Chapter 355 - Translation

Chapter 355 Boar King Bus Guna Caves! At the bottom of a shallow tunnel was a strange situation. Peeking across the entire section of the tunnel were Shifting Ants, numbering in the thousands. Strewn at the bottom, amidst Ewworms were Bludders, acting cute while coiled up to resemble decoration. They formed a circle and remained still, as if posing for a photo that took decades to be clicked. The cause was a certain individual that stood in the centre of the circle, his expression calm, staring at the two individuals before him. The Boar King hadn't even released much of his presence, but even that was enough to freeze up all these Iron Grade Pranic Beasts. In response to his presence, the Bludders acted like a ball, the Shifting Ants turned into sculptures, and the Ewworms acted like noodles. They all tried their best in whatever ways they could think on the spot to avoid the Boar King's attention. Of course, the latter had better things to do than bully Pranic Beasts considered dust in his eyes. He stared at Inala and asked with a smile, "Did you manage to obtain Subtle Terrain Domination?" "Yes," Inala nodded and generated a mild wind in response. "And what about you?" The Boar King stared at Wittral next, smiling upon seeing the latter conjure a Prana Bomb. There was no dialogue exchanged between them, but Inala and Wittral uniformly hid details regarding their ability to swap genders. It was best to hide such a trump card, for even someone as knowledgeable as the Boar King would never expect them. "Awesome!" The Boar King grinned in excitement as he stared at Inala in a new light, "That truly worked. You're a mad genius, Amita." "I…just did whatever I could in desperation." Inala smiled bashfully in response. Honestly, being praised by his ultimate enemy was an odd feeling, something he couldn't digest. "You didn't just obtain Subtle Terrain Domination, but you even became a Cooter Clansman." The Boar King nodded, thinking, 'That last part is a bit of a pity though. It would have been better if she remained a Free Human. She could have become a good friend to Yarsha.' Yes, Inala's female form was that of a Cooter Clansman now. Unfortunately, he couldn't fully exercise a Cooter Clansman's power system, since he had already attained Body Stage as a Mammoth Clansman. Therefore, whether it be his male or female form, he would be transforming into the respective Zinger versions, as he would through the Mammoth Clan's power system. Had he obtained this power at the Spirit Stage, Inala's female form could have cultivated the power of a Spirit Pool and even become able to take on a Spirit Weapon form. But that route was blocked since he was already at the Body Stage. It was fine though, as his gains were a lot already. "Now, let's get to the serious part." The Boar King's expression changed subtly as the Bludders trembled in response, "How were you planning to assist me in finding Loot?" "I have felt his Prana many times before. Even though I don't have his Prana signature recorded in me, I can still try to emulate all the versions I sensed of him." Inala said. "Versions?" The Boar King frowned, "You mean, he was hiding his Prana signature even before you?" "Yes," Inala nodded, "Every time he used Prana, there was a different signature. So, it'll be impossible to determine what his Prana signature actually is like. But, I'm sure having all his variations would help you narrow it down. After all, all roots must lead to one source, right?" "True," The Boar King nodded. That was precisely how he tracked Inala's location at Leh Island through the Brangara puppets. So, the Boar King was confident in tracking Loot's location through it. Besides, he already knew that Loot was at the Mammoth Clan. His objective now was to have a tracking method that could point him toward Loot once the latter starts to flee from the Mammoth Clan. The Empyrean Tusks would feel his location, allowing Loot to escape well in advance. Hence, the Boar King would require a proper means to chase after Loot. Having the variations was enough help to him. 'Let's see,' Inala thought of how he would emulate Virala's Prana signatures. Of course, he hadn't absorbed the latter's Prana, so creating the original's signature was impossible. Besides, that wasn't his intention anyway. He planned to create Prana signatures that were ten percent Virala and ninety percent other random crap. The random part would have Prana signatures of the countless Pranic Beasts whose data he had consumed. A regular Life Bomb appeared in his hand as Inala activated Mystic Mist Art, seeping his Prana into the fluid within to refine it, gradually causing it to contain the Prana signature that he intended it to. "Here's one." He expressed in exhaustion and slumped to the ground, "I need to rest a little before doing it again." "Twenty minutes for one." The Boar King commented as he observed the Life Bomb, noticing the Prana signature be preserved well within it, 'I can use this a few times before it loses its value.' Inala consumed a Low-Grade Elixir from the baggage he had brought and used the generated Prana to create a second Life Bomb with the falsified Virala's Prana signature. In a few hours, he created a bunch of Life Bombs, stopping at the fifteenth to say, "This is the last signature." "That's a lot." The Boar King nodded and pocketed them all. He then stared at the duo and asked, "Where will the two of you go?" "I was thinking of heading to the Brimgan Empire originally. But," Inala smiled wryly and stared at himself, "I'm afraid that's not possible as a Cooter Clansman. Free Humans at the Life Stage can figure out our identities." 'It's better to keep someone this useful close by.' The Boar King thought, 'If these Life Bombs work, then I'll be needing more of them in the future.' He never assumed he'd be successful in finding Lurt on the first attempt. The latter seemed incredibly slippery until now, not to mention his cunningness. Therefore, it was bound to be a long game of cat and mouse chase. "That's not an issue." The Boar King took out a pair of simple rings and slung them on the fingers of Wittral and Inala, "Circulate your Prana through these once and you'll appear no different from Free Humans to the senses of the Brimgan Empire Life Stage cultivators. Just control air and make it seem like a product of your Human Avatars and you'll be fine." "We'll follow your orders." Inala nodded and circulated Prana through the ring, watching his presence as a Cooter Clansman vanish and become that of a Free Human, 'The effects are a tad inferior to my Inhibition Needle, but it's still terrifying.' The ring seemed capable of fooling the senses of those at the Gold Grade at most. But the Inhibition Needle worked against even the Boar King. It was superior since it was refined using the skeleton of an entire Millinger using grey sand by the Mudropper. The ring was casually refined by the Boar King using a small piece of an Empyrean Tusk's tusk. They couldn't be compared. 'Though the Inhibition Needle shouldn't be effective towards those above the Gold Grade, it has worked wonders.' Inala thought and stared at the Boar King, 'Until now, he hasn't realised it. Good, if things stay like this, then maybe in the future when I conceptualise a better idea, I can enlist the Boar King's help by taking advantage of Loot.' "I'll drop you two at the Brimgan Empire." Saying so, the Boar King carried the two and made a beeline towards the Brimgan Empire. This was the first time in history that a Mammoth Clansman could ride the Boar King. 'Hurray for the Boar King Bus!' Inala cheered mentally upon seeing his surroundings change rapidly under the Boar King's speed—who sprinted in his Pranic Beast form. Clutching the Empyrean Boar King's hair for dear life was Inala and Wittral, remaining stuck on its back, hitching a free ride for thousands of kilometres. !

**Chapitre 355 - Le Bus du Roi Sanglier** *Grotte de Guna !* Dans l’obscurité d’un tunnel peu profond, une scène insolite se déroulait. Des milliers de Fourmis Mouvantes observaient, tapies dans l’ombre. Parmi les Vers Dégoûtants, les Bludders se pelotonnaient en adoptant des postures enfantines, comme pour se fondre dans le décor. Ils formaient un cercle immobile, figés dans une pose qui semblait attendre un photographe depuis des décennies. Au centre, un individu au visage impassible fixait les deux personnes devant lui. Le Roi Sanglier n’avait même pas déployé son aura, mais sa simple présence suffisait à paralyser ces bêtes praniques de grade Fer. Les Bludders se faisaient tout ronds, les Fourmis Mouvantes se changeaient en statues, et les Vers Dégoûtants en lambeaux flasques. Tous s’efforçaient de passer inaperçus. De toute façon, le Roi Sanglier avait bien plus important à faire que s’occuper de ces créatures qu’il jugeait insignifiantes. Il toisa Inala et demanda avec un sourire : *« As-tu maîtrisé la Domination Subtile du Terrain ? »* *« Oui »*, répondit Inala en générant une brise légère pour en apporter la preuve. *« Et toi ? »* Le Roi Sanglier se tourna vers Wittral, l’œil pétillant face à la Bombe de Prana que ce dernier venait d’invoquer. Aucun mot ne fut échangé sur le sujet, mais tous deux gardèrent secrète leur capacité à changer de genre. Mieux valait conserver un tel atout—même un érudit comme le Roi Sanglier ne s’y attendrait pas. *« Fantastique ! »* Le Roi Sanglier éclata d’un rire admiratif. *« Ça a marché. Tu es un vrai génie, Amita. »* *« Je… n’ai fait qu’agir par désespoir »*, murmura Inala, mal à l’aise sous les louanges de son pire ennemi. *« Non seulement tu as acquis la Domination Subtile, mais en plus tu es devenu membre du Clan Cooter »*, constata le Roi Sanglier avant d’ajouter en silence : *‘Dommage pour ce dernier point. Elle aurait été une bonne amie pour Yarsha si elle était restée Humaine Libre.’* La forme féminine d’Inala appartenait désormais au Clan Cooter. Hélas, elle ne pourrait pleinement exploiter leurs pouvoirs, ayant déjà atteint le Stade Corporel chez les Mammouths. Qu’il soit homme ou femme, sa transformation suivrait désormais le système Zinger du Clan Mammouth. S’il avait obtenu ce pouvoir au Stade Spirituel, sa version féminine aurait pu cultiver un Bassin Spirituel, voire devenir une Arme Spirituelle. Trop tard. N’importe. Les gains restaient considérables. *« Passons à l’essentiel »*, annonça le Roi Sanglier, son regard s’assombrissant—au point de faire frémir les Bludders. *« Comment comptez-vous m’aider à retrouver Loot ? »* *« J’ai capté son Prana à plusieurs reprises. Même sans sa signature exacte, je peux reproduire les variations perçues »*, expliqua Inala. *« Des variations ? »* Le Roi Sanglier plissa le front. *« Il camouflait déjà son empreinte avant toi ? »* *« Exact. À chaque usage, sa signature changeait. Impossible de cerner l’originale. Mais ces variations devraient t’aider à remonter à la source. Toutes les branches mènent au tronc, non ? »* *« Juste »*, approuva le Roi Sanglier. C’est ainsi qu’il avait localisé Inala sur l’île Leh grâce aux pantins Brangara. La méthode était éprouvée. De plus, il savait déjà que Loot se terrait chez les Mammouths. Restait à le pister lors de sa fuite. Les Défenses Émypirées le trahiraient, permettant à Loot de s’échapper. D’où l’utilité de ces variations. *‘Voyons…’* Inala réfléchit à l’imitation des signatures de Virala. Bien sûr, il n’avait pas absorbé son Prana—reproduire l’original était hors de question. Il mélangerait 10% de Virala avec 90% de parasites aléatoires, puisés parmi les bêtes praniques assimilées. Une Bombe de Vie apparut dans sa paume tandis qu’il activait l’Art de la Brume Mystique, affinant son Prana dans le fluide. Peu à peu, la signature émergea. *« En voici une »*, annonça-t-il, épuisé, en s’effondrant. *« J’ai besoin de repos avant la prochaine. »* *« Vingt minutes par bombe »*, estima le Roi Sanglier en l’inspectant. *‘Quelques utilisations avant qu’elle ne se dégrade.’* Inala avala une Élixir de Bas Grade, puis créa une seconde bombe. En quelques heures, quinze signatures falsifiées gisaient devant eux. *« C’est tout. »* *« Honnête travail »*, admit le Roi Sanglier en les empochant. Puis, les scrutant : *« Où allez-vous, maintenant ? »* *« Je visais l’Empire Brimgan, mais… »* Inala sourit jaune en s’observant. *« En tant que Cooter, c’est suicidaire. Les Humains Libres du Stade de Vie nous repèreraient. »* *‘Autant garder cette ressource sous la main.’* songea le Roi Sanglier. *‘Si ces bombes fonctionnent, j’en aurai besoin.’* Capturer Loot du premier coup était illusoire. Le fuyard était rusé. Une longue traque s’annonçait. *« Pas de problème »*, déclara-t-il en leur tendant deux anneaux. *« Infusez-y votre Prana. Vous passerez pour des Humains Libres. Simulez vos Avatars avec l’air, et le tour est joué. »* *« Comme vous voulez »*, acquiesça Inala. L’anneau activé, son aura de Cooter s’estompa. *‘Moins efficace que mon Aiguille d’Inhibition, mais impressionnant.’* L’anneau trompait les grades Or au maximum. L’Aiguille, forgée avec un squelette de Millinger et du sable de Mudropper, avait même berné le Roi Sanglier. Celui-ci, fabriqué à la hâte avec un éclat de Défense Émypirée, ne rivalisait pas. *‘Pourtant, l’Aiguille ne devrait pas fonctionner sur les grades supérieurs… et pourtant.’* Inala observa discrètement le Roi Sanglier. *‘Il n’a rien remarqué. Tant mieux. Peut-être pourrai-je manipuler Loot plus tard.’* *« Je vous dépose à l’Empire Brimgan »*, annonça le Roi Sanglier en les saisissant. Pour la première fois, un membre du Clan Mammouth enfourcha le Roi Sanglier. *‘Vive le Bus du Roi Sanglier !’* jubila Inala, le paysage filant à toute allure. Agrippés à ses poils, lui et Wittral embarquaient pour un voyage gratuit de milliers de kilomètres.