I'll Surpass The MC - Chapter 1013

Chapter 1013: Empyrean Extraction, Mind Slip, and Mystic Skill Creator

Grwoohh!

Bubbles escaped his mouth as Inala felt suffocated. The water intended to surge in and drown him, applying pressure on his body. The jagged edges of a few rocks had pierced his body, drawing out blood.

His consciousness slipped in and out as Inala lay helpless. He took a moment to analyse his situation and then brought out the Silver Biome Bomb. His Major Treasure of Weapon was holding it as a Spirit Weapon.

The Silver Biome Bomb latched its two tendrils on him and seeped in Prana. It was a paltry sum for his body, as after the Silver Grade Prana was converted into Gold Grade Prana, not much remained.

Every few seconds, Inala gained one unit of Prana, which wasn’t enough to treat him.

Mystic Sumatra Art—Regeneration Affinity!

His most dangerous injuries began to heal as Inala used his Billakin hands to tap the rocks trapping him. A touch, and a rock turned to dust. However, it consumed a lot of Prana too.

Applying pressure on his thigh, Inala squeezed out the rock’s dust that was lodged in his wound. His Prana would fine-tune and eject out the traces of dirt still present in the flesh.

He spent an hour, exhausting all the Silver Biome Bombs stored in his ten-storey Storage Lantern. Rock dust covered his surroundings after he used his Billakin on the landslide. His position was still masked under the layer of earth, preventing any Prana detection means from checking upon his status.

’I have barely over a hundred units of Prana.’ He began to swim through the muddy water, feeling his Prana being consumed steadily. Air wasn’t reaching his lungs, which was causing it to fail. It was consuming Prana to maintain itself, which was how his body kept functioning.

But the moment he was exhausted of Prana, he would drop dead spontaneously.

Through the canyon of the Stromar Cliff, Inala swam through the water and rock mixture, trying his best to remain deep within the mixture and avoid detection from the Quip Clan.

"Haah!" He gasped for breath upon surfacing behind a mountain. His muddy face barely peeked out of the murky waters, only enough for his nostrils to suck in clean air. For a few seconds, Inala simply inhaled and exhaled.

There was a burn in his lungs, which calmed down with the influx of fresh air. Upon gathering his bearings, Inala plunged back into the water and swam farther away, until the water turned clear. He was a few mountains away from the Quip Clan’s encirclement now.

Swoosh!

There was a golden flash, and the figure of a Muscl vanished. By the time it could react, it found itself hovering before Inala, with its neck crushed by a golden hand until it fell unconscious.

Inala made an incision on its hump and dug into its contents, feeling his Prana recover at a faster pace. "Thank you."

Once he had his fill, he stored a portion in his Storage Lantern as an emergency ration. The hump was still half-filled, which meant the Muscl had many years before it needed to replenish itself.

If it truly wanted, it could fill it in a matter of months, thanks to how frequently the flash floods happened in the Stromar Cliff and caused the production of Krave Fil.

Mystic Sumatra Art—Kinesis Weapon!

Inala raced up the mountain and avoided the Rascls that targeted him, treating him as prey since he wasn’t releasing his Presence. Soon, he had reached its top, taking a glance before scaling down.

He scaled up and down a few mountains, recalling Loya’s words, ’There should be one in these parts.’

A few hours of nonstop movement later, Inala arrived at the peak of a mountain and stared down its crater, feeling a skin prickle.

At the bottom of the crater, sleeping beside a pool of water that was connected to the Mrutch Sea, was a Roshmon. Its ears perked up suddenly. But before it got up and could assume a battle stance, Inala landed on it with force.

His Rutham hands flashed like a piston and bombarded dozens of attacks on the Roshmon in a second. Right as the Roshmon retaliated by using its Infused Kinesis Touch to send him flying away, Inala threw a couple dozen Prana Bombs on the latter’s body.

Mewww!

The Roshmon screeched in pain, almost knocked unconscious from the pain. Its power of Infused Kinesis Touch was cut short as the Prana being circulated through its body was cut off. In sections of its body, blood was flowing without any Prana, since they had been absorbed by the Prana Bombs.

With Infused Kinesis Touch cut off, Inala landed back on the Roshmon before it could deal with the Prana Bombs.

His hands bombarded nonstop as a Silver Biome Bomb flew into its nostrils and expanded in size to burst out of its nose.

When the Roshmon used Inherent Recoil on the Silver Biome Bomb, Inala used his Billakin to crumble it, rendering the opponent’s actions useless.

Not even giving the Roshmon time to gawk, Inala threw more Prana Bombs while collecting the ones that had finished filling up. His hands flashed and embedded spikes of Rutham in the walls of the crater.

When necessary, he would use Psychokinesis to stabilise his position and prevent himself from being crashed into a wall by Infused Kinesis Touch.

The Roshmon struggled to grasp what was happening as another Silver Biome Bomb burst out of its nostrils, spewing out a fountain of blood once again.

"Argh!" Inala roared once as his Rutham hands bombarded the Roshmon’s jaws, turning into Billakin at the moment of contact to turn the bones part of the jaw into powder.

Thud!

The battle barely lasted two minutes, and the Roshmon collapsed on the floor, thinned out considerably, fully deprived of Prana. Standing on its head, Inala eyed it with pity, "I’m sorry, we have no enmity."

"I just...need your power." Saying so, he placed his hand on its forehead and seeped his Prana into it.

Mysti Sumatra Art—Empyrean Extraction!

Blood churned through the Roshmon’s body as it interacted with its muscles and gained imprints of the latter. The Spirit Container shattered and imprinted everything part of it into the blood. As it did so, all the data part of the Roshmon’s mindspace flowed into the blood.

Like the water in a washing machine, the Roshmon’s blood circulated multiple times through every nook and cranny of its body and then oozed out of its eyes. By the time it came out, the Roshmon had deflated, as if everything of value from it had been extracted.

The blood hovered before Inala and shed droplets that rained on the ground. In a matter of seconds, the blood clustered and clotted to form a hardened sphere.

And then, the Roshmon’s presence emanated from it, as if its Spirit Container was beginning to form. Traces of it appeared as Inala watched the clump of blood turn crystalline and morph into the shape of the Roshmon’s head.

"The process is pretty different." Inala uttered as he stared at the crystallite Roshmon before him, which was bigger than his body.

Mystic Bone Art functioned on bones and used Bone Slips for information transfer. Therefore, Empyrean Extraction turned the skull of the target into a Bone Slip. The skull was used since it encapsulated the brain, the information-storing organ of the body.

Mystic Sumatra Art, on the other hand, worked by imprinting the characteristics of blood and Prana on each other. Therefore, its equivalent of Empyrean Extraction condensed the target’s blood after it had been imprinted with all the creature’s characteristics.

A Spirit Container was what interacted with both Prana and blood. And hence, its characteristics were emulated to result in the crystalline information slip. "This isn’t like those skulls I collected in the past. It’s pretty fragile."

Worst of all, the crystal would sustain damage just after its contents were accessed once. Meaning, it couldn’t be preserved for future generations.

Mystic Sumatra Art—Mind Slip!

Mystic Sumatra Art—Glove Slip!

Inala transferred all its contents into a Billakin Information Slip. It was huge, four times bigger than his body. That was the size required to store all the data of a Roshmon.

Now that it had been stored safely, without worries about the information in it getting damaged or lost over use, Inala used the Mind Slip Skill and accessed its contents. "I’m not the optimal person for a Brully build, my ass!"

He snorted, able to digest, analyse, and comprehend the data at a rapid pace, many times faster than even his Royal Zinger self was capable of, "Resha might be a better fit for this build, but that doesn’t mean I’m not fit."

"Stealing data and deriving Skills through it is the essence of my fighting style!" He uttered as his hands turned into Rutham. Slowly, less than a day later, Inala had grasped most of a Roshmon’s core capabilities, which was enough. "I now have enough to create and fire it."

Mystic Sumatra Art—Mystic Skill Creator!

The data was condensed to form a Skill and was quickly elevated to its peak, turning it into a Prime Skill.

Prime Skill—Roshmon Nature!

It simply harnessed a Roshmon’s data from Inala’s mind space, carried it through his Prana, and imprinted it into his blood, allowing him to exhibit the traits of a Roshmon.

And then, Inala surged everything into his Rutham Hands, "I will progress on the build the Brimgan Founder originally intended for the Brimgan Royals."

Mystic Sumatra Art—Secondary Refinement!