I'll Surpass The MC - Chapter 659

Chapter 659 Tangible Epidemic

Sight! Sound! Smell! Taste! Touch!

The five senses were bombarded with an array of disgustingness, unlike anything they had ever witnessed. The people turned brainless by the Transcendent Eater's scent regained their senses, for an instant, before emptying their bile.

It was an existence that bubbled incessantly, expanding and contracting in a certain frequency that short-circuited the brain as a self-defence means. A disgusting sight to see. Spikes protruded selectively through the bubbles, oozing murky pus.

The pus squirted bit by bit, appearing like a mix between poop, vomit, etc. The smell was disgusting on a whole other level. Accompanied by gastric sounds, the smell rapidly fluctuated between various aromatic scents that tapered into a disgusting counterpart.

It might have started as the scent of a freshly baked cake. But in a couple of seconds, the smell would change as the cake decays. You might be savouring the aroma that was deteriorating rapidly, until you would be hit by a disgusting feeling that the scent you were savouring was a stench instead.

The same phenomenon happened to the taste too. The taste buds of everyone were experiencing the greatest of taste that rapidly deteriorated into decomposed shit. When it happened to every single smell, taste, sight, etc. the brain short-circuited, unable to handle the overwhelming feeling of disgust welling up from every inch of their being.

One second, she was standing firm on the ground. The other second, she was kneeling weakly, unable to control her motor functions as all she could do was puke uncontrollably.

A grating sound rammed into her ears, upsetting her stomach further. 'This...shit...I...need...to...get...up!'

Prana circulated through her as quickly as possible. Yarsha Zahara focused on her Prana, recovering little by little. She looked around, observing that all her people were safe, though traumatised upon seeing Yennda.

Her eyes then darted to the figure of Grehha who lay on the ground, his gaze vacant. His eyelids and lips twitched from time to time, as if he had gone insane. The region was completely safe other than that.

Blola had retreated into the ground and hence, there was no immediate threat to them. She barely managed to lift her head and observed a golden flash a hundred metres away. The golden feline arrived at a halt, holding the tail of a Bone Viper in its mouth.

With a crunch, it shattered the tail, the last of its kind in the vicinity. For a moment, it stared at Yarsha Zahara, its sentient eyes inspecting her condition. It didn't say anything and calmly turned around to target another batch of Bone Vipers.

"Retract..." She gasped and got up, trying her best to gather her will and suppress Yennda. She felt weak, but as Prana circulated through her body, it regulated her condition, dealing with the various phobias that she had been afflicted with.

"Too late, Yarsha." A rumbling voice resounded from within the sack of flesh that was an amalgamation of countless blobs, both fleshy and fluidic. "I'm already dying."Nnêw n0vel chapters are published on n0v/e/(lb)i(n.)co/m

"What?" Yarsha was stunned as she realised something, "Your Pranic Beast transformation is a one-time use form?"

"It's because my Fragment Disease...still exists." A gasping voice echoed from somewhere within the mountain of expanding flesh. It seemed to belong to Yennda, "Once I transform, my body is unable to handle the stress and would die."

As he spoke, his body expanded further as a piece of blob enveloped Grehha. Immediately in response, a gash appeared on the blob that revealed a mouth. It clamped upon Grehha's leg and began to eat him.

"N-No!" Yarsha Zahara shouted, willing Grehha to resist. But, the latter was already unconscious. She didn't have the necessary mental strength to wake him up and make him use Internal Inertial Gravity to break free from the grasp of the fleshy hill.

"So, why the heck are you returning there."

"She...needs me. So, I'm returning home." The rest of the flesh melted, revealing a hazy figure of Yennda, extremely normal in appearance, but translucent to the sight. His hair was strange, resembling thinned-out versions of an Empyrean Tusk's trunk, numbering in the thousands.

A few seconds later, snouts resembling the Celestial Boar popped up all over his chest, arms, and legs, puffing out steam. A dozen irises floated across his eyeball that moved like tadpoles, unanimously facing Yarsha Zahara as they protruded out of the eye to stare at her.

The moment the Celestial Boar snouts appeared on his body, Yarsha Zahara grunted and glared at his hands, 'I had attached my husband's hands to him.'

"I don't know for how long, but until she no longer needs me, I wish to stay by her side." A calm voice resounded as Yennda opened his mouth to speak, his expression hesitant, terrified even, "She's...an Empyrean Tusk, you see."

"I know Brangara intends to wipe them all out. I don't care about any of the others, but please request him to spare my daughter." A string of tears cascaded down his eyes, "Otherwise, I will bring upon you a plague beyond your wildest comprehension. Please don't force that fate upon me."

"I am not worthy of happiness, but I intend to embrace it, for however little I can." He said as his figure stabilised, appearing no different from the Tangible Natures that Brangara wielded. He bowed mildly as his body began to decompose, breaking down at the fundamental level.

Since the day he revived, Yennda had been using a stopgap mechanism, using a mesh of mutated genes to form a fleshly entity that couldn't even qualify as a Pranic Beast. But now, by using the arms of the Celestial Boar as the catalyst, he stabilised on a functional form recognisable by the Sumatra Continent.

"Farwell, Yarsha," Yennda spoke, turning around as he felt an overwhelming presence land a couple hundred metres behind by, accompanied by sonic booms. He stared at the latter and chuckled, almost in terror, "It seems love trumped your hatred. You're indeed terrifying."

Pieces of Sumatra gold were stuck in his skin, followed by a bunch of Mystic Eaters desperately clutching onto him, intending to harm him. His body was riddled with injuries, but Brangara hadn't lost a body.

His eyes darted across the region and observed that both his children and grandchildren were alright. He then stared at Yarsha Zahara, relieved that she was alright.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the withering figure of Yennda, "Where's Grehha?"

"Dead." Yennda smiled.

"It seems this entire fiasco was to free the both of you." Brangara figured out the truth but was no longer mad. Rather, he sported a mild smile, "I am grateful that you haven't harmed my family."

"There's nothing to gain from harming them. They're valuable hostages to the Mammoth Clan after all." Yennda said.

"Unfortunately, this was your last chance to take them hostage." Brangara chuckled, "I gained a lot through this fight, you see. Was it worth revealing so many of your side's cards just to free the both of you?"

"Yeah, it was." Yennda laughed as he saluted, "I'll show it to you in the future, if I'm ever unfortunate enough to run into you."

Expert Iron Grade Pranic Beast—Tangible Epidemic!

"It won't be a fight next time." Brangara relaxed his hand and waved it casually, vaporising the crumbling body of Yennda, "I'll be slaughtering everyone."