Sumatra Chronicles was pretty much a recount of the future Renduldu had seen through his future sight ability. His goal was to bring back the reincarnates.
But, to make it seem like an action he took in anger upon seeing the negative reviews, Renduldu hid the truth from them.
This meant that the lives of Inala and the other five reincarnates were simply edited out in Sumatra Chronicles, to hide the truth. That resulted in a sad conclusion. In Sumatra Chronicles, Resha’s parents returned after the First Major Disaster with a baby Empyrean Tusk in tow.
They seemed distraught due to whatever they had experienced during the mission. A few days later, after teaching Resha all the Skills they had gained during the mission, they committed suicide.
Sumatra Chronicles didn’t go into details. However, it did mention that since Resha’s parents were the sole survivors from their group, they felt obligated to visit the rest in the afterlife. Their experiences during the mission only wore them down and stretched their sense of guilt to the extreme.
Resha respected their sacrifice because their arrival gave hope to the Mammoth Clan.
But now, Inala knew the entire truth. The so-called group that accompanied Resha’s parents were the parents of the six reincarnates, their genuine parents. And they had died during the mission, since the baby they stole belonged to the other Empyrean Tusk herd.
To not bring the other herd’s wrath onto their Clansmen, Resha’s parents committed suicide upon succeeding in their mission. It was to erase their traces from the settlement.
And since the two Empyrean Tusk herds didn’t have any intersection paths along their route, they would never confront each other. It was the thought process that played in their minds moments before death. They were satisfied since they had succeeded in the mission they had set out to achieve.
The ones that were his parents on Earth and in Sumatra were the same individuals. But as abruptly as his reincarnation, their deaths too happened.
Since they were part of the group that had stolen an Empyrean Tusk baby, the herd would have given chase. His parents had become martyrs during their escape.
Inala was sad. He was close to his parents. No matter how much they were disappointed by his shut-in nature on Earth, they still created assets in his name to ensure he could live a comfortable life just through interest and rental income.
They wouldn’t have done that if they didn’t love their child. And even in Sumatra, they gave their lives to fight for the future of the settlement where Inala lived, fully aware of Gannala’s approaching death.
‘What the fuck was I doing all along?’ Inala admonished himself, ‘I believed that I could live alone and not be stuck to the Mammoth Clan as long as baby Gannala grew up. We could travel wherever we wanted on our own, unfettered. Shit!’
The moment he went through the memories gained from the previous Gannala, the sense of disconnect he felt with Sumatra vanished. He truly was a denizen of this world, born at the 44th Settlement to his parents, Gahar and Chanya.
The Mammoth Clan was where he belonged. It was his home. He was a true Mammoth Clansman, by flesh, blood, and soul. ‘I will and should fight for my people. Even though they aren’t there anymore, I’ll be a son they can be proud of.’
‘I have disappointed them on Earth already. At least here, in the world of Sumatra that I always dreamed about, I’ll become someone they can be proud of.’ Inala got up and wiped his tears, “I’ll fight to my utmost and succeed.”
“The Mammoth Clan wouldn’t be annihilated.” 𝑜𝐕𝑙xt.𝒞𝚘𝚖
He looked around, noticing that he was alone in the room. Getting up, he entered the adjacent room, watching the figure of Asaeya asleep, cuddling baby Gannala who seemed to have grown considerably since he last saw her.
The moment he entered the room, she seemed to have sensed his presence as baby Gannala woke up and squealed happily, “Dada!”
Inala approached baby Gannala and picked her up, ending up using his Internal Inertial Gravity at full strength, commenting, “You’ve grown heavier.”
“Uwaa!”
“I’m not calling you fat.” Inala smiled wryly, accepting baby Gannala as his daughter, ‘It’s time I stopped being narrow-minded. Let’s just forget Oyo ever existed. Thinking about her only angers me, so I won’t do that.’
He cradled her and approached the room with Life Bombs, noticing their level of depletion to calculate, “I was unconscious for four months?”
“Gua!”
“Are you hungry?” Inala caused a Life Bomb to fly towards him as he transformed his hands into Empyrean Zinger Claws and poked a hole, watching the fluid within seep out like a river stream and enter baby Gannala’s mouth.
She was sucking it casually, experienced with the task. In a matter of seconds, she had finished a Life Bomb.
Inala continued to feed her until she was satisfied, using up another twenty Life Bombs, ‘She has a voracious appetite.’
He then closed his eyes and concentrated upon his Secondary Nature of Internal Inertial Gravity, no longer able to sense the Boar King, ‘He must have gone far away.’
“Inala…?” Asaeya’s voice resounded as she woke up and observed baby Gannala no longer next to her. She got up and arrived at the room with the Life Bombs, for a moment surprised before hugging him in relief, “You’ve finally woken up!”
“I was anxious all along!”
“I’m sorry,” Inala apologised and observed her. Dark eye circles, unstable Spirit Container, a malnourished body, unkempt hair, etc. She was a mess.
She hadn’t had proper sleep for the past four months, having had to take care of baby Gannala nonstop. Her worries ensured she couldn’t even eat and cultivate in peace, causing her mental health to take a dip.
Living in the Sandy-Grey Void further took a toll on her. Even though the luminescent crystals within their home kept her surroundings bright, but when she peered out of the Prana Bomb home, all she saw was absolute darkness.
That was terrifying. It felt like the thin walls of their house were all that protected them from endless horrors out there. The fact that she had to constantly pour the fluids within Prana Bombs on the walls to mend them only added to her worries.
The Sandy-Grey Void was constantly eating through the walls of their home. Sometimes, even cracks appeared, terrifying her. Every time this happened, she had to pour more of the Prana Bomb fluid on them. Only after the walls regrew to become thick enough could she be a bit relieved. But the entire ordeal stressed her endlessly, especially since at the start, she panicked, wondering if Inala’s plan worked.
Otherwise, the Boar King would find them. She faced nightmares daily, of the Boar King finding them. Had this gone on for a few more months, her Spirit Container would have shattered.
“You’re awake…You’re awake! You finally woke up!” Asaeya repeated like a broken record and refused to let go of Inala, hugging him tightly.
She had been traumatised.
