Chapter 815: Left or Right? Who Was Better?
Grehha's Dungeon!
Seated at its core with a solemn expression was Grehha, his back erect, his form poised in full focus. He stared to his side and stared at the Empyrean Incubator prepared specifically for Inala, and growing within it was a teenage Inala.
First Minor Crisis-Mammoth Clansman Inala!
The one within the Empyrean Incubator was exactly who Inala was at the Mammoth Clan at the start of the First Minor Crisis, affected by the Fragment Diseased and with a Spirit Stage cultivation having 12 units of Prana.
The teenager wasn't fully Inala yet. He had some genetic differences that grew on his skin, nails, hair, etc. But the moment Grehha intended to 'birth' him, all the genetic differences would be shed, making him truly Inala.
A full reset, exactly how Inala wanted. Moreover, Inala had selectively planted memories in this new body, which consisted of his Earth's memories as the base, and an accurate version of Sumatra Chronicles. Following that were a few insights that Inala had accumulated across his journey until now.
That was all. Majority of the data stemming from the Brimgan Founder had been omitted. Even the Royal Zinger Inala struggled to handle that information overload, as the moment he pondered a question, dozens of ideas, if not hundreds would overwhelm him with the effect of OCD.
Irrespective of how much he tried to keep himself steady, Inala was steadily influenced, affected, and shaped by them. Experiences shaped an individual, and these memories shaped Inala too much.
Hence, he sought a holiday. Inala planned to do everything in his power to ensure Brangara was dead. And hence, following that, he wanted to do what he wanted the most-explore Sumatra.
He wished to do that all along, but didn't have a solution. But the moment Grehha showed the Empyrean Incubator, he was honestly happy, genuinely shedding tears out of joy. And in a matter of minutes, Inala used the entirety of the Quip Clan's network to scout Sumatra Continent in search of the specific Pranic Beast he wanted to fuse with after reviving as a new self.
In a matter of hours, he found the right one, captured an egg of it, and brought it for Grehha, giving him exactly the modification he sought with it.
"I'm already done with the modification, Inala." Grehha muttered softly as he held an Empyrean Incubator in his hand that contained the Pranic Beast egg, "It wasn't even that hard. It was the simplest modification I had done in a while."
The Fragment Disease would vanish the moment Inala fuses with the Pranic Beast egg. He wouldn't be getting Internal Inertial Gravity, and instead, the Fragment Disease would be harmonised with the Pranic Beast genetics to obtain a Tertiary Nature that wouldn't influence him wrongly.
Inala only desired a build that would help him explore Sumatra Continent in its full glory and not as a broken existence that could decide the fate of an entire race on a whim, such as the Royal Zinger.
Half of Sumatra's appeal was its danger, which made the regions as beautiful as they were dangerous. And he intended to experience it in the same fashion they were meant to be experienced.
"I'll be watching patiently, Inala." Grehha muttered with focus, "The moment you die, I'll revive you here spontaneously. That way, you won't be revived by any other party."
The Quip Clan will try to revive the Royal Zinger, as they had hundreds of plans underway for the exact purpose. If Root is alive, he'll try to revive Inala by condensing Mystic Royalty in his Zinger World.
If Blola swallows the Royal Zinger in its final moments, he could revive Inala too. Grehha didn't know about the other Blola being able to revive Inala's Mammoth Clan self, but he prepared against such a scenario too, 'I'll be the fastest in reviving you, Inala."
"So," He muttered softly, "Fight without worries and give your everything to the cause!"
"As your only friend, I'll protect your dream."
Ravaged Federation, Quip Clan Settlement!
Zhya stood before Inala, staring at his back like a helpless maiden, "Are you...final on your decision?"
"Will I...never see you again?" she asked, her eyes welling up in tears.
"As long as even a single Quip Clansman remains alive, I will return," Inala said softly.
"I'm not talking about that," Tears streamed down her face as she asked, "I will only worship that Inala, but not...not fall in love with him..."
"I have no one else other than you, Inala." She pleaded, "Can't you...can't you try to survive?"
"I'm sorry, that's impossible." Inala sighed, "Even at my peak, I'm outclassed by the Celestial Boar..."
"Then give me a Lie!" Zhya roared, "Can't you just tell me that you'll solve everything? As if everything is a part of your plan? You're the smartest individual on Sumatra! Just say you will survive, even if you can't! Give me hope!"
"Do you have a dream?" Inala turned around and asked, his expression laden with guilt, "Whether as Wittral, Dhya, or Zhya. What do you want in life?"
"You!" Zhya patted her chest aloud, "I never wanted anything else! You asked for my dream, right? It's to be with you. Maybe we roam the streets of the Ravaged Federation, buy a few trinkets, argue with a bunch of old farts, and sightsee various regions."
body was shaped like a spindle, flexible like a worm, and perfectly suited to rapidly move underground without issues.
It was Grehha's 11th body, created using the Major Treasure of Pet. In terms of combat power,
it was severely lacking as all its strength had been focused on its movement capabilities underground and the dispersion rate for the bone mist it released.
If revealed, even a Bludder could easily destroy it, as its physical might was absolutely
minimal, geared only to move through the underground and withstand the pressures at the respective depths.
The fourth Kinesis Feline was positioned at a crater twenty kilometres away where Yennda
and Yahard Tusk were in hiding.
The fifth Kinesis Feline was positioned in an underground cave where Root, in his human
form, was seated, biding his time to make an appearance. And finally, the sixth Kinesis Feline hovered in the sky, beside a large-framed man whose expression was calm, collected, but absolutely seethed in rage within.
"It's time," Resha stared in the general direction of Brangara as he heard the battle report
from the Kinesis Feline hovering beside him. 'Trigger him well, Virala.'
'You're an expert in the craft!'
"Say..." Virala trailed his voice purposefully as he assumed Brangara's appearance and eyed
the figure of Yarsha Zahara who had been hiding behind Brangara, "Are you shy, woman?"
"You shouldn't blush too much upon seeing me," He chuckled and pointed at Brangara,
"Though you haven't been very faithful to him, he is still your husband, even if in appearance alone."
"Aren't I right?" He stared at Brangara and chuckled in glee, "Your Highness, the strongest predator that can absolutely protect shit?"
"That's a pretty subpar attempt to trigger me." Brangara huffed in disdain as he looked
around, "So, where are the rest? With the influence of Sumatra Chronicles, they must be here
by now."
He stared in the direction of the approaching sandstorm, "That thing will reveal Weapon
anytime now."
"Well, they're stuck in traffic." Virala let out a helpless smile, "So, I'm here to entertain you
until then. So, here's a quick question."
"Barla, or Yarsha." He raised the index finger of each hand, "Who do you think granted me a
wonderful time in bed?"
He pointed at his face that resembled Brangara, "When I maintained this appearance, of course."
"Spoilers," He echoed his voice twice louder than necessary, "It's not the one you're thinking, you deranged family man. The answer's the other woman. It's unfortunate if you don't have the experience necessary to make an educated guess..."
"Haha..." Brangara tried to laugh it off, but a storm erupted from his spot as his presence
seethed out, enough to cause an aurora resembling the face of the Celestial Boar in the sky. He
was extremely incensed, "Alright, you fucker!"
"I'll butcher you first!"