Chapter 790: Do What Needs to Be Done
Chapter 790: Do What Needs to Be Done
"You're giving Pet to Grehha?" After a few hours of conversation, Pet asked as it stared at Inala, "Are you sure about it?"
"With your power to create and control Bolts of Transcendence, you could create something terrifying with the Major Treasure of Pet, you know?" Pet blinked its eyes in interest.
"Grehha too is capable of something similar." Inala smirked as he asked, "Do you know what his build is based on?"
"Swarm tactics, right?" Pet nodded, "I don't think I can have an accurate guess since I don't fully understand the thought process of the seven of you, even though I've investigated your lives on Earth."
"Can you not guess properly or do you not want to take a guess?" Inala asked, smiling upon seeing Pet burst into laughter, "So, it's the latter, huh?"
"I've been thinking of various ways the seven of you can go about in this war. Maybe one of them is the correct guess." Pet shook its head, "However, those are my guesses, based on the way I grew up and my thought processes have been shaped. I don't intend to unnecessarily influence your thoughts and actions."
"I feel that would be...restrictive on the level of freedom in mind that you've expressed." Pet then slowly extended its foreleg, "Is there anything else you wish to know before bringing me to Grehha?"
"Is it alright if I take you now?" Inala asked honestly, "I'm removing you before Sanctuary is completed."
"That's alright." Pet chuckled, "It's mostly complete anyway. The sheer quantity of Pet's influence in Sanctuary is enough for it to finish forming on its own, at the same pace as now. So, it'll be finished by the Fourth Major Disaster."
"That's good then." Inala nodded in relief, "I hope you see success during the Continental Invasion."
"Why are you acting like you won't be revived when that happens?" Pet tilted its head, "With the rate at which the Quip Clansmen are accumulating the Royal Zinger genes, they'll birth you within a century."
"Yes, but that Royal Zinger will be the Quip Clan's Deity, not Inala." Inala smiled wryly, "Fundamentally we're one and the same, but the difference will be the memories and experiences that form our core."
He patted his chest, "The core of my being is my experience on Earth. That hasn't changed, so my longing for this world is always at its highest. I wish to explore Sumatra, that's my longstanding desire."
"However," He shook his head, "The next Royal Zinger's core will be my memories of being born on Sumatra as a Mammoth Clansman. My Earth's memories will simply be a product of my visit to Earth. So fundamentally, though we're the same, our values will be different."
"And even with all the memories of my life, I'll still be born a baby, you know?" Inala smiled wryly, "So, I'll grow into the Deity of the Quip Clan."
"I see," Pet nodded, "So, even your method has its share of flaws, huh?"
"Then just leave behind records of yourself. Create a legacy for the Quip Clan to follow." Pet said, "So, when you're reborn, they'll follow the legacy to nurture your growth. Thereby, there's a solid chance you'll grow up to possess the same values you have now."
"You long for an adventure, right?" Pet chuckled, "Your longing will only increase when you're revived. After all, the Continental Invasion will make you feel even more stifled than your six years spent huddled in your room as a shut-in."
"Even as the Royal Zinger, I'll have to live in hiding?" Inala expressed his shock, pointing at himself to state, "I am a Mystic Grade existence, you know?"
"And your opponents will also be similar existences, and ones that had spent thousands of years collating their powers, with a stronger power system." Pet retorted, "And you won't be facing one at a time."
It made eye contact and uttered, "The moment you are revived, countless powerful existences will try to hunt you."
"After all," It chuckled, "You are the most dangerous existence on Sumatra."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
"I understand," Inala let out a soft sigh as he condensed a Biome Bomb, "I'll bring you to Grehha now."
"Before you leave," Pet raised its voice, "Leave the Zinger Representative alongside the most talented of your Clan here."
"Why?" Inala frowned, "The Quip Clan cannot develop in hiding."
"It's just a safety precaution." Pet said, "After all, this location won't be revealed at least until the end of the Fourth Major Disaster. So, the Quip Clan can safely accumulate strength here and prepare to revive you without external interferences."
"Are you scared of those invaders?" Inala asked.
"Yes," Torq nodded, "The moment they arrive, they'll make a beeline towards you. Destroying the Quip Clan and the Royal Zinger's revival mechanism will be their highest priority."
"That's alright, if we're destroyed, then it's simply an indicator that my Quip Clan was not fit enough." Inala shrugged, "Besides, even if we're annihilated, the Quip Clan will reappear eventually."
"You mean...?" Pet's eyes widened as it understood what Inala was getting at, "How much of the Royal Zinger genes have you dispersed across the Ravaged Federation?"
"Plenty enough," Inala nodded, "And one of them became a Clansman just recently. That should be enough."
"But it's still dangerous!" Pet shouted, "You can never predict what might happen a few decades later."
"Yes, that's true. That's why, I've made preparations." Inala wrapped Pet in a Biome Bomb and vanished, appearing in Grehha's Dungeon.
He stared at the cocoon before him and placed the Biome Bomb with the Major Treasure of Pet on the floor, "You can wait here until he's done."
"I would've loved to be here in person." Pet's voice resounded with a sigh as it was relayed out by the Biome Bomb using Inala's voice. "You guys are all incredible. Indeed," "When competent people are given enough time to shine, they truly become a star."
"I'll see you in my next life," Inala nodded and vanished with a smile, "It was a pleasure conversing with you,"
"Torq!"
Pet stared at the spot where Inala stood moments before and then turned to speak towards Grehha's cocoon, "I like that guy. I think we could become friends."
[In peaceful times, definitely. But in the current situation, it's pretty much impossible. That
guy might not express it, but he truly cherishes every single bond he has, to the extent he'll sacrifice himself for their sake. So, he refrains from forming any more bonds, afraid they'll overwhelm him.]
The pillar of light emanated by the Minor Treasure of Corporeal Mixer curved to form a set of
words.
"Seeing this in person is amazing." Pet muttered in awe.
At the same time, Inala arrived within a stitched Biome Bomb and stared at the figures of Resha, Virala, and Blola. His eyes trailed onto Blola, asking, "Are you ready?"
"Yes," His expression was pale, brimming with exhaustion as Blola wiped the sweat covering
his forehead. His body was thin, sickly even as he stood up, his legs wobbly as he muttered slowly, "I've barely managed to succeed."
"I've cut off Sumatra's Transcendent Eater from our data!"
Blola had reached the 9-Life Stage, which meant that he had finally accessed the true powers
of a Transcendent Eater, no longer restricted by Sumatra's Transcendent Eater. He fully wielded its power and could harness a level of power that allowed him to suck the resources of Sumatra Continent overnight.
"Can you truly exhibit power on such a level?" Inala asked, "Are you capable of sucking Sumatra dry of its resources?"
"I can," Blola nodded, "Though the moment I try that, I'm afraid a Mystic Tentacle will manifest beside me to destroy me. Or at worst, the Transcendent Mystic Tentacles will smite
me from up there."
"Then, that's good." Inala nodded, "Even if we have no reason to do it, it's still a powerful
card to play. As long as you take root on the Celestial Boar, you can destroy its body through
your roots."
"But I need to train, Inala." Blola sighed, "There's barely enough time to adjust to this
power, not to mention wield it against Brangara."
"It's over for us if he manages to devour me."
"You're not getting anywhere close to him." Inala smiled as he extended his hand, "Well, give
me a body."
"What are you going to do with it?" Blola instinctively covered himself with his arms, turning them into vines to wrap around his body, his expression nervous.
"Something that's a necessity." Inala said and then stared at Resha, "I'm sorry, but I'll be
taking the Celestial Boar's body."
"That's alright," Resha nodded, "It's not necessary for me anymore."
He said as his body melted into a pool of bone and rebuild itself to appear no different from
Brangara, "Since I obtained his form through Virala, I can use the Empyrean Boar King's body alongside my own to build the Celestial Boar body."
"Our foundations are the same, after all." He nodded.
"I expected that," Inala nodded and then stared at Virala, "What about your side?"
"Dude, don't even bother wasting your energy." Virala raised his hand, "If I had a Mystic
Human competent enough to handle the Celestial Boar's body, I would have taken it long ago."
"So yeah," He said as his eyes shone fiercely, "Do what needs to be done."
"I'll be content as long as I avenge Orakha."