Chapter 399 A Bloody Mess Thirteen Years from Now

Chapter 399 A Bloody Mess Thirteen Years from Now

Inala and Wittral pulled forth a trolley each. The trolley had a volume of four cubic metres, enough for a trip. Once it was full, they planned to bring it back to the truck and store it in its compartment.

Inala was in charge of the Prana Bomb supply while Wittral was in charge of mining the mineral necessary to make an alloy. Their goal was to create a reddish-brown material that resembled high-quality wood but gave the feeling of soft granite.

It must be robust but must also emanate a semblance of cushiness, which was what they were going for. As such, their tea house would create a soothing atmosphere for people to relax and mingle around.

There were plenty of high-end tea houses in Fentan City with such a concept. But they were all very expensive. Inala planned to create a mid-high-end tea house that the upper middle class could enjoy once in a while. The upper class could visit as many times as they pleased, for the price would be dirt cheap for them while the services would be worth it.

With his and Wittral's abilities combined, the tea house would be top-notch.

"Stay right behind me," Wittral said as he walked forward, having activated Subtle Terrain Domination at full power. Stretching endlessly before him was a forest, with the trees reaching a height of thirty to forty metres, nothing out of the ordinary for Sumatra Continent.

Rather, the forest was very tame. But that was only in terms of height. Its foliage was the densest Wittral had ever seen, creating a green blanket that separated the ground from the sky. Shrubs too covered the ground with a decently thick density, making it hard to move around.

He had only taken a step forward when a bark flew towards him, leaving behind a trail of dust. As it closed in on him, the bark slowed down rapidly before arriving at a halt.

Tertiary Nature—Tangible Psychokinesis!

Inala controlled a thread of Prana that coiled around the bark and reeled it into his trolley. Comets and Satellites were valuable materials. There was a market for them in the Brimgan Empire just as decoration alone. They also had medicinal value. Some cultivators extracted some rare minerals in them to build their Human Avatars.

Usually, Comets become damaged as they slam into targets first, impossible to detect them beforehand. Satellites too would become damaged while cultivators tried to capture the Enrinos.

But despite the damage, they had a great market value. And the lower the damage, the higher their value.

The bark in the trolley didn't suffer a single scratch, since Wittral used Subtle Terrain Domination to transform it into his Spirit Weapon. He straight-up dominated the Prana forming it and overwrote it with his.

"This Comet is from a newborn Enran. That's why I barely had to exert myself to capture it." Wittral commented as he continued to walk forward, noticing a few more Comets fly his way. He grunted, unable to use psychokinesis easily with more than one target coming his way.You can trace the roots of this content at n0v@lbin

Instead, he created a wall of wind and used it to cushion their momentum, managing to stop them just before they hit him. Wittral then noticed a thin string of Prana had coiled around them, being the cause that decelerated them faster.

"Don't exert yourself!"

"This is nothing." Inala wiped it casually, knowing the cause, "It's due to the Sumatra Gold."

His body was resisting this inert material, since it was a foreign entity. It wasn't just that. Until now, though he was in his female form, Inala hadn't used his abilities much. But now that he was using his Natures consistently, he was targeted by their influence.

And the moment his female form's influence grew, his male form resisted. Blood dripping out of his nose was merely an early sign of this tug of war.

"Can't you get rid of them?" Wittral asked, his face collapsing to see Inala shake his head.

"My condition will worsen without them." Inala said, smiling wryly upon noticing Wittral's confusion, "You have my Primary Nature, Wittral. What do you think it does?"

"Prana Bomb and Life Bomb..." Wittral turned silent as he muttered, "Achieve a natural state in both genders."

"Right," Inala nodded, "And by taking advantage of the Boar King's Prana filled with the power of Astral Chart, I managed to split my genders into two entities. I lost my Free Human status as a result, but managed to transform my Human Avatar fully into a Zinger."

"Have you never thought about it?" He stared at Wittral, "What's my female form's identity now?"

"Cooter Clansman," Wittral nodded.

"And what was my identity before?" Inala smiled wryly, watching Wittral's face turn pale in response.

"A Free Human." Wittral felt it hard to breathe, understanding what was happening to Inala.

"Yes, then what do you think happened to my male form." Inala continued, revealing upon seeing that Wittral had already made a guess, "It has taken identity as a Mammoth Clansman. And now, my Mammoth Clansman male form is clashing against my Cooter Clansman female form."

"This clash will continue to escalate until my body, mind, and soul are torn apart." Inala flashed a helpless smile towards Wittral. This is why Wittral was important. Because thirteen years from now, Inala's body will be a bloody mess. Wittral would be the one carrying him towards the Major Treasure of Attribute.

It was impossible to succeed without him.