?A couple of minutes before Grehha entered the Varahan Mansion, he stood on the terrace of a nearby building, his gaze one of disappointnt, "No matter how steady he is, there's a lot of baggage weighing down upon Resha."
"He's damn strong though." Yennda climbed to the terrace and wiped the blood on his face, having just eliminated the owner of the house. The dwellers of the place now lay in a pool of rotten blood, one filled with puss and mutated cancerous outgrowths.
"You stink," Grehha covered his nose upon slling Yennda's approach, "Can't you take a bath or sothing?"
"It's sothing I kept on purpose." Yennda stared at his trembling hands, "I just…want people to realise and protect themselves if they can. Hence, I ensure to lace my power with a stench. So, the mont anyone slls this stench, they could hurriedly cover their orifices and move away. As long as they don't remain in contact, their Prana naturally cleans their body of the effects of my power."
"I'm afraid, you see." He said, "A mont's carelessness and I can easily beco a catastrophic plague. I don't want to result in Pranic Beasts mutating to beco similar to . That's a horrible future."
"Seems it's not easy for you too." Grehha sighed and stared at the tornado, "And it'll beco even worse for you after what you're about to do now."
"I'm not afraid of death or even torture for the matter." Yennda spoke without an ounce of fear or even flinched at the thought of it, "I have experienced both enough tis to gain immunity towards it. I can still feel pain but I'm no longer physically or ntally affected by it."
"So, I don't mind getting tortured by the Boar King." He uttered with a calm tone, "The worst he could do is torture . Since I have three Natures, he wouldn't be able to gain my power through Voracious Nature."
"I'll repay you in the future." Grehha nodded as he jumped down from the terrace of the house and began to approach the tornado. A grey mist circulated around him and transford everything that ca in contact with it into bone, which doubled down as his Spirit Weapon, allowing him to deal with the projectiles flying out from the tornado.
"But, are you sure about this?" Yennda asked nervously, "Upon learning about Sumatra Gold and Yarsha Zahara building a Human Avatar through it, wouldn't she recall her life from Sumatra Chronicles if Resha's Prana cos in contact with her Human Avatar?"
"Yes, I'm sure of it happening. Or rather," Grehha seeped his Prana through the tornado and heard Yarsha Zahara's screams, "It seems to have already started."
"Then, shouldn't we kill her?" Yennda asked, "I don't want to be her enemy."
"Can you kill her?" Grehha laughed, "It'll be impossible once she gains the maturity and experience from her Sumatra Chronicles self. This is a woman who upgraded the entire race of Free Humans with a re Silver Grade Human Avatar. Imagine the extent of her potential with a Mystic Grade Human Avatar."
"So, I'm just building a bridge." Grehha waved his hand and seeped his bone mist into the tornado, "All I want to ensure is that she has a positive image of the Mammoth Clan. That way, she'll hesitate to go against us with full force. As long as she doesn't go all out, we can deal with whatever she throws at us."
"Are you…trying to court her?" Yennda felt that it was absurd, "Didn't you see what had happened? She was fucked by two n. She's for the…"
"You should watch your mouth. It'll be for the best if you were to cut off your tongue. That's a useless organ attached to your unnecessary being." Grehha didn't hold back on the insult, "Did you think she's a characterless woman like your wife on Earth? Honestly, I'm impressed by your lack of brain cells."
"She's Yarsha Zahara, the one and only." Grehha said arrogantly, "A billion selves of your wife from Earth combined is inferior to the shit Yarsha Zahara poops out after an afternoon siesta. Don't delude yourself into thinking you can talk smack about her."
"Whether she has one man or two doesn't matter." He proclaid, "She can have as many n as she wants, since she's that superior of a woman. After all, she's…"
"Yarsha Zahara, I know, I know." Yennda waved his hands in surrender, "I wouldn't have talked to you if I knew you were her fanatic. Seriously, I don't know what the lot of you see in her."
"You wouldn't understand." Grehha laughed, "You know shit about capable won. I an, let's not talk about the one you married on Earth. Even if I was deaf, blind, paralysed, and a terrorist threatened to cut off my dick, I still wouldn't marry that."
"Just take lessons at this point." He shook his head and continued to unleash his ability on the tornado, "Even Yuza was a thousand tis better and you failed to treat her well. You're better off remaining in solitude. Talking to you harms my brain cells, so just do what you have to do, alright?"
Primary Nature—Spirit Bone!
The tornado transford into a colossal structure of bone spiral, becoming his Spirit Weapon. Grehha fractured it into multiple building blocks and as a result able to control the blocks as a Spirit Weapon.
His psychokinesis was incapable of controlling such a massive structure. Hence, this was the only realistic option. The key to a fight was versatility and not brute power. The lowermost block in the tornado beca a gate that opened to allow Grehha's entry.
He first ensured Barla and her siblings didn't die due to the lava and then approached Yarsha Zahara. In the anti, Yennda sneaked towards Barla, his shoulders slumped. Grehha's words resounded loud and clear in his mind, in a loop, further worsening his depression.
"What a repulsive scenario," Yarsha Zahara said once her two selves had fused into a singular whole, observing everything that had happened from a new perspective, "It's fitting for a sheltered idiot like ."
"I can give you as many Empyrean Incubators as you want." Grehha offered his support.
"Do tell one thing." Yarsha Zahara stared at him, "How much do you know about ?"
"A few things from your past life," Grehha replied honestly.
"Does that involve the sa power that has influenced him?" She stared at Resha, "He's completely different from my mories."
"Yes," Grehha nodded.
"And who's the culprit?" She asked next, getting to the root of the matter.
"Renduldu, the latest Mystic Tentacle to have appeared on Sumatra." Grehha spoke with a solemn tone, "All the differences you see from your past life's mories are a resultant of the butterfly effect generated by Renduldu's actions."
"What the fuck are you on about, Grehha?" Resha had cald down by now upon failing to see Virala and Ruvva. He was still extrely pissed, but Grehha's arrival forced him to calm down. The both of them had collaborated on multiple occasions for Resha to understand that Grehha was a stable individual with a clear view of his purpose.
If he says sothing, it is better to listen to it, for he might have put a lot of consideration into it himself. Resha understood it through experience, which was the only reason he stopped attacking. He was still irritated by Grehha's words though and readily expressed it.
"Your past life never happened, Resha." Grehha said without hesitation and threw a Bone Slip at the latter, imitating Inala's actions, "It was a side effect of the future sight cast on you by Renduldu. Even the Chief knows it, since Gannala has already confird it through her inheritance."
"Gannala is…back?" Resha was stunned before joy filled his expression, "How is she? Is she healthy? Has she been eating well?"
"Healthier than you could expect," Grehha grinned, "She's terrifyingly strong now."
'It seems Inala did well.' Resha didn't even seem to mind the fact that he had completely glossed over his anger upon hearing about Gannala, instead more concerned about the latter's status than everything else.
"This is what I hated about him." Yarsha Zahara muttered when her eyes caught onto Yennda, unleashing a Prana Shock at the latter upon seeing that he was sneaking up on Barla.
But in response to her attack, an Empyrean Incubator enveloped her, causing the shockwaves from Prana Shock to form ripples on the walls of the green bubble. Yarsha Zahara glared at Grehha, "You want to fight ?"
"No, I don't." Grehha shook his head. He then stared at Barla, "But that doesn't extend to them. Please relax, as I don't wish to see them dead."
He pointed at Resha, "Only this ignorant fool fails to understand the consequences."
Just by being alive, Barla and her siblings would harness a good chunk of the Boar King's ti, attention, and resources. That ant a lower amount of the sa for the Boar King's developnt. With limited ti and attention for himself, not to ntion resources, the Boar King wouldn't be at his peak during the Fourth Major Disaster.
This was why Inala was excited upon learning of the existence of the Wean Tribe. The Wean Tribe was only scary for regular powerhouses. But for people like Inala, Grehha, and even Orakha who had swarm-type builds, the Wean Tribe wasn't an issue. Rather, it was a powerful tool to restrict the actions of the Boar King.
Resha didn't understand that and hence went in for the kill. Even Orakha's lava attack was a calculated decision, since he had already detected Grehha's approach. He rely made a setup for Grehha to arrive and make an impression on Yarsha Zahara, which went well.
Now, as the information with the Bone Slip flooded his mind, Resha was in a state of absolute shock, feeling as if his world was crumbling down. This ant that he wouldn't be making a ss of the situation anyti soon due to his misunderstanding.
As Grehha had successfully tanked Yarsha Zahara's attack, it created a short window of opportunity for Yennda to approach the figure of Barla who was healing her molten hooves.
"I'm sorry," Yennda said and stabbed his hand through the nose of Barla's Empyrean Boar form and severed the hand, startling the latter. The hand lted and rged into her nostrils. And a few seconds later, a wart appeared on her forehead, steadily increasing in number every few seconds.
The infection spread into her mouth and affected her siblings who were held in safety there. A powerful disease spread through their bodies.
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