Chapter 502 - Translation

Chapter 502 Orakha Targets Yarsha Zahara "Come back!" Barla shouted as she transformed into an Empyrean Boar and lunged at Virala. "Nope!" In response, Virala's tail shot forth and lodged into the ground farther away, contracting in response as it pulled his body away from Barla. The tool at the tip of the tail transformed into a drill and slammed hard into the ground to poke open a hole; he then jumped into it. "Bastard! Don't you dare run away!" Braga leaped into the hole and transformed into an Empyrean Boar, instantly filling up the region in an effort to flatten Virala. "Are you planning to kill your sibling or something?" Virala said as he had morphed the shape of the tool at the tip of his tail and turned it into a cage that protected him from Braga's body blow. Tertiary Body Stage 1—Tusk! A tusk hovered before him as a Spirit Weapon. It whirred into life and shot forward, piercing through Braga's body and forcing him to retreat. The cage parted open to form an entrance as Virala walked out from it. He then morphed its shape into an enclosed cradle that carried Ruvva, ensuring she wouldn't fall out from it if it were to tilt or flail about. The interior of the cradle turned soft, using a material that Virala had accumulated from the Golden Giant fit for the occasion. This ensured that Ruvva wouldn't sustain any damage or internal shocks as the cradle was moved around. It wasn't as good encasing her in a container covered with the effect of Internal Inertial Gravity, but was the next best thing. Tertiary Body Stage 3—Boar! Virala transformed into a small Empyrean Boar King and rushed out of the hole. At the end of his tail was the cradle that he moved around to ensure it wasn't caught by the six Empyrean Boars targeting him. Boom! A Comet slammed into his face, sending him flying a bit in response. Immediately after, another Comet targeted him, causing blood to drip out of his face. Even though his wounds regenerated instantly, Virala tensed up in response. He wasn't anywhere close to maturity and hence couldn't tank such attacks in large numbers. His Prana would be expended if that were to happen. So, he had to make his escape soon. If not for the effects of Rocky Intimidation that suppressed his abilities, Virala would have already made his escape. Because of this, he wasn't able to react fast enough towards the Comets. "Hey, is that all you got?" Virala taunted Yarsha Zahara, "Your most talented daughter will grow up as a Mammoth Clansman. And in the future, she'll hunt the lot of you. How does that sound?" Hearing his words, Yarsha Zahara's eyes turned beet red, growing in rage as she gritted her teeth and got up, whirring Prana through her body desperately in an effort to join the fight. She glared at Virala and brought out her Spirit Weapon. 'Good, become angry. That way, you'll hunt for me at the Mammoth Clan and kill my body camping there.' That was what Virala wanted. Until that body was killed, forget growing strong, Virala would be unable to build a second body. After all, the body at the Mammoth Clan was the one he condensed upon reaching the 2-Life Stage. Unless that body reached the peak of the Body Stage, Virala would be unable to create a third body. He wanted to get rid of it first. What best way to do that than kidnap the Boar King's daughter and place the blame on the target? It was why Virala didn't reveal that Ruvva was a child born out of the union of Virala and Yarsha Zahara. As long as she and the Boar King assume Ruvva as their child, they'll do everything in their power to reclaim her. This means their attention would naturally align towards annihilating the figure of Loot who was camping at the Mammoth Clan. To ensure that body was killed as soon as possible, Virala intended to antagonise the Wean Tribe to the limit. "Woah! That was close!" Virala evaded Yarsha Zahara's Spirit Weapon, unwilling to see her obtain Astral Weaponiser. "Aren't we part of the same race? Why are you doing this?" Barla shouted in frustration upon seeing Virala's Empyrean Boar King body, "You have the same body as my dad, that of an Empyrean Boar King." "Isn't it simple?" Virala laughed, "I have the Empyrean Boar King's body but not Astral Chart. I'm just curious to see if swallowing the lot of you will allow me to gain it." "I mean, that's how your beloved dad became the strongest existence in Sumatra." Virala grinned with a twisted smile, "By devouring his entire race. I'm curious to hear his remarks about the taste." "Disgusting bastard!" Brana cursed in anger and pounced upon him, frustrated to see that Virala was a tad faster. And thanks to his smaller figure, he was able to evade them all easily, consuming the minimum most energy to do so. That was the advantage of having a small form. It was best for moving and evasion while conserving energy the best. As Virala's intention wasn't to attack them, moving about like this was for the best. As Yarsha Zahara churned Prana through her body, she was able to recover bit by bit, able to participate more and more in the fight against Virala. The entirety of her focus was on recovering her newborn daughter, as a result failing to sense the Mystic Eater stealthily creeping upon her. A Mystic Eater jutted out of a rocky pillar and consumed the Prana within a Comet, as a result turning it unresponsive, performing the same to all nearby Satellites. They moved underground and through the rocky pillars, directly seeping into the Satellites and Comets attached to those surfaces. As a result, before the Satellites and Comets managed to react, they were deprived of all Prana. It was by relying upon this method that Orakha managed to spy upon Varahan Mansion all along. Even though the place was littered with Comets, Yarsha Zahara was unable to recover enough Prana to keep them all active. As a result, many were inactive, lacking the Prana to keep functioning. She only maintained the bare minimum necessary to protect the Varahan Mansion, intending to recharge the rest during an invasion from the residents of Fentan City. Thereby, when she came across empty Comets, Yarsha Zahara only judged that the Prana within had been expended, unaware that the cause was Mystic Eaters. Having been observing Varahan Mansion, Orakaha maintained a note of when each and every Comet and Satellite had been recharged with Prana. As a result, he knew which ones to target best while ensuring Yarsha Zahara and her children would remain unaware. And now, Orakha appeared next to Varahan Mansion, giving commands to his Mystic Eaters that moved in a certain route and approached Yarsha Zahara. The Mystic Eater in the lead focused on her, making note of the parts of her body that had been replaced by her Human Avatar. Touching those places was dangerous, since it would get absorbed and transform into the latter's strength. Once the Mystic Eater made its observation, it coiled its body and leaped out, targeting Yarsha Zahara's stomach, for that was where her Minor Treasure of Storage Lantern had fused. "Kya!" Yarsha Zahara screamed in fright upon seeing an ink- black serpent seep into her stomach and leap out, carrying in its mouth a Sumatra Gold. She stared at it and spontaneously targeted it with a Comet, staring in a daze as other Mystic Eaters interfered and tanked the attack. Most of them died in the attack but managed to ensure the Mystic Eater carrying the piece of Sumatra Gold managed to escape. "Kyak!" She hadn't even taken a breather when another Mystic Eater deftly avoided her Spirit Weapon and stole a second Sumatra Gold from her stomach. "You were a terrifying character in Sumatra Chronicles, but that was only because you spent every moment of your existence drawing out the entirety of your potential. But here," Orakha muttered, shaking his head as he stole a third Sumatra Gold, "you're merely a sheltered brat, unaware of the true extent of your capabilities." "As a result, you cannot avoid me." Orakha slowly made his presence known to his target, watching as the entrance leading into the Attributed Region finished forming, with one appearing right behind him. It was the one that was supposed to appear at the Varahan Mansion. And now, it had shifted to the middle of the street, forming a couple hundred metres away from the entrance of Varahan Mansion. !

**Chapitre 502 – Orakha prend pour cible Yarsha Zahara** « Reviens ici ! » hurla Barla en se métamorphosant en Sanglier Empyréen avant de bondir vers Virala. « Non merci ! » rétorqua ce dernier. Sa queue jaillit pour s’ancrer plus loin, se rétractant aussitôt pour le propulser hors de portée. L’outil à son extrémité se mua en foreuse, perforant le sol. Virala s’y engouffra sans hésiter. « Salaud ! Ne t’avise pas de fuir ! » Braga plongea dans l’orifice à son tour. Son corps gonfla instantanément, prenant la forme d’un Sanglier Empyréen qui occupa tout l’espace. Ses défenses menaçantes visaient à écraser Virala. « Tu comptes tuer ton propre frère, c’est ça ? » La queue de Virala se transforma en cage, amortissant le choc. *Troisième Stade du Corps, Étape 1 — Défense !* Une barrière flotta devant lui, semblable à une Arme Spirituelle. Elle s’activa dans un grondement et transperça Braga, le forçant à reculer. La cage s’ouvrit. Virala en émergea et la remodela en un berceau clos, y déposant Ruvva avec précaution. L’intérieur, tapissé de fragments du Géant Doré, absorbait les secousses. Moins efficace qu’un conteneur stabilisé par la *Gravité Inertielle Interne*, mais suffisant. *Troisième Stade du Corps, Étape 3 — Sanglier !* Virala prit la forme d’un Roi Sanglier Empyréen miniature et jaillit du trou, le berceau accroché à sa queue. Il esquiva les six Sangliers lancés à sa poursuite. *Boum !* Une Comète l’atteignit en plein visage, le projetant en arrière. Une seconde l’éclaboussa de sang. Bien que ses blessures se régénérassent aussitôt, il se raidit. Trop jeune pour encaisser sans limite, chaque attaque épuisait son Prana. Il devait fuir. Sans l’effet paralysant de l’*Intimidation Rocailleuse*, il aurait déjà disparu. Mais les Comètes le ralentissaient. « C’est tout ce dont tu es capable ? » lança-t-il à Yarsha Zahara, narquois. « Ta fille talentueuse grandira parmi les Mammouths. Un jour, elle vous chassera tous. Qu’en penses-tu ? » Les yeux de Yarsha Zahara virèrent au rouge sang. Les dents serrées, elle se releva, canalisant son Prana avec rage. Son Arme Spirituelle apparut dans un éclair. *Parfait. Plus tu t’énerveras, plus tu traqueras ce corps chez les Mammouths.* Virala en avait besoin. Tant que cette enveloppe ne serait pas détruite, il ne pourrait évoluer. Façonnée au *Stade des Deux Vies*, elle devait atteindre l’apogée du *Stade Corporel* avant qu’il n’obtienne une troisième forme. Quelle meilleure méthode que d’enlever la fille du Roi Sanglier et d’en rejeter la faute sur sa cible ? Il gardait un secret : Ruvva n’était pas leur enfant. Si Yarsha Zahara et le Roi Sanglier la croyaient des leurs, ils se battraient pour la récupérer. Leur rage se tournerait alors vers *Loot*, le traître réfugié chez les Mammouths. Pour hâter sa mort, Virala pousserait la tribu Wean à bout. « Aïe ! Ça a frôlé ! » Il évita l’Arme Spirituelle de Yarsha Zahara, l’empêchant d’atteindre l’*Armaturisation Astrale*. « Nous sommes de la même race ! Pourquoi agir ainsi ? » s’exclama Barla, perturbée par son apparence de Roi Sanglier. « Tu as le corps de mon père ! » « C’est simple, ricana Virala. J’ai son corps, mais pas sa *Carte Astrale*. Et si vous dévorer tous me l’offrait ? » « Après tout, votre cher père est devenu le plus fort de Sumatra ainsi. En dévorant sa propre race. J’aimerais savoir ce qu’il en pensait. » « Monstre immonde ! » Braga bondit, furieux, mais Virala, plus petit et véloce, esquivait avec aisance. Cette taille réduisait ses dépenses énergétiques. Parfait pour fuir sans combattre. Yarsha Zahara, absorbée par sa canalisation de Prana, ne remarqua pas les *Mangeurs Mystiques* rampant vers elle. L’un d’eux émergea d’un pilier rocheux, aspirant l’énergie d’une Comète inactive. Ils infestaient les Satellites alentour, les vidant de leur puissance. C’est ainsi qu’Orakha avait espionné le Manoir Varahan. Bien que protégé par des Comètes, Yarsha Zahara n’en activait que le minimum, réservant son Prana. Les *Mangeurs Mystiques* exploitèrent cette faille. Orakha, connaissant leurs cycles de recharge, savait lesquelles cibler discrètement. Il apparut près du manoir, guidant ses créatures vers Yarsha Zahara. Son regard analysa les parties fusionnées avec son *Avatar Humain* — trop dangereuses à toucher. Puis, il visa son ventre, où logeait sa *Lanterne de Stockage Mineure*. « Kyaaa ! » Un serpent d’encre s’y enfonça, volant un *Or de Sumatra*. Une Comète riposta, mais d’autres Mangeurs interceptèrent le coup, se sacrifiant pour leur complice. « Kyak ! » Un second Mangeur déroba un autre Or, esquivant l’Arme Spirituelle avec agilité. « Dans les *Chroniques de Sumatra*, tu étais redoutable. Mais ici… murmura Orakha en subtilisant un troisième Or, tu n’es qu’une enfant protégée, ignorante de ton vrai pouvoir. » « Tu ne peux m’échapper. » Il se révéla enfin, tandis qu’une entrée vers la *Région Attribuée* se formait derrière lui. Déplacée de son emplacement initial, elle trônait désormais au milieu de la rue.