?"Ha…haha…hahaha!" Virala was unable to control his nervous laughter as he collapsed onto the floor and stared at Brandal Brimgan's head, one attached to a forming Nature Weapon. Space was twisting at the spot to create it.
The latter was resisting fiercely despite Weaponisation already taking effect. Virala absorbed Prana from the surroundings, since it seeped into his body naturally. He then poured it into Brandal Brimgan after activating Weaponisation.
If it hadn't been for the golden giant's influence causing havoc in Brandal Brimgan's mind, the latter would have destroyed the twisting space and broken out already. This was despite the effect of the Dance of Annihilation being unleashed from his mind.
"You're not the top expert of Sumatra for no reason," Virala said and maintained the status quo. After all, ensuring that Brandal Brimgan wasn't dead worked in his favour too, since he could extract valuable information from him.
The Empyrean Tusk in Brandal Brimgan's mind danced while slamming large clusters of information into the tornado that had appeared in his mind. As a result, a volume of information hundreds of times that was extracted from Virala poured out of his mind every second, rapidly filling up the region with tangible information clusters.
Virala used a Bone Slip to absorb the information, rapidly having to produce more Bone Slips as they were quickly filled up.
Stage 1—Tusk!
He condensed a tusk and used it as a Bone Slip, watching a pile of tusks form beside him quickly.
The Empyrean Tusk continued to dance in Brandal Brimgan's mind. Having been hiding there for the past six years as parts of its body accumulated over the years, the pieces had scoured through the place and determined which information clusters were the most important.
These were targeted first once the Empyrean Tusk took shape. It was related to Brandal Brimgan's memories and experience in using the Skill of Spirit Weapon Switch, which was another reason he was unable to use it at that moment.
The memories and experiences of whatever he used to attack Virala were targeted by the Empyrean Tusk and sent flying into the tornado. As a result, Brandal Brimgan failed to unleash his true strength and couldn't kill Virala.
But even in such a situation, in the time it took the tornado to eject the respective information out of his mind, Brandal Brimgan managed to sever most of Virala's neck. That was how dangerous the situation was.
However, it was a small price to pay for defeating the fourth strongest existence on Sumatra Continent. All of this stemmed from the fact of a lack of versatility.
Virala had the Empyrean Tusk that could move about in the mind with a sentient nature of its own while Brandal Brimgan had no idea of the existence of such an ability. Hence, he wasn't guarded against such an attack.
Moreover, Virala acted as a tortured victim for the past six years, unable to resist as valuable information was extracted from him in droves.
All these caused Brandal Brimgan to let down his guard. Most of all, he was dead tired, having pushed himself to finish the creation of the Mystic Nature Weapon of Worm—he had to actively control Virala's body for all the unleashed effects. And when it succeeded, the jubilation from success and relief from the end of the monumental task put him in his most defenceless state.
Virala targeted him at that exact time, causing the Empyrean Tusk in Brandal Brimgan's mind to unleash the effect of the Dance of Annihilation. He had made calculations towards this outcome and had been steadily feeding his target with information to manipulate his actions and exhaust him to the limit.
It was a carefully laid out plan, and even then, despite having the advantage every step of the way, he almost lost his life. Had he been a moment late in shattering the Spirit Container Seal, his head would have been on the floor now.
"Hehehe…" It took him a while to recover from the shock as Virala mechanically stored the abundant information in the Bone Slips. With the Empyrean Tusk proactively chucking information fragments in the tornado, Brandal Brimgan lost a year's worth of memories every few minutes.
Four days later, information stopped pouring out of his head. The resistance offered to the effects of Weaponisation also vanished in response. Virala observed Brandal Brimgan's head for a moment and hesitated, "If I stopped Weaponisation now, the twisting space would collapse. His body will recover to its original state."
A 10-Life Stage body that had been perfectly stacked and equipped with eight Minor Treasures. It would be damn easy to equip himself into it and wield Brandal Brimgan's power. He already had all of the latter's memories and could live as him.
So, as long as he absorbs and comprehends them all, he could live a life as Brandal Brimgan and wield the strength of Sumatra Continent's fourth strongest. "Man, what an irony."
"Just when I am about to let it all go is when such an alluring option presents itself." He sighed with a forlorn expression before chuckling, "But, such a life isn't interesting. Maybe Blola is the type who'll be content with sitting like a turtle in safety, but not me."
"I mean," He laughed, "If I just wanted to live in peace and luxury, I would have been content remaining on Earth."
He deactivated Weaponisation, watching Brandal Brimgan's body recover. He stared at it, deciding after a while, "Since Gannala has my Weaponisation, she can make use of this body. I'll consider this as my compensation to the Mammoth Clan for consuming their resources until now, and…"
He muttered softly, "for what I'm about to do next."
Virala took a seat to the side and stared at himself for one last time, "This will all be changing now."
"Let's begin!" He roared as the four Empyrean Tusks bombarded a certain section in his mind space, beginning to break through a mysterious layer that resembled glass. Once it shattered, a vast stream of information flooded his mind, "Again!"
Using the golden giant's influence, he made the four Empyrean Tusks attack the tornado and slammed it into the layer, watching it crack in response before shattering. Behind it was a volume of information, unlike anything, giving him a headache for a moment as the final portion of Mystic Bone Art revealed itself.
Virala wasn't concerned about that but instead stared at a mysterious container emanating the same presence as the Empyrean Tusks, hovering in the farthest corners, "There you are!"
It was his Mystic Path!
The Empyrean Tusks latched onto it and began to tear into it like a piece of meat, consuming it bit by bit as Virala activated Internal Astral Cultivator. The Empyrean Tusks could be controlled through his Nature of Weaponisation.
So, once that was activated, a connection was established between the Empyrean Tusks and the Nature through Prana, allowing Virala to come in contact with his Mystic Path that remained elusive until now.
He then surged the effects of Internal Astral Cultivator through this stream of Prana and used his Gold Nature Weapon of Tusk as fuel, watching the mess happening in his mind space.
Minor Treasure—Goated Moustache!
Carrying Prana filled with the effects of Internal Astral Cultivator, his moustache dug into the golden giant's stomach and absorbed its influence like crazy. In response, his Mystic Path lit up and began to accumulate his essence, drawing everything into it.
As he revved Mystic Bone Art like crazy, his stomach biome worked in overdrive and was further terraformed. Space bent as other biomes in his body dissolved and flushed into his stomach biome, following which it began to condense his genetics as a Mammoth Clansman.
"Haah!" Virala took a deep breath, nervous despite having gone through the process mentally thousands of times until now. "Now, onto the final push!"
"Refine everything!" Virala grunted as his Minor Treasure of Goated Moustache manifested in his stomach biome and was sucked into his Spirit Container by the Gold Nature Weapon of Tusk. They were then transformed into fuel that funnelled into his Mystic Path, carrying with it all his traits as a Mammoth Clansman, including Mystic Bone Art.
Its information from his mind was wiped out, sucked into the Mystic Path. By now, the four Empyrean Tusks had fused into a singular whole, massive as compared to before. It then trumpeted once before consuming his Mystic Path.
And then, Virala stared with a heated gaze, sighing at the emotional pain he was experiencing, "Goodbye, Weaponisation."
His Spirit Container—in the shape of an Empyrean Tusk—
crumbled, carrying with it his Secondary Nature of Weaponisation that was used as a fuel into the Empyrean Tusk in his mind space. And then…
Virala dropped to the peak of the Spirit Stage!