Chapter 512 - Translation

Chapter 512 A Repulsive Scenario "Your Highness, Lord Cuck!" Virala reverted to human form and came to a standstill twenty metres before Resha, "Miss me?" "…" Resha stared at Virala in a daze for a moment before clarity returned to his mind. He bellowed in anger, "Disgusting fuck!" Resha unleashed a gravitational pull, intending to bring Virala closer when the latter's mass changed abruptly as a worm drilled into the ground. The ground acted as a strong barrier towards Resha's Prana detection, preventing him from sensing Virala's position. 'Ewworm?' Resha was surprised by the transformation, observing that he was unable to detect the latter's movements anymore. Prana pulsed out of his body, condensing the effects of External Inertial Gravity that slammed into the ground and caused shockwaves to course through it. There was a pull, followed by an immediate push, looping dozens of times every second. The disruptive shockwave wasn't destructive in the least. If any Pranic Beast were to be underground, it would only feel a mild discomfort. However, this fluctuation allowed Resha to build a mental imagery of the ground based on the varying levels of density. Soil pattern, types of minerals, etc. He was able to detect them all. And eventually, he was able to detect a minor movement in the density of a certain location, honing in on the place, "There you are!" A powerful suction force was unleashed as the topsoil flew toward Resha. Amidst the stream of soil was a metre-long Mystic Ewworm, unable to slither away as all the soil that its body was in contact with was being pulled towards Resha. In response, the Mystic Ewworm's tail transformed into a hook that latched onto Barla, causing the latter to resist fiercely in her Empyrean Boar form. Barla was unwilling to be pulled towards Resha and hence tried to free herself. Unfortunately for her, the hook had stabbed itself into her tusks and hence couldn't be removed easily. She would have to revert to human form to escape the hook, but doing so was dangerous since sharp projectiles were flying in the region thanks to the tornado. She dug her hooves deeper into the ground and stopped herself. Using her like an anchor, the Mystic Ewworm coiled its tail to roll up the string connected to the hook and closed in on her. "You!" Barla glared in anger to see the Mystic Ewworm slither over her body and slap her away, causing her to lose her balance and be sent flying towards Resha. "That guy is someone desperate to kill your father." Virala's whisper resounded in her ear, enticing her emotions, "He has been creating a weapon personalised to counter the Boar King. If you don't save yourselves, all your siblings will die." "Shut up!" Barla churned Prana through her body and unleashed Prana Shock, sending Virala flying away. She then hurried to the rescue of her siblings upon seeing them resist the sharp projectiles flying their way once they moved farther away from the eye of the tornado. "I…am not going to kill my children!" Yarsha Zahara grunted desperately as she felt a tremendous amount of hatred build up in her. She suddenly was distracted by the sounds of Ruvva's crying, causing her attention to focus on the latter. "This…is…" She felt difficulty in processing her thoughts. After Resha's statement, she realised that Ruvva wasn't birthed by the union of her and the Boar King. She could easily connect the dots upon sensing the frequency of Virala's Prana fluctuations. The sheltered Yarsha Zahara wasn't able to, but the Sumatra Chronicles version could do it as easily as breathing. She could confirm that Virala had fooled her by transforming into the Boar King to make her birth Ruvva. To be honest, she wasn't as disgusted by Ruvva as she would have had originally. After all, Ruvva was a Free Human and not an Empyrean Boar. Moreover, as both her selves were merging, Yarsha Zahara could feel Ruvva's speciality as a Mystic Human. She observed that Virala too was a Mystic Human, a Free Human that was uninfluenced to the limit. However, the concentration of Mystic Human genes was higher in Ruvva, for she was born as such, having inherited all the genetic characteristics of Yarsha Zahara. Even Barla failed to inherit all of Yarsha Zahara's latent talent. Her siblings too were more or less similar. But Ruvva was different. 'She can achieve my dream!' As the influence from her Sumatra Chronicles version grew stronger, Yarsha Zahara thought as she stared at Ruvva, extending her hand in an effort to grab her, only to see a row of Mystic Eaters jut between them. Her fingertips transformed into her Sumatra Gold Human Avatar as a beam of Prana flooded out of them and slammed into the Mystic Eaters, absorbing some of them. "Keuk!" She stared at her back to see a Mystic Eater had gushed into her stomach and leaped out from the other side, carrying another Sumatra Gold in its stomach. The moment Yarsha Zahara focused on dealing with the Mystic Eaters preventing her from taking hold of Ruvva, another batch targeted the Sumatra Gold in her possession. "You are…resourceful." She scowled at Orakha, slowly beginning to stabilise as waves of Prana began to form around her. 'Oh, fuck!' Even though Orakha put on a strong front, he was internally shitting bricks to see that the two personalities of Yarsha Zahara were already starting to stabilise. Sumatra Gold could stabilise and make everything practical. And now, that was also helping to integrate her two selves at a practical scale. 'Ten…fifteen minutes tops.' Orakha made an estimate as he began to combine Mystic Eaters to strike faster. Yarsha Zahara had managed to obtain a few of them during their tussle the moment her Sumatra Chronicles self gained better control of her body. If he were to dally any longer, she'd manage to gather enough Mystic Eaters to retaliate against him. "Sheesh! How long do you need?" Virala grunted in annoyance as he grabbed a piece of rock and hurled it at Yarsha Zahara, distracting her when necessary. He then approached Brana, evaded a lunge by turning into a metre-long Mystic Ewworm, and threw a Spirit Slip in the latter's mouth. The Spirit Slip exploded and caused a bunch of information to flood Brana's mind, causing the latter to stare at Resha in alarm and flee farther away. The six siblings protected themselves in a corner while Virala popped out of the ground from time to time to target Resha and Yarsha Zahara. "Phew!" Orakha sighed in relief as he grabbed Ruvva and retreated into the shelter, watching the Mystic Ewworm slam nearby in a fluster and become a bloodied Virala. His body was covered in wounds as he developed the tool at the end of his tail into a cradle and placed Ruvva in safety there once again. "Thanks!" Virala grabbed a Sumatra Gold, feeling satisfied with just one as he ignored the pile in Orakha's position. He became a Mystic Ewworm and drilled into the ground, making a retreat. 'Is he heading to the Golden Giant?' Orakha thought as he unleashed the power of his Human Avatar to heat up the region and turn the ground into lava, 'Yarsha Zahara won't be able to absorb this lava since it's not the product of a Nature.' As long as her Human Avatar doesn't come in contact with the jet-black ink he released through his Human Avatar, she wouldn't be able to gain control of his ability. The lava was merely soil that had melted due to the heat and hence wasn't considered as the product of a Nature. 'This will keep them busy for the time being.' He targeted Barla and her siblings with the lava and made his escape. "No!" Yarsha Zahara used the Mystic Eaters she had gained control of to block the lava that was about to splash onto Barla, "Are you alright?" "Yes!" Barla shouted as she put her siblings—after they reverted to human form—in her mouth and made a leap, jumping onto a piece of land that wasn't lava. But the moment she landed on it, the piece of land fractured and began to sink into the lava that had already spread underneath. Orakha had used most of his Prana to unleash the attack, for he wanted to buy enough time to safely flee with the pile of Sumatra Gold that he had stolen. Once he rejoins his body near the Golden Giant, he'll be at full strength and could then focus on integrating the Sumatra Gold into his Human Avatar. With that, his preparations will be complete to enter the Attributed Region. "Mom! Save us!" Barla shouted, staring in despair to see Yarsha Zahara remain unresponsive. She watched as her hooves plunged into the lava, causing her to scream in pain, "MOM!" There was a flash of green, following which a bubble enveloped her body, tanking the heat from the lava as it gradually hovered up and carried her. Another bubble appeared at a spot in the lava and began to unleash grey mist that solidified into a platform of bone. The lava in contact with it cooled down and solidified into stone as the bubble carrying Barla popped, causing her to fall on the platform of bone. "Resha, calm down." Grehha's voice resounded as grey mist began to circulate through the tornado, turning it grey. And then, it solidified into bone, forming a colossal spiral of bone that reached the sky. Resha glared in the direction of the voice when an Empyrean Incubator slammed into his face, blocking his vision. A field of gravity protected him from the impact, preventing the Empyrean Incubator from actually touching him. He swatted it away and noticed that standing before Yarsha Zahara was the figure of Grehha, one whose hand had extended to offer her support. "Do you mind if I help you?" Grehha asked her as he used a kerchief to wipe the sweat on her forehead, "I know what is happening to you. If It's okay with you, I can help you ease up the pain." Her eyes shot wide open as Yarsha Zahara observed Grehha. She then accepted his help and got up, asking promptly, "Give me one of those bubbles you made." "Sure," Grehha replied happily and created a fist-sized Empyrean Incubator, watching the latter use her Human Avatar to gain control over it. Yarsha Zahara instantly expanded its size and enveloped her head with it, unleashing incessant waves of Prana through it that impacted her. Her Minor Treasure of Storage Lantern activated in response as three pieces of Sumatra Gold were built into her Human Avatar. A few seconds later, the Empyrean Incubator was expended as Yarsha Zahara's gaze was calm, having stabilised herself. Her gaze moved from Resha to Grehha, followed by the shelter from where Virala and Orakha had fled the scene, and finally, to the six children she had birthed, her mutter filled with a tone of mockery, "What a repulsive scenario." "It's fitting for a sheltered idiot like me." !

Chapitre 512 Un Scénario Répugnant « Votre Altesse, Seigneur Cuck ! » Virala reprit forme humaine et s'immobilisa à vingt mètres de Resha. « Je t'ai manqué ? » « … » Resha fixa Virala, hébété, avant que son esprit ne retrouve sa clarté. Il rugit de colère : « Dégueulasse, enfoiré ! » Resha déclencha une attraction gravitationnelle pour rapprocher Virala, mais la masse de ce dernier changea brusquement lorsqu'un ver s'enfouit dans le sol. La terre forma une barrière infranchissable à la détection de Prana de Resha, l'empêchant de localiser Virala. *Un Ver Mystique ?* Resha fut surpris par cette transformation, constatant qu'il ne pouvait plus suivre ses mouvements. Son Prana irradia en pulsations, condensant les effets de la Gravité Inertielle Externe qui s'écrasa sur le sol, provoquant des ondes de choc. Une attraction, puis une répulsion, répétées des dizaines de fois par seconde. Ces fluctuations n'étaient pas destructrices. Si une Bête de Prana se trouvait sous terre, elle n'aurait ressenti qu'un léger inconfort. Cependant, cela permit à Resha de cartographier mentalement le sol grâce aux variations de densité. Motifs de terre, types de minéraux… Il perçut tout. Et enfin, un infime mouvement à un endroit précis. « Je te tiens ! » Une force d'aspiration titanesque s'échappa de lui, arrachants les couches superficielles du sol. Parmi les débris de terre volait un Ver Mystique d'un mètre de long, incapable de fuir : le sol autour de lui était irrésistiblement attiré vers Resha. En réponse, la queue du Ver Mystique se transforma en un crochet qui s'accrocha à Barla, toujours sous sa forme de Sanglier Empyréen. Celle-ci résista férocement, refusant d'être entraînée vers Resha. Hélas pour elle, le crochet avait transpercé ses défenses, impossible à retirer aisément. Elle aurait dû reprendre forme humaine pour s'en libérer, mais c'était trop risqué avec les projectiles tranchants volant dans la zone, propulsés par la tornade. Elle enfonça ses sabots plus profondément, s'ancrant au sol. Le Ver Mystique enroula alors sa queue autour d'elle, utilisant son corps comme point fixe pour se rapprocher. « Espèce de… ! » Barla gronda de rage en voyant le ver glisser sur elle avant de la gifler, la déséquilibrant et l'envoyant valser vers Resha. « Ce type est déterminé à tuer ton père », chuchota Virala à son oreille, attisant ses émotions. « Il a conçu une arme spécifique pour contrer le Roi Sanglier. Si tu ne te sauves pas, tous tes frères et sœurs mourront. » « La ferme ! » Barla canalisa son Prana en un Choc de Prana, expédiant Virala au loin. Elle se précipita alors vers ses frères et sœurs, les aidant à esquiver les projectiles mortels dès qu'ils s'éloignèrent de l'œil de la tornade. « Je… ne tuerai pas mes enfants ! » Yarsha Zahara gémit, submergée par une haine grandissante. Les pleurs de Ruvva captèrent soudain son attention, focalisant son regard sur elle. « Ce… n'est pas… » Son esprit peinait à assimiler la réalité. Après les révélations de Resha, elle comprit que Ruvva n'était pas née de son union avec le Roi Sanglier. Les fluctuations de Prana de Virala lui permirent de reconstituer la vérité. La Yarsha Zahara naïve n'aurait jamais compris, mais la version des *Chroniques de Sumatra* en fut capable en un clin d'œil. Virala l'avait trompée en prenant l'apparence du Roi Sanglier pour qu'elle donne naissance à Ruvva. Contre toute attente, elle n'éprouvait pas le dégoût qu'elle aurait dû ressentir. Ruvva était une Humaine Libre, non un Sanglier Empyréen. De plus, alors que ses deux moi fusionnaient, Yarsha Zahara percevait la particularité de Ruvva en tant qu'Humaine Mystique. Virala, lui aussi, était un Humain Mystique, un Humain Libre affranchi de toute influence. Mais la concentration de gènes mystiques était supérieure chez Ruvva, née ainsi, héritant pleinement des caractéristiques génétiques de Yarsha Zahara. Même Barla n'avait pas hérité de tout son talent latent. Ses autres enfants étaient similaires. Mais Ruvva était différente. *Elle peut réaliser mon rêve !* Sous l'influence croissante de sa version des *Chroniques de Sumatra*, Yarsha Zahara tendit la main vers Ruvva… pour se heurter à une rangée de Mangeurs Mystiques surgis entre elles. Ses doigts se transformèrent en son Avatar Humain Doré de Sumatra, libérant un rayon de Prana qui absorba quelques Mangeurs. « Keuk ! » Elle se retourna : un Mangeur Mystique avait traversé son ventre, emportant un autre fragment d'Or de Sumatra. Tandis qu'elle se concentrait sur les Mangeurs bloquant son accès à Ruvva, d'autres ciblèrent l'Or en sa possession. « Tu es… ingénieux. » Elle toisa Orakha, commençant à se stabiliser tandis que des vagues de Prana l'enveloppaient. *Oh, merde !* Malgré son air impassible, Orakha suait à grosses gouttes intérieurement. Les deux personnalités de Yarsha Zahara commençaient déjà à s'harmoniser. L'Or de Sumatra consolidait tout, accélérant leur fusion. *Dix… quinze minutes max.* Orakha estima le temps restant tout en fusionnant des Mangeurs pour frapper plus vite. Yarsha Zahara avait réussi à en capturer quelques-uns dès que sa version des *Chroniques* prit le contrôle. S'il tardait, elle en accumulerait assez pour contre-attaquer. « Pff ! T'en as pour encore longtemps ? » Virala ronchonna, lançant un caillou pour distraire Yarsha Zahara. Il se faufila vers Brana, évita une charge en se métamorphosant en Ver Mystique, et lui fourra un Message Spirituel dans la bouche. Celui-ci explosa, inondant l'esprit de Brana d'informations. Ce dernier jeta un regard alarmé à Resha avant de fuir. Les six frères et sœurs se regroupèrent dans un coin tandis que Virala surgissait sporadiquement pour harceler Resha et Yarsha Zahara. « Ouf ! » Orakha soupira, saisissant Ruvva pour se réfugier dans l'abri. Le Ver Mystique atterrit brutalement à côté, redevenant un Virala ensanglanté, couvert de blessures. Il façonna un berceau au bout de sa queue et y déposa Ruvva. « Merci ! » Virala attrapa un morceau d'Or de Sumatra, satisfait, ignorant le tas détenu par Orakha. Il reprit forme de ver et disparut sous terre. *Il part vers le Géant Doré ?* Orakha activa son Avatar Humain pour transformer le sol en lave. *Yarsha Zahara ne peut absorber cette lave, car elle n'est pas un produit de la Nature.* Tant que son Avatar n'entrait pas en contact avec l'encre noire libérée par le sien, elle ne pourrait copier son pouvoir. La lave n'était que de la terre fondue, sans lien avec la Nature. *Ça les occupera un moment.* Il inonda Barla et ses frères et sœurs de lave avant de fuir. « Non ! » Yarsha Zahara utilisa les Mangeurs sous son contrôle pour bloquer la lave menaçant Barla. « Tu vas bien ? » « Oui ! » Barla hurla, plaçant ses frères et sœurs (redevenus humains) dans sa gueule avant de bondir vers une parcelle intacte. Mais dès qu'elle atterrit, le sol se fissura, sombrant dans la lave souterraine. Orakha avait épuisé son Prana pour cette attaque, souhaitant gagner assez de temps pour s'enfuir avec son butin d'Or de Sumatra. Une fois réuni à son corps près du Géant Doré, il serait à pleine puissance et pourrait intégrer l'Or à son Avatar. Ainsi, ses préparatifs pour pénétrer la Région Attribuée seraient complets. « Maman ! Sauve-nous ! » Barla cria, désespérée, voyant Yarsha Zahara immobile. Ses sabots plongèrent dans la lave, lui arrachant un hurlement. « MAMAN ! » Un éclair vert surgit, enveloppant son corps dans une bulle qui neutralisa la chaleur. Une autre bulle émergea, libérant une brume grise se solidifiant en plateforme osseuse. La lave en contact se refroidit en pierre. La bulle éclata, laissant Barla tomber sur la plateforme. « Resha, calme-toi. » La voix de Grehha résonna tandis qu'une brume grise circulait dans la tornade, la teintant. Elle se solidifia en une spirale osseuse géante s'élevant vers le ciel. Resha foudroya la direction de la voix lorsqu'un Incubateur Empyréen heurta son visage, bloquant sa vue. Un champ gravitationnel le protégea de l'impact. Il le repoussa et vit Grehha devant Yarsha Zahara, lui tendant la main. « Puis-je t'aider ? » demanda-t-il, épongeant la sueur sur son front. « Je comprends ce qui t'arrive. Si tu veux, je peux soulager ta douleur. » Les yeux de Yarsha Zahara s'écarquillèrent. Elle accepta son aide et se releva. « Donne-moi une de tes bulles. » « Bien sûr. » Grehha créa un Incubateur Empyréen de la taille d'un poing. Yarsha Zahara l'engloba de son Avatar, l'agrandit pour envelopper sa tête, et libéra des vagues de Prana. Sa Lanterne de Stockage s'activa, intégrant trois fragments d'Or de Sumatra à son Avatar. Quelques secondes plus tard, l'Incubateur fut consumé. Son regard était désormais calme, stabilisé. Elle balaya Resha, Grehha, l'abri d'où Virala et Orakha avaient fui, puis ses six enfants. Sa murmure résonna, teintée de moquerie : « Quel scénario répugnant. » « Tout à fait digne d'une idiote naïve comme moi. »