"Or rather, instead of just leaving behind your build, you can exist as your build and protect the Brimgan Empire through the ages."
At Orakha’s words, Boul Brimgan frowned in thought as his eyes darted to the side to stare at the Kinesis Feline standing there, "Do you mean...through them?"
"No," Instead, Orakha pointed at the Influenced Region of Golden Deity, "I meant through it."
"How?" Boul Brimgan was unable to fully figure it out. He had some ideas, which were exactly what he had been working on. However, he couldn’t perceive the full picture. He then stared at himself, slowly observing his form from head to toe.
Slowly, as minutes passed, realisation set in him, "Impossible!"
"This..." He stared at Orakha with wide-eyed epiphany, "This will change everything."
"Exactly!" Orakha chuckled in excitement, "I felt that could be the case when I saw traces of Unlimited Predator in your destructive beam."
State Of Harmony—Brimgan Deity!
It was Boul Brimgan’s ultimate state of being, one in which he was able to fight against even the Celestial Boar. He already had Sumatra Gold in his build, ten pieces at that. He was also in the process of integrating two Rirenal Minor Treasures of Kinesis Beyblade into his build.
Ignoring that, the fact that Sumatra Gold was in his build already implied he had everything necessary. As long as he keeps using Mystic Kinesis Art after assuming his Brimgan Deity form, and remains to cultivate in the stomach of the Golden Deity, it was just a matter of time before that became his build.
Brimgan Deity!
’Now that I think about it, the clues existed all along.’ Orakha thought, ’Since the very beginning, everything we have been creating was based on three pieces.’
Mystic Bone Art!
Mystic Mist Art!
Gold Kinesis Art!
These three formed the base and the backbone of everything that had been created on Sumatra. For example, Mystic Sumatra Art used Gold Kinesis Art’s refining capabilities as the base and supplemented it with the bone refining and fluid refining capabilities of Mystic Bone Art and Mystic Mist Art respectively.
Mystic Nature Art was pretty much Gold Kinesis Art slapped with a filter of Mystic Bone Art. Mystic Royal Art was a fusion between Mystic Bone Art and Mystic Mist Art.
All creations could be attributed to these three bases. Brangara’s entire build could also be traced back to Mystic Bone Art. The compatibility with Mystic Bone Art was exactly why the Empyrean Boar Race had been picked to be fed upon by the Mammoth Clan in the first place.
Similar to everything else, Brangara and Yarsha Zahara too derived inspiration from the three to create by far the most special being on Sumatra—Yamahara.
"A Human Avatar Minor Treasure," Orakha said in a daze as he analysed, eyeing the trio before him, "Brimgan Deity will be a Human Avatar with the properties of a Minor Treasure."
Even though a Brimgan Royal had the Secondary Nature of Minor Treasure, possessing ten Minor Treasures at the peak of their build, the core of their strength lay in their Human Avatar. Therefore, the end result was still a Human Avatar.
However, it would be a Human Avatar that had fully integrated the effects of a Minor Treasure, which was exactly the State of Harmony—Brimgan Deity.
Staying in the Influenced Region of Golden Deity’s stomach will keep influencing their Brimgan Deity form until eventually, it will be stably maintained for perpetuity.
"Minor Treasures unleash a pillar of light, right?" Orakha concluded, "Since Minor Treasures are a part of this build, the Brimgan Deity would use that energy to maintain itself."
"It’ll become the first perpetual state of Harmony." Orakha said, "If ever it is about to run out of influence, just like a Minor Treasure, it only needs to fuse with a living being. And then, it will gradually recharge itself."
"I see the picture you’re drawing." Boul Brimgan thought through from his side and felt that Orakha’s thoughts were realistic...no, it would work. "However, I’m not at full strength now."
"Your human body, yes." Orakha nodded, "Nothing can be done about that. But isn’t your Human Avatar in the process of accumulating in you already?"
"Even if it was scattered in the Kalahatra Desert, it should have started already. My Minor Treasures were absolutely destroyed, but they had already reformed themselves." Orakha eyed Boul Brimgan, "And I’m pretty sure you’ve brought all the Rirenal part of your build here already."
"So, how much have you recovered, Your Majesty?"
’At times, you are pretty scary.’ Boul Brimgan thought as he snapped his finger and lifted nine Human Avatars from the mouth of the Golden Giant, "They’ve already finished forming."
"But," He shook his head, "I haven’t succeeded in integrating them into my stack. They are my Human Avatars in form, but not substance."
"Wait..." Orakha frowned, "Why are there nine of them there?"
He eyed Boul Brimgan in confusion, "Shouldn’t you still be at the 4-Life Stage? That means, there should only be 6 Human Avatars there."
"Wait..." Orakha thought of something as he stared at Ruvva to ask, "Did Grehha make a visit?"
"Your deduction is accurate," Ruvva nodded and grew silent. She stared at the ground, twirled her toe to make a few circles and seemed distracted. After a while, she said, "He came to collect sperm samples."
"What?" Orakha shot a glance at Boul Brimgan, "And you’re alright with such a thing? You do realise the risk associated with such an action, right?"
"I’m aware it could be misused. However, as people who fought side by side in the Third Major Disaster, I decided to place my trust in Grehha." Boul Brimgan said, "He will assist me in extracting the healthiest sample of sperm that’s inherent with all my genetic accumulations."
"In the long line of Brimgan Royals, I am the one who is the most attuned to Rutham." Boul Brimgan said, "And as long as my child inherits all of my talents, I will be content."
’Then, reverting one body to human form would have sufficed.’ Orakha was silent for a couple minutes, deep in thought, before asking, "What was the reason for failure?"
"First body didn’t have any sperm. And it didn’t have enough time to produce any." Boul Brimgan explained, "Two seconds after reverting to human form, my first body turned into a molten sludge."
"My second body had a sufficient amount. However, none of the sperm was good enough. Some had semi-decent traits of me, but nothing special." Boul Brimgan sighed, "Grehha had inspected every sperm cell individually."
"The third body had pretty good ones. However," Boul Brimgan nudged at Ruvva, "Their dominant traits turned recessive against hers. The birthed progeny wouldn’t possess either of our traits."
"Give me a moment," Orakha let out a long breath as he slumped on the floor and alternated his gaze between Ruvva and Boul Brimgan. Eventually, he focused on Ruvva to ask, "Are you sure?"
"I only wish you’ll have a child born out of love, nothing else. You’re not obligated towards anything or anyone." Orakha didn’t mince his words, "If anyone is forcing you, tell me."
It was a direct threat aimed at Boul Brimgan, for only he had the strength to force Ruvva into submission.
Boul Brimgan’s brows creased in response, but he didn’t say anything, aware of how Orakha viewed Ruvva. ’He does have the right to worry about her well-being. He did all that to ensure she could live without worries.’
And that was what made Ruvva into an existence no force wanted to harm. Even when Brangara infiltrated the Brimgan Empire and ran into her, he didn’t harm her. Orakha had done a lot of groundwork to give Ruvva such an identity and turned her into a bystander of the war between Brangara and the Mystic Seven.
"I’m sure, uncle." Ruvva smiled, "It was my decision in the first place."
Orakha made eye contact with Ruvva, staring for a while to be absolutely sure Ruvva was telling the truth. And once he realised that was the case, he heaved a slow breath, "I guess you are an adult now."
"I am around 55 this year, Uncle." Ruvva pouted, "I am anything but young."
"That’s a negligible fraction of your lifespan," Orakha commented. Once the Violet Mystic Path takes effect, Ruvva’s Secondary Body of Empyrean Tusk will enter the Mystic Grade, boosting her lifespan.
With two Mystic Grade bodies, Ruvva’s lifespan will become a whopping 20,000 years. Of course, Sumatra’s limit was 10,000 years. That was still an ocean’s worth of life waiting for her. Her current age was nothing before it.
"What’s the plan then?" Orakha asked Boul Brimgan, "You said none of the sperms extracted from your three bodies were suitable. What’s the plan then? What if your last body doesn’t have anything suitable either?"
"We’ve been waiting for Grehha in that regard." Boul Brimgan said, "He’s preparing a construct that is capable of creating my sperm with all my talents by extracting all of my essence."
He pointed at Ruvva, "And it’ll be one compatible with her genetics and be born a Free Human."
"Did he succeed?" Orakha asked.
"He should, soon." Boul Brimgan nodded.
"Alright," Orakha didn’t inquire for details beyond that. Instead, he stared at Boul Brimgan to ask respectfully, "Your Majesty,"
He extracted a Minor Treasure of Orakha’s Checkpoint and presented it to Boul Brimgan, "I request your permission to officially turn it into mine."
"What do you mean?" Boul Brimgan asked as he stared at the Minor Treasure.
"In essence," Orakha pointed at its appearance, "I intend to fully turn it into mine."
Boul Brimgan’s gaze turned complex in response as he stared at the Minor Treasure, ’Father.’
When Yahard Tusk broke them at the Kalahatra Desert, the Minor Treasures shattered to first shed Brandal Brimgan’s appearance, reverted to Orakha’s appearance, and then were destroyed.
However, when they rebuilt themselves now, they had Brandal Brimgan’s appearance once again. After all, they were formed from his Human Avatar.
And now, Orakha intended to make them his, as in his Human Avatars, which would fully erase the last of Brandal Brimgan’s traces. That was why he asked for Boul Brimgan’s permission.
He didn’t need to, since he already repaid that favour long ago using Sumatra Gold. Still, he wanted to be polite.
"It’s yours," Boul Brimgan said and closed his eyes. Once he spoke, Orakha climbed into the Golden Deity’s stomach and hollered as all the data in his mind space was forcibly extracted.
His body collapsed limply on the floor as the ten Minor Treasures of Orakha’s Checkpoint came out. They absorbed the influence in the stomach and attracted all the tangible data into them.
Absorbing them, each Minor Treasure flexed its body and little by little, changed appearance to match Orakha.
"Goodbye, Father." Boul Brimgan muttered under his breath as his eyes turned moist. Slowly, as he watched, the ten Minor Treasures of Orakha’s Checkpoint fully morphed to take on Orakha’s appearance.
Right as they had done so, they joined hands and ran in a circle, as if making merry. They released their pillar of light, which combined into a thicker beam and slammed into the stomach’s ceiling.
A few seconds later, there was a rumble as a massive pillar of light slammed into them.
Major Treasure—Deity!
It had appeared in the centre of the circle as the ten figures of Orakha, still holding each other’s hands, jumped on it to fuse into one.