Four months after the end of the Varahan Challenge, in a small dwelling in the Sanrey Plains were stone beds covered by Spirit Moss, three in total. Lying unconscious on each was Shuwrak Zahara, Loya, and the Knell Clansman in order.
They had yet to wake up. To ensure their bodies didn’t come under harm, a Mammoth Clansman was stationed as a guard. His task was to occasionally pour Low-Grade Elixirs in the mouths of the trio.
That took care of their physical needs like food, without needing any extra attention. The Mammoth Clansman had zero intentions to truly care for the trio. He only grudgingly followed orders.
Far away from the cave, walking afar a large Free Human Kingdom was the duo of Inala and Gannala. Pointing at the Kingdom, she spoke, "They are all cultivating Mystic Kinesis Art. Most of them lack talent, but as long as they enter the Body Stage, it’s enough for me. I only care about their Primary Natures."
"For a temporary Kingdom..." Inala observed the spherical buildings built out of a white, granite-like material, overlaid with golden patterns that absorbed sunlight during the day and glowed gently during the night, "This looks beautiful!"
"Well, I cannot hold back on the aesthetics." Gannala huffed proudly. "It also motivates me to reach a point in life where I will create my dream Empire and live there happily."
"I am experimenting with the various materials available at this place to see how they perform for infrastructure." Gannala then pointed at a far away spot where there was a pile of rubble, "That was one of the first materials used. At first, the construction seemed extremely robust that I was surprised by it. However,"
She shook her head, "It had an extreme weakness to shockwaves. So, the moment a group of Shock Lizards targeted the buildings, they all came crashing down like a pile of straw."
"So, from behind the scenes, you’re making them dabble in a lot of fields." Inala nodded.
"Only sometimes," Gannala shook her head, "There’s too much on my plate, so I cannot keep track of everything. Instead, I have Weaponisation users helping me around."
She chuckled, "As long as they have two Natures of Weaponisation, they’re able to assume a Nature Weapon form. After that, I equip them onto the Nature slots of some Free Humans and allow them to mingle around the Kingdom."
"There’s a total of seven million Free Humans living here." She said, shocking Inala by the sheer number, "The ones living here are living like Mammoth Clansmen from a birth perspective. There’s a birth among a couple almost every year. So, they have been increasing their numbers at a crazy pace."
"I have also stolen a large number of Free Humans from Kingdoms that recently fell to ruin." She explained, "They were all given a choice to live here, and they chose willingly upon knowing they could switch to Mystic Kinesis Art."
"The Brimgan Empire’s prestige helped you easily convince them, huh?" Inala nodded.
"Yupp," Gannala nodded, "And the Mammoth Clansmen I’ve placed in their Nature Slots help direct their society, making them invest heavily in research and development across a myriad fields."
"The upper echelon are my people, so it’s easy to control the entire Kingdom." Slowly, Gannala introduced the various places in the Kingdom and then brought Inala to a vacant spot. There was nothing here, no walls, no defensive structures, nothing.
It was just flat plains covering a few dozen square kilometres in area. "This is my area. I experiment here."
"Now," Gannala barfed a Nature Weapon and used Dance of Recovery, reverting it into a Mammoth Clan woman who had fused with an Empyrean Megatrice egg. She stared at the woman and asked, "Are you ready?"
"Yes, my Deity!" The Mammoth Clan woman expressed with a flushed face, spending her every awake moment relishing the appearance and presence of her Deity. In a short while, she had already reached the peak of the Body Stage.
Of course, due to the rapid pace at which her strength had been elevated, her foundation wasn’t robust. She might probably hit her limit the moment she enters the 3-Life Stage or even somewhere through the 2-Life Stage.
But as long as she reached the peak of the Body Stage, it was enough. So, Gannala didn’t worry about the stability.
"Then I’ll begin." Gannala equipped the Nature Weapon of Astral Weaponiser in the Mammoth Clan woman’s Secondary Nature slot.
She equipped herself in the body of a Mudropper and unleashed the Skill of Nature Weapon Assimilation, followed by Dance of Annihilation.
Nature Weapon—Empyrean Megatrice Transformation!
"It’s done!" She smiled in relief upon observing the functions of the Nature Weapon, "It works exactly as you said, Dad. The quality is actually better in this case, so the influence it generates should be stronger."
Now, Gannala had a total of three Transformation type Nature Weapons—Empyrean Boar Transformation, Boar King Transformation, and Empyrean Megatrice Transformation.
A few months later, she’ll also obtain the Nature Weapon of Empyrean Tusk Transformation.
Gannala cooly stored the newly created Nature Weapon in her mouth and swallowed it. Considering the short duration it took her, she could have done it whenever she wanted once the Mammoth Clan woman wanted.
However, she wanted to do it at her place of experiments and also show off a little towards Inala. "How was it? I was fast, right?"
"Damn fast," Inala expressed honestly, "You are already faster than me in firing off a Skill."
"Well, I mostly focused on practicing this, while you...had a lot to do." Gannala felt embarrassed upon receiving a proper compliment.
"Anyway," She clapped once to change the subject and began to take out all the necessary ingredients, all of which were Nature Weapons.
Beginner Gold Grade Pranic Beast—Empyrean Boar!
There was a pile of Nature Weapons before her that Gannala casually kicked like they were footballs. Once they were sent flying far apart from each other, she unleashed Dance of Recovery, reverting all the Natures Weapons into their Pranic Beast forms.
"One...ten...eighty..." Inala made a quick headcount and exclaimed in shock, "There’s over 500?"
"That’s the necessary amount," Gannala spontaneously sported a pitiful expression and tugged Inala’s shirt, acting pitiful while her eyes teared up, "Dad, I’ll become poor by the time I am through."
"Poor...poor...pitiful me," She sobbed dramatically and arched backwards, like she was about to faint. However, she dropped the act a few seconds later upon seeing Inala tensing up for war.
"Dad, it’s alright." Gannala said, her hand gently grabbing Inala’s to say gently, "I know what I’m doing. So, don’t worry."
"No," Inala said as his hands turned into Millanir as he clenched his fist and became ready to strike, "What you’re about to do is exactly what started Sumatra Chronicles. No matter what you say, I can’t remain casual here."
"What you’re about to create here is the real deal," He said in all seriousness.
"Indeed, but the result will be a mere baby." Gannala pointed at the Empyrean Boars, "They have all reached maturity, but under my influence, as every day, I equipped myself onto their Nature slots and directed their mental growth."
"See," She pointed at the horde of Empyrean Boars, "They are not doing anything. I have turned them into creatures who follow my orders."
"No need for an explanation." Inala shook his head, having zero intentions to relax, "The moment something amiss happens, I’m destroying it all!"
"It’ll be better to start from scratch than to make history repeat itself." He was staunch in his stance.
"Alright," Gannala let out a sigh, ’Just how powerful was Brangara’s endgame build that even Dad’s this tense?’
Even though she had witnessed the Third Major Disaster, Gannala didn’t fully understand Brangara’s infinite potential, which was why the Mystic Seven desperately went all out, using everything in their arsenal to put an end to everything before their enemy grew beyond the scope of their logic and comprehension.
Nature Weapon—Cultivator!
A Mammoth Clansman with the Nature of Weaponisation was enough for this. Through Internal Derivative Refiner, Gannala turned Weaponisation into Cultivator. This was the Mammoth Clan’s version of Cultivator, and not the one she had, which was derived from the Cooter Clan.
Gannala used the Skill of Nature Weapon Assimilation and turned the Nature Weapon of Cultivator into the Empyrean Boar’s Tertiary Nature.
After that, it was a repeat of history as the Empyrean Boar consumed the hearts of his brethren and continued to accumulate more and more Natures of Voracious Nature in his body.
"Urgh..." The Empyrean Boar was the last one standing as a bloody stench pervaded the region. At this moment, under her command, he activated all his Natures of Voracious Nature, for a moment releasing a Mystic Grade presence and the intent to reach the Transcendence Stage.
But before a Bolt of Transcendence could rain down from the sky, Gannala aimed a Biome Bomb at the Empyrean Boar. Within it was a thin Bolt of Transcendence, exactly the same size as what hit Brangara in the past.
This bolt slammed into the Empyrean Boar as the conditions to hit the Mystic Grade—for the Empyrean Boar Race—was achieved. There was a spike in presence as the very air itself turned volatile.
Beginner Mystic Grade Pranic Beast—Empyrean Boar King!
"Huff!" Unlike the cloudy, docile expression he wore before, his eyes regained clarity as he gazed at Gannala fiercely. He had just entered the Mystic Grade, but his Prana was already undoing all the influence erected on him by Gannala.
"You cannot control me any..." He had just uttered when Gannala appeared behind him, kicked the back of his knees and caused him to buckle to the ground. With a casual twirl of her limbs, she sat on the Empyrean Boar King’s back, using the latter as her chair.
"How DARE YOU!" The Empyrean Boar King roared, when a moment later, a crater had formed on the ground. He was unable to get up, feeling his bones creak due to the weight being exerted on his back, ’H-Heavy! Too heavy!’
’How can a living being even weigh so much?’ He grunted.
"Now, eat this." Gannala said and stuffed a Nature Weapon in his mouth, smirking upon seeing his stomach rumble in response, "Good! Your stomach is digesting things well."
"Do you know what you ate just now?" Her eyes curled up dangerously as Gannala whispered in the Empyrean Boar King’s ears once his body began to rapidly mature, "Do you?"
"W-What is happening to me?" The Empyrean Boar King stammered in shock to see his Prana values skyrocket as his strength continued to climb up endlessly, "What did you feed me?"
"Something your predecessor wished to eat the most." Said Gannala.