I'll Surpass The MC

At present, adding to the original group of Cooter Clansmen managing Knork Island, there were a total of three thousand of them. And in a matter of minutes, their population halved.

"Attack!"

"That\'s the Boar King!"

"He\'s the Celestial Boar now!"

"Does the nomenclature fucking matter now? He\'s killing us!"

The Cooter Clansmen hurled cloudy fists at the target, only to be dispersed by a tail carrying a golden tip made out of Rutham. With a flash, it pierced the forehead of a Cooter Clansman and curved around, puncturing the skull of another.

Casually walking through a sea of clouds, tanking the attacks without flinching in the slightest was Virala in the appearance of Brangara, \'This body alone is as strong as a Gold Grade Nature. Regular Cooter Clansmen can never hope to accumulate enough damage upon me.\'

Even if they did, he healed in an instant. Only the attacks of Gold Grade Pranic Beasts could wound his body. And it took the likes of Empyrean Tusks and Empyrean Snappers to truly harm him. The majority of the Cooter Clansmen before him only had Iron Grade strength, so they had no hope of harming him.

His tail flashed around, puncturing Cooter Clansmen\'s heads without resistance. The Free Humans stared in a daze, seeing the all-powerful Immortals be hunted down like mere ants.

As Virala walked, the presence of a Mystic Human wafted out of him, causing the Free Humans to instinctively prostrate themselves. After all, he was the pinnacle existence of Free Humans.

Though they couldn\'t understand what was happening, they involuntarily leaned in Virala\'s favour. One of them even shouted and pointed at a nearby house, "There\'s one of them hiding inside!"

"Dammit!" The Cooter Clansman jumped out in anger and sent a cloudy fist at the Free Human. He was angry that his hiding self was revealed by a mere Free Human who he typically treated as less than a slave.

\'This fucking slave dares get cocky?\' He intended to kill the culprit before fleeing the place. Unfortunately for him, his cloudy fist slammed into a coil made by the Mystic Ewworm. He stared at the figure of the amazed Free Human unharmed, "Impossible…!"

There was nothing else he could express as his head was cleanly severed.

"That…that is…" The Free Human stared at the headless corpse of the Cooter Clansman, feeling as if he was in a dream, \'That powerful Immortal was killed…just like that?\'

"It\'s natural, since they offended a Mystic Human." Virala\'s voice boomed across the place as he continued to walk casually, "The lot of you can follow me and witness the freedom of Free Humans."

Virala spewed words of propaganda that sought to empower the Free Humans and make them worship him. Other than his tail, only his mouth was busy. Less than ten minutes after he began the slaughter, Knork Island was freed from the control of the Cooter Clan.

"You..." Virala beckoned a Free Human who had been zealously following him throughout the slaughter and gave the latter a stone slab carved with a set of words, "Go around the island and inform all the Free Humans."

"I…don\'t know how to read and write…" The Free Human hesitated when he noticed a cluster of Spirit Containers stuffed into his mouth by Virala. As he swallowed the cluster, mysterious pieces of information slowly began to appear in his mindspace.

In a matter of minutes, he began to understand the words carved on the stone slab, "You can carry out the task now."

Virala picked a few more Free Humans and gave them the same task, leaving it to them to convey his thoughts. From today onwards, Knork Island will be under the rule of Virala. And all Free Humans part of it will lead happy lives from henceforth.

The news was received positively by the Free Humans as a good majority of them witnessed Virala slaughtering Cooter Clans Immortals like they were nothing. Their corpses were still on the ground, for all to see.

And once they felt his Mystic Human presence, they subconsciously wanted to submit themselves to his authority. That made things easier for Virala who arrived at a cordoned section, staring at the stone walls that reached a height of twenty metres.

He casually leapt over the walls and landed on the Parute Tree farm. There were a total of three Parute Tree farms on Knork Island, as there were a lot of people living there.

Virala entered the largest farm that contained seventeen Parute Trees in total. He observed them, inching his hand to gently pat the closest Parute Tree. A couple of minutes later, he seeped his Prana into one and watched it wither immediately in response, \'The Parute Trees wither with the slightest harm. Hence, no one has any understanding regarding them.\'

\'Well, that\'s for the regular populace.\' He grinned and approached the second Parute Tree, repeating the same as he watched it wither. He continued the process until all seventeen Parute Trees withered.

Following that, he repeated the same in the other two Parute Tree farms, eradicating all Parute Trees on Knork Island.

\'Now, let\'s see where they pop up next.\' Virala thought and activated his Secondary Body Stage 2 partial transformation of Tail and coiled it to form a pillar, at the top of which he sat. he increased the girth of the tail and increased his elevation, stopping at an altitude of a kilometre, which was more than enough to survey the entire island.

"There!" He jumped after an hour had passed, noticing a Parute Tree appear right next to a congregation of Free Humans following the slaughter of the Cooter Clansmen.

The Free Humans didn\'t know what to do anymore, as they no longer had to perform the tasks assigned to them by the Cooter Clansmen. They formed a group to discuss their mind, seeking safety as a collective.

"My Deity!"

"Is he…him?"

"Yes, he is."

The group exclaimed as Virala landed in the vicinity. He glanced at them and waved his hand, "Stay put for the time being. I\'ll make arrangements for your future later."

His figure flickered and arrived in the yard of a house that once belonged to a Cooter Clansman, noticing a Parute Tree had appeared in its yard. It was a sapling, having just sprouted from the ground. But it was growing in real time, apparent to the naked eye.

Parute Trees grew to their full size in a matter of minutes and began growing Parute Fruits. And when even a single fruit of it is consumed, its growth will stop. As he didn\'t want that, Virala approached it during its growth phase.

\'A fresh Parute Tree. That\'s exactly what I want.\' He grinned. Even if a Parute Tree gets destroyed, as long as enough living beings exist in the region, another Parute Tree will sprout soon enough. It would just appear in a different location in the region.

As the island was large enough and had been habited by four million Free Humans for more than a millennium, Virala was confident that a Parute Tree would appear even if he were to get rid of all the existing ones.

\'One is enough for my purpose.\' He thought and stared at the growing Parute Tree. In response, the Minor Treasure of Mystic Human Stamp formed under the roots of the Parute Tree and fused with it.

The Parute Tree was about to wither naturally when the Flower function of the Mystic Human Stamp activated, unleashing the influence of the golden giant to strengthen it. As it was literally refined using Mystic Kinesis Art by consuming the flesh, blood, and Prana of a Transcendent Eater, its influence reinforced the Parute Tree, controlling it.

"It looks like a tree, but it\'s not on." Virala grinned as he approached the Parute Tree, "It\'s a tree-type Pranic Beast, one connected to its main body."

Followed by a grunt, he increased the Prana pouring into the Mystic Human Stamp and activated the Branch function of his Minor Treasure, one that could influence the thoughts and actions of the target the Minor Treasure had fused with.

He blinked once and found himself in the void of space, observing stardust scattered far away, resembling galaxies. Another blink later, and a carnivorous existence, eldritch in nature, stood before him, blanketing the space.

[Mortal…! You\'re exceedingly foolish! Do you not understand the consequences of making contact with me?]

The one spawning Parute Trees across Sumatra Continent, the sole existence desperately kept in control by all the Transcendent Mystic Tentacles, and the final, true form of Blola\'s existence.

Sumatra\'s Transcendent Eater!

Parute Trees were a mere extension of the tendrils growing on the roots of a Transcendent Eater. Since Virala targeted a Parute Tree, he formed a path of communication with the Transcendent Eater through the Parute Tree\'s mindspace.

"Ha…haha…it\'s as I suspected. You\'re all connected." Virala gasped as he observed root tendrils jut out all over his body and begin growing rapidly. A mere glance at the Transcendent Eater and he was about to lose his sense of being.

[Utterly foolish!]

The Transcendent Eater looked down on the figure of Virala that was a mere dot before it, inconsequential to the extreme.

"I…am…not!" Virala muttered and activated Mystic Nature Art, relying upon the concept of a Mystic Human that was free from external influence to stop the growth progression of the root tendrils on his body.

He barely gathered his bearings during the moment he gained from using Mystic Nature Art and activated his Secondary and Tertiary Bodies in full swing.

Beginner Mystic Grade Pranic Beast—Empyrean Boar King!

Beginner Mystic Grade Pranic Beast—Mystic Ewworm!

A serpentine existence covered by dense, blackish-brown fur across the crown. Hooves jutted out of its frontal section, forming four pairs of scuttling arms like a centipede. Tusks grew out of the head, forming mandibles, condensing a suffocating presence.

At the end of the tail grew a nest, made out of Rutham, shining with rattling noises. It was an existence resulting from the fusion of both the Empyrean Boar King and the Mystic Ewworm. A pair of scaly eyes and a pair of rounded eyes revealed themselves on the face, glaring at the eldritch entity before him.

The sheer Mystic Grade presence it emanated allowed it to faintly withstand the consequence of staring at the Transcendent Eater. Mystic Grade Prana resulting from the fusion of the two Mystic Grade Pranic Beasts circulated through his body, shedding off the root tendrils.

"Am I…still foolish?" Virala roared as he shed all the root tendrils and glared at the Transcendent Eater.

[You are! Inconsequential as you might be, you\'re also foolish! You assume you can borrow my power and avoid the consequences!]

The Transcendent Eater chuckled as one of its ginormous branches calmly pointed at the transparent barrier existing between Virala and the Transcendent Eater.

[However, if you wish to attain unimaginable power, step out of that field!]

"I\'ll pass," Virala said as suddenly, branches began to sprout out of his body. They soon formed carnivorous mouths and stood in a defensive pose around him, protecting him from the Transcendent Eater\'s gaze, "I don\'t understand everything, but even I know that I\'ll be fucked if I cross the barrier."

The Transcendent Eater stared at the carnivorous mouths in silence for a minute before it vanished from the mindspace, leaving behind a set of words.

[In favour of my old friend, Sumatra, I\'ll allow you to wield a fraction of my power. You\'ll be needing it desperately after a century passes!]

"What?" Virala was stunned by the declaration. Originally, he intended to fill up the Parute Tree\'s mindspace with the data he sneakily stole from Blola, using the power of a Transcendent Eater to resist another Transcendent Eater.

And while they were in a standoff, he\'d seep the power of Mystic Nature Art throughout the mindspace, increasing its potency until the mind of the Parute Tree was cut off from the Transcendent Eater.

That was his plan, and the moment he was able to shed off the root tendrils growing all over his body, Virala became assured of his success. But the Transcendent Eater\'s declaration left him confused, \'What the fuck did it mean by that? I would desperately need this power after a century?\'

\'Is it for the Fourth Major Disaster?\' He felt a headache in response, sporting a frown upon returning to reality, \'But why does a Transcendent Eater care about something like that? We\'re nothing but ants before it.\'