Chapter 163 - Translation

Chapter 163 Orakha Leaves for Brimgan Empire "Who came to know this information?" Raaha asked. "Inala," Orakha said, "He's currently living in a region blocked from the rest of Sumatra by a Mudropper's powers." "A Mudropper?" Raaha was stunned, "There's still a Mudropper in Sumatra?" "Yes," Orakha nodded, "In the region it created, there exist four other Silver Grade Pranic Beasts: Rockatrice, Carcass Snail, Rooted Clam, and a Boutique Lizard. There's also an offshoot of the Brimgan Empire living there. They call themselves the Ganrimb Kingdom." "Currently, all five Silver Grade Pranic Beasts are in the process of creating a Ravaged Tribe. Seeing their actions was what inspired the Boar King to create his Clansmen." Orakha sighed. Honestly, he wished to know more about Inala upon knowing the influence he had on the Boar King. But there was a limit to what he could find out from the database. All core information regarding Resha and the reincarnates was heavily protected. Had he tried to access them, the Transcendent Eater's will would have surfaced, putting an end to his plans. Hence, he didn't disturb them and only absorbed the information he could obtain without consequences. Even that was a lot, allowing him to know what the Resha and the reincarnates were up to. After explaining everything he wanted, Orakha said, "Chief, there's a problem with Blola." "I know," Raaha said, "I have been observing him all along. So, I have an idea already." The Transcendent Eater's revival wasn't without limits. The stronger the revival target, the greater the strain it endured. There's a strong chance of it wilting after reviving the current Resha once. In terms of Grade, Resha was at the Expert Gold Grade while the Transcendent Eater was at the Beginner Gold Grade. In terms of cultivation, Blola was currently at the peak of the Body Stage while Resha was only around eighty percent into the Body Stage. But the moment Resha's cultivation reaches equal to Blola or surpasses him, reviving him wouldn't be possible. This was the first limitation. The second limitation stemmed from Blola himself. As the months passed, his mind was gradually being assimilated by the Transcendent Eater. As long as it had taken root, the Transcendent Eater was capable of growing on its own. If it was allowed to develop freely, it would breeze through the cultivation ranks at the Life Stage. The stronger it got, the faster it would devour Blola's mind. Hence, Renduldu added a restriction, stopping its growth at the peak of the Body Stage. Only when Blola's mind develops enough to suppress and overcome it would he be able to cultivate into the 2-Life Stage. But the current Blola showed no signs of that. He was already losing to the Transcendent Eater. Therefore, at this pace, forget cultivating to higher stages, Blola would continue weakening until the Transcendent Eater devours his mind. Once it becomes free, it would take root and blaze through the cultivation ranks and reach the 10-Life Stage. It will then reach the Transcendence Stage and leave Sumatra Continent. And before that, it would wreak havoc through the Mammoth Clan. If they don't do something, this is bound to happen. Hence, Blola needs to be trained enough so that he picks up the slack and wins the battle of the mind. "It's impossible to erase the Transcendent Eater's will. I tried and failed." Raaha said, "A mysterious power is preventing it from being erased. This feels similar to how Sumatra Continent guards the power of the Mystic Empyrean Tentacles. So, the only option we have left is to train Blola." "Yes, Chief." Orakha nodded, "At this pace, Blola will become useless once the six of us reach the Life Stage. He would become incapable of reviving us. I don't know the full story, but from what I found out, Gannala created us seven with two goals in mind." "First is to complete the route to the Mystic Grade. And second is to kill the Boar King." He continued, "And the only one who knows the entire truth regarding both plans is Inala. It seems he inherited that information from Gannala. Moreover, his daughter is Gannala's successor. So, it's mandatory to meet with them as soon as possible." "Hmm…Ganrimb Kingdom…" Raaha muttered, "It's not anywhere close to our new route. And even if we were to send a team, Inala might be gone by the time they reach the Ganrimb Kingdom. Our paths coincide at the Brimgan Empire, so it's best to wait until then." "I wish to go there early, Chief." Orakha bowed, "My cultivation requires mineral resources, which isn't found in our Settlement. By heading to the Brimgan Empire, I can gain the various resources in their possession to create the strongest Human Avatar. Moreover, with my abilities, I can serve as a communication point between us." Once he heads to the Brimgan Empire and meets Inala, Orakha could commit suicide when the situation deemed necessary and be revived by Blola, communicating with the Mammoth Clan. Moreover, if Blola were to improve by then and improve his cultivation to the Life Stage, he might be able to revive Orakha within a day. As long as that was possible, Orakha could place a checkpoint at the Brimgan Empire, die, get revived by Blola, communicate with the Mammoth Clan, die, and revive at the Checkpoint. It would allow the Mammoth Clan to keep tabs on the Brimgan Empire from far away. That was a solid proposition, since the Brimgan Empire was one of the strongest human civilisations in Sumatra. Moreover, with his Human Avatar, as long as Orakha keeps it active, his presence would be that of a Free Human and not a Mammoth Clansman, the perfect disguise to remain active in a place like the Brimgan Empire filled with powerhouses. "Chief, I promise to accumulate a large wealth for the Clan by the time the herd reaches the Brimgan Empire." Seeing that Raaha wasn't fully convinced, Orakha said in a hurry. "How much are we talking?" Raaha raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "The Mammoth Clan's annual budget," Orakha said. "If you are boasting without substance…" Raaha turned mildly serious. Orakha didn't promise to accumulate a year's worth of his Settlement's budget, but the entire Mammoth Clan's. That implied he would amass a wealth worth the annual budget of the entire Mammoth Clan, stretching across 104 Settlements. That was an exorbitant sum. And he promised to accumulate that within 17 years, for that was when the Empyrean Tusk herd would reach the Brimgan Empire. "I'm confident," Orakha patted his chest, "With my current abilities, I'm not boasting. And, if I were to fail, I'd commit suicide and return to the Clan and find another way to contribute." "Alright, don't waste the chance," Raaha said and brought Orakha and Blola to the herd. He then bestowed a Storage Lantern to Orakha and sent him away to the Brimgan Empire. 'Alright!' Once he was far away from the herd, Orakha posed in victory, 'I'll create a strong force in the Brimgan Empire. Once it's time to fight for the Attribute, I'll use my power to get it first.' Currently, he was the most free unit in Sumatra. Despite being a Mammoth Clansman, he could survive without any reliance on an Empyrean Tusk. With his abilities, he could wander the Sumatra Continent, collect resources as he pleased, and build his strength, facing no limitations whatsoever. Whether the Mammoth Clan was annihilated by the Boar King or not wasn't his concern. Either way, he could freely mingle around as a Free Human. The reason he didn't cut off his connection to the Mammoth Clan was because it was profitable. On Earth, he was a merchant. Hence, he knew it best to take advantage of a complex situation. Besides, now that he could revive, both through his Secondary Nature and through Blola, he didn't fear death, allowing him to enact the most daring of plans. "I'll be the one to get all four Major Treasures!" !

**Chapitre 163 : Orakha part pour l’Empire Brimgan** « Qui a découvert cette information ? » demanda Raaha. « Inala, répondit Orakha. Il vit actuellement dans une région isolée du reste de Sumatra par les pouvoirs d’un Mudropper. » « Un Mudropper ? » Raaha en fut stupéfait. « Il en reste encore un sur Sumatra ? » « Oui, confirma Orakha en hochant la tête. Dans la zone qu’il a créée, quatre autres Bêtes Praniques de Grade Argent résident : une Rockatrice, un Carcass Snail, un Rooted Clam et un Boutique Lizard. Une branche dissidente de l’Empire Brimgan y vit également. Ils se nomment le Royaume Ganrimb. » « Actuellement, ces cinq Bêtes Praniques fondent une Tribu Ravagée. Le Roi Sanglier s’en est inspiré pour créer ses Clansmen. » Orakha soupira. Il aurait aimé en savoir plus sur Inala, notamment son influence sur le Roi Sanglier. Mais les données accessibles avaient leurs limites. Tout ce qui concernait Resha et les réincarnés était jalousement protégé. S’il avait tenté d’y accéder, la volonté du Transcendent Eater se serait manifestée, ruinant ses plans. Il s’était donc contenté des informations sans risque. C’était déjà précieux : cela lui permettait de surveiller Resha et les réincarnés. Après ces explications, Orakha ajouta : « Chef, Blola pose problème. » « Je sais, répondit Raaha. Je l’ai observé attentivement. J’ai déjà une solution. » La résurrection par le Transcendent Eater avait ses limites. Plus la cible était puissante, plus la pression sur lui était forte. Ressusciter Resha une seule fois pourrait l’épuiser. En termes de Grade, Resha était un Expert de Grade Or, tandis que le Transcendent Eater n’en était qu’au stade Débutant. Cultivationnellement, Blola atteignait le pic du Stade du Corps, contre quatre-vingts pour cent pour Resha. Mais si Resha dépassait Blola, sa résurrection deviendrait impossible. Première limite. La seconde venait de Blola lui-même. Son esprit se faisait peu à peu assimiler par le Transcendent Eater. Une fois enraciné, ce dernier grandirait seul. Sans entrave, il franchirait aisément le Stade de la Vie. Plus il deviendrait fort, plus il dévorerait Blola. Renduldu avait donc bloqué sa croissance au pic du Stade du Corps. Blola ne pourrait accéder au 2ᵉ Stade de la Vie que si son esprit devenait assez fort pour le supprimer. Or, il perdait déjà la bataille. À ce rythme, loin de progresser, Blola s’affaiblirait jusqu’à être dévoré. Le Transcendent Eater, libéré, s’enracinerait, atteindrait le 10ᵉ Stade de la Vie, puis le Stade de la Transcendance avant de quitter Sumatra. Mais avant cela, il anéantirait le Clan des Mammouths. Sans intervention, ce serait inévitable. Blola devait se renforcer pour l’emporter. « Effacer la volonté du Transcendent Eater est impossible. J’ai échoué, déclara Raaha. Une puissance mystérieuse le protège, comme Sumatra protège les Tentacules Mystiques Empyréennes. Notre seule option est d’entraîner Blola. » « Exact, Chef. Orakha acquiesça. Blola deviendra inutile une fois que nous six aurons atteint le Stade de la Vie. Il ne pourra plus nous ressusciter. Selon mes découvertes, Gannala nous a créés, nous sept, pour deux raisons. » « Premièrement, compléter la voie vers le Grade Mystique. Deuxièmement, tuer le Roi Sanglier. Seul Inala détient toute la vérité sur ces plans. Il les tient de Gannala. De plus, sa fille est son héritière. Nous devons les rencontrer au plus vite. » « Le Royaume Ganrimb… murmura Raaha. Ce n’est pas sur notre route. Même avec une équipe, Inala pourrait être parti avant leur arrivée. Nos chemins se croiseront à l’Empire Brimgan. Attendons jusque-là. » « Je souhaite m’y rendre tôt, Chef. Orakha s’inclina. Ma cultivation nécessite des minéraux absents ici. Là-bas, je forgerai l’Avatar Humain le plus puissant. De plus, je servirai de relais. » Sur place, s’il rencontrait Inala, Orakha pourrait se suicider pour transmettre des informations via Blola. Si ce dernier atteignait le Stade de la Vie, il le ressusciterait en un jour. Ainsi, Orakha placerait un point de contrôle à l’Empire Brimgan, mourrait, renaîtrait, communiquerait, puis reviendrait. Le Clan pourrait surveiller l’Empire à distance. C’était judicieux : l’Empire Brimgan était l’une des plus puissantes civilisations humaines. Avec son Avatar Humain, Orakha passerait pour un Humain Libre, infiltrant les cercles influents. « Chef, je promets d’amasser une fortune colossale avant votre arrivée. » Voyant Raaha sceptique, Orakha insista. « De quel ordre ? » Raaha sourcilla. « Le budget annuel du Clan des Mammouths. » « Si tu te montres trop ambitieux… » Raaha devint sévère. Orakha ne parlait pas du budget de sa Colonie, mais de celui de tout le Clan—l’équivalent de 104 Colonies. Et il jurait de le réunir en 17 ans. « J’en suis capable. Orakha se frappa la poitrine. Ce n’est pas une vantardise. Si j’échoue, je me suiciderai pour revenir et trouver une autre solution. » « Bien. Ne gaspille pas cette chance. » Raaha emmena Orakha et Blola vers le troupeau, lui remit une Lanterne de Stockage, et l’envoya vers l’Empire Brimgan. « Parfait ! » Loin du troupeau, Orakha leva un poing triomphant. « Je bâtirai une force puissante là-bas. Quand viendra la lutte pour l’Attribut, je m’en emparerai le premier. » Il était l’unité la plus libre de Sumatra. Membre du Clan, mais indépendant du Croc Empyréen. Grâce à ses capacités, il pouvait voyager, accumuler des ressources et se renforcer sans limite. Que le Clan soit détruit ou non, il survivrait en Humain Libre. Son lien avec le Clan n’était qu’une question de profit. Sur Terre, il était marchand. Il savait exploiter les situations complexes. Désormais, avec sa Nature Secondaire et Blola, la mort ne l’effrayait plus. Il pouvait oser l’impensable. **« Ce sera moi qui obtiendrai les quatre Trésors Majeurs ! »**