Mystic Bone Art—Mystic Skill Creator!
Inala activated the Bone Slip Skill and condensed the effects of the Mystic Skill Creator into it, pouring in all his experiences from when Gannala accessed his mories like he was a Bone Slip.
Since the minds of both were connected now, it was the best ti to activate the Skill. As a result, a vast sea of mories and experiences surged out of Gannala through the connection and poured into his mind, overwhelming him.
"Keuk!" Inala grunted in pain.
[What…is this? It feels strange!]
Even Gannala was confused, despite being able to read his thoughts. But she didn't resist and simply allowed Inala to do his thing. Moreover, she even took on most of the burden associated with activating the ability, allowing Inala to take a breather and focus. A few seconds later, a Skill ford, a fusion of Bone Slip Skill and an Empyrean Tusk's capability to treat the Mammoth Clansn as Bone Slips.
Pri Skill—Empyrean Slip!
The effects of this Pri Skill allowed Inala to treat an Empyrean Tusk as a Bone Slip and access the information in it. Of course, as the volu of information would be akin to a sea, his mind would be overwheld.
So, unless he received the Empyrean Tusk's permission, it was too risky to attempt its use. But that wasn't a concern here as he had Gannala's full support.
The mont Empyrean Slip was activated, Inala found himself in the void, floating beside millions of light clusters. Each cluster was a database of so information. 'My mind simply isn't equipped to store this much data.'
He controlled his greed and focused only on the information Gannala told him. The mont he had the thought, his figure in the void moved automatically, positioning him before a cluster. Inala touched it and absorbed all the contents within.
Images of the Cthulhu flickered in his mind, showing a conversation it had with a young Gannala. There was a vast sea of information in it, causing his mind to feel burdened, 'If even a single cluster makes feel overwheld…'
He stared at the thousands of clusters and sighed before returning to reality. Inala needed so ti to digest the vast sea of information, but he could at least cross-reference using it, concluding in response, "You're saying the truth."
"So," He sighed, "Why did you say I failed to find the cure?"
[Activate the Skill once again. I don't have the ti to explain everything. I'll bring you to the respective cluster!]
Gannala could access his information, hence being able to know what he saw, felt, and obtained through Empyrean Slip.
Inala grunted as he absorbed a second cluster, gasping in exhaustion, "N-No more. I'll explode."
[You have surprised once again! Mt Dearest Son! Inala! Thanks to Empyrean Slip, you're now fully aware. Thank goodness! I was afraid this secret would die with . Without it, killing the Boar King is impossible!]
Inala felt Gannala's mind sharply lose strength, alard in response, "What happened? Just wait a little, Gannala! Once I finish fusing with the Zinger Queen, I'll help raise your lifespan. Just hold on until then!"
[My Dearest Son! Inala! There only exists one cure. I originally hoped the reincarnates could use their otherworldly knowledge to also find a cure, but all the lot of you did was be rid of the Fragnt Disease. Therefore, you lot won't be a threat to the Boar King!]
"No, I have a plan…" Inala muttered.
[My Dearest Son! Listen! You'll understand the reason once you digest my mories. Now, rember two things. First, Resha has the cure. So, he'll be the spear that faces the Boar King directly. The cure shown in Sumatra Chronicles wasn't the cure, but rely a treatnt thod for the Fragnt Disease. You misunderstood it as the cure. Support Resha with all your might. That's the only way to survive!]
Inala beca silent, sensing Gannala's voice turn weaker and weaker. The egg was absorbing her lifeforce, being the final straw that broke the cal's neck. As he hadn't finished the fusion, he couldn't move from his position. Hence, he poured all his attention into her final words.
[Second! There existed three Empyrean Tusk herds in Sumatra Continent. Ours is the youngest, because all 43 Empyrean Tusks of our herd have been birthed by . Know this! Empyrean Tusks are female and we give birth to our brethren through the Mammoth Clan.]
"What?" Inala was stunned. This information wasn't in Sumatra Chronicles.
[When both the copulating mbers have the Fragnt Disease, the birthed child is an Empyrean Tusk. She'll be no different from a human baby when born, but as she grows up, she'll beco an Empyrean Tusk. Originally, all Empyrean Tusks knew of this fact, including the Mammoth Clan, except for our herd, because I hid the secret! So, none of the newborn Empyrean Tusks are aware of this fact, hence our numbers remained constant at 44.]
"Why…did you do that?" Inala asked.
[Because of the Boar King. He has killed enough Empyrean Tusks that the mont an Empyrean Tusk newborn cries, he can hear it. He'll target the herd. You know how powerful he is. At the very least, one or two Empyrean Tusks will lose their life. The other herds usually take asures against him to at least make him hesitate to target them. But I can't do that!]
'What she says next will make understand everything.' Inala nodded and focused, barely able to make out Gannala's faint voice.
[Because, I am a survivor of the herd that annihilated his species. So, the mont he senses my existence, he won't stop until our entire herd is destroyed. That's why, to prevent him from detecting our existence, I ensured there was no newborn among us. And before he reached such a level of power, I increased our numbers to 44!]
Thump! Thump!
Inala's heart thundered as he muttered, "Wait a second…The fact that you're saying this must an a baby Empyrean Tusk is about to be born?"
[Stop Oyo before it's too late! The mont the baby is born, she'll lure over the Boar King! My Dearest Son! Inala! I'll leave everything to you…]
"Gannala! Don't give up, dammit!" Inala shouted in worry, "Don't die now! I can prolong your life!"
[My Dearest Son! We are lifeforms of entirely different levels. A hundred years of your lifespan rely converts into a day of mine. It's a waste of ti and effort. Besides, it matters naught if I can live a day longer when the Boar King is summoned. The entire herd will be annihilated! So, do what must be done!]
[Kill the newborn!]
Gannala's voice disappeared as the fusion process concluded. An ethereal entity hovered before him, displaying an air of arrogance, one of royalty. It fused into his body, making him successfully reach the Body Stage.
"The Boar King…" Inala muttered, instinctively trembling in fear, breaking into a cold sweat. It didn't originate from himself, but from Gannala's blood that had fused into him. The Boar King was an Empyrean Tusk's natural predator. And hence, the fear was instinctual.
"No, no! I've barely begun my preparations. Facing the Boar King at this mont is suicide." Inala got up in a hurry and ard himself, "I need to kill the baby…"
He paused, daring not to think further. After all, he always held that suspicion. The baby was growing in Granny Oyo. And after that night, she didn't reveal herself, making him feel the possibility was high, "Is that…my child?"
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