Chapter 132 - Translation

Chapter 132 Weird Plant Spirit Container Things were going as planned until Blola arrived at the Clan. He had even prepared a one-off use ability just to fool Resha's senses. He only wished to sell the Spirit Moss in his possession and buy some Empyrean Tusk bone powder to build his body. Following that, he intended to dip and flee to the Brimgan Empire. Based on the herd's route, he would be able to meet them in a couple of decades. By then, he would have used up all the bone powder and also amassed enough Spirit Moss to trade once again. That was his plan. Unfortunately for him, things started going downhill from the moment the Boar King appeared. It seemed his presence had set off a chain reaction inside him. Remember the Parute Seed he had consumed? That suddenly manifested within his Spirit Container. After becoming an Empyrean Tusk, his Spirit Container had taken the shape of an adult Empyrean Tusk. But after the Parute Seed's appearance, that began to change. Roots protruded from the Parute Seed and gradually filled up the Empyrean Tusk's legs. Its stem filled the body while a flower bloomed out of its trunk, gradually transforming into a pitcher that could bloom like a flower, with the petals covered by jagged teeth. It had suddenly taken on Eldritch qualities, terrifying Blola. The entire process happened gradually over the course of a week. It was subtle and didn't even alert him, growing like a plant undetected by all. By the time Blola noticed it, things had already progressed beyond recovery. Even though Blola trod the same path as Resha, their timing was different. When Resha consumed the Parute Seed, he was in the Life Stage. The case was the same as when he obtained the Tertiary Nature of Spirit Moss Cultivator. But what about Blola? The first Nature he obtained was that of Spirit Moss Cultivator. This was when he was in the Spirit Stage. Secondly, he consumed the Parute Seed while at the Spirit Stage too. The Parute Seed was something that formed at the end of a million years. What exactly was a Parute Tree, how it came into existence, etc. none knew about it. Even Sumatra Chronicles never delved into the matter. The only account regarding the Parute Seed was from Resha's perspective. And it happened towards the endgame. Soon after he consumed the Parute Seed, Resha was killed by the Boar King. So, if there were any hidden effects in the Parute Seed, it was unknown as Resha was killed before it could manifest. And that seemed to be the truth here. Resha was at the Life Stage when he had done so, already building his second body. Therefore, he was resistant to changes even at the genetic level. But Blola's case was different since he consumed the Parute Seed at the Spirit Stage. With his Spirit Container being empty, rich with Prana but no body being built into it, the Parute Seed considered it the perfect pot to take root into. It manifested there and began to grow. Soon, it covered the Spirit Container and took hold of it, beginning to morph its shape too. When that happened, Blola hurriedly made up a story and rushed to seek Raaha's help. If anyone could help him, then it was Raaha, a Mammoth Clansman who stood at the peak of Sumatra. That leads to his present. 'Is this even a Pranic Beast?' Raaha observed Blola's Spirit Container, 'It exudes a primal feeling unlike anything I've ever sensed.' "Is that still under your control?" He asked. "Yes," Blola nodded, "But I'm terrified by its presence and appearance. It has already swallowed my Pranic Beast and permanently changed my Spirit Container." 'Either this can become a boon or the greatest of curses.' Raaha thought and probed deeper into his body, soon approaching his Nature slots, muttering in confusion, "Wait, why is there only your Secondary Nature of Spirit Moss Cultivator?" "What happened to your Primary Nature?" "It was swallowed," Blola cried. This was what pained him the most. After going through all efforts, and surviving countless encounters with death, he finally obtained the power of Internal Inertial Gravity, the most potent power to exist in Sumatra. But now, that was no more. The weird plant had consumed it. As a result, he despaired. Internal Inertial Gravity was his hope in becoming one of the strongest cultivators of Sumatra Continent. But that hope was squashed mercilessly. "Don't lose hope so soon," Raaha said as he continued to observe. One of the roots of the weird plant extended out before wrapping around Blola's Secondary Nature. "No! No! NO! NOO!" Blola was going mad as he felt it clearly this time. Unfortunately for him, the plant didn't seem to care about his thoughts. Like absorbing nutrients from the soil, the plant's roots absorbed the Secondary Nature of Spirit Moss Cultivator. In a few hours, the slot turned empty. Blola had lost his Secondary Nature too. His eyes turned vacant as he stared blankly into space, with thoughts of suicide streaming into his mind from time to time. 'What…am I supposed to do now?' Blola despaired, 'Nothing! There's nothing left for me anymore. Why should I continue to struggle? This fucking plant would eat up everything anyway.' "Are you still in control of it?" Raaha asked. "I can't do shit against it!" Blola shrieked. But an instant later, his body failed to budge an inch. Only then did he realise he was talking to the Mammoth Clan Chief, a powerhouse among powerhouses, one of the reasons the Boar King failed to kill any Empyrean Tusks part of his herd. "Have you calmed down enough?" Raaha asked calmly after a couple of minutes, his voice coercive, "Are you still in control of it?" For some reason, his voice calmed down Blola, causing him to instinctively focus on the weird plant that had now become his Spirit Container. After a minute of observation, he said, "It's still my Spirit Container. That hasn't changed, despite me being unable to control it." "Then wait," Raaha commanded, "Whatever it wishes to do, let it run its course. I'll be keeping a watch to ensure you're alive." Against such a situation that made no sense, even that guarantee was enough. As long as Blola was alive, he could build his strength once again. Whether or not his willpower could endure the process was another matter entirely. A few more hours passed in such a fashion before which, the weird plant seemed to have stabilised. It didn't do anything after finishing its growth. But immediately in response, intense hunger pervaded his being as Blola felt like he was going insane, "H-H-Hungry!" "I'm hungry!" !

**Chapitre 132 : Un Conteneur Spirituel Végétal Étrange** Tout se déroulait comme prévu jusqu’à l’arrivée de Blola au Clan. Il avait même préparé une capacité éphémère pour brouiller les sens de Resha. Son seul but était de vendre sa Mousse Spirituelle et d’acheter de la poudre d’os de Défense Empyréenne pour renforcer son corps. Puis, il comptait disparaître et fuir vers l’Empire Brimgan. Selon l’itinéraire de la horde, il pourrait les rejoindre dans quelques décennies. D’ici là, il aurait épuisé la poudre d’os et accumulé assez de Mousse Spirituelle pour un nouvel échange. Tel était son plan. Mais tout bascula dès l’apparition du Roi Sanglier. Sa présence sembla déclencher une réaction en chaîne en lui. Vous rappelez-vous de la Graine de Parute qu’il avait avalée ? Elle s’était soudain réveillée dans son Conteneur Spirituel. Après être devenu une Défense Empyréenne, son Conteneur Spirituel avait pris la forme d’un adulte de son espèce. Mais la Graine de Parute changea tout. Des racines jaillirent et envahirent progressivement les pattes de la Défense. La tige colonisa son corps tandis qu’une fleur éclosait sur son tronc, se métamorphosant en une urne aux pétales dentelés. L’ensemble avait pris une apparence Étrange, terrifiant Blola. Le processus s’étala sur une semaine, insidieux comme la croissance d’une plante. Quand Blola s’en rendit compte, il était déjà trop tard. Bien qu’il ait suivi la même voie que Resha, leur timing diffèrait. Resha avait consommé la Graine de Parute au Stade de la Vie, tout comme lorsqu’il obtint la Nature Tertiaire de Cultivateur de Mousse Spirituelle. Mais Blola ? Sa première Nature fut celle de Cultivateur de Mousse Spirituelle au Stade Spirituel. Puis il ingéra la Graine de Parute, toujours à ce stade. La Graine de Parute était une relique vieille d’un million d’années. Nul ne savait ce qu’était un Arbre Parute, ni son origine. Même les *Chroniques de Sumatra* n’en parlaient pas. Le seul témoignage venait de Resha, vers la fin du jeu. Peu après l’avoir absorbée, Resha fut tué par le Roi Sanglier. Si la Graine cachait des effets secrets, ils restèrent inconnus, Resha ayant disparu avant leur manifestation. Et c’est ce qui semblait se confirmer ici. Resha était au Stade de la Vie, construisant son deuxième corps. Il résistait aux mutations, même génétiques. Mais Blola, lui, avait ingéré la Graine au Stade Spirituel. Avec un Conteneur Spirituel vide, gorgé de Prana mais sans corps en formation, la Graine y trouva un terreau idéal. Elle s’y installa et grandit, colonisant le Conteneur Spirituel jusqu’à en modifier la forme. Affolé, Blola improvisa un prétexte et courut chercher l’aide de Raaha. Seul Raaha, membre éminent du Clan des Mammouths, pouvait l’aider. Ce qui nous amène au présent. *Est-ce vraiment une Bête Pranique ?* Raaha examina le Conteneur Spirituel de Blola. *Son aura est primitive, différente de tout ce que j’ai connu.* « Est-il toujours sous ton contrôle ? » demanda-t-il. « Oui, » mentit Blola. « Mais son apparence m’effraie. Il a dévoré ma Bête Pranique et transformé mon Conteneur Spirituel. » *Bénédiction ou malédiction ?* Raaha scruta ses Emplacements de Nature et s’étonna : « Pourquoi n’y a-t-il que ta Nature Secondaire de Cultivateur de Mousse Spirituelle ? Où est ta Nature Primaire ? » « Avalée aussi », gémit Blola. Cette perte le torturait. Après tant d’épreuves, il avait enfin obtenu le Pouvoir de la Gravité Inertielle Interne, le plus redoutable de Sumatra. Mais cette plante monstrueuse l’avait anéanti. Désespéré, il songea au suicide. La Gravité Inertielle Interne était son ticket pour devenir un maître du Continent. Désormais, plus rien. « Ne baisse pas les bras », conseilla Raaha. Une racine enlaça soudain la Nature Secondaire de Blola. « Non ! NON ! » Blola paniqua, sentant l’absorption cette fois. Impuissant, il regarda la plante engloutir sa Nature Secondaire. En quelques heures, l’emplacement fut vidé. Blola, hagard, envisagea de renoncer à la vie. *Que me reste-t-il ?* se lamenta-t-il. *Rien. Cette saleté finira par tout consommer.* « Le contrôles-tu toujours ? » insista Raaha. « JE N’AI AUCUN POUVOIR SUR LUI ! » hurla Blola. Puis il se figea, réalisant à qui il parlait : le Chef du Clan des Mammouths, un titan qui avait protégé sa horde du Roi Sanglier. « Te voilà calmé ? » Raaha le toisa, imposant. « Réponds : le contrôles-tu ? » Étrangement, sa voix rasséréna Blola. Il se concentra sur la plante, désormais son Conteneur Spirituel. « Il m’appartient toujours, même si je ne peux le maîtriser », admit-il après un silence. « Alors attends », ordonna Raaha. « Laisse-la agir. Je veillerai à ta survie. » Dans cette situation incompréhensible, cette promesse suffisait. Tant qu’il vivrait, Blola pourrait se reconstruire. Quelques heures plus tard, la plante se stabilisa. Mais une faim vorace s’empara alors de Blola, le faisant délirer : « J’ai faim… J’AI FAIM ! »