I'll Surpass The MC - Chapter 1073

Chapter 1073: The Iron Furball

Situated 200 kilometres from the Guna Caves was a forest, not bearing anything special to it other than a multitude of Iron Grade Pranic Beast Races living amongst it.

This region hadn’t created any waves, native to creates considered prey even for Iron Grade Pranic Beasts. They had great fertility, and the region was capable of sustaining a large enough population.

In essence, they were prey for the natives of the Guna Caves, especially the Shifting Ants. Forming large raid groups, the Shifting Ants would storm out of the Guna Caves, invade this region, capture as many natives as required, and return to their home.

Once the population in the region recovers to normal, the Shifting Ants would invade once again.

Currently, one Shifting Ant raid group was filing toward the forest when suddenly, their mandibles clattered. Their eyes, adapted to the darkness of the Guna Caves, burst from overexposure as a powerful hemispherical explosion of light swooned over them.

The light was merely concentrated streams of Prana fuelling psychokinesis, which was so dense even light was getting refracted through it. As the dome washed over, the group of Shifting Ants, numbering over forty thousand, lay twitching, in parts, until the trace amounts of Prana in the twitching parts dissipated.

Ka-Boom!

The explosion spread for dozens of kilometres, exhibiting a powerful presence suffocating enough to explode the bodies of Iron Grade Pranic Beasts upon mere exposure.

And at the centre of such an explosion, groaning in pain as the skin over her body flew off like shed leaves in an autumn forest setting, was Ruvva. "U-Uncle!"

In proximity to her was Orakha, the source of the explosion. All the latter had done was release his presence by pouring out his Prana, without any control. And that resulted in such devastation.

"Uncle! Please stop!"

"You’ll destroy everything..." As Ruvva screamed, the violent storm of Prana ripping her skin nonstop vanished, as if it had never existed in the first place. Standing before her, followed by a subtle golden flash, was Orakha.

With a calm, peaceful smile, Orakha raised his arm and wiped Ruvva’s face. And as he did so, the latter’s skin regenerated spontaneously. He wasn’t helping her regenerate. Rather, he was erasing the violent storm of psychokinesis that had invaded her body and was impeding her regenerative powers.

"Are you alright?" Orakha asked in concern, "I apologise for losing my cool. That was pretty unsightly of me to do so."

"It’s...it’s alright," Ruvva shook her head and calmed her thumping heart as she stared at the figure of Orakha, ’His strength...is on a whole other level.’

A similar Mystic Grade existence, Boul Brimgan, typically unleashed his power through a Spirit Weapon, as how all Brimgan Royals fought. Their sheer accuracy and precision made them existences capable of focused output of their power.

However, only when Orakha unleashed an explosion of power radially did Ruvva understand the might of the Rutham build, ’It’s a simple, but explosive power.’

Rutham spiked the power of psychokinesis, whether it be speed, power, or range. Due to its influence, a Brimgan Royal only wielded it using a Spirit Weapon and didn’t just blast off their psychokinesis through their presence like Orakha had done.

"Shall we get going?" Orakha asked as he observed his body and then smiled wryly, "Also, please make another puppet for me."

As he spoke, his form crumbled, revealing the 30-metre-tall golden giant, "I was barely holding it through psychokinesis. My outburst shredded it to bits."

"Yes," Ruvva created another puppet and watched it turn into Orakha upon being subjected to a pillar of light.

"Give me a moment," Orakha said and approached the farther end of the crater he had created. He silently kneeled before the body parts of the Shifting Ant carcasses and offered a prayer, "I apologise for such a senseless slaughter. I ended up killing you for something other than to satiate my hunger or for a purpose."

"For that, I apologise, which is all I can do for now." He slowly got up and stared at the Guna Caves, "I promise to help your race a little once I return with my intended build."

"Uncle!" Suddenly, Ruvva’s flustered shout resounded as Orakha spontaneously used his Prana detection means, turned into a golden flash, and appeared before his niece.

"L-Look at that..." Ruvva pointed at the centre of the crater where Orakha had released his explosion. Now, there was a sphere of energy congregating at the spot, whirling like a vortex.

Even though a violent storm of Prana had gathered within the vortex, not even a wisp of it leaked out. Unless one was using their Prana detection means, they wouldn’t sense it.

"What is this?" Ruvva shrilled as goosebumps appeared on her skin, "My detection means is going haywire..."

"Step back," Orakha said as he covered Ruvva’s eyes and ears, "Your resistance hasn’t reached a level where you could see this and remain sane."

Followed by a golden flash, Orakha brought Ruvva far away, from where they couldn’t spot anything unusual. However, at his suggestion, Ruvva placed her ear on the earth and tried to listen.

"What is the use of this?" She asked, unsure of what her uncle intended to convey to her.

"Just listen and tell me the moment you hear anything unusual," Orakha said, and calmly eyed the sky, ’Isn’t this too soon. Doesn’t Sumatra do this only to signify the start of another era?’

A few minutes later, her ears perked up as Ruvva uttered, "I hear something..."

"Stay here," Saying as such, Orakha turned into a golden flash and appeared at the centre of the crater.

Gua!

Guee!

Kya!

In the place where the violent storm of Prana used to exist, was now a head-sized furball, its innocent eyes lacking sentient as it stared at the figure of Orakha that had appeared before it, trembling in fright.

"Why..." Orakha frowned as he kneeled before the furball, "Why, of all places in Sumatra, did you appear here, before me?"

"Are you...expecting something from me, Sumatra?" Orakha asked as his eyes moistened a tad. After all, despite its body tensing and shivering in fear instinctively, the furball slowly walked towards him and climbed over his lap. It then closed its eyes and let out a soft purr, remaining absolutely defenceless.

The multitude of rage he was feeling internally subsided to a great extent. No, he diminished it voluntarily as Orakha’s hands stretched out, hesitant for a few seconds before gently rubbing the furball, "I...I am not sure what to make of this. Do you wish I tread this path, instead of the one I intend to at the moment?"

"Would it be alright?" Pride, fear, hesitation, and most of all, expectant. As they swirled in his mind, Orakha continued to pat the furball that had happily entered its slumber.

Expert Iron Grade Pranic Beast—Iron Empyrean Tentacle!

It had been revived before him. Orakha knew that with his build, he would be able to take complete advantage of the Mystic Empyrean Tentacle Race. The moment he pilots the Iron Empyrean Tentacle’s body, he will be able to instinctively perceive the location of the Silver and Gold Empyrean Tentacles.

Once he consumes those two, he would obtain the power of the Mystic Empyrean Tentacle, attaining the same build as Renduldu.

State of Harmony—Future Sight!

"Is that it?" Orakha thought of a possible solution. With Future Sight, he would have complete knowledge of a region, down to its smallest variables.

With that knowledge in hand, he would be able to select the target to be subjected to the effects of his original build. ’With Future Sight in my possession, I won’t have to ever worry about accumulating power. I’ll also have an easier time calculating everything and executing the same flawlessly.’

"I..." Orakha exhaled deeply and bowed until his forehead touched the ground, "I will uphold the honour of Sumatra’s Blessed Race. Please leave it to me."

He then lifted the furball and asked, even though he didn’t have to, "Little guy, are you okay with becoming my vessel?"

The Iron Empyrean Tentacle was merely a newborn, so it neither understood him nor had the means to respond. However, for a moment, it woke up from its sleep and licked his thumb once. And then, it fell asleep, completely defencelessly, as if surrendering itself to him.

"Thank you..." His hands trembled as tears streamed down his eyes, "After failing in life repeatedly, I needed that trust. Thank you for trusting in me. Thank you."

"I won’t fail your expectations. So," Orakha kissed the furball and gently poured into it a pillar of light, "Please rest assured. I will do my best."

"W-What happened?" Ruvva rushed towards the centre of the crater and noticed that Orakha had entered a new body, for her puppet was lying beside his feet.

"Uncle..." Staring at the tear-stricken face of Orakha, Ruvva asked hesitantly, "Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn’t I be?" Orakha laughed as he wiped his tears, "It’s like I’ve woken up from a nightmare. I don’t know what to say, Ruvva. It’s just that..."

"I feel blessed now."

"Shall we get going?" Orakha asked as he jumped onto Ruvva’s back, "We’re running out of time. So, let’s head to the Dieng Canyon post haste."