Chapter 411 - Translation

Chapter 411 The Flow of Time in Preparations "Yes, that's what I'm worried too." Inala sighed, "It's why I want you to bring this Bone Slip to Orakha. His power is the only thing that can cripple her." "Mind revealing Orakha's power to me?" Maroppa asked, slightly angry at the fact that she had no idea about Orakha's strength. "Ask him yourself." Inala waved his hand, "I won't reveal his abilities without his permission." Until now, Orakha treated him as a competitor and not an enemy. Hence, Inala too reciprocated with the same. "Fine," Maroppa grumbled, saying after a few seconds, unable to digest the fact, "Still, how the fuck is she able to use Sumatra Gold to forge her Human Avatar?" "I have no idea. Besides," Inala said solemnly, "The most threatening will be her Primary Nature." Depending on what her Primary Nature does, Yarsha Zahara could singlehandedly counter all the reincarnates. The most problematic point of them all was the fact that Inala had no idea of the type of power a Human Avatar built out of Sumatra Gold could generate. "Can't you guys simply run away?" Maroppa asked in the end, "With my power, we can flee Sumatra Continent." "Are you faster than the Boar King?" Inala asked, sighing upon seeing Maroppa shake her head, "There, you have your answer." "Once he reaches the 5-Life Stage, he can sense us all over a terrifying distance, even if we're inside the Sandy-Grey Void. Even if we start running today, we won't be far enough from when he reaches that level. He can quickly catch up to us. Besides," Inala smiled wryly, "He already has methods to detect my position from afar. So, fleeing is an impossibility for me already." "I can only scheme from right under his nose." "I see," Maroppa nodded, slumping on the table, "Ah, this is annoying. Out of everyone I could take a liking to, why did it have to be Orakha?" 'The fact that she's lamenting like this must mean she has fallen harder for him than I assumed before.' Inala felt a bit relieved about this fact. At least their side had Maroppa to save them if things became truly messed up. Just the Sandy-Grey Void alone wasn't enough of a deterrent against a Boar King with multiple bodies stacked upon himself. But it could still force him to set aside a portion of his strength to counter the environment. And until now, as Inala spoke to Maroppa, he talked as if they were all in the same boat. And honestly, Maroppa didn't consider herself an outsider to the matter either. This meant that when things go to shit, she'll have the Mammoth Clan's back only because of Orakha. 'Now, I only need to ensure Orakha doesn't screw up.' "It's enough if you give this Bone Slip to him. I'll discuss it with him in the future. This isn't something that could be done without careful planning, since the Boar King can return to her help anytime." Inala said and concluded their discussion. He then resumed his work at the tea house. Using the Minor Treasure of Tangible Psychokinesis, Inala was able to perform his work even while conversing with Maroppa. With a maximum range of 180 metres, he could easily cover the entire tea house. Maroppa sat in her seat for an hour more as she made plans regarding her business as usual. Once she had completed her work, she left the tea house, Bone Slip in hand, intending to give it to Orakha. The days passed in such a fashion. Every day, Maroppa arrived at the Tea House and helped Inala assimilate the three pieces of Sumatra Gold better into his skeleton. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, Inala visited Asaeya and began to dig an underground network at her house using Subtle Terrain Domination. Only that way could a stable underground network be created that wouldn't be filled with toxins by the Southern Veins instantly. Asaeya and Gannala visited the tea house occasionally to chat with him and Wittral. Wittral always prepared a special feast for them, happy to talk to his friend, Hayaya. As the days spanned past, Inala kept looking for an opportunity to deal with Yarsha Zahara, but the risks were tremendous. There was a guarantee of his evolution plans going haywire if he targeted her, with the Boar King chasing after him relentlessly following that. Hence, he could only give up on the plan until he obtained the Attribute. He wasn't qualified to deal with her until then. There wasn't much conflict between him and Orakha, since the latter didn't know where he lived and operated. Moreover, after a few months had spanned past, Wittral began to grow hair on his head, a neatly trimmed beard, and a decently curvy moustache. Basically, that was a show of them curing themselves of the poison they had been afflicted with while fleeing from the Rumtara Kingdom. Moreover, it was also a sign that Wittral had adapted to life at the Brimgan Empire, beginning to accept its beauty standard after mingling with similar-minded people for so long. However, the largest influence on his change was none other than Amita who claimed moustaches to be cool. That ended up sealing the deal. Once he began to grow hair, he revealed himself out in the open more and more. It was then did Orakha met him, failing to recognise him. After all, Wittral's bald form was famous in Sumatra Chronicles. And no Cooter Clansman liked to have hair on their body. Hence, he would have never expected the hairy man before him to be the Empyrean Snapper, despite knowing that they both shared the same name. It was because, in his mind, Wittral would never live as a Free Human amongst Free Humans, for he was too prideful as an Empyrean Snapper to do so. That pride was why he fought Resha in Sumatra Chronicles after a couple of words of dialogue. So, never in a million years did he ever consider the possibility that the Wittral in the Misty Flake Tea House was the infamous Wittral from Sumatra Chronicles, one that fought Resha to a draw. Through the underground network, the Empyrean Zingers were able to gather resources for Gannala. And through her biomes, she kept them well-fed. But as the days spanned past, the Empyrean Zingers began to get cranky as the influence from their Internal Inertial Gravity continued to increase and dominate their body, mind, and soul. They were barely kept in check by Inala who cranked up the influence of his male form's Tertiary Nature of Spatial Immune System on their beings, using it to dominate the influence of their Internal Inertial Gravity. Of course, when even the Empyrean Zingers were getting messed up due to a single foreign Nature, it needn't be said about Inala who had to endure two genders, five natures, two equally powerful Mystic Grade cultivation techniques, and finally, two opposing Clansman characteristics. As the days spanned past, things became messed up for Inala as he found it harder and harder to maintain his sanity, having episodes of insanity where he was unable to recognise who he was, what he was doing, and where he was supposed to be. If not for Wittral keeping him in check, he would have rushed to the streets, made a mess of people and property, and gotten destroyed by the Brimgan Empire's forces. During the second year of the Misty Flake Tea House's operation, Farloon Brimgan ended up adopting Amita as his daughter, allowing her to wear the name of Amita Brimgan officially. Inala was then granted access to Arlfarah Mansion, with one of his primary tasks being to help teach Farloon Brimgan's children a variety of subjects and also get acquainted with the process of existing in the Brimgan Empire as a Royal. Things progressed in such a fashion as soon, Gannala became ten years old. And now, things had heated up in the Brimgan Empire. !

**Chapitre 411 – Le Cours des Préparations** « Oui, c’est bien ce qui m’inquiète. » Inala laissa échapper un soupir. « Voilà pourquoi je veux que tu remettes cette Plaque d’Os à Orakha. Son pouvoir est le seul à même de la neutraliser. » « Pourrais-tu me révéler ce qu’Orakha est capable de faire ? » demanda Maroppa, visiblement agacée par ce manque de transparence. « Adresse-toi directement à lui. » Inala esquissa un geste évasif. « Je ne dévoilerai pas ses capacités sans son accord. » Pour l’instant, Orakha le voyait comme un rival, non comme un ennemi. Inala lui rendait la pareille. « D’accord, grommela Maroppa avant d’ajouter, incapable de digérer cette révélation : — Mais comment diable a-t-elle pu forger un Avatar Humain avec l’Or de Sumatra ? » « Aucune idée. Mais le plus inquiétant, insista Inala d’un ton grave, c’est sa Nature Primaire. » Selon ses effets, Yarsha Zahara pourrait à elle seule tenir tête à tous les réincarnés. Le pire ? Inala ignorait complètement quels pouvoirs un Avatar forgé dans l’Or de Sumatra pouvait déployer. « Vous ne pourriez pas simplement fuir ? finit par suggérer Maroppa. Avec mon aide, nous pourrions quitter le continent. » « Es-tu plus rapide que le Roi Sanglier ? » rétorqua Inala, soupirant face à la dénégation de Maroppa. « Tu as ta réponse. » « Une fois au 5ᵉ Stade de Vie, il nous détectera sur une distance monstrueuse, même dans le Vide Gris-Sable. Fuir aujourd’hui ne nous sauvera pas : il nous rattrapera. De plus, ajouta-t-il avec un sourire amer, il dispose déjà de moyens pour me localiser à distance. La fuite n’est plus une option. » « Je ne peux manœuvrer que sous son nez. » « Je vois. » Maroppa hocha la tête avant de s’affaler sur la table. « C’est exaspérant. Parmi tous, pourquoi fallait-il que ce soit Orakha ? » *Si elle se plaint à ce point, c’est qu’elle est encore plus éprise de lui que je ne le croyais.* Inala en tira un semblant de réconfort. Au moins, leur camp pourrait compter sur elle en cas de désastre. Le Vide Gris-Sable ne suffirait pas à repousser un Roi Sanglier doté de corps superposés. Mais cela le forcerait à diviser ses forces pour contrer cet environnement hostile. En parlant à Maroppa, Inala avait soigneusement cultivé l’illusion d’une destinée commune. Et, à vrai dire, elle ne se sentait pas étrangère à cette affaire. En cas de catastrophe, elle soutiendrait le Clan des Mammouths – uniquement par amour pour Orakha. *Reste à m’assurer qu’Orakha ne gâche rien.* « Contente-toi de lui remettre cette Plaque d’Os. J’en discuterai avec lui plus tard. Une telle opération exige une précision chirurgicale : le Roi Sanglier pourrait voler à son secours à tout instant. » Sur ces mots, Inala mit fin à leur échange et retourna à ses occupations. Grâce au Petit Trésor de Psychokinésie Tangible, il pouvait travailler tout en conversant avec Maroppa. Avec une portée de 180 mètres, il couvrait aisément l’ensemble du salon. Maroppa resta une heure de plus, élaborant ses plans habituels. Puis elle partit, la Plaque d’Os en poche, déterminée à la confier à Orakha. Les jours s’écoulèrent ainsi. Chaque jour, Maroppa venait au salon pour aider Inala à fusionner les trois fragments d’Or de Sumatra avec son squelette. Dès que possible, Inala rendait visite à Asaeya. Avec la Domination Subtile du Terrain, il creusait un réseau souterrain sous sa maison – le seul moyen d’éviter l’infiltration des toxines des Veines Méridionales. Asaeya et Gannala passaient parfois au salon pour discuter avec lui et Wittral. Ce dernier préparait alors un festin, ravi de retrouver son ami Hayaya. Inala continua de chercher une faille pour neutraliser Yarsha Zahara, mais les risques étaient démesurés. Une attaque contre elle déclencherait inévitablement la colère du Roi Sanglier, ruinant ses plans d’évolution. Il abandonna donc cette idée jusqu’à l’obtention de l’Attribut. Sans cela, la victoire était impossible. Les heurts avec Orakha restaient rares : ce dernier ignorait où Inala vivait et opérait. Par ailleurs, après quelques mois, Wittral commença à arborer une chevelure, une barbe soignée et une moustache galbée. Preuve qu’ils avaient surmonté le poison contracté lors de leur fuite du Royaume de Rumtara. Signe aussi que Wittral s’était acclimaté à l’Empire Brimgan, adoptant ses canons esthétiques au contact de ses nouveaux pairs. Le principal instigateur de ce changement ? Amita, pour qui la moustache était « du plus bel effet ». Son avis scella le choix de Wittral. Une fois chevelu, il se montra plus ouvert. Si bien qu’Orakha le croisa sans le reconnaître. Dans les *Chroniques de Sumatra*, Wittral était célèbre pour son crâne rasé – aucun membre du Clan Cooter ne portait de poils. Comment soupçonner que cet homme velu était l’Empyréen Claquant ? Pour Orakha, Wittral était trop fier pour vivre camouflé parmi les Humains Libres. Cette fierté, justement, l’avait poussé à affronter Resha dans les Chroniques après une simple altercation. Jamais il n’aurait imaginé que le Wittral du *Flocon Brumeux* était ce légendaire rival. Grâce au réseau souterrain, les Empyréens Bourdonnants collectaient des ressources pour Gannala, qui les nourrissait via ses biomes. Mais leur Gravité Inertielle Interne gagnait du terrain, perturbant leur esprit et leur âme. Inala les maintenait à grand-peine sous contrôle, contrant leur gravité grâce à sa Nature Tertiaire de Système Immunitaire Spatial. Si les Empyréens souffraient déjà d’une Nature étrangère, imaginez Inala : deux genres, cinq Natures, deux techniques mystiques et deux caractéristiques claniques opposées. Peu à peu, sa raison s’émietta. Il eut des crises où il perdait tout repère – identité, objectifs, lieu. Sans Wittral pour le surveiller, il aurait déferlé dans les rues, provoquant un chaos fatal sous les coups de l’Empire Brimgan. Durant la deuxième année du *Flocon Brumeux*, Farloon Brimgan adopta officiellement Amita, désormais Amita Brimgan. Inala obtint l’accès au Manoir Arlfarah. Sa mission ? Enseigner aux enfants de Farloon et s’initier aux usages royaux. Les événements suivirent leur cours jusqu’aux dix ans de Gannala. À présent, l’Empire Brimgan était au bord de l’embrasement.