Chapter 323 - Translation

Chapter 323 The Man That Boned Your Ass Twice "Man, you're getting annoying now." The Boar King said as he grabbed hold of the familiar figure at the entrance to Guna Caves, "Did you seriously plan to throw me into this place?" "That was my plan, but it seems to have failed," The familiar figure smiled wryly, "Thankfully, I bought enough time once again…" "Are you screwing with me?" The Boar King snorted and flicked the latter's forehead, "It has only been eighteen hours since then. Your Daily Checkpoint shouldn't be back up yet." "As expected of you, big brother. You know your stuff. But," The familiar figure laughed as his eyes turned dull all of a sudden, "What makes you think this is my actual body?" "I have been saying this from the start. This is merely a clone." "What the fuck…" The Boar King cursed in response to see the familiar figure become a speck of grain once again. He was damn irritated now, growling in anger. "This should be enough." The Boar King stared at the three specks of grains he had collected, with each weighing around eighty to ninety kilograms. Prana surged into it as he unleashed multiple waves of Prana Shock. The three specks of grains began to spin on his palm before soon, there was an intense prickling sensation on his index finger, pointing him in a certain direction. Boom! Kaboom! A thunderstorm was approaching him; the Boar King clicked his tongue in irritation, "They are relentless." He kicked the ground and leaped into the Dralh Sea, beginning to swim at his top speed to quickly reach Leh Island, where the source of the presence reacting to his ability was. … "Have I seen you somewhere before?" The Boar King asked, feeling that the woman before him seemed a bit familiar, 'I haven't been here in ages. It doesn't seem likely I know someone this young.' He observed the three specks of dust in his possession, watching them point at the woman, 'That bastard is a woman?' Actually, no matter how much Inala refined a different Prana signature, they could still be traced back to their roots. He wasn't sure if it was possible, but the Boar King had a plethora of abilities. Therefore, he took action with that thought in mind. And it seemed he was right on the money. The Boar King actually figured out that the three Brangara puppets were Inala. It was why he managed to detect Inala's presence and arrived at Leh Island. The two cups on the altar before Inala were his preparation in case the Boar King couldn't find Inala. There was one more preparation laid down on the shore of Leh Island. Preparing for as many variables increased the guarantee of success. Thankfully, the Boar King's actions aligned with Inala's first method. "P-Please spare me," Inala trembled in fear, stammering incoherently, "I…I don't know anything beyond what I told you about the Mudropper. W-Why have you kept me bound? I did everything you asked me to." "Mudropper? You did everything I asked you to?" The Boar King tilted his head for a moment before realising what was up, 'This isn't the Empyrean Boar I was chasing.' He stared at the altar of mud and focused on the two cups there. The first cup radiated an Empyrean Snapper's presence. The Boar King observed the bound figure of Wittral and understood what was happening, 'So, this is the one the Cooter Clan is searching for. His presence is slowly radiating out of this cup. It's not much, but since the Empyrean Snappers are right behind me, they would have sensed it by now.' His attention then fell on the second cup, sensing the familiar figure's presence from it, 'Was this meant to lure me here?' He observed it and diverted his gaze to Inala, "Tell me the truth. Why am I sensing your Prana signature from this?" "I…made it," Inala screeched in despair, "Y-You told me to make it. Please, spare me. I can't put up with it anymore! I only wish to live!" "Shut up for a second." The Boar King unleashed a tinge of his presence and observed the woman fall unconscious in response. He frowned and touched her, placing his index finger under her nostrils, 'There's a very faint trace of her presence from her exhales.' He placed his hand on Inala's chest and seeped his Prana inside, failing to sense a Spirit Container, 'Her Spirit Container has been stolen.' He let go of Inala and focused on Wittral, 'His Spirit Container too has been stolen.' The Boar King finally focused on the Bone Slip placed next to the two cups. He accessed it and heard the familiar annoying voice in his mind. [Do you love being fooled so much? Man, you're something else.] 'This fucker!' The Boar King felt a headache. But since he had too many questions, he decided to finish accessing all the information in the Bone Slip first before planning his next action. [I told you twice that the one you're chasing is merely a clone. Why would I waste a Daily Checkpoint when my life isn't at risk? I'm not at the Dralh Sea anymore. Anyway, I feel bad taking advantage of you like this, so I'll explain myself…well, truth be told, you'll feel more like a fool when you hear this, haha! I merely want to make you experience being a fool.] "This guy loves to talk." The Boar King commented and calmed his riling emotions, unwilling to be led on by a pipsqueak from his race. [If you haven't figured it out already, the captive man before you is the Cooter Clan's first Empyrean Snapper born without defects. He's basically their hope for a brighter future. I captured him because his Spirit Container is very useful for my purpose.] 'I knew that already.' The Boar King clicked his tongue in annoyance, wondering when the familiar figure would get to the point. [The woman is called Amita Brimgan. I found her in the Sanrey Plains when I came searching for the Mudropper. I was surprised to see a Free Human revering a Pranic Beast, especially the Mudropper. I don't know what all the Mudropper taught her, but it created a cultivation technique for her, using which she can steal and store various Prana in her body. It's similar to the Zingers but slightly more advanced, at the Silver Grade.] The Boar King eyed Inala and the cup with the familiar figure's presence, alternating between the two as he basically figured out what had happened. The convo next basically confirmed his thoughts. [I forced her to absorb my Prana and used her abilities to build the clones that confronted you. That's why they were batshit weak. If you were wondering if I wasted Internal Inertial Gravity to flee from you, knock some sense into your head. Why would I do something as wasteful as that? My Prana was simply emulating their effect. None of my clones has enough energy to continue functioning for more than a day.] [Anyway, coming to the main point that I wanted to address. I'm on the verge of figuring out a concrete path to the Mystic Grade. The Spirit Containers of the two people before you, the Mudropper, and a bunch of creatures are necessary for that. I'm not strong enough to face the repercussions of my actions, so I'm shifting the blame to you. No one else on Sumatra has the balls to do what I do without being the Boar King. So everyone will accept you as the culprit.] [By the way, the one that boned your ass in the Sanrey Plains was me. And now, let's see how you'll face the Cooter Clan. Whether you kill Wittral or return him to the Cooter Clan is up to you. Hopefully, I have bought enough time for them to catch up to you. Anyway, happy headaches!] "Haaah!" The Boar King exhaled, absolutely irritated as he observed the layer of earth above him move up suddenly, following which, the heads of twenty-plus Empyrean Snappers peeked in. They had lifted the entire island to peek in and glare at the Boar King. !

**Chapitre 323 : L’homme qui t’a eu deux fois** « Bon sang, tu commences à m’énerver. » Le Roi Sanglier agrippa la silhouette familière à l’entrée des grottes de Guna. « Tu pensais vraiment me balancer dans ce trou ? » « C’était le plan, mais ça a échoué. » La silhouette esquissa un sourire tendu. « Heureusement, j’ai encore gagné du temps… » « Tu te moques de moi ? » Le Roi Sanglier grogna et lui donna une pichenette au front. « Ça ne fait que dix-huit heures. Ton Point de Contrôle Quotidien ne devrait pas être réinitialisé. » « Tu m’impressionnes, grand frère. Tu t’y connais. Mais… » La silhouette éclata de rire, son regard devenant soudain vitreux. « Qu’est-ce qui te fait croire que c’est mon vrai corps ? » « Je te l’ai dit dès le début. Ce n’est qu’un clone. » « Putain de… » Le Roi Sanglier jura en voyant la silhouette se réduire à un minuscule grain. Fou de rage, il gronda entre ses dents. « Ça devrait suffire. » Il contempla les trois grains récoltés, chacun pesant entre quatre-vingts et quatre-vingt-dix kilos. Il y insuffla du Prana, déclenchant des ondes de Choc Pranique. Les grains se mirent à tournoyer sur sa paume. Bientôt, une vive picotement sur son index lui indiqua une direction. **Boum ! KABOUM !** Un orage grondait au loin. Le Roi Sanglier claqua la langue, agacé. « Ils ne lâchent pas l’affaire. » D’un bond, il plongea dans la mer de Dralh et nagea à toute vitesse vers l’île de Leh, là où son pouvoir détectait une présence. … « On s’est déjà vus ? » demanda le Roi Sanglier, trouvant la femme devant lui vaguement familière. *Ça fait une éternité que je ne suis pas venu ici. Impossible que je connaisse quelqu’un d’aussi jeune.* Il observa les trois grains dans sa main, tous pointant vers elle. *Ce type est une femme ?* Peu importe les altérations de signature pranique d’Inala, elle conservait ses origines. Le Roi Sanglier, doté de multiples capacités, avait suivi cette intuition. Et il avait vu juste. Il avait compris que les trois poupées Brangara étaient Inala. C’est pourquoi il l’avait traqué jusqu’à l’île de Leh. Les deux coupes sur l’autel devant Inala étaient une précaution. Une autre mesure l’attendait sur la rive. Multiplier les variables augmentait ses chances. Heureusement, le Roi Sanglier avait suivi la première piste. « P-Pitié, épargnez-moi… » Inala tremblait, balbutiant des mots incohérents. « Je… Je ne sais rien sur le Mudropper. P-Pourquoi m’avoir ligoté ? J’ai tout fait comme demandé. » « Le Mudropper ? Tu as tout fait ? » Le Roi Sanglier inclina la tête avant de réaliser. *Ce n’est pas l’Empyrean Boar que je poursuivais.* Son regard se porta sur l’autel de boue et les deux coupes. La première émanait une présence d’Empyrean Snapper. En voyant Wittral ligoté, il comprit. *C’est celui que cherche le Clan Cooter. Les Empyrean Snappers derrière moi l’ont sûrement senti.* Puis il fixa la seconde coupe, y reconnaissant une présence familière. *C’était censé m’attirer ici ?* Il toisa Inala. « Dis-moi la vérité. Pourquoi est-ce que je détecte ta signature ici ? » « Je… je l’ai fabriquée. » Inala hurla, désespéré. « V-Vous me l’avez ordonné ! Pitié, je n’en peux plus ! » « Silence. » Le Roi Sanglier libéra une once de sa présence, et la femme s’évanouit. Il fronça les sourcils, plaçant un doigt sous ses narines. *Une infime trace de sa présence.* Il posa sa main sur sa poitrine, injectant son Prana. *Aucun Conteneur Spirituel. On lui a volé.* Il relâcha Inala et se concentra sur Wittral. *Lui aussi a été volé.* Enfin, il remarqua la Plaque Osseuse près des coupes. Il y accéda et entendit cette voix énervante. [Tu aimes te faire berner, c’est ça ? T’es vraiment spécial.] *Ce petit merdeux !* Le Roi Sanglier sentit la migraine monter. Mais il lut jusqu’au bout. [Je t’ai dit deux fois que celui que tu poursuis n’est qu’un clone. Pourquoi gaspillerais-je un Point de Contrôle si ma vie n’est pas en danger ? Je ne suis plus à la mer de Dralh. Désolé de t’avoir manipulé, mais avoue que c’est drôle. J’adore te voir dans cet état.] « Ce type adore parler. » Le Roi Sanglier se calma, refusant de se laisser provoquer. [Au cas où tu n’aurais pas compris, l’homme ligoté est le premier Empyrean Snapper sans défaut du Clan Cooter. Leur espoir. Je l’ai capturé pour son Conteneur.] *Je le savais.* Le Roi Sanglier claqua la langue. [La femme s’appelle Amita Brimgan. Une humaine libre vénérant le Mudropper. Elle a créé une technique pour voler et stocker du Prana, comme les Zingers, mais en plus évolué (Niveau Argent).] Le Roi Sanglier alterna entre Inala et la coupe, reconstituant le puzzle. [Je l’ai forcée à absorber mon Prana pour créer les clones que tu as affrontés. Voilà pourquoi ils étaient si faibles. Mon Prana imitait juste l’Inertie Interne. Aucun clone ne tient plus d’un jour.] [Passons à l’essentiel : je suis sur le point d’atteindre le Niveau Mystique. Les Conteneurs de ces deux-là, du Mudropper et d’autres créatures sont nécessaires. Comme je ne veux pas assumer, je te les refile. Qui d’autre que toi aurait le culot ? Tout le monde te croira coupable.] [Ah, et c’est moi qui t’ai eu dans les plaines de Sanrey. Maintenant, amuse-toi avec le Clan Cooter. Bon courage pour les migraines !] « Haaah ! » Le Roi Sanglier exhala sa frustration.