?"Are you…alright?" Yarsha Zahara asked upon seeing her husband's shrivelled form.
"Nope, but I have good news." Virala emulated the Boar King's character as best as he could. Since this body was stored underground before the Boar King changed a lot in terms of character, it was easy to act as him, since this body was closer to his version from Sumatra Chronicles.
"Good news?" Yarsha Zahara's exhausted eyes bloomed in response. After her study was destroyed by Virala, she didn't have much time to research, forced to spend most of her time protecting the Varahan Mansion.
It had been nine years since that incident, and most of Fentan City's current populace was from outsiders. But that didn't mean that people would stay still and let things slide. Since direct attacks weren't effective against her abilities, the people of Fentan City transformed Varahan Mansion into their garbage disposal site.
All their daily wastages would be gathered into a Spirit Weapon in the shape of a bin and then chucked into the estate. Once it was high enough in the air, the Spirit Weapon would retreat, causing all sorts of trash to rain down onto the estate.
The majority of the defensive efforts were now related to cleaning up the trash. But since the entire city was throwing their trash, it was hard to clean everything. And as if that wasn't enough, exclusive railways came from other cities, carrying the most special and disgusting of trash from all over the Empire to be disposed of at the Varahan Mansion.
The only way to get rid of them was to either throw them out, which wasn't possible as the people outside were overwhelming. There were more than enough hands to throw the stuff back in, rather happily at that.
Putting them in a landfill was of no use, considering the sheer volume. In the end, the only option left was to burn them all, which meant the spread of toxic fumes throughout the place.
Yarsha Zahara had her hands full dealing with all sorts of contaminants and flammable substances that were sneakily added to the garbage. They exploded from time to time and made an absolute mess of things.
And despite everything, she had to grow crops in the estate, for they wouldn't have food to eat otherwise. Yarsha Zahara worked round the clock with her kids and was damn exhausted, both mentally and physically.
If not for the fact that she calculated her husband was about to enter the 3-Life Stage, which was the minimum most cultivation necessary to face the Brimgan Empire without issues, she would have asked him to return already.
A few more months, and he would enter the 3-Life Stage. She could recall him then and finally be rid of all troubles. Having been enduring such a bleak state of being for so many years, Yarsha Zahara was happy to hear some good news, 'Finally!'
"Come here," Virala grabbed her hand and dragged her to the master room, speaking once they were alone, "I have managed to condense my essence to a critical level. Our next child will be a genius, unlike anything we've ever seen."
"More…than me?" Yarsha Zahara asked, stunned by the declaration, "Do you understand what you're saying? Someone more talented than me is impossible to be born. I'm the genetic peak."
"I thought so too, until now." Virala said and inched closer to her, "Why don't you check it for yourself in ten months?"
"Confident, are we?" Yarsha raised an eyebrow and kissed him, muttering after a minute of contact, "It has been…a decade. I forgot how it feels."
"I'll rekindle your memory." Virala grinned and did the deed with her, spending the next few days with her.
"Your presence has become…faint." Yarsha Zahara said upon seeing Virala get up from the bed.
"My time is up," Virala acted like the Boar King and clenched his hand into a fist, "I'll combust my remaining self."
"Take care," Yarsha Zahara pecked him on the forehead, "This is the last for your body."
"I'll treasure it," Virala stared at her belly in pride, "Soon, you'll understand what I'm talking about."
His gaze narrowed as he focused on the condensed orb in his mindspace, watching it shimmer in response, 'Good, it means a foetus has begun forming in her. Once the baby is born, the transfer will be complete. I'll become pure and without risks after that.'
Virala bode farewell to Yarsha Zahara's children one by one, starting with Barla, 'Screw you.'
Then Brana, 'Screw you too.'
Followed by Baga, 'Screw you very much.'
And Braga, 'You'll be screwed soon.'
Finally, Yaha, 'Screw you in the future.'
And the youngest, Hara, 'Last but not the least, screw you obviously.'
He casually walked to the pit he came out from and entered it, unable to control his laughter once he covered the top and arrived deep underground, "Bwahahahaha! I fucked the Boar King's wife and she loved every second of it!"
He then controlled himself after a minute of laughter, transformed into a worm, and drilled out in the way he came from, returning to the golden giant, intending to visit when the child is born, 'Before that, I need to do three things. First, I'll anonymously gift Brandal Brimgan's body to Gannala. Second, I'll pin the blame for everything on Inala. I can now understand why he's so terrifying. I have just trodden his information path for six years and my gains are already tremendous. He must be a monster by now. So, let him deal with the Boar King's blinding rage.'
His gaze then hardened, 'Third, I need to ensure my body at the Mammoth Clan dies.'
His current body was unaffiliated to the Mammoth Clan in the complete sense. And that also included the revival mechanism placed in Blola. This meant that in the future, as Blola beats up the Transcendent Eater's mind further and gains access to most of the information stored in it, nothing about Virala would turn up.
After all, his body's information was no longer being coded into it. He had broken out of the revival mechanism set up by Renduldu. 'But my body at the Mammoth Clan is still connected to it. There might be a mental clash if we come within 180 metres of each other.'
He didn't wish for his body and mind to be polluted by his Mammoth Clansman self. And hence, the Mammoth Clansman Virala has to die. Once he's killed, the record in the Transcendent Eater about him will be erased.
'I fear Inala too will break free of the Mammoth Clan's chains.' Virala thought once he arrived at the golden giant's stomach, feeling peaceful as he allowed his body to be influenced by it. As long as he camps here, he'll continue to become stronger. "That guy is too smart to be restricted. Who else will plot for such an outcome?"
He thought and made a list in the increasing order of likelihood, "Resha, Grehha, Blola, Orakha, and Yennda. Damn, Yennda has the third highest possibility in thinking of breaking free?"
"Then, I guess all of them will remain stuck." Virala thought as he recalled Brandal Brimgan's information, "I should use everything at his disposal to grow stronger. Since my cultivation technique has changed, I can no longer use my Skills of the past."
He sighed in response, "Guess I have to start from zero. And once the opportunity presents itself, I must put my other body as a corpse here. That way, it'll just seem like I died while Brandal Brimgan vanished."
"Okay, that'll work." Virala nodded, "If anything doesn't make sense, I'll pin the blame on the Boar King. He's the solution to everything unknown and no one dares to question him."