Chapter 597 Can We?

Chapter 597 Can We?

Eat, Consume, and Spawn; a simple mantra followed in the Ravaged Federation. In the Ravaged Federation, a Ravaged Tribesman would eat the Phells daily, consume Ravaged Tribesmen in the Comb alongside the Nectar, and spawn progeny with as many Tribesmen as possible.

The goal was simple—constant mutations.

A Quip Tribesman would be able to grow a lot in the Comb by regularly consuming the bodies of other Ravaged Tribesmen alongside Nectar. Eventually, they'll gain a lot of powerful characteristics, influencing even their Primary Nature to change in response.

As they continued to mutate, they'd eventually evolve into a Gold Grade Ravaged Tribesman, depending on their direction of growth. Some proceed in this direction while the majority focus on reaching the 2-Life Stage as soon as possible.

And of course, just entering the Sanctuary wasn't the endpoint. The best-case scenario would be to have powerful offspring carrying their carefully curated genetics that would follow them into the Sanctuary every few years.

Hence, everyone who managed to mutate their selves to a decently unique or powerful extent hoped to leave behind as many offspring as possible. The culture of the Ravaged Federation revolved to satisfy that.

The concept of marriage or family didn't exist here. Rather, one only identified themselves based on their birth parents. A man can sleep with as many women willing to bear a child with him. The case was the same for a woman too.

If someone had worthy genes, they'd be sought after to create powerful children. The Ravaged Federation supported the birth of as many offspring as possible. After all, thanks to the Phells, they never had to worry about food shortages.

Moreover, tens of thousands died in the Comb every day, consumed by the victors in the hexagon chambers. So to upkeep their tremendous death rate, the Ravaged Federation took ample care to maintain a robust birth rate.

Inala displayed the presence of the Quip Tribe. Unlike the Ravaged Tribes typically found on Sumatra, the Quip Tribe stood at the peak as a Tribe. After all, when created at the Sanrey Plains, Inala had already perfected their cultivation technique.

Secondly, they were created through the Prana of Mutated Empyrean Zinger Kings and Queen who were birthed through the Boar King's Prana and Lifespan. Therefore, in terms of sheer foundation, the Quip Tribe already was one of the best at the Silver Grade.

Inala's Silver Grade presence and the robust foundation he exuded were alluring to everyone who lay gaze upon him. A glance at him and they judged him to possess immensely valuable genes.

"What race does your Tribe belong to?" One of the enthusiastic women approached Inala in closeup and asked, "You feel...strong!"

"The Zinger Race," Inala commented, smiling upon seeing the crowd become stupefied in response.

"Zingers...?" The woman expressed her confusion, "Do you mean the Zinger Race that lives in the Dieng Canyon?"

Eventually, there came Ravaged Tribesmen with near-perfect distribution of genes that were seamlessly harmonised with their existence. These existences would be searching for the final piece of the puzzle, the necessary genes that could result in a progeny guaranteed to breeze through to the later ends of the Life Stage.

Many women at the scene felt that Inala's new genes could be that variable for the old monsters. First of all, there hadn't been a Ravaged Tribe made by the Zingers before. Secondly, Inala originated from a Quip Tribe generation that had witnessed the birth of the Royal Zinger. So, his gene quality must be spectacular.

'Seeing their reaction, the three Quip Tribesmen that vanished mysteriously haven't landed anywhere close to this city.' Inala thought, 'Well, it makes sense, since all the entry points lead to cities far away. I came here because I arrived through an exit river.'

"If you're still free after this, visit my house." A woman who had entered Silver Grade recently approached Inala and whispered in his ears the address of her domicile, "I'll be waiting with open arms."

"Ok," Inala nodded, even though he had no intention to sleep with any of the women at the place. Through his Tangible Piezo Slip Skill, he could make his target experience a scene as if she had made out with Inala.

During this time, Inala would use his Biome Bomb to gather data from the woman. The type of genes she had, their composition, their distribution across her body, the influence they had on her body, mind, and soul, how her Primary Nature changed over the years, etc.

By gathering all this data, Inala would be able to piece together a plan and target the Ravaged Tribesmen selectively. And by consuming them alongside Nectar, he'd be able to create the Tertiary Nature of his desire.

A lot of groundwork had to be created for this in the first place. Moreover, Inala's goal was to steal the secrets of the Nectar so that his Biome Bomb could produce it in the future, just as how it could create grey sand and Bolts of Transcendence.

It was why he made a beeline to this place while ignoring the Wean Clan. Or rather, Inala planned to hole up in this place for as long as possible, even at the cost of skipping the Third Major Disaster.

Honestly, as long as he remained a Mystic Grade Royal Zinger, Inala would be able to avoid the Third Major Disaster. But otherwise, he'd subconsciously think of heading to the location for a variety of reasons.

They would seem like an action taken out of conscious thought but the true cause was due to Renduldu's actions, which made the Mystic Seven arrive at the Four Major Disasters to face Brangara.

Subconsciously, they would take actions that will lure Brangara to the place where the Major Disaster happens. And when they face him, the Mystic Paths would fill up rapidly through the resultant experience. By the end of the Fourth Major Disaster, the Mystic Paths will be fully filled, resulting in the Mystic Path inheritors entering the Mystic Grade.

'A stellar plan, I must say. Honestly, I can only go against it when I'm at the Mystic Grade. But the rest of the time, I'm subconsciously influenced too.' Inala sighed as he observed the women before him and said, "I have just arrived at this place. So, give me a day to settle in. I'll first head into the Comb once. When I return, if there's a woman happy to accept me, we'll engage in the baby-making process."

Inala's declaration was met with raucous applause from the crowd of women who all gave him their address and walked away. Of course, there were a few who wanted to jump the gun, remaining at the entrance of his house even after the crowd parted away.

"There's no guarantee you can survive the Comb." A woman approached Inala with a wry smile, "I don't want to miss out on your genes. So,"

"Can we?"