I'll Surpass The MC

"Bleh!" Seated in a simple restaurant, puking his guts out was Wittral, having just tasted a piece of the meat offered in the dinner, "This is horrible."

"Even an Ewworm will avoid this."

"It's not that horrible." Inala was confused as he took a second bite of the food. It wasn't tasty, but he had eaten worse food at the Sanrey Plains. Wittral's reaction seemed overboard, especially calling the food something even an Ewworm would avoid, considering how Ewworms ate shit.

"This…is the first time in my life I have to touch the meat of an Iron Grade Pranic Beast." Wittral gasped and muttered weakly, "How do people live on this?"

'Yesh, I forgot that he was a rich young master.' Inala rolled his eyes and ignored Wittral's tantrums. He stuffed himself to the limit and patted his belly, 'I need to put on some weight.'

He was very thin now. And in this state, it would be difficult to fight optimally. Besides, he needed to develop his Spirit Container. That would only be possible once his body reached its healthy peak. 'I need to reach that point in a month.'

Based on his growth in reputation, it would take him a month to get citizenship. By then, he would have racked up enough contribution points, since he planned to take up as many jobs as possible every day.

"I'll be resting in my room." Inala said curtly and got up from his seat, "You can take your time eating."

"Warm up my bed…" Wittral had just begun speaking when he noticed that Inala had already left the restaurant.

The restaurant was established on the ground floor of the building they were at, while the first and second floors were hotel rooms. Inala had booked two separate rooms, having no intention of staying in the same, confined space as Wittral, for it was risky.

Right after entering the room, he placed a Life Bomb right over the edge, holding the door and the wall together. This way, a third party wouldn't be able to barge into his room. Security was decent at the Brimgan Empire, but there was no guarantee, especially on the Geyser Cups with a large floating population.

More than a third party, Inala was more guarded against Wittral. 'It is getting somewhat annoying.'

He groaned and reverted to his male form, feeling relaxed now as he closed his eyes and slumped on the bed. He then focused on his Secondary Nature of Internal Inertial Gravity, feeling the Boar King roaming in the vicinity of the Brimgan Empire, 'What the heck is he up to now?'

Honestly, he couldn't understand why the Boar King refused to sit still and was always on the move, no matter what. Sumatra Chronicles did delve into his character a lot, but that didn't mean Inala could predict his actions all the time.

He could only predict the Boar King's actions for situations already detailed in Sumatra Chronicles or he had witnessed. Sighing, Inala focused on the large clusters of data that had appeared in his mind.

They were the result of whatever the Empyrean Zingers had worked on for close to a year while trapped in his stomach biome. While transferring everything from his stomach biome to Gannala's, his Tertiary Nature of Spatial Immune System gathered all the memories of his Empyrean Zingers and collated them.

He hadn't had the chance to look into them, which was one of the main reasons he booked a room for himself. Now, in peace, in his male form, he accessed the information cluster, breaking into a smile immediately after, "Hahaha!"

All the understanding he needed regarding an Empyrean Zinger's body was there now. Meaning, as long as he comprehended this information, he would face no restrictions in building his body.

That meant the only time he would need to spend on would be the building process. As long as he has a large enough reserve of Prana and Empyrean Tusk bone powder, he could finish his body within the next two years.

That wasn't all. The data he needed to build a second body—basically stacked on his first body—was also available. The complications in stacking two bodies while keeping them identical, the method to refine the tusk bone powder to build a uniform body, and finally, the optimal way to consume tusk bone powder without damaging his body, etc. Everything he needed to reach the peak of the 2-Life Stage was now available in him.

It was thanks to the Empyrean Zingers collectively researching the information extracted from him by Gannala.

The benefits didn't stop there. The Empyrean Zingers researched Mystic Bone Art too, creating all the necessary ammo for his needs.

Mystic Bone Art—Mystic Skill Creator!

Inala used the data through Mystic Skill Creator and gained complete access to the third portion of Mystic Bone Art, finally able to peek at the final portion, one meant to reach the Transcendent Stage.

He bombarded the final layer with the available data but ran out of Prana soon enough. 'But, it's just a matter of time. In a year or two, this would be achieved. That means I only need to worry about accessing the final portion of Mystic Mist Art.'

A bunch of Skills and Skill theories were also created. As long as Inala spent some time comprehending them, then he would be able to condense a bunch of useful Skills through Mystic Skill Creator.

"In a month, I'll prepare myself," Inala muttered and activated Internal Inertial Gravity, using its influence to counter Subtle Terrain Dominance.

His situation was pretty sticky, despite the extent of strength he had attained. First of all, his male form was part of Gannala's Settlement. Secondly, his female form was part of Wittral's Settlement.

Therefore, the closer he stayed to either Deity, the greater their respective influence on him as Mammoth Clansman and Cooter Clansman.

He spent the better half of the night meditating to curb the influences and ensure his mind remained intact. Following that, he went through his plans one more time and double-checked everything, ensuring he didn't gloss over any details.

Finally, he observed the Boar King's position one more time, noted down the places the latter kept visiting, and then changed to his female form, his expression one of worry as he pulled up Fhoong Brimgan's data, 'Judging based on the level of fear I fear and the location of prickle, the Boar King is at Fentan City. He remained there for two hours.'

"Shit, what is he up to now?" Inala cursed in response, because if the Boar King made repeated trips to Fentan City, it meant that he had something important there. That was odd since there was never such a thing for him in Sumatra Chronicles.

It meant the actions of the reincarnates caused a butterfly effect that influenced the Boar King to do something at the Brimgan Empire. After some time of thought, Inala had a guess, 'I'm the cause.'

Indeed, if the Boar King were to create a Ravaged Tribe, then he would need to develop them in a safe location rich with resources. The best option for that was the Brimgan Empire, a domain of Free Humans through whom he could create a Ravaged Tribe.

There were as many Free Humans as he needed here. The Boar King already displayed to Inala and Wittral the fact that he too could create an item with effects similar to an Inhibition Needle.

Adding up everything, Inala made a reasonable conclusion, "His Ravaged Tribe should be at Fentan City. I should confirm this as soon as possible."