I'll Surpass The MC - Chapter 377

Chapter 377 Work! Work! More Work!

"A combined total of 24 Briga and 50 Nariga. Not bad for our first day." Inala counted the money in his pouch with a smile as he stared at Wittral, "An honest day's earnings are pleasurable to count."

"Well...you're not wrong about that." Wittral patted his stomach, "But I'm famished now. It has been a day since we ate anything good. And we're both too thin."

"Yes, recovering our physical strength is our first priority." Inala nodded, 'Only then can I start aiming for that mansion.'

Currently, they were in a different city. He had to save up some money to travel to Fentan City and make plans to gain entry into Arlfarah Mansion, the place where one of the ten entrances leading to the Major Treasure of Attribute would show up.

There was plenty of work to be done, since he was delayed a lot along the way. There were only thirteen years left for the Attribute to reveal itself.

By then, he had to reach the peak of the 2-Life Stage, complete merging Sumatra Gold into his skeleton and make it compatible while both his bodies were stacked atop each other, reach the final stage of both Mystic Bone Art and Mystic Mist Art, finish comprehending the data regarding his Mystic Path—present in Gannala—and finish his own using it. Finally, he had to finish preparations to summon a Bolt of Transcendence.

This was his internal requirements. Externally, he had to prevent the reincarnates from getting into Arlfarah Mansion, ensure the Boar King remains on the run and doesn't spend much time growing his strength, figure out what the Boar King's plans were towards his Ravaged Tribe, survey the location where the Second Major Disaster starts, and finally, create an environment where Gannala could develop in her Empyrean Tusk form without issues.nove-lB(In

Last but not least, there was the Quip Tribe, with its success affecting him both internally and externally. He had to make plans for their growth and ensure that at least a single Quip Tribesman manages to become a Clansman.

The time for that has to be perfect too, which should happen right as he obtains the Attribute. Too quick or too late, the benefits wouldn't be as much as what he desired. Hence, Inala had to completely map out the route through which a Ravaged Tribe becomes a Clan.

And if possible, he will also gear them into the type of Clan that he wants for his future plans.

As it was late into the evening, Inala and Wittral exited the city, since they didn't have permission to stay there. Instead, they had to make their way towards the closest Northern Lake and board a Geyser Cup there.

"The ferry costs 1 Briga per each." The captain of the boat said.

"That's expensive." Wittral frowned at the price.

The old man approached it and seeped his Prana into it, patiently beginning the refinement process as he created the cylinder as his Spirit Weapons.

Two minutes later, mist began to gush out of the cylinder walls, increasing in volume before soon, it stopped spewing out any mist. Once this happened, the old man opened the cylinder and stared at the couple litres of a greenish substance inside, "We have a great haul!"

"Sweet!"

"You rock, old man!"

"Let's feast!" The group of people accompanying the old man cheered in response as they divided the greenish substance between themselves and dispersed.

"What are they doing?" Wittral asked.

"Mineral harvest." A middle-aged man seated on the edge with a strand of bamboo in his mouth muttered casually, having heard Wittral's question, "Whenever the composition of the water in the lake becomes beneficial, we harvest large sums of it. We extract the minerals from it and feed it to the plants and Pranic Beasts reared on this Geyser Cup for food and other needs."

"It's how we make a living."

"Then why not harvest more of it?" Wittral expressed his confusion, "You can make more money that way, right?"

"Puhahaha!" The middle-aged man laughed raucously in response as he stared at Wittral, trying his best to control his laughter but failing to do so. "It's apparent that you're new to this place!"

"Tch!" Wittral felt annoyed by the laughter and walked away.

"Demand and supply, my boy." The middle-aged man shouted once Wittral was a few metres away, "It's useless to refine more since the supply vastly exceeds the demand."

"That's what it means to live in a resource-rich region."