inertial Gravity!

No matter how bad the situation seemed, this recovered some of his confidence, ‘Though we’re fleeing Sumatra, until the day I die, I’ll at least continue my duty and not embarrass the title of the Mammoth Clan Chief!’

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