Chapter 796: The Merchant’s Gambit

Chapter 796: The Merchant’s Gambit



Thud!

A key composed of minerals fell on the table before Yamahara as Inala's voice resounded

calmly in the room, "This key allows you to explore the entirety of this facility. That is, if you promise to stay put."

"Research all the information I've given you and train your abilities to the limit." Inala's voice resounded as his figure got up and approached the wall, gradually melting through it, "When the Fourth Major Disaster ends, you can come out."

Yamahara stared blankly at the mineral key before him, his expression a daze, lacking any fighting spirit. 'I can't convince anyone.'

He placed his hand on the floor weakly, sobbing silently. He wanted to take the key before him and use it to access all the blood storage, which would allow him to regain enough strength to fight Inala. However, he was scared of the consequences.

If he dares break free, Inala would do everything he had claimed. Heck, the Royal Zinger wasn't even necessary for a majority of them. Just a mortal version of Inala was enough. It might take longer the weaker he was, but it was just a matter of when.

Moreover, as he was conflicted, a row of words formed on the table, one that served as the final string that destroyed his intent to break out before the Fourth Major Disaster.

[The Boar Kings are a different subject, but I won't target the Empyrean Boars. And I'll also ensure a few of them are protected in a secure location. A branch of the Wean Clan will grow and prosper there, and when it's time, you can use Brangara's blood to turn them into Boar Kings. I've left enough to make more than a couple hundred of them. A lot of Clansmen will live there, growing up without hatred, all in preparation for the Continental Invasion. I want you to lead them, Yamahara.]

"Dammit!" His expression crumbled as he stared at the dialogue on the table, created using a mineral deposit. Basically, whatever he wanted for the Continental Invasion had been granted to him, however, the consequences of it repulsed him.

You want to prepare for the Continental Invasion? Sure, I'll give you everything I have, including the information, Skills, Cultivation Techniques, and blood of every powerhouse on Sumatra. However, the price to receive it is to shut your senses and pretend like the fight between Brangara and the Mystic Seven doesn't happen.

It was what Inala had conveyed to him, in an expressively clear manner. He made Yamahara make a choice, either his parents or the fate of Sumatra. And no matter how much he wanted to think otherwise, Yamahara was unable to lean on the former.

'They don't listen.' He became depressed. After all, from the moment of his birth, he had been trying to convince his parents all along, but failed. If only they could set aside their hatred...

"That won't work." He sighed, disgusted, but could fully understand Inala's thought process. Inala neither asked him to help the Mystic Seven nor blackmail him to go against his parents. No, he simply told Yamahara to stay out of it, irrespective of what happens next.

And in the time that was available, he ought to prepare and strengthen himself. After all, just like Gannala, Ruvva, and Harrala, Yamahara too was a Mystic Path inheritor. Whatever actions Brangara and Yarsha Zahara did continued to funnel into him.

Eventually, once his Mystic Path is filled, he would evolve into an existence that could protect Sumatra from harm. That potential was precisely the reason Sumatra's Transcendent Eater decided to support him.

"This is just too...cruel." Yamahara slumped on the floor and stared in a daze, watching a door appear on the wall. The layout was similar to the Attributed Region, with the key on the table capable of fusing into him.

Once it does, he would be able to travel throughout his holding cell freely, without the Attributed Region crushing him once he passes through the various doors. "Mother...Father...I am sorry."

"I am sorry." He inched his hand towards the key, hesitating numerous times before grabbing hold of it, "Sorry!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I am extremely sorry!" Tears streamed down his face as he walked into a room filled with Information Slips left by Inala, those that formed a massive pile. He stared at the Glove Slip placed at the very front and grabbed it, clutching it close to his chest as he sniffed it once and broke down, "I...I will protect Sumatra. That is precisely why I've been birthed."

"It is my honour to be your son. And I..." He held the Glove Slip dear to him, because it was his mother's most prized Glove Slip and something she wore as fun, even if she didn't require to use it, "I promise to make you proud."

"I will, I promise." His expression gradually hardened as he grabbed the closest Information Slip and accessed its contents, smiling wryly as it held information about where the blood initially stored in his stomach had been placed, 'So, it's also here.'

"Good," With slumped shoulders, he walked out and explored the place, "I still have some of my mother's blood left."

In one of the palace rooms of the Brimgan Empire, Inala appeared before two seated women who wore expressions of solemnity as they played a board game, "Look who's here!"

"Ah, Uncle Inala. You're here." Ruvva broke her concentration and got up with a spring to her feet, asking upon staring at the massive board he was holding, "What is it?"

"It's a chessboard," Inala said as he placed the board on the floor. The board was in the shape of a square and spanned a side of two metres in length. So, it was pretty massive, especially since its thickness reached ten centimetres.

There was a central column trailing from its bottom, meant to act as a stand so that the boar itself doubled as a table. Inala placed it on the floor, his expression smug to an extent it appeared arrogant.

Ruvva peeked in from beside him, her face beaming in awe as she observed the chess board, "This...this is the Attributed Region?"

"You have great eyes!" Inala chuckled as he knocked the table, "I've made it so that you wouldn't feel its full weight, but it's still heavy enough. You're probably one of the few on Sumatra that can even lift this."

The base body was made using the Attributed Region while the white and black boxes were concentrated Gold Grade minerals, enough to cause an average Empire to drool over it. The pieces were also made using Gold Grade minerals, each equally precious and on par with Rutham.

"Nope," Ruvva shook her head, "As far as she's considered, I'm her mother. Besides, I'm the

only one who knows the real truth."

"Even Boul Brimgan doesn't know?" Inala asked in shock.

"What do you think?" Ruvva chuckled as she stared at the Mystic Human Stamp, "Virala is nervous to face me. I asked him to lend it for a few days and he happily accepted."

"Boul Brimgan was the one who made all the arrangements," Ruvva sighed and patted the

Free Human woman's head, "From arranging a so-called father who died heroically to the backstory of our love, he created a perfect fabrication and executed it perfectly. Once everything was done, he was happy to have the related memories erased using the Mystic

Human Stamp."

"Now, even he only knows what the public knows." Ruvva nodded and stared at Inala, "Does

that answer everything?"

"Yes," Inala nodded, "What's her name?"

"Moihala," Ruvva said, pointing at herself, "I was the one who named her, since technically,

I'm her mother figure."

"That style of naming..." Inala frowned as he asked, "Does it follow the Empyrean Tusk

language?"

"It means one who lives in absolute darkness." Ruvva nodded to confirm Inala's thoughts of

the name being taken from the language of the Empyrean Tusks.

'One who lives in darkness?' There was a moment of silence before Inala realised the truth of

the matter. Such a name didn't mean much generally speaking, as there were commonly used names with similar meanings. However, upon thinking of Moihala's mother, it took a whole other meaning. "Are you implying?"

"No, she's a Free Human. It doesn't make sense."

"This is why my story about her birth works, since no one will believe that a Free Human's

father is a Mammoth Clansman and the mother is a Pranic Beast. But that's the truth." Ruvva

grinned as she grabbed the Mystic Human Stamp from Inala and used it, "And she has perfectly inherited the characteristics of her parents."

"I see," Inala nodded as his eyes blanked out momentarily. He then blinked in confusion for a

couple of seconds, smiled at Ruvva, and vanished, having forgotten everything about the prior conversation, including Moihala's name.

"Of course, it has its fair share of risks," Ruvva muttered once Inala had left as she approached Moihala and patted the latter's hand upon seeing them turn jet-black. She dripped a droplet of her blood and seeped it into the latter's hand, counteracting whatever

was troubling Moihala.

A few seconds later, upon seeing that Moihala had recovered, Ruvva smiled, "And I'm the

only person who can keep her powers in check until she grows strong enough to subconsciously control them."

Her eyes glowed faintly as Ruvva seeped her Prana into Moihala's Spirit Container and sensed

the latter's Human Avatar, 'Rutham with the characteristics of grey sand, the first compound mineral in existence.'

'If the truth about her powers ever gets revealed, it would change the world as we know it.

Man, that annoying uncle of mine. He should have hesitated a little when he obtained so many pieces of Sumatra Gold.' She shook her head a little and got up, her expression fierce, 'Uncle Orakha, please wait for me. I'll do everything in my power to return you to normal.'