Chapter 392 Infiltrating Arlfarah Mansion
Mystic Bone Art—Prana Claw!
Outside the hotel room, Inala casually clenched his bony claws layered with Prana Bomb, and retracted them. With his current expertise, he was able to instantly create them and put them to use.
When the Mystic Eaters were in his way, he used the Prana Claw Skill and swatted them to the side, absorbing Prana upon contact. He activated and deactivated it by the time his hand finished the swatting motion.
Moreover, he also used Internal Inertial Gravity at that moment to truly attack with force, which was why the dense cluster of Mystic Eaters was swatted to the side like flies. It was a sheer display of skill, which was why Orakha didn't try anything against him.
That one interaction was enough for Orakha to realise that the current Inala was way stronger than the one he faced at the entrance of Guna Caves. The cause was simple.
Data! Experience! Memories! Instinct!
He had been gathering data from a variety of beings through his Empyrean Extraction Prime Skill. Back at the Guna Caves, when he met Orakha, Inala hadn't begun to comprehend that data.
But now, he had comprehended large portions of them, taking advantage of his time at Dralh Sea where he didn't have a Spirit Container. Inala meditated for hours during then, slowly going through the memories in his mind.
In his powerless state, he selectively allowed the data to influence his being and, as a result growing by leaps and bounds. His current form was of someone who had been through countless battles and had lived for many centuries.
And the longer he was given time to devour data of other beings and comprehend them, the stronger he would become. Even if his abilities remain the same, the way in which he could use them would become numerous, capable of endless inspiration.
Inala calmly walked through the corridor as he observed that no eyes were on him. He took on his female form and tugged his clothes, changing them into female wear while he hid the rest in a tight sash around his stomach.
'There's only Orakha here.' Inala smiled, having confirmed it from Orakha. When he talked about Virala with Orakha, he inferred based on the latter's facial expression that at the current moment, the only reincarnate in Brimgan Empire was Orakha.
That wasn't an accurate confirmation, since Virala and the rest could have slipped through Orakha's information network. But Inala felt like he could gamble at the moment. After all, he had sent the Boar King chasing after Virala.
Therefore, it wouldn't be realistic for Virala to arrive at the Brimgan Empire so early. 'Even now, I took action before Orakha's information network could compile my appearance.'
There was a good chance they would note down Inala's travel route once he entered the street with Arlfarah Mansion. It would just be a day or two before they investigate everything regarding him. By then, the initiative would lay with Orakha.
It was why the moment he spotted Orakha and Maroppa, he took action before Orakha could gather enough information and prepare himself.
In a similar vein of thought, he planned to take action as soon as possible before the others could establish themselves in Fentan City. An hour's casual walk later, Inala arrived at Akahah Street, the street where Arlfarah Mansion was situated.
Many mansions similar to Arlfarah Mansion occupied the street, fully armed with guards. He sensed that all the guards were at the Body Stage, the majority of which were only in the initial phase of the Body Stage.
The Head Guard in charge of security in these mansions was at the peak of the Body Stage, and typically had Human Avatars made out of a Silver Grade mineral. The mineral was obviously the weakest and cheapest among Silver Grade minerals, but it was still at the Silver Grade.
Security was tight. But this also meant that since the mansions were heavily guarded, they needn't be that alert on the street itself. Of course, unless one had a death wish, they wouldn't make a mess in Akahah Street.
Anyone causing even the slightest of disturbance would straight up be beheaded. There would be no exceptions, since the people living in these mansions stemmed from a family of power and could casually get away with killing people in broad daylight.
Inala wasn't afraid exactly because of this reason. As he walked along Akahah Street, he felt many eyes on him. He simply acted as a passerby and continued to walk. And while doing so, the air around him gently fluttered.
His movements became slow and entered a harmonious frequency typically assumed by lizards to move while remaining hidden from their targets, even while in the open. As he continued to walk in such a manner, he felt the eyes on him drop down one after another.
The people casually stopped giving attention to him as he appeared harmless in their eyes. Moreover, he moved so naturally that over time, they became distracted and focused on other matters.
'Be patient!' Inala relied on the sea of data in his mind to walk, keeping his cultivation technique active.
Mystic Mist Art—Natural Presence!
His body would become one with his surroundings in terms of sight, sound, and scent, truly concealing his presence. The Skill of Natural Presence was what gave Inala the confidence to take action so early in the game.
He arrived at a stop before Arlfarah Mansion and stood still, observing that there were no eyes on him. Shrubs were planted alongside the street, creating a natural ambiance to the place. Selecting a spot behind a wide enough shrub, Inala came to a halt. He then leaned on the wall and seemed to merge into the presence of the wall.
Secondary Nature—Subtle Terrain Domination!
His figure gradually seeped into the wall. He moved as slowly as possible to avoid leaving behind any traces. The walls of Arlfarah Mansion were a shade of deep red, similar to beetroot, made out of a granite-like material.
Since it was uniform both outside and inside, there wouldn't be any traces revealed in terms of colour. As long as Inala pays attention to the surface finish, he would be fine.
It took him a whole ten minutes to enter the wall and hide all traces of his entry, keeping watch all along to ensure no one paid attention to him. Now, he was within the wall, fully hidden within.
Through Subtle Terrain Domination, he created a pinhole on the wall, drawing in air to breathe. Now that he had entered the wall, his next task was to gain entry into the Mansion, 'This will take a while.'
His figure slowly moved downward as Inala kept attention to ensure all his tracks remained hidden. Thankfully, the thick layer of solid forming the walls would prevent any Prana detection means from sensing him. So, he only had to pay attention to heat and sounds.
In that regard, he came prepared, continuing to move like a piece of iron in a block of jelly. Soon, he was deep underground, at a depth of ten metres. By now, he was sweating like crazy, using Mystic Mist Art to store all the sweat in a vial.
Like a worm, he slowly moved through the soil, making a beeline towards the mansion situated at the centre of an expansive garden, careful in his motion.
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