I’ll Surpass The MC

Chapter 763: Sponsoring Narkahamy

“Hahaha!” Narkahamy was jubilant by the time he ended the matting session with YoriBuntara, verifying time and again that his Empyrean Boar characteristics had surpassed an actual Empyrean Boar.

‘It’s just a matter of time before I can finish creating the Blessed Influence of Empyrean Boar Transformation.’ He thought, understanding the advantages he would get upon obtaining such a transformation power.

Free Humans were strong. However, on the same level, they weren’t a match for Clansmen or Pranic Beasts. A Wean Clansman could transform into an Empyrean Boar, a massive Gold Grade Pranic Beast whose physical might alone was on par with the destructiveness of a Nature.

It was a famous case, especially in the Brimgan Empire. Even with Gold Grade strength, a Brimgan Royal wasn’t a match for a Gold Grade Pranic Beast. Anyone who managed to kill a Gold Grade Pranic Beast in a one-on-one battle was given the title of Prince or Princess.

Usually, they obtained such a title at the 4-Life Stage or higher. This implied that even at their peak, at the 10-Life Stage, a Brimgan Royal was at most on par with a 3-Life Stage Gold Grade Pranic Beast.

Only existences like Boul Brimgan were an exception to the rule. But as they always said, exceptions don’t make the norm.

Narkahamy had considerable knowledge of the Brimgan Empire, gained from the records maintained by the Varahan Empire. He had been constantly using YoriBuntara to obtain everything of value that she had access to.

After all, knowledge was power, and it was by having enough knowledge that he could reach his current height. And thanks to that knowledge, Narkahamy understood that even at the peak, he would at most be as strong as a 3-Life Stage YoriBuntara. He didn’t like that, especially since the higher one progressed through the Life Stage, the harder it became to maintain the stack.

Minor issues at the 2-Life Stage became life-threatening mistakes at the 8-Life Stage. It was why the number of Free Humans at higher Life Stages was so few, even though progressing through the life stage was pretty much-repeating everything they did at the Body Stage.

He wasted to become the strongest Gold Grade existence first and attain the status of a Deity. And from there, he would eventually try to enter the Realm that extremely few existences managed to reach in all of Sumatra.

The Mystic Grade!

‘The first step to that is to obtain a Blessed Influence of transformation that I can use as many times as I want. And once I attain it, I can gradually make modifications until my transformation is a lot stronger than an Empyrean Boar.’ Narkahamy commanded YoriBuntara to return to the office and resume her work while he slowly walked to his quarters, his mind filled with thoughts.

His quarters were pretty much a library, filled with experimental records, Information Slips of all kinds, and large murals portraying vivid diagrams of YoriBuntara, including her skeletal structure in human and Empyrean Boar forms.

There were lots of reference pieces for everything, with details of how each of her body parts reacted with various medicines, etc. Narkahamy was obsessed with research and the greater the success rate of his research, the more his obsession grew.

After all, being able to create something new that didn’t exist anywhere else in the world gave one enough of a mental rush that they felt they were Gods themselves. Every single scientist went through such a rush, a reason the term Mad Scientist came about, because once they have a taste of the rush, they can never go back.

Narkahamy entered his quarters and pulled a drawer slowly, taking out the box placed within. He opened the lid, his eyes trained on the pair of Glove Slips carefully placed inside. Immediately in response, a smile crept on his face, ‘This is by far the greatest invention.’

‘This one item connects every single Free Human civilisation and allows them to exchange large volumes of information with each other in an instant.’ He wore the Glove Slip and grabbed an Information Slip that he originally wouldn’t have even detected to be one.

Without the respective cultivation technique, it was impossible to know whether something was a regular rock or an Information Slip. But with the Glove Slip, every single Information Slip, irrespective of the mineral used to make it, was laid bare to the user.

“Do you like some tea?” Narkahamy was focused on his research when a feminine voice resounded in his ear, as naturally as possible.

“Yes…” Narkahamy nodded in response, pausing for an instant as cold sweat broke across his skin, ‘That’s not YoriBuntara’s voice!’

He reflexively used his Prana detection means and grunted, feeling an outbreak of prickles across his skin. The existence he sensed was on a level where just detecting it caused his skin to prickle so much it resulted in a rash.

“There you go.” Less than two seconds later, the female voice resounded as a piping hot cup of tea was placed on the table. “Drink it.”

YoriBuntara became nervous as his eyes trailed onto the crystal-clear surface of the tea, outlined on which was the visage of a woman with round eyes, an oval face, and a slightly widened jaw that had a chiselled countenance.

Her lock of hair was thrice as thick as a regular woman’s, cascading on the back of her head like a waterfall, coursing subtle waves every second that painted her an ethereal aura.

‘I know her!’ His mind went into overdrive as every piece of information he gained about the Brimgan Empire churned in his mind space, causing him to open his mouth and state in respect, “I greet the Brimgan Guardian,”

“Amita Brimgan!”

He slowly turned around, surprised that the woman he perceived to be standing right beside

him wasn’t actually there. Instead, seated at one corner of the room where the wall itself had morphed to create a decorated seat atop three leading steps was the individual, her poise as grand as the Varahan Emperor himself.

“You’re pretty up to date.” The woman’s voice resounded with a gentle nature, one that terrified Narkahamy.

“H-How are you here? Inside the Varaha Empire, I mean.” Narkahamy strengthened the

volume of Prana circulating his body, allowing it to somewhat stabilise his mental state and maintain enough cool to face one of the scariest individuals on Sumatra, ‘She’s someone even the Varahan Emperor has to be on guard about.’

‘The First Calamity!’ His heart race accelerated subconsciously as he gulped in nervousness. The strongest existence he had ever seen personally was only an older generation Wean Clansman. This was the first time he came face to face with a Mystic Grade existence, that too one touted to be the second strongest on Sumatra.

“Are you wondering why I’m in my enemy’s territory?” Amita Brimgan chuckled, “Why shouldn’t I be here?”

“This is my enemy’s territory, you know.”

“What do you need from me?” Narkahamy regained his cool as he weighed his disposition. He

was a terrorist, one of the most hated individuals in the Varahan Empire. His terrorists had captured three Wean Clansmen to date-no one knew YoriBuntara was under his control.

Considering Brangara’s overprotectiveness on his people, he was absolutely incensed about this matter, having mobilised a large search group across the Varahan Empire in search of

Narkahamy.

Arriving at this line of thought, Narkahamy understood that he could benefit from this interaction rather than remain terrified about the individual before him. “I realise you haven’t shown yourself to me for no reason.”

“You’re quick on the uptake. I like that about you.” Amita Brimgan smiled as she casually flicked a rock at him, “Check it using the Glove Slip.”

“Yes,” Narkahamy caught the rock and was stunned, ‘This is an Information Slip?’

He wasn’t stunned because a piece of rock could be an Information Slip. No, there were all sorts of Information Slips out there, since they only need to be an object made using a single mineral, of any type.

He was stunned because the rock, barely weighing two hundred grams, was many times larger than his house. It could fit an entire Decodus Tree inside with plenty of space to spare. Such a massive piece of rock weighed next to nothing when compared to its size.

‘I can store everything in my house on this rock.’ Narkahamy looked around and observed the

various Information Slips that he had collected over the past four years. ‘Even after stuffing everything inside, there’ll be plenty of space. I can store a hundred times this amount without

issues.’

“It’s a gift,” Amita Brimgan smiled casually, her gaze focused on her nails, casual in her tone, “You’re a threat to the Varahan Empire. I simply plan to invest in you.”

She snapped her finger and in response, three more items appeared on the table: a gun, a suitcase, and a walking stick.

“They are my gifts to you. I’ll explain as you observe them.” Amita Brimgan pointed at the gun, “It has a powerful spell embedded in it that can put the target to sleep.”

There was a Biome Bomb in the interior of the gun containing the throat of the Royal Zinger, armed with the skill of Tangible Piezo Slip. When the gun’s trigger is pressed, Narkahamy’s Prana would be absorbed by the Biome Bomb and fed to the throat, allowing it to unleash a shriek with a data packet containing information about sleep.

When this Tangible Piezo Slip slams into an opponent, it would trigger all the data clusters in

regard to sleep, making the target feel sleepy in a matter of seconds. Depending on their state of mind, they’ll take time to sleep, with those in a state of rest falling asleep immediately.

The Information Slip was a Biome Bomb with its interior fully condensed into a rock. The

surface of the Biome Bomb was too morphed to be the same as the interior through Perfect Biome Domination, allowing its entirety to be treated as an Information Slip. It wasn’t a normal Biome Bomb either, but one created by stitching eight Biome Bombs into a singular

whole.

‘It seems she has arrived here after investigating everything I’ve done.’ Narkahamy thought

as he inspected the gun, ‘A device to make the target sleep is perfect for me, since my goal is

to kidnap more Wean Clansmen, especially their newborn.’

“That’s for your defence. It’s the same as the Suit available in the market.” Amita Brimgan grinned, “Use it and see for yourself.”

Narkahamy didn’t hesitate to grab the suitcase since the existence before him didn’t need to

go in a roundabout way to kill him if she wanted to. He poured in a hundred units of Prana before the suitcase latched onto him in a flash of energy and disappeared.

“Nothing happened?” He muttered in confusion as his clothes remained the same as before.

But right as he spoke, his hair began to grow and coiled into stronger strands. They weaved around each other and knitted a suit to cover him.

Narkahamy tapped the suit, surprised to see that he could course his Prana through it freely,

hearing Amita Brimgan’s voice in response, “Since it’s made using your hair, it can conduct

your Prana. Its defensive strength isn’t high but if you use it while in your Empyrean Boar form, you’ll get a stronger suit upon reverting to human form.”

‘How does she know that too?’ Narkahamy was confused for a moment he sighed with a resigned tone, ‘She’s an absolute monster.’

The Suit basically created an extra layer of Empyrean Boar fur when used in his Empyrean Boar form. The same thing would be maintained after he reverts to human form. Basically, the Suit will have as much strength as a Gold Grade Pranic Beast’s fur, protecting him while he

fights in human form.

Moreover, Narkahamy observed that the Suit’s actual form was just energy. As he deactivated

it, all the strands of hair used to make it were shed off as the original suitcase appeared.

“And that’s what you’ll be requiring a lot.” Amita Brimgan pointed at the walking stick, “Pour your Prana into it. I made the shaft using your Vara.”

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he grabbed the walking stick and poured his Prana into it, forgetting to speak as the spherical

grip at the top parted open like a cover, revealing a sphere inside.

Intense radiance emanated from it, highlighting his face of shock as through the radiance, Narkahamy observed a bolt of lightning contained within, “T-This is?”

“It’s what will give you wings.” Amita Brimgan let out a smile and got up slowly. The chair

merged into the wall in response, leaving behind no trace of her existence as she spoke, “In a month, I’ll challenge Brangara.”

Hearing the Varahan Emperor’s name be uttered casually stunned him, for even after he became strong, Narkahamy didn’t have the guts to target the pinnacle existence on Sumatra, one remaining strong after being challenged numerous times.

His eyes widened in realisation of what Amita Brimgan was getting at, nodding as a crazed

smile bloomed on his face, “I’ll coordinate with the terrorists of Talamas and target as many Wean Clansmen as possible on that day.”

“I’ll be looking forward to the day you enter the same realm of existence as me. Until then,”

Amita Brimgan chuckled and waved her hand like a kid, vanishing as if she were nothing but a dream, “Have fun!”

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