I'll Surpass The MC
chapter-346

"Hahaha!" Wittral laughed cheerfully at the reply, 'I have a clearer sight of what I want after losing my two eyes. Indeed, life is a bundle of irony.'

Suddenly, he no longer felt any burden, for the Cooter Clan's fate no longer rested on his shoulder. That was something his sibling had to worry about, not him. Even if he were to disappear now, the Cooter Clan wouldn't suffer.

As for the resources he had consumed until now? Nothing could be done about that. Anyway, the Cooter Clan had a robust financial muscle. They could easily recover from this loss without any issues.

He didn't feel guilty, since it was the Clan that had abandoned him, not the other way. Until now, no matter how much he was governed by despair, Wittral had given his all to cure himself. Even if it takes a century or two to recover, it was a short timeframe considering his long lifespan.

He would easily become the strongest Empyrean Snapper once he takes on his Pranic Beast form and reaches maturity. That fact would never change. But at the slightest issue, his own parents deciding to rather have a second kid than hope for his recovery showed everything.

His parents didn't have long to live, since they reached the 10-Life Stage towards the rear end of their lifespan. So, neither did they have enough years to live nor did they trust Wittral enough to place their Clan's fate in his hand.

To date, Wittral had been living as the Cooter Clan had expected of him, doing everything to further his Clan's ambition. But if even that minimum level of trust couldn't be put on him when he was at his lowest, how could he trust them with the path to the Mystic Grade at his highest?

"Pack your belongings. We're leaving as soon as possible." Wittral got up, brimming with fighting spirit, "I'll give my everything to make the cure."

"Actually…" Inala muttered and thought, asking Gannala, 'Is there any trace of Prana on me left by the Boar King? Can he sense if I were to leak his existence? Scratch twice if there are no traces.'

Upon sensing two scratches, he sighed in relief. But he didn't remain careless. The Boar King might not be in range to hear him but there was a chance a Cooter Clansmen was spying from nearby. Hence, he leaned in close to Wittral and whispered in the latter's ear, tickling him in response.

"Don't be shocked and don't show any reaction, okay?" Inala asked, speaking upon seeing Wittral nod, "The sane Boar King entered my room yesterday. He wants to help us recover our strength to obtain clues regarding Loot. This is the best chance for us to recover our strength."

"You have a plan?" Wittral asked once he calmed down after digesting the information, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," Inala nodded, grinning, "This is just my theory, but I feel that by using his powers, we can obtain the Primary Natures of each other as Secondary Natures."

"Oh?" Wittral was interested in the proposition, "Keep going."

Inala fully explained his hypothesis, basically revealing what he had already planned beforehand. Originally, he planned to refine the Boar King's Prana as he did for the Loot puppets, but after absorbing the signature of the original to make an accurate replica.

But now, after the Boar King expressed his help, Inala simply switched that with the original's Prana, thereby removing multiple steps from his progression path. Moreover, when this succeeds, he would be obtaining powers that he would have only obtained close to the Second Major Disaster or during the Second Major Disaster.

'This will boost my future progression to a terrifying pace.' Inala thought as he finished explaining everything that he wished to reveal to Wittral.

"It probably isn't just a theory." Wittral said, immediately thinking of a few areas to correct, "With these changes, your plan becomes realistic."

"The Boar King wants Loot's location. We just need to help him in regards to that once we recover our powers." Wittral said, his eyeless sockets seemingly focused on his target, "Since Loot messed up your life, we'll help the Boar King destroy that fucker."

"Wow, that was wonderfully presented." The Boar King entered their room and clapped slowly, expressing genuine appreciation. Wittral's words were music to his ears, causing him to take a minor liking to the latter.

He stared at Wittral and Inala to say, "What do you need in return? If it seems reasonable, I don't mind letting you benefit a little."

"It will take some time, anywhere from a few months to a year or two." Inala said, "Is that fine with you?"

"Explain what you need first." The Boar King shrugged casually.

"Okay," Inala made a list of what he had thought, noticing the Boar King break into laughter at the end.

"Absurd! I love it!" The Boar King expressed his praise while surprised internally, 'An extreme situation can indeed birth a Nature. Lacking any Prana is an extreme situation in itself. And in this state, Amita wishes to mutate their bodies and acclimate to the changes using my power, little by little.'

He took a second glance at Amita, 'This is one terrifying woman. She might not realise it, but her plan has a definite guarantee of success. And she's making use of my Natures way better than myself. I never even thought something like this was possible, but hearing her plan, even I'm getting excited.'

'I want to see where this goes.' The Boar King grinned and nodded, "Let's start right away."

"We'll be needing a large quantity of Spirit Containers from Cooter Clansmen at the Spirit Stage." Inala said and stared at Wittral, "Will the Clan accept your request?"

"They'll have to." Wittral said, his tone cold, "Otherwise, they'll seem like a heartless bunch that can abandon even their Deities. They'll lose their prestige among the Clansmen."

"I expected a fight." The Boar King shrugged and left, "I'll return at the same time tomorrow. Sitting still isn't my style."

Once he left, Inala and Wittral stared at each other, tremendously excited.

"Did we…"

"Yes…we did."

"We roped the Boar King into our plans."

"That we did."

That in itself was a tremendous achievement, the first in Sumatra. And it was done by two powerless individuals that took advantage of the situation at play.

"What happened to you?" Taltal screamed in fright upon noticing Wittral's condition once she arrived for the day's work, her gaze instinctively shooting toward Inala, "Did you harm him?"

"The Chief asked me to return my Minor Treasures," Wittral said, his tone calm, hiding his plans with the Boar King. He then pointed at his empty eye sockets, "This is the result of that."

"Did he lose his damn mind?" Taltal raged in response, "These old coots are freaking delirious!"

"My mother is pregnant. That's the reason." Wittral said, noticing Taltal go silent immediately after. She was smart and immediately understood that Wittral's replacement was already being made.

She then sighed and asked, "What will you do now, Wittral?"

"Just finish what I intended to do all along." Wittral said and took a moment to gather himself, "I need Spirit Containers from a bunch of people. We'll do the operation, so the people must be brought here in an unconscious state."

"How many do you need?" Taltal asked without an ounce of hesitation.

"Around two hundred Cooter Clansmen at the Spirit Stage, two thousand Free Humans, and eight thousand Free Humans that have practiced the Mystic Mist Art." He said, "And they all must have 100 Prana."

"I'm confident in recovering my power with that."

"Confident?" Taltal was surprised, "We barely had a minor breakthrough yesterday. Succeeding is impossible anytime soon. Wittral, what you're asking isn't a small stash of medicines but human resources we spent years nurturing. If you're intending to do something reckless because of the situation with your sibling…"

"No, I'm confident of success." Wittral said, his tone dropping immediately after, "Or has the Clan completely abandoned me?"

"There's not an issue with the Free Humans. That can be easily arranged." Taltal sighed, "It's just the two hundred Cooter Clansmen you asked. I'm not sure if you'll receive an approval for that."

"I returned them immediately when asked." Wittral pointed at his eyes, implying the two Minor Treasures, "And the resources I asked for are to recover my strength. If you don't wish to provide that, then fine."

Wittral raised his hands in surrender, "I'll remain a useless mortal for the rest of my two thousand years."