Mystic Bone Art—Mystic Skill Creator!
That was the name of the new Skill he gained thanks to the enlightenment provided by Gannala’s actions. Mystic Skill Creator was a Skill that used one’s experience as a catalyst to act upon the Mystic Bone Art.
As the Mystic Bone Art reacts to the experience, the created product would be a Skill that allows the user to execute what they performed—by memory before—as a Skill now. A few minutes later, a Skill was created as Inala laughed raucously, “This is hype!”
Mystic Bone Art—Sculptor!
The Skill of Sculptor allowed the user to wield four Spirit Weapons and sculpt the target.
When Inala sculpted a mud slab, he had to focus to control four Spirit Weapons simultaneously. This was only possible due to his experience as an artist in his previous life. As Inala had only trained his mind to multitask when performing art, he was limited to wielding four Spirit Weapons with such precision only during his carving sessions.
But now, once that became a Skill, he could apply it anywhere, even in battle. He could consider an enemy cultivator or Pranic Beast as the sculpting target. He would be able to wield four Spirit Weapons to attack the target on the same level as when he did art.
When the experience became a Skill, it freed up a lot of his brainpower. Moreover, it created flexibility, allowing Inala to apply his strengths to fields other than art.
The Skill of Mystic Skill Creator was overpowered. He could feel it clearly. “I don’t have any other significant experiences that are enough to conceptualise another Skill, but that’s only for now.”
His lips almost reached his ears, unable to control his glee, “It’s TRAINING TIME!”
If he trains in a field and accumulates enough experience, he could condense the experience into a Skill. That way, he could bridge the gap of talent.
Inala first focused on the Imprint Acceptance Skill, activating it as he felt Granny Oyo’s imprint on his bones flinch in response.
In his original plan, Inala intended to use a Prana Bomb on a female cultivator and absorb all her Prana. Her Prana stored in the Prana Bomb would of course possess her Prana Signature. He planned to use it in his plan to break through the gender limit and obtain the Zinger Queen’s power.
But after Granny Oyo turned him into her Spirit Weapon, he changed his plan. There was a stronger female cultivator’s Prana Signature imprinted in his bones already. That raised his success rate by many times.
And now, things became even more easy thanks to the Imprint Acceptance Skill. As the Skill took effect, the imprint on his right hand’s index finger bone flowed through his bloodstream and fused into his first Spirit Container.
The Imprint Acceptance Skill divided his skeletal structure into hundred parts, with each directed towards a Spirit Container. Inala would only complete the process after reaching the peak of the Spirit Stage.
“Inala, are you inside?” Instructor Mandu’s voice resounded, followed by a couple of knocks on the door.
“Right, I forgot about this.” Inala hurriedly changed his clothes and exited the house, greeting Instructor Mandu.
“One of the 43rd Settlement Leader’s daughters has arrived to meet you.” Instructor Mandu glanced at the box-shaped bag, “You have enough materials, right?”
“Of course,” Inala nodded, “If the contents in my bag are used up, I can always bring more from my house.”
“But that will not be necessary. I brought more than enough mud. There would be leftovers even if I work an entire day.” He spoke.
Instructor Mandu gave a silent nod and brought Inala to the periphery of the settlement. There existed a guest room there. And seated behind a luxurious desk, drinking tea was Asaeya.
“I have brought Inala here as per your request.” Instructor Mandu cupped his fists towards Asaeya in respect, “Please notify the guard stationed here for any of your requests.”
“Thank you for your hospitality, Instructor.” Asaeya cupped her fists in response.
“I have classes to conduct now.” Instructor Mandu patted Inala, “I’ll come by the evening to pick you up. Even after you’re done with work, remain here. It’s dangerous outside.”
“The Zinger attacks have intensified.”
Inala bowed as he watched Instructor Mandu exit. Now, Inala and Asaeya were alone in the guest room.
“I believe we haven’t introduced ourselves.” Asaeya cupped her fists and flashed a bright smile, “I’m Asaeya, the 16th daughter of the 43rd Settlement Leader, Yahard Tusk.”
‘She was there when I spoke to Yahard Tusk.’ Inala thought as he observed her, ‘Luttrena is Yahard Tusk’s 14th daughter. She is a few months older than me. That means Asaeya is at least a couple of years younger than me.’
“I am Inala, a Death Row student and an orphan.” Inala bowed respectfully, “It’s my honour to meet a dignitary.”
“You can drop the formality, you know.” Asaeya quickly changed her attitude, speaking casually, “First of all, I’m younger than you. Secondly, I’m still a student. So, I don’t have the right to wield my status yet. Just address me as Asaeya, alright?”
“Yes,” Inala nodded. He never read about Asaeya in Sumatra Chronicles. She was merely Yahard Tusk’s 16th daughter, sixteenth in line just among his daughters, not to mention the sons.
‘The fact that I don’t recall her name from Sumatra Chronicles means she either has no accomplishments or is one of the many deaths during the First Major Disaster.’ Inala didn’t express his thoughts and calmly set his bag on the floor.
He took a small, rectangular mud slab and stared at Asaeya, “Can you tell me the details of the Imagination Art you require?” 𝔬𝐕𝐋xt.𝒸𝑜𝑚
“Well, we need a large portrait piece.” Asaeya detailed the dimensions. Two metres tall and a metre wide, “It needs to be about a Zinger with a close-up shot of its face, expressing cruelty. Everything else is at your discretion. Also, you need to layer the result with bone powder. I want it to have a smooth bony texture.”
“That’s pretty simple.” Inala nodded and asked, “A lot of materials would be consumed, so the price would be…”
“280 Parute,” Asaeya smiled, “That’s how much I’m paying you.”
‘Fine by me. That’s a lot of money.’ He was getting all the raw materials for free anyway, thanks to the Clan’s support. So, these 280 Parute would pretty much line neatly in his pocket.
Without wasting a moment, Inala got down to work. He first drew a rough diagram on the pocket-sized mud slab, jotting down all the details. Once he was satisfied, he used the mud to make a large slab, two metres tall and a metre wide.
Asaeya observed his actions with interest. But the moment Inala whipped out four Spirit Weapons, she was stunned.
Mystic Bone Art—Sculptor!
