I'll Surpass The MC

Chapter 868: Inala’s Bullshit 3.0



Gannala was alive. The only one killed by Brangara was Harrala. But seeing Brangara's mental state, Inala made a convenient lie. Pretty much everyone else was either dead or dying

anyway.

The Infinite Divine Soldier was actually right next to the seated duo, gasping in shock at the reveal, "Inala, you bastard! You...you did what?"

"Tying up the loose ends," Inala shrugged as he turned around to face the Infinite Divine Soldier, "There's nothing left to hate if everyone involved is dead. Otherwise, why do you think Harrala was within Armoury when I obviously brought her to safety before?"

"BASTARD!" The Infinite Divine Soldier roared amidst a mixture of fury and sadness, "Harrala considered you her closest family! And Gannala is your daughter!"

"Brangara, do you know how Gannala was born?" Ignoring the rageful bellows from the Infinite Divine Soldier, Inala stared at Brangara to ask, and then used a Tangible Piezo Slip to recount the entire picture, "Now you understand?"

"Since when did you start planning against the Mammoth Clan?" Brangara nodded in realisation to ask.

"From the very beginning, but I couldn't go ahead with it, since my mind worked against that." Inala tapped his head, "But through you, Amita Brimgan became a reality. As a Cooter Clansman, I could think against the Mammoth Clan. Of course, Amita was aligned with the beliefs of the Cooter Clan, which brought about a whole new set of issues."

"So, you used the differing beliefs to break out of the Mammoth Clan's mould." Brangara thought and blasted a pillar of light at the Infinite Divine Soldier, sending the latter flying away to get a moment's peace to ponder, "Is that why you thought of becoming the Royal Zinger?"

"It was also the only build that suited my original personality while allowing me to fight you." Inala let out a strong exhale as sparks flickered across his body, healing his deteriorating form at lightning speeds.

"After becoming the Royal Zinger, I could have easily flown away and remained out of your sight until the end of your lifespan." Inala stared at Brangara, "But the you back then was different."

"Guess so," Brangara nodded, "You couldn't afford the risk, since the others would try to lead me towards you to make use of your Mystic Grade strength."

"Yes, everyone was capable of that," Inala nodded, "So, even though I could fly through the skies without restriction, and had a perfect build to live out my dreams, I couldn't do that."

"In my rage, I created Astral Puncture." Inala chuckled with unbridled insanity, "It's a blatant fuck-you to everyone since the wielder has gone insane long ago."

"You know," Inala stared at Brangara with a half-crazed expression, "Blola is dead, but Sumatra's Transcendent Eater created another him, an entity perfectly suited to wield the power of a Transcendent Eater and will move for the benefit of Sumatra Continent. Barla's data is currently in his possession."

"However, if Barla ever so manages to think otherwise and fires an Astral Puncture at him, what do you think will happen?" He asked like a mad scientist.

"Will she manage to break free from the Transcendent Eater's control?" Brangara asked.

"Yes, and with her hunger as the Empyrean Boar King, she'll definitely consume that Blola." Inala smirked smugly, "However, the Transcendent Eater will take root in her Astral Chart and consume her from within. But if she manages to fire an Astral Puncture at herself before that while keeping her Voracious Nature active, things will be different."

"How will Voracious Nature change?" Brangara asked, genuinely curious too.

"Who knows?" Inala raised his hands and stretched himself, "There are too many variables and uncertainties involved in the process. It's also a contest between Voracious Nature and Transcendent Eater."

"If you succeed in reverting Turnip into Astral World, find Blola and attempt it." Inala shrugged, "That's if you can manage facing Astral Puncture."

"I already tanked dozens of them to the face," Brangara muttered, "As long as I reach the 8-

Life Stage before I find her, I won't have to worry about facing Astral Puncture."

"Are you sure about that?" Inala chuckled, "Do you recall the ability you had when you possessed twenty-plus Natures of Internal Inertial Gravity?"

"Hearing the cries of newborn Empyrean Tusks..." Brangara muttered.

"That's from a mere twenty-plus Gold Grade Natures," Inala stated arrogantly, "Do you think something on the level of Astral Puncture won't give Barla a few innate traits?"

Sumatra's Strongest Spear!

"She'll be wielding it naturally, like breathing." Inala chuckled, "Unless Astral World is at the 10-Life Stage, you're getting trashed by your daughter."

'She can summon Bolts of Transcendence, unleash Astral Puncture on them, and use them as fuel to strengthen her Astral Puncture.' Brangara immediately thought of a very terrifying thought, 'She can summon those bolts anywhere as she pleases.'

The first few times Barla unleashed Astral Puncture, she couldn't even control it properly. But by the end, she was able to control it, albeit slightly. With enough practice and attuning her body to it over time, thanks to the influence it generated on her body, mind, and soul, Barla would only become more proficient in wielding Astral Puncture.

"Seems you can picture her future strength already," Inala cackled, "Well, good luck in facing

that."

"You've created a monster." Brangara shook his head, turning silent for a few seconds before asking, "What about my sons? Does Blola have them too?"

"Obviously," Inala nodded, "All except one Boar Kings are in his database. But they'll all hate you, since you killed them."

"You got me there," Brangara groaned, "Seriously though, did you have to do that?"

'If I didn't repeatedly push you past your mental limits time and again, Astral World wouldn't have continued to reset your mind until you reached peace with yourself.' Inala thought in silence and flashed a knowing smile at Brangara, 'We wouldn't have reached this point if not for that. Now, as long as you kill me, you'll let go of everything, including your hatred.'

After all, Brangara had technically attained his desire for revenge. Even his desire to kill the Supreme Tusk Gannala had been achieved through Resha. Resha died due to the effects of Unlimited Predator. His presence, strength, etc. were a mirror of the Supreme Tusk Gannala, not the one that had combusted its potential to the Mystic Grade, but the one Brangara witnessed at the time of birth.

Anything else in that regard would just negatively destroy his mind, so Astral World had already gotten rid of it after Resha's death. Systematically, Astral World got rid of everything that plagued the Celestial Boar's mind whenever it was pressed for survival.

'In essence, this entire fight was a psychiatric session for him.' Inala thought as he observed Brangara, understanding that the individual before him now would just be a chill guy by the end of this fight. 'I've resolved both his hatred and left a path for his desire to start a family. Up next, he'll just focus on placating Barla and getting her to accept him as family once again."

That was the new track that Inala had sent Brangara upon. "Oh, by the way, do you want to go gloat upon Virala's fate?"

"Hmm?" Brangara stared in surprise, "How was he revived if Blola died? Does the other Blola control him?"

"No, the one who could revive the Mystic Paths is already dead." Inala shook his head, "Virala has a Minor Treasure that can revive him. He's probably wreaking havoc about now, thanks to your Gracious Inheritor's influence."

"I'll kill him once I deal with you." Brangara expressed coolly, "Or once I revive, whichever is

the earliest."

"He has two Mystic Grade bodies and has trained extensively in martial arts while also strengthening his body. There aren't any other Mystic Humans at the Dralh Sea who could calm his rampaging self. So, they would have requested help from the only individual who can

solve the situation without damaging their pride." Inala raised his eyebrow and elbowed Brangara, "Guess who?"

"Ruvva, huh?" Brangara subtly moved away from Inala and rubbed the part where he had

been elbowed.

"Virala's Mystic Ewworm form is a necessity to birth the Gold Ewworms that all Mystic

Humans fuse with." Inala winked, "Ruvva has more pride than Yarsha and is also responsible

for the safety of both the Brimgan Empire and the fate of the Mystic Humans. What do you think she will do here?"

"With her personality and their relationship..." Brangara recalled his conversation with Ruvva and burst into laughter, "She'll lock Virala and farm him for resources."

"Yes, the Mystic Humans cannot halt their development just because Virala cannot cooperate." Inala nodded, "So, until he recovers, Virala will be living a life worse than death."

"I can't wait to witness it," Brangara giggled in excitement and got up, slowly facing Inala ton/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

ask, "It seems your time is running out. Let's have an enjoyable battle before you die for

good."

"If you have plenty of strength after I'm dead, do whatever you want." Inala stated in seriousness, "But if you're completely exhausted and that creature closes in on you, use the Death Knell Minor Treasure."

"I prepared it just for her, since it's unnecessary to use it on you." Brangara nodded, 'Besides,

even if I lose all my senses now, Turnip won't be affected. Or even if it gets affected, it only makes it easy for Gatin and group to target it and revert it to Astral World.'

Once revived, Brangara could focus on regaining his senses. 'The Brimgan Empire ought to have enough clues since they survived the Death Knell Invasion.'

"Thank you for your cooperation," Inala said as he began to slowly raise his altitude, reaching

a height of two kilometres before assuming his Royal Zinger form. Hovering at the same eye level was Brangara who had assumed Celestial Boar form.

"I'll give you the best fight of your life," The Royal Zinger said as the Kalahatra Desert began

to turn into the Sandy-Grey Void before transforming into Bolts of Transcendence that condensed upon its being.

The skies were lit by the sheer number of bolts reaching the Royal Zinger from the ground. Watching it in earnest, the Celestial Boar roared in laughter as every Unlimited Predator Satellite it had amassed until now flew from afar and gathered in the sky behind it, "Now, that's what I call a proper fight between peers."