I'll Surpass The MC
chapter-296

Obviously, Inala was playing a very dangerous game here. It would be strange if he hadn't set up spies all over the place. Every evening, when the Death Hour begins, all Cooter Clansmen would become busy.

It was then that he could take action. The only one keeping an eye on him was Nurnur. So, he had to do everything with stealth, taking advantage of moments when her mind was occupied with other matters.

That was where the three Gold Grade Pranic Beasts came into play. They kept Wittral and his two guards busy.

'Originally, I was hesitant to take advantage of Wittral, since he's a genuinely good guy. But after hearing this, I'm less hesitant.' He thought in relief, 'I won't regret this choice as much as I assumed before.'

He intended to subject Wittral to the same treatment Brangara received under the hands of Undrakha. It was impossible to stay sane after going through something like that.

And honestly, he had no hatred towards Wittral. Therefore, Inala was mentally struggling to proceed with his plans. He wasn't a psychopath. He could live with killing someone that targeted his life. Having already adapted to Sumatra, he was able to do something like that without being plagued much by guilt later on.

Even in the Sanrey Plains, his actions, though leading to his benefit, also saved the lives of forty thousand plus people, when originally, they would have been wiped out. Hence, though to satisfy his agenda, he became their saviour.

But here, that wasn't the case. His actions would end up causing a mess for the Cooter Clan, detrimental to their future.

Not only did he plan to use Wittral, but he also was making schemes to turn the Cooter Clan against the Boar King. Yes, there was immense hatred between the Cooter Clan and the Boar King, but they knew by logic that there was more to lose than gain by antagonising him.

They witnessed the population of Empyrean Tusks shrink constantly as the Mammoth Clan was beaten and battered by the Boar King. Hence, they wished to avoid him altogether and focus solely on their growth.

Inala's actions would change that. He might be the spark that results in the deaths of many of Cooter Clan's Deities.

"Haah!" It wasn't easy to become the cause of endless suffering. 'There's still time. I'll think of it later.'

He focused on growing stronger first by taking advantage of the Cooter Clan's resources. It would take him some time to enact his current plan anyway. He was free until then. Hence, it was better to focus on his growth during that time.

Inala closed his eyes and focused on the biome in his stomach, extending his Prana through it to touch a tiny bone sphere that was resultant of the Mudropper's offspring. Contained in it was the Mudropper's data, 'Maybe I'll be able to figure out a better method.'

He began to comprehend more of its data. It was foolish to stick with one plan. Even now, variables had begun appearing from the moment Zakzak left the island to inform news about the Boar King's death to one of the Cooter Clan's Settlement Leaders.

Inala originally assumed this information would reach the Settlement Leader after they reach the respective island—with Four Empyrean Snappers—by ship at the end of the three-month tenure.

But he underestimated Wittral's desire for information. Hence, there was a difference between his plans and reality already. As to the extent of ripples this variable would cause, Inala couldn't predict.

Hence, he had to think of alternate plans, as much as possible. In Sumatra, strength didn't reign supreme, but survivability did. It was why he didn't become an Empyrean Tusk and instead chose to be an Empyrean Zinger that posed the greatest versatility and matched his thought process.

'Let's keep refining my plans.' Thinking as such, Inala focused on the Mudropper data, 'I have time to think. So, let's do exactly that.'

"What are you doing?" Nurnur peeked in from the entrance, commenting upon seeing that Inala hadn't moved an inch from his spot for an hour.

"Meditating," Inala's eyes shot open as he stared at Nurnur, "You guys don't meditate?"

"We do, but not as much as you." Nurnur expressed her confusion, "What's there to meditate so long for? The mind goes blank after a few minutes."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I can stop at that." Inala said, "There's a limit to how much I can understand my Human Avatar in a short time. After that, I simply go through and revise existing information that I have figured out. At times, I learn new things through that."

The process was the same for his Empyrean Zinger body. It was like mapping out an unknown terrain while trying to understand why a certain tree was planted in a particular location, why it grew as tall as it did, and so on and so forth.

Each question required lots of pondering and analysis. It was why it took decades to build a body.

Inala had a shortcut in this regard, since he used Empyrean Extraction Prime Skill on an Empyrean Zinger Scout and obtained its data. By comprehending it, he was able to map out most of the area.

Based on his current growth rate, Inala predicted that he would be done building ninety percent of his body within the next decade. And by the time the Second Major Disaster starts, he would have entered the 2-Life Stage.

It would have originally taken him forty years to do the same. Now, the duration had shortened by half, all thanks to the Empyrean Extraction Prime Skill and Mind Slip Prime Skill.

"Hmm, interesting." Nurnur nodded and stared at Inala, observing the latter's hair for a couple of seconds before saying, "We'll be leaving this island in three weeks. Once we return to one of our Clan's bases, we can arrange a ship for you to return home."

"Since Wittral promised, you'll receive your Influence Easing Elixir once we get there."

"I'm grateful for your help," Inala cupped his fists and returned to his meditation.

Noticing Inala express no desire to communicate, Nurnur snorted mentally, 'This bitch only becomes chirpy before Wittral. Once he becomes bored of her, I'll be the first one to chuck her into the mouth of a Pranic Beast.'

'She's not leaving the Dralh Sea alive.' Nurnur returned to her post at the stone house's entrance, remaining on guard there. The windows of the stone house weren't wide enough for a human to pass through. Hence, the only way to exit it was the entrance.

And to conserve her Prana, Nurnur didn't use her Prana senses when there was no need to use it. Expending Prana needlessly would simply strain their resources, since they had limited amounts this far away from their Clan—Empyrean Snappers.

As she stood still like a statue, Inala's eyes shot open and stared at her back. He then stealthily spat out two Prana Bombs and threw them out of the window using psychokinesis.

Gently landing on the ground, one of the Prana Bombs hatched to reveal an Empyrean Zinger Scout. He had encased it in a Prana Bomb in his stomach, which was the easiest way to take it out without gagging in response.

Using psychokinesis, it lifted the second Prana Bomb after swallowing the shells of the Prana Bomb it hatched from. The Empyrean Zinger Scout took advantage of the Death Hour to waddle its way through the hordes of Pranic Beasts fighting for a spot on the island.

Soon, it arrived before a mine's entrance and waited patiently upon seeing the mist barrier covering it. An hour later, the Death Hour ended as the Pranic Beasts on the island returned to the Dralh Sea.

Right in time, the mist barrier dissolved, granting the Empyrean Zinger free entry as it sped into the mine, carrying the Prana Bomb with unknown contents.