I'll Surpass The MC - Chapter 804

Chapter 804: Sleep, My Dear Child!



"Huff! Puff! Haah...shit! What the fuck is this?" Running through the streets of Narkn, the Capital City of the Varahan Empire was an Empyrean Boar, his expression twisted to the extreme, out of absolute fear.

Once every second, he turned around and stared back in terror, watching a vacant street greet him in response. His eyes trailed into the house to his left, observing through its open window to stare at a family of four that were in a state of deep sleep.

[Sleep Well!]

"Urgh!" His eyes drooped while the adrenaline rush pervading his body began to cool down. His muscles grew lethargic while an urge to curl up on the floor and enter a state of slumber allured him.

Thump!

He used his nails to pierce a hole in his stomach, using the pain to forcefully jolt his senses back to normalcy, using which he could continue running. However, a couple seconds later, a powerful lullaby played around.

[Sleep well, my dear! It's a gentle rain among the waving grassland! On your hand is a cup of tea and under your head is your mother's lap! Close your eyes! Your sleep beckons you!]

The voice was melodious, the tune soft, causing a craving for sleep from the depths of his being, so much so that he wanted to do nothing but lie down and sleep, all while his mother gently patted him on the head, praising his hardwork with pride oozing out of her tone.

A proud mother hoped to see her son rest a little!

"Mother..." The Empyrean Boar muttered as his fleeing speed had subconsciously slowed down. His eyes drooped further, his gaze glazing as he was about to fall asleep. Right at that time, his body jerked, similar to what some people felt while on the verge of falling asleep.

That jolted him awake, alarming him, "Did I fall asleep?"

He blinked in surprise, feeling as if his surroundings were slightly distorted. But once he stretched his hand forward, a thin membrane of water came into contact with his palm. His brain immediately relayed the information that he was touching water, even though his palms didn't go wet.

After all, all he could do was make contact with it and not immerse his hand in it. A mere droplet forming the membrane was so dense that ten of him could join hands but fail to lift it.

Attributed Region!

"No...No! No! No!" The Empyrean Boar hurriedly activated a Silver Grade Nature and bombarded the film of water, despairing once his attacks failed to dent it in the slightest. The film of water was in the shape of a sphere, veiling him.

He spontaneously stared at the ground and punched it, spewing forth dust and debris, intending to drill his way out. However, what he was met with a few seconds later was the

same film of water.

The sphere had completely enclosed him, cutting him off from the outside world. "Help! Help me!"

"Father! Help me!"

"Your Majesty!" The Empyrean Boar roared in fear, "P-Please! Save us! Save me!"

On the streets of Narkn, similar spheres of Attributed Region had appeared, each enclosing a Wean Clansman. However, despite such a scenario playing out in the Capital City, there was no chaos, no shrieks, no screams, nothing.

It was silent, with the sole sounds of protest emanating from the Wean Clansmen.

[Sleep, my child! You've worked hard! Now, it's time to rest! You've earned it!]

Standing on one of the leaves protruding out of the Varahan Palace was Brana, his fists clenched tight, his expression rigid. Prana surged through his being as he glared at the woman who was hovering in the skies of Narkn, her melodious voice reverberating across the city, putting everyone to sleep. "An entity that could fly..."

"How is this possible?" Brana was in a state of disbelief as he watched the woman casually throw spheres of water towards the running Wean Clansmen one after another, capturing them easily. Once encapsulated by the water spheres, despite their best efforts, the Wean Clansmen were unable to break free.

"STOP!" Brana gathered Prana into his throat and snorted to his loudest, intending to use his voice to disrupt the melody that was putting everyone to sleep. A shockwave erupted out of his mouth and travelled at the speed of sound.

However, the shockwave was dampened and fully snuffed out by the time it travelled a couple dozen metres from his location. "W-What was that?"

Brana was unable to understand why his voice was unable to travel far when he was easily capable of it before. It was then, his skin prickled, the sharpest it had ever done in his life. Sweat beaded down his spine as he slowly turned around, noticing that a man had appeared on a nearby leaf at some point in time, standing casually.

Only then did Brana's eyes dart to the side, noticing most of the Boar Kings standing on the leaves of the Varahan Palace, rooted to the spot. They had all come out to take action upon hearing the voice, but now, they were stuck in place.

"It's a good sight, right?" A voice resounded in his near as Brana was stunned, realising that all of a sudden, the man who was supposed to be on a nearby leaf was now standing next to him, arms slumped on his shoulder.

His eyes trembled as they gazed up to stare at the face of a man with wide facial features, touted to be the most dangerous on Sumatra in terms of combat strength, "Y- You're...Resha."

"Obviously I am," Resha muttered as he stood beside Brana, "It has been a while since we last saw each other."

All the Prana fuelling it had been sucked out, turning them brittle as hundreds of spikes fell

on the floor. Ignoring all that, Inala muttered casually, "You have already reached the 6-Life Stage. Maybe in a year or two, you could reach the 7-Life Stage. Considering how stable your

stack is, you won't face any issues even after reaching the 9-Life Stage. As long as you're careful with your final body, you'll reach the peak in due time."

"That's impressive." Inala muttered as he stared at the figure of Brana that was bereft on

Prana, now an old man that was on the verge of death, "Are you comprehending what I'm saying, or is your focus abysmal due to old age?"

"Well, whatever. It doesn't matter either way." Prana seeped out of his palm and seeped into Brana as his ten Minor Treasures of Royal Stabiliser became active.

Royal Stabiliser-Royal Split!

Since he had multiple Minor Treasures, Inala wanted to harness their power, which was why

he studied some of the Brimgan Empire's secrets. Since he was heavily investing in Boul Brimgan's growth, he had enough reason to ask for some of the latter's secrets.

Every Brimgan Emperor had a special ability that he could unleash through the combination

of their Minor Treasures. Spirit Container Seal was Brandal Brimgan's signature power, one he used to terrorise the Gold Grade Pranic Beasts living near the Brimgan Empire.

The Pranic Beasts serving as containers for the Brimgan Empire's stash of Minor Treasures

had also been subjected to the power of Spirit Container Seal, making the risks of storing a Minor Treasure in a Pranic Beast body nil.

Inala employed the Brimgan Empire's secrets on his Minor Treasures of Royal Stabiliser to

create an ability that he wanted the most at the moment, one that would destabilise the Life Stage stack.

"Eh?" Brana muttered in shock to see one body of his had broken the stack and was now

standing beside his stacked body.

'With every activation of all ten Minor Treasures of Royal Stabiliser, I can remove one target

body from the Life Stage stack.' Inala smiled as he used the ability once again, watching a second body of Brana break out of the stack and appear nearby.

"I'm sorry, Brana." For a moment, his eyes revealed sadness, "You won't be happy with what

I'll be subjecting you to next."

"..." Brana couldn't even muster any words as there were now six of him in the Attributed Region sphere. He stared in a daze as Inala flew around Narkn and did the same for all the Boar

Kings.

"Let's go," He returned and grabbed five of Brana's bodies and left behind one. He left behind

one body each for all the Boar Kings and regular Wean Clansmen.

"N-No, please, don't. I beg you." Colour returned to Brana's face as Lifeforce seeped into

him, turning him young once again. However, without Prana, he couldn't fight, which caused fear in his being as he stared at the short predator that had arrived before him.

"D-Don't kill me, please." Tears streamed out of his eyes and snot leaked out of his nose

while Brana pleaded with all his might, "I beg you to spare me. Allow me to die. But I beg of you, please don't subject me to that, Blola."

"You have a good head about your shoulder. I'll give you that." His expression was stoic as

Blola placed a hand on Brana, "However, this is war. Since your Dad doesn't pull any punches, we're not going to either."

Blola waited for a few minutes, smiling upon seeing Inala return and nod at him.

"No!" Brana shouted as a carnivorous mouth sprouted out of Blola's hand and consumed him.