I'll Surpass The MC
chapter-625

"You found one?" Yarsha Zahara asked as she stared at Bunakin Vara, "There's only one?"

"Yes," Bunakin Vara nodded, "We've approached everyone in the Kingdom in the past two weeks. Only one individual has two Natures."

"Have you confirmed whether or not it's a Nature Weapon?" She asked next, smiling upon seeing him nod.

"But, the Mystic Eaters didn't react. So, it's probably not them." He continued.

'Then it must be someone they sent to spy on us.' Yarsha Zahara thought as she gave her orders, "If the Nature Weapon in him isn't the real deal, then your current team should be able to subdue him. Capture him!"

"Yes, Your Highness!" Bunakin Vara nodded as he set out with his team of Royal Guards and successfully managed to take the man into custody.

Soon, he was brought to an interrogation room where Yarsha Zahara was waiting.

"I'm innocent, why am I being captured?" The man resisted as he was bound to a chair. The Royal Guards had already used the Nature of Prana Bomb to extract all his Prana, turning him helpless.

"I'll have to see whether or not you're innocent." Yarsha Zahara said and brought out a Mystic Eater, focusing as she seeped her Prana into the man's chest, taking a few minutes to detect his Spirit Container.

Immediately after that, the Mystic Eater seeped into his body and came out of his back, holding a Nature Weapon in its mouth. Upon staring at it, Yarsha Zahara sighed, "It's a scheme to distract us."

The Nature Weapon was that of a Shock Lizard, which was pretty common. Thanks to her husband's actions, the population of the Shock Lizards has steadily increased over the past two millennia. So, nothing much will change even if she were to get its Nature Weapon.

Primary Nature—Incident Nature Reflection!

Yarsha Zahara's hand morphed into her Human Avatar, appearing golden at first glance, but the glimmers coming off it were reflected as different shades when viewed from different angles. She grabbed the Nature Weapon of Prana Shock and gained possession of it.

Now, she could equip it onto her Nature slots if needed. Unfortunately, doing that wouldn't benefit her in the slightest. After all, she was capable of unleashing the effects of Prana Shock through her capability to mould and control Prana.

Moreover, equipping the Nature Weapon will only add unnecessary influence to her being, which will end up harming her, however little it might be. "Hmm…"

She stored the Nature Weapon in her Minor Treasure of Lunchbox, intending to think of a use for it later. The Varahan Empire intended to rear a group of Shock Lizards for their use. So, all Wean Clansmen will be able to consume the Shock Lizards to obtain the Nature of Prana Shock.

Only their Tertiary Nature was empty at the moment. Equipping a mere Prana Shock to it felt like a waste in her mind, 'But if I can gather better Nature Weapons, things might change.'

Yarsha Zahara spent the next few hours interrogating the man, releasing him upon seeing that he didn't know anything.

"Isn't it risky to release him?" Bunakin Vara bowed as he asked, "He has been approached by our enemy once."

"Are you afraid he'll be recruited by the enemy?" Yarsha Zahara laughed, "It'll be better if they do that. It means we'll be able to focus on their scheme better."

"Unfortunately, they aren't biting the bait." Yarsha Zahara shook her head and waved her hand, "I'll summon you again when necessary. Continue with your training until then."

"I'll do as ordered, Your Highness." Bunakin Vara left the interrogation room and returned to the chambers where the Royal Guard stayed. Once the Varahan Empire is built, they'll be relocated to a location worthy of their rank.

"This Kingdom is already looking too small." Yarsha Zahara thought as she walked through an underground passage to return to her viewing gallery in the colosseum, noticing Brana waiting for her with a list.

"Mother, I am interested in these women." Saying so, Brana gave her a scroll which had drawings of the respective women alongside their scores in the various competitions.

"Do any among the list overlap with your brothers?" Yarsha Zahara asked as she scanned through the list.

"The three of us made decisions as a group. So we don't have any overlap in our selection." Brana said before expressing his hesitation, "But mother, do we have no other choice but to form relations with so many women?"

"What about love?"

"Love the woman who catches your fancy." Yarsha Zahara pointed at the list, "I've organised this entire Wean Selection by catering it to your tastes."

"But there are too many." He muttered with a slightly sullen tone, "It'll be impossible to treat them all with equal dignity and respect. I might favour someone more than the other. It might cause infighting amongst them to gain more of my attention."

'My son has matured a lot these days. He's already thinking for the future.' Yarsha Zahara patted his head and chuckled, "I'm sure you'll be able to treat them all well. I've raised you well enough to be assured of that. So, don't worry about those matters and focus on giving your all for the sake of the Wean Clan."

"I know, mother." Brana nodded, "I feel better now that I've discussed it with you."

He grinned and walked away, "I'll tell this to Baga and Braga too. They are also worried about having thirty wives each."

"Good," Yarsha Zahara waved her hand briskly and watched Brana run away, her gaze turning sad soon after, 'If only things were different, my children could have lived happy lives by loving the one person they've given their heart to.'

In Sumatra Chronicles, one year since it began, the First Major Disaster happened. Twenty years after the First Major Disaster, the Second Major Disaster happened.

'And forty years after the Second Major Disaster is when the Third Major Disaster will occur.' She clenched her hand into a fist, 'Time is running short. This time, I'll obtain the Major Treasure of Weapon, no matter what.'

Every force was gathering a large army. The Mammoth Clan had an internal army of Bone Vipers apart from the Mammoth Clansmen. In Sumatra Chronicles, half the herd of Empyrean Tusks died in Armoury—the Influenced Region of the Major Treasure of Weapon.

So, they'll be gearing up to a dangerous extent. Similarly, after suffering significant losses in the Second Major Disaster, the Brimgan Empire was brimming with hatred.

And now, under Boul Brimgan's banner, the Brimgan Empire would be strengthening itself by constantly raiding the Attributed Region for precious resources. As the Attributed Region was a node where the streams from various water bodies interacted, it would be accumulating resources once again.

The minerals dissolved in the water streams would form deposits in the Attributed Region, which would be harvested by the Brimgan Empire.

Generally, Gold Grade minerals were rare in that there wasn't a large enough deposit of them. If their concentration in the ore is too little, the extraction, purification, and processing costs will be exorbitant.

The time, effort, and resources required to do it would outshine the strength of a Gold Grade cultivator. So unless there was a large enough concentration of a Gold Grade mineral, where the extraction costs were reasonable, it would be impossible to establish a force of Gold Grade cultivators.

Such regions were rare across Sumatra. It was why Yarsha Zahara planned to use the tusks of Empyrean Boars as a mineral to build Human Avatars instead, for it was more economical. There was no suitable deposit of Gold Grade mineral in the entire region where the Varahan Empire is about to be established.

However, the Attributed Region was capable of filtering out all the minerals from the water streams influx on it. Due to the influence present in the region, the various minerals would form pure—hundred percent concentration—deposits.

A cultivator only needed to consume them to readily build their Human Avatar. There would be no risks. The Brimgan Empire intended to use that to accumulate high-quality mineral resources. And with their arsenal of knowledge, they probably had enough cultivation techniques that were suitable for all the minerals in their possession.

Burning with revenge, the Brimgan Empire will take advantage of that intense desire to arm themselves to the teeth and explode in cultivation growth. Even if they don't participate in the Third Major Disaster, they'll definitely wage war against the Varahan Empire once they're ready.

So to face them all, the Varahan Empire needed a large quantity of Gold Grade strength. Otherwise, Yarsha Zahara and Brangara will be overwhelmed by the repeated attacks by the various opposing forces.

Normally, if they only had to face a large army, her and her husband's strength would be sufficient, 'But there's a solid chance we wouldn't have enough freedom to participate in the war.'

Yarsha Zahara gritted her teeth, knowing very well that in a situation of war, while the armies bombarded the Varahan Empire, the Mystic Paths and their powerful allies would be targeting her and Brangara.

The Mystic Grade couple will be busy fighting them, unable to assist the Varahan Empire. Hence, there was pressure to increase the number of Wean Clansmen, for only then would the Empire be able to expand and accumulate power.

'All that pressure is on my children!' She sighed, "Army, we need an army, the stronger, the better."

She was feeling pressured, because there was one opponent that even her husband considered a threat, 'He almost killed husband the last time. His mere throws are no different from meteor strikes! And worst of all, he can spawn an endless number of Pranic Beasts.'

He'll steal Prana and use it to birth more of his brethren, endlessly increasing their numbers. The only way to face that endless assault was to have a powerful force of their own, 'We need at least a thousand Empyrean Boars for the time being. The more, the better.'

It had been three years since his appearance, and news relating to him was gradually being circulated through all regions. Even the Zahara Kingdom began to hear about the existence that almost killed the Empyrean Boar King. And unanimously, as if spread with purpose, everyone addressed this existence with a terrifying title.

The First Calamity—Royal Zinger!