I'll Surpass The MC

"I wondered if you had something concrete. But as usual, all you have going for you are unfortunate guesses." Farloon Brimgan laughed as he casually turned around and stared at the people that had gathered around, "If anyone wants to know about Wittral's cultivation technique, head to the library."

"There's a Silver Grade cultivation technique named Mist Kinesis Art. If you can afford its price, you can learn it. But of course, you'll need permission from the palace to gain the qualification." He accompanied Amita Brimgan, exiting the building as his cold voice announced, "The next time you guys want to question us, you better have a concrete reason to do so."

"Don't expect me to be as chill as now. Even I have times when I can get angry." Leaving behind an ultimatum, Farloon Brimgan left the place.

"Check it," Finc Brimgan commanded one of his subordinates who rushed to the library at Fentan City and returned with the necessary information.

[Silver Grade Cultivation Technique: Mist Kinesis Art! Registered by Amita Brimgan.]

[The Mist Kinesis Art allows the user to lump a cluster of mist and solidify it into a Spirit Weapon for travelling. Its effects appear similar to the Cooter Clan's Mystic Mist Art, but only in terms of movement, that too limited to Spirit Weapons. It had no other function other than that.]

This was the summary left behind by the librarian in charge of reviewing the technique. There were more reviews left behind by scholars who had gone through the technique. Upon going through them, Finc Brimgan could no longer accuse Wittral of being a Cooter Clansman.

After all, there was information in the library that more than twenty people had purchased the Mist Kinesis Art in the past year alone. And the effects displayed by them were similar to what Wittral had displayed.

This meant that Wittral was just a Free Human, nothing more. Therefore, Finc Brimgan couldn't accuse Wittral of something he hadn't done. It meant that as long as Wittral were to prove himself as innocent, he could escape all charges.

All blame would then fall onto the Fentan City's Bureau of Intelligence and Security which had spread a false narrative to pin blame on Wittral. Eventually, as its Chief, Finc Brimgan would end up taking the fall.

"Dammit! I've been had!" Finc Brimgan growled in rage. He then stared at his subordinates, "Find Wittral first and capture him, no matter what you have to do."

'I won't allow you to spin this against me, Farloon!' Finc Brimgan thought in anger and made a move personally.

Walking through the empty streets of Fentan City that had been cleaned up in the past two days, Amita Brimgan said in relief, "Thankfully, I followed your advice and registered my cultivation technique. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to avoid suspicion in this incident."

"Yes, though you ended up revealing your secret, but at least in this way, the Empire will support you." Farloon Brimgan said, "And the people that practice your cultivation technique and their respective families will vouch for you. That's one advantage, which is why migrants from other places submit their cultivation techniques to our libraries."

"On one side, it allows them to receive ninety-five percent of the money spent to purchase the cultivation technique and connect with the families of people practicing the technique. On the other side, it increases the arsenal of cultivation techniques in the Brimgan Empire, allowing our scholars to have more reference materials to improve our own." He spoke.

"Don't be said," He patted Amita Brimgan, "I'll do everything in my power to save Wittral. He won't be implicated in this incident."

"It was just his luck to be confined in the Varahan Mansion." Farloon Brimgan shook his head, thinking, 'If not for the fact that she's concerned about Wittral, I wouldn't have to take risks antagonising so many Royals. But, she's worth the effort. Hah, if only she likes a Royal instead. Things would have been simpler for me.'

Farloon Brimgan had a lot of thoughts as he escorted Amita Brimgan to the Arlfarah Mansion. Fentan City was crippled thanks to the Boar King's action.

But it had already been two days since the incident. By the Brimgan Emperor's orders, a large team of personnel had been dispatched to restore Karuta Hill to its past glory as a scenic wonder. Somehow, as if making a statement, the Brimgan Emperor had proclaimed to send in two tusks of an Empyrean Tusk to be placed in the valley. This was a direct showcase of power, since these tusks were supposed to belong to the Empyrean Tusk that had destroyed Karuta Hill. Now, it had a new history to be conveyed to the visitors, something that was recent and resonated with them more.

The fact that he doubled down on the situation displayed the Brimgan Emperor's intentions. He wasn't going to leave the culprits be as they pleased. That much was sure. Along the same vein, advertisements were showcased in the cities established in the Northern Lakes, telling them to bid for ownership of the properties that had now opened up in Fentan City and Karuta Hill.

Considering the value of both places, there were bidding wars. At this pace, it seemed that in a week, all properties would be sold. And once the two places were restored, the owners would flock to the place.

By the end of a month, both Fentan City and Karuta Hill would become fully functioning.

At the same time when Amita Brimgan returned to Arlfarah Mansion, a woman set foot on Fentan City, carrying a Refugee ID by the name of Dhya. It was Wittral's new disguise. Like clockwork, he approached the Labour Association and grabbed a variety of job offers.

The pay was high as there was more work than the workers. Many people who entered Fentan City made their way to Varahan Mansion to vent. As a result, it was the best time to rack up some contributions and gain Citizenship as soon as possible.

'We'll meet once things have calmed down a bit, Amita.' Thinking as such, Wittral took on the role of cleaning a bunch of houses of the corpses scattered amidst them.

Brandal City!

At the same time, in the Capital City of the Brimgan Empire, the streets were busy with flocking people as the Emperor's orders mobilised a large volume of craftsmen, merchants, companies, raid teams, etc.

The Brimgan Empire had a custom of naming the Capital City the same as the Emperor. The Capital City's name changed accordingly to the Emperor who was active in the era. Typically, every Emperor managed to live for a Millennium, so the Capital City's name remained consistent for a large portion of history.

Currently, standing within a room that doubled down as an elevator were Brandal Brimgan and Virala. The elevator was operated by a Royal through psychokinesis, steadily bringing it down deeper below the palace.

After some time had passed in response, the elevator was taken control of by a second Royal, and then the third. Eventually, the doors of the elevator opened to reveal a giant cavern whose ceiling was a kilometre high.

And standing in it proudly, with its legs on the ground and the top of its head touching the ceiling was a golden giant, emanating a blinding radiance that lit the cavern like it was daytime.

Virala squinted his eyes in response as he stared at the golden giant before understanding what it was, 'This…is a Major Treasure?'

'Right, the Brimgan Empire too is a major power. So, it's not strange that they are in possession of a Major Treasure. But this…is absurd.' He stared at the golden giant before him, 'Doesn't a Major Treasure influence a wide area? How come it's this concentrated here?'

The golden giant's body was the sole region influenced by the Major Treasure in the Brimgan Empire's possession. Thereby, the region within would be deadlier than the regions influenced by other Major Treasures.

"Impressive, right?" Brandal Brimgan smirked as he brought Virala's body alongside him using psychokinesis, "This'll be your home from now on."