Somehow, the Mudropper came to learn sensitive information regarding Inala and his relationship with the previous Gannala and the current Gannala.
Inala did intend to kill the Mudropper because he wasn’t comfortable with having his secrets leaked like this. But the moment he expressed his intention, the Mudropper did the same, displaying its ability to destroy the entire Sanrey Plains.
‘Somehow, it seems capable of learning everything that happens in the Sanrey Plains. I should be careful about that.’ Since a conflict would only result in mutual destruction, Inala had no other choice but to retract his intent to kill the Mudropper, ‘Anyway, I have the Mudropper’s data with me. So, I’m the winner of this transaction.’
Inala grunted, feeling mild pain in his chest as he activated the Ropper Tribe’s cultivation technique, causing a minor change in his Prana signature. He picked up a piece of rock that acted as the Ropper Tribe’s Bone Slip equivalent and inscribed all of the Boar King’s information in it.
“This is it,” He said and threw the rock to the Mudropper that caught it and absorbed the information, closing its eyes as it observed the memories in satisfaction.
‘Phew!’ Inala relaxed as he activated his Mystic Bone Art, feeling the pain in his chest vanish. The faint traces of his Prana influenced by the Ropper Tribe’s cultivation technique were ejected out of his body.
His Prana Values permanently dropped down by two units as a result of using a cultivation technique other than Mystic Bone Art. Losing two units wasn’t problematic as he could recover it in a couple of weeks of training.
[I accept this payment.]
The Mudropper said after a while and carefully stored the stone in its treasury situated deep within the Sandy-Grey Void ring. It then returned and stared at Inala, asking what he wished to create.
[Let’s start!]
“Alright,” Inala nodded and let out a screech, causing a group of Empyrean Zingers to fly towards him and land nearby, dropping a bag of Life Bombs each, all filled with Lifeforce.
As he continued to wait, a second group arrived, carrying a large Pranic Beast that they had captured from outside. It was an Expert Iron Grade Pranic Beast, the one with the most Lifespan in the Iron Grade.
Two more of the same Pranic Beast were brought when Inala latched a Life Hand on each and nodded at the Empyrean Zingers, asking them to protect him. ‘This is going to hurt like shit!’
He started by ripping out his lungs, experiencing terrifying levels of pain that caused him to holler out. He did consume an anaesthetic created by Lurt, but its effects were flushed out by his Prana naturally. Hence, he couldn’t avoid the pain ultimately.
He gasped and waited while his stomach absorbed the Lifeforce in a Life Bomb and regenerated his lungs.
After the lungs were his jaw, then the food pipe, windpipe, etc. The last on the list was his heart. At that moment, a bunch of Empyrean Zingers in miniature forms landed on his chest and carefully connected with the various arteries and veins leading to his heart, temporarily behaving as his heart.
Tertiary Nature—Spatial Immune System!
They were a part of his body anyway, the only reason why this worked without issues. Inala carefully extracted his heart and watched a torrent of Prana and Lifeforce return to the region, beginning to regenerate another heart.
‘It’s surprisingly easier to extract my heart than my stomach.’ He thought in the end, having completed the process. Once the heart regenerated, he observed his Spirit Container inside, ‘Good, it regenerated without issues.’
He then expanded his Prana and sensed the extracted heart, observing the Spirit Container in it. They were identical, since the Spirit Container was part of the heart. And all Inala did was regenerate his organ, nothing else.
The Mudropper stared at him as if he were a madman, terrified especially by his eyes brimming with excitement despite him ripping out his organs while hollering in pain. It mentally decided to label him a madman who should never be offended.
After all, its mother imparted upon it some life wisdom, which was to never mess with crazy. Inala fit the bill to the dot.
Unaware of the Mudropper flinching upon his every shriek, Inala grinned upon seeing his body parts forming a pile nearby, maintained fresh by infusing Lifeforce into it at a steady level. It didn’t end here, for he needed to rip out nine more sets of lungs, only then would it end.
A day later, he activated Mystic Bone Art and began to refine the entire pile, steadily transforming it into a canon. While doing so, he infused Prana into the lungs and activated his Secondary Nature to bend the space within to the limit.
He then stared at the Mudropper, “It’s your turn to assist me. Fuse one Sumatra Gold into this to ensure it’s stably maintained and doesn’t require Lifeforce constantly to not shatter.”
All his Sumatra Zingers were fragile in the sense they required Lifeforce to be fed to them at regular intervals. Otherwise, the organs would begin deteriorating until their eventual decomposition.
[That’s easy.]
A large volume of Prana flowed out of the Mudropper and surged into a Sumatra Gold piece, causing it to hover in the air.
Primary Nature—Sandy-Grey!
The Sumatra Gold broke down into sand, the particles of which were the finest possible. The sand dust flowed into the object Inala was refining and began its assimilation process.
Slowly, the space within the lungs began to stabilise, as if that was natural, no longer requiring Prana to be maintained, similar to the space in a Storage Lantern.
As the Sumatra Gold fused into the Spirit Container, the object brimmed with a terrifying presence, of Inala, but many times stronger than himself. “Amazing!” this content of novelfullbook.com, if you reading this content please go to website novelfullbook.com to continue reading, fastest update hourly
The assimilation process went on for days, at the end of which, an object hovered in the air before Inala, robustly intimidating.
It sported a long grey barrel, the exterior cuboidal. The edges were rounded and resembled ivory in colour. Dense, interlocking patterns of gold traversed the entire barrel, with a greater concentration forming over the handle.
In terms of size, it only spanned a length of twenty centimetres, weighing barely a couple kilograms. Inala grabbed it and seeped his Prana through it, watching it unleash a gale as a torrent of air was sucked inside.
Shockingly, all the air necessary to fill up its ten sets of lungs was completed in a minute. Inala activated his Primary Nature and seeped his Prana into it, sensing a Prana Bomb form at the bottom end of the barrel.
He didn’t have to slide in one from the nozzle like in a Sumatra Zinger, ‘This is more convenient.’
Inala calmed his excited heart and aimed at the sky, shooting a second later, “Argh!”
Bam!
The recoil was so powerful that his body was sent reeling into the ground, creating a three-metre-wide crater. The Prana Bomb flew with such momentum that a kilometre after its launch, it shattered, causing the fluid within to spill out and vaporise in an instant.
“…” Two minutes later, Inala got out of the crater, having healed himself as he stared at the object, ‘My Prana Bomb’s shell isn’t tough enough to withstand its speed.’
“This is pretty much a canon, so I’ll name it the Sumatra Canon.”
The blast force was too strong!