I'll Surpass The MC
chapter-799

"A large batch of Silver Grade Pranic Beast carcasses have arrived. Get to work, everyone!" The supervisor shouted and gathered a batch of workers, "Grab your tools, hurry! We need to complete the dismantling work by morning! Otherwise, our rival company will steal our client!"

"Yes...!" One of the workers groaned as he condensed a long needle, accompanied three workers, and approached the closest corpse. He pierced the needle across the body, highlighting the spots where the fur was changing in terms of texture, strength, and inner muscular folds.

Once he had marked all the spots, the needle widened slightly and caused toxic gas-that had accumulated within the body-to leak out.

Another worker carrying a Spirit Weapon with a rotor inside activated it through psychokinesis and sucked in the toxic air. He compressed and stored it in a container, repeating the process.

The third worker had a Spirit Weapon in the shape of a pair of scissors that he controlled with practiced precision and carefully cut through the fur. The workers were veterans of the field, able to handle intense workloads.

The pay was also worth the effort, so even if they complained, none of them slacked off.

'We're inside.' Upon feeling faint vibrations, Yarsha Zahara poked in a faint hole and listened to the flurry of activity outside, 'It's a dismantling house. Good, they usually engage in nonstop work for at least half a day once they begin. That gives us the same amount of time to approach our target, gain the Minor Treasure, and make our escape.'

"Eww, it stinks! I need someone to clear out the intestines here!" One of the workers commented as another worker arrived with a set of tools necessary for the task and got to it immediately, "You're a lifesaver."

"Let's get it done with quickly." The worker spoke as he stored the intestines in a large container, "I'm going on a vacation in the morning. My wife's nagging me to go on a shopping spree."

"You're heading to Resnesk City, then." Another worker chimed in, "I heard a new batch of designer clothes have appeared. Even my son's going crazy about them."

"Let me tell you, the shops on the main road of Resnesk City sell overpriced designer clothes. I know a friend there who can give you the same clothes but at one-third the price." A worker carefully placing a pair of eyeballs into a container offered his advice, "I'll give you his contact information."

"One-third? You sure it's not counterfeit or made using cheap fabric?"

"Of course not. It'll be an embarrassment for me since I'm making a recommendation..."

As the team discussed while busy with work, the entire dismantling house turned pitch-black suddenly. "What is this?"

"Why is it so dark?"

"Those glowing stones must have been cheap knockoffs. I knew the boss scrumped on their purchase."

"Eh...? Why can't I see anything even though my Human Avatar is capable of emitting light?"

"Guys...? Is anyone here? I can't hear anything..."

The darkness was lifted a few seconds later as Yarsha Zahara crawled out of a Pranic Beast's stomach. All the Free Humans within the dismantling house had been turned into lumps of grey sand. The blood and whatever stomach substance that coated her turned into grey sand too and sprinkled onto the floor.

With a pristine appearance, she stepped onto the floor and walked away casually. The lumps of grey sand reverted to the Free Humans a few seconds later, their states pristine. However, they were no longer alive.

Yarsha Zahara melted through the wall and walked out as the wall recovered a few seconds later. Darkness expanded out to surround her immediate vicinity as she unleashed pulses of Prana to thrust herself in the direction of the Northern Lakes.

Landing within the water, she propelled herself with Prana Shock, her actions fully masked by the power of Sandy-Grey Void. The portions of the walls of each Northern Lake that she punctured through reverted to their original states in a matter of seconds.

Two hours later, she arrived at the closest Northern Lake to the Capital City. Upon surveying her surroundings, she walked out carefully. Soon, she had reached the Capital City, stopping at its entrance to frown, 'Are you sensing this?'

[Yeah! The land, the sky, and even the underground are fully monitored. We can't even drill our way through without being detected in a matter of seconds. There's too many Brimgan Royals here, and the ranges of most of them cover the entire city.]

'They'll easily detect Maroppa's identity, even if I change her appearance. Her state as a Pranic Beast cannot be hidden.' Yarsha Zahara thought for a few minutes as she silently observed the people heading in and out of the Capital City, 'The same as usual then. That's the only possible means to avoid detection.'

As she thought, Brangara spread the power of Voracious Cultivator through Maroppa's body, combusting the muscles to generate Prana. In a matter of seconds, Maroppa's body became incredibly thin, enough to be a bag of skin covering the skeleton.

Even walking proved to be difficult in such a state, but under the cover of the night, Yarsha Zahara approached the fattest man he could spot and leapt like a diver. She dove into his stomach, turning the contact area into grey sand.

Before the man could react, both Yarsha Zahara and Brangara surged their influence into his body and manipulated him according to their needs.

Maroppa's malnourished body could huddle within the man's stomach as under Brangara's

influence, he entered the Capital City without issues. Slowly, he drove his carriage towards the Brimgan Palace. And during the journey, Yarsha Zahara dove into the stomach of a maid who was en route to enter the palace.

The man blinked in confusion as Brangara's influence waned on him. Shaking his head, he grumbled due to the migraine he was experiencing and drove away.

In the meantime, the maid had entered the palace. She was fat enough that Maroppa's body could hide within easily, especially after Brangara consumed most of the maid's fat to make space for Maroppa, the same as he did to the fat man.

Knock! Knock!

Seated in one of the Palace rooms was Harla Brimgan, her brows creased as she inspected Orakha's condition, "No change, huh?"

Whenever Ruvva wanted to rest, Harla Brimgan took charge of taking care of Orakha, not because she cared about the latter, but because Ruvva cared about him. Moreover, Orakha was the reason behind the strengthening of the Golden Deity and Boul Brimgan entering the

Mystic Grade.

So, whenever she had time, she inspected his condition while looking out for a way to cure him, "Nothing's working."

'Even the Minor Treasure of Orakha's Checkpoint hasn't resulted in any changes.' She sighed, her expression easing upon hearing the knocking sounds. The one outside was a familiar maid as Harla Brimgan transmitted her voice outside, "Keep it there."

"Yes, Grand Minister." The maid said and placed the tray-with tea and snacks-beside the door. However, instead of leaving like usual, she stretched her hand and grabbed the door handle. With a tug, she entered the room.

"..." Harla Brimgan was about to chide the maid when she wondered, 'No one in the Empire dares to disrespect even a descendant of the Royal Family, not to mention me.'

"Who are you?" Her expression turned solemn as she immediately intended to condense a Spirit Weapon-in her appearance-at the throne room to alert the various Ministers seated there. However, the stream of Prana that flashed out of her as a golden light dissipated.

The door closed shut as the body of the maid collapsed to the floor. Now, standing next to her body were the figures of Maroppa and Brangara.

"Maroppa?" Harla Brimgan uttered in shock before it dawned on her, "Yarsha Zahara!"

"Bingo!" Yarsha Zahara winked, "By the way, you shouldn't bother trying to communicate with others. That's futile."

She casually pointed at the wall, "Check what's covering it, won't you?"

Her senses spread around like a flash of lightning as Harla Brimgan realised she was unable to

look past the room. Something was blocking her senses, and as she focused, her face paled. She felt it, a thin layer of light covering it, the presence emanating from it was eerily familiar.

The pillar of light emitted by a Major Treasure!

"W-What this?" She trembled, creeped out upon noticing that her body had begun to

dissolve, as if she was being digested. Her Spirit Weapon slammed into the duo before her, doing nothing.

The one that touched Yarsha Zahara crumbled into grey sand while the one touching Brangara

produced a resounding clang, failing to penetrate even his skin. No, it hadn't even touched his skin and hovered a couple millimetres away. "This is absurd!"

Her expression fell upon Brangara, realising that he was the cause behind whatever was

happening in the room, one where she felt absurdly weak, like bacteria being digested in a massive creature's stomach. "What did you do?"

"Scared?" Brangara's lips widened slowly into a sadistic glee, "What you're seeing is the

pinnacle representation of power, one that allows me to go toe-to-toe against

Transcendents."

Primary Nature, Secondary Nature, Tertiary Nature, Mystic Sumatra Art!

Brangara activated them all, resulting in a pillar of light erupting out of his body. However,

unlike the previous cases where it pierced the sky, it had simply dispersed in his Spirit Weapon range to erect a domain of his absolute authority.

"This... is what it means to truly be strong." He grunted once, in response to the presence of

which, Harla Brimgan lost her footing, collapsing in fear, unable to muster the slightest

ounce of resistance.

State of Unity-Unlimited Predator!

"Aack!" Harla Brimgan shrieked as her arm instantly turned into dust and was absorbed by

the layer of light covering the walls of the room. She glared in fear to see Brangara casually standing before her, leaning his face close to her.

"Try your best against me. Go on," He placed his hand on his stomach and ripped apart the

skin, revealing the stomach organ inside, "This is the core of my power. As long as you destroy it, you can cripple me."

"See this," He pointed at the uppermost part of his stomach, "Cut me right through this and

you can instantly sever my Astral World. It's my weakest part. I won't even attack you. So, go

ahead."

"Aaargh!"

His sadistic smile widened further upon hearing Harla Brimgan's rabid holler as ten Beyblades condensed behind her. Four of them fused into a singular whole and slammed into Brangara's stomach, erupting with the strongest power she could muster. However...

Clang!

There was a soft metallic sound before the Spirit Weapon created using four Minor Treasures

bounced off helplessly. And immediately in response, Harla Brimgan stared aghast as her legs vanished instantly.

"Hmm...That's enough for a trial run." Brangara muttered as he stared at his stomach. The skin regenerated instantly and covered the organ as he stared at Yarsha Zahara, "If even her Minor Treasure cannot scratch me, then I have nothing to worry about anymore."

"Go ahead and make her power yours." He said and walked past Yarsha Zahara.

"Alright," Followed by a grin, a serpentine entity jutted out of her body as Yarsha Zahara stared at Harla Brimgan with ravenous glee. And then, the serpentine entity lunged forward.