𝓞𝑽𝑙xt.𝒸𝑜𝕞
“This is the heart,” Luttrena said as the glaze in her eyes flickered before soon, she became normal, expressing her confusion. “What…what was I doing?”
She looked around, stunned, “Why am I next to the heart?”
“Well, thanks for leading me here,” Virala said and hugged her from behind. His hands slithered up her chest and grabbed her by the neck, choking her as copious amounts of Prana seeped into her.
“I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you!” Luttrena screamed, intending to retaliate. But her Spirit Weapons weren’t on her being anymore, obviously tossed away by Virala when she was in her glazed state.
She tried to transform into her Pranic Beast and kill Virala. Unfortunately for her, something seemed to obstruct her Prana, preventing her from transforming. “Gah!”
She felt suffocated, feeling her organs rupture. Her skeleton began to shrink, turning molten as Luttrena was unable to think anymore. A few seconds later, her body transformed into a fist-sized sphere, yellowish-pink in colour, sporting patterns of a lizard’s scales. It hovered before Virala, the hue it emanated highlighted his excited expression.
“Sweet, another one for my collection.” Grinning in response, Virala pocketed the sphere. He then took out a purple sphere and placed it on the Empyrean Tusk heart, infusing his prana into it.
Slowly, a cocoon enveloped him while a needle protruded out of the sphere and latched onto the heart, acting like a pump. It secreted a faint acid, affecting the bone. Even without drilling through a hole, blood began to drip into the cocoon.
The acid turned the bone porous, causing the high-pressured blood inside the heart to seep out. From a trickle, the stream of blood flow increased, soon reaching the level of a home shower.
The cocoon was filled with blood as Virala calmly showered in it, greedily absorbing the essence within the blood. At that moment, the cocoon shimmered, unleashing pressure as the Empyrean Tusk blood surged into Virala at tremendous speeds, beyond what he could naturally absorb.
“It…hurts!” Virala grunted in pain, but upon feeling the power surging in his body, he was too excited to bother with the pain. It was like being pumped nonstop with adrenaline.
While the blood fused into his body, Virala began to combine his 100 Spirit Containers into a unified whole, patiently waiting as the shape of the Spirit Container began to transform, soon taking the nascent structure of an Empyrean Tusk.
The cocoon shattered as the blood dripping out of the heart trickled to a stop. The blood on the floor seeped into the floor of the channel and was absorbed by the heart.
“Haha!” Gasping in exhaustion, Virala plopped to the floor, thumping his chest in victory, “I succeeded.”
Primary Nature—Internal Inertial Gravity!
He succeeded in becoming an Empyrean Tusk, “The same as Resha from Sumatra Chronicles.”
“From now onwards, I too am one of the strong that reigns at the top of this world.” Virala grinned.
“Is that so?” Suddenly, followed by crisp footsteps, Ruvva arrived at a halt five metres behind him, her eyes cold. She stared at him like he was dirt, commenting, “I see. So, the blood of an Empyrean Tusk grants a Mammoth Clansman with the Fragment Disease the power of an Empyrean Tusk. That’s a ground-breaking discovery. If this is revealed, the Mammoth Clan’s power will become unrivalled.”
“Ruvva…” Virala frowned in response, “What’s up with you these days?”
“You’ve changed.”
“Is that why you left me in the shelter alone?” Ruvva snorted, “Before I realised it, my body had moved to protect that girl when you urged me. What have you done to me?”
“It’s the power of love,” Virala winked.
“Anyway,” Ruvva tilted her head and asked, “Now that you have become an Empyrean Tusk, do you possess its Primary Nature?”
“Internal Inertial Gravity,” Virala boasted, “It’s my Primary Nature now.”
“Perfect!” Ruvva clapped in joy, “Thank you for the gift in advance.”
“What are you…” Virala frowned as nerves protruded on his neck and forehead, causing him to cough up blood, “This…what is this?”
Mystic Bone Art—Primary Extortion!
Virala stared helplessly as his Prana flowed out of his body, carrying with it the essence of his Primary Nature. He couldn’t defend himself and could only glare in hatred as the essence seeped into Ruvva.
“Internal Inertial Gravity,” Ruvva boasted, sporting the same tone as Virala, “It’s my Primary Nature now.”
The Primary Extortion Skill allowed a student at the Spirit Stage to steal the Primary Nature of their target. The primary requirement was to have sex a hundred times while using the Skill.
And every time Ruvva used the Skill, all her Prana would be lost. If not for the wealth Granny Oyo had left her, she wouldn’t have been able to use it a hundred times in the past nine months.
Once it was completed, all Ruvva had to do was wait until Virala obtained his Primary Nature. She could swipe it off him and benefit instead, thereby turning Virala into a useless elite that didn’t even have an ability.
“My…Primary Nature is gone…?” Virala muttered in disbelief as he plopped on the ground, kneeling as he faced the floor, completely dejected. He went from the highest of excitement to the lowest of despair in a matter of seconds.
“Thanks to you, I now possess an Empyrean Tusk’s power,” Ruvva commented calmly as she walked towards him and stared at the back of his head. Virala was in a state of despair as he faced the floor, not having the strength to even look up at her.
“You have two options now. First is to count your remaining days as a student and wait until it’s graduation day to be chucked into a Pranic Beast mouth. Or,” Her eyes turned cold as she stared at him like he was a dead man, raising her leg as she used her Primary Nature to increase its weight, “Your second option is to be crushed under my leg now.”
“I’ll take the third option, please,” Virala said and stared up, revealing an uncontrollable smile, creeping her. Just as she intended to stomp him to death, Virala grabbed her leg and grunted, stiffening up her body.
“Impossible!” Ruvva was unable to move for some reason. Suddenly, she felt her organs rupturing as her bones began to melt. An inescapable sense of death enveloped her as the coldness in her eyes vanished, replaced by fear. She stared at Virala, unable to understand what was on his mind anymore, “You! Who are you?”
“Your ancestor,” Virala commented casually as he crushed Ruvva’s body into a bone sphere engraved with the image of an Empyrean Tusk’s head. The bone sphere pulsed with a suffocating pressure, causing goosebumps to form on his skin.
“Sometimes, I am terrified of myself.” He broke into laughter and pocketed the bone sphere.