Chapter 467 Please, Stop! I Beg You!
The influence of a Minor Treasure could only be unleashed through Prana. Therefore, to influence Virala's being, Prana was constantly seeping into his body from the golden giant's stomach. And it was being unleashed by twelve Minor Treasures.
These twelve Minor Treasures weren't the limit of the Brimgan Empire's stash. After all, Brandal Brimgan alone had fused with eight Minor Treasures. Adding onto powerful branch families of the Brimgan Royalty that had a Minor Treasure or two, their total number would be way higher.
But the twelve Minor Treasures had been selectively placed in the eye sockets of the golden giant, because their synchronised perfectly with the Major Treasure's influence and generated an effect capable of extracting information from the minds of anyone placed in it.
Virala observed that Brandal Brimgan hovered in the air and didn't set foot on the floor of the golden giant's stomach. He had stabbed a Spirit Weapon into the cavern's ceiling outside and hovered in the air through psychokinesis alone.
Considering his strength, carrying his weight through psychokinesis wasn't an issue. But the fact that he refrained from coming into contact with the region spoke volumes of the place.
'Some genius Emperor had made this arrangement in the past and that's being followed blindly by future Emperors to take advantage of.' Virala thought of the Brimgan Emperor that was said to be on par with a Mystic Tentacle. 'He might be the one that made this arrangement. Now that I am aware of Sumatra Gold, I can understand his strength. He managed to integrated at least one piece of Sumatra Gold into his Human Avatar.'
But the problem with this situation was that Virala wasn't an ordinary individual. He had means that could be unleashed beyond a Cultivation Technique or a Nature.
Dance of Annihilation!
He had four of them dwelling in his mind space, subservient to his will. With a thought from him, the four information clusters in the form of Empyrean Tusks made a move and stored all valuable information in their bellies.
This way, the information being extracted wouldn't be too detrimental to his plans. This was just the first step of the process.
The Dance of Annihilation too was able to influence others through waves of Prana. He wasn't targeting anyone at the moment though and was just using it to protect himself.
As they were sentient, the four Empyrean Tusks used his memories to fabricate a bunch of falsified memories based on what he intended to achieve.
The influence of the region seeped into his mind like a tornado, captured memory clusters, and chucked them out. These clusters became tangible as they appeared outside his body and were absorbed into Brandal Brimgan's Information Slip.
The tornado sucked in the nearby information clusters and spewed them out. It didn't target the information clusters directly but just moved mechanically due to the influence. And whenever it came in contact with information clusters, tangible memories materialised outside Virala's body.
By now, Virala had figured out how the influence extracted memories from his mind. And hence, he made plans accordingly. Two Empyrean Tusks ran across his mind space and stored safely in their bellies sensitive information.
The remaining two used Virala's memories to forge falsified content and spewed them closer to the tornado, watching it spew them outside his body.
Usually, the influence stops once the targeted individual is extracted of all information from their mind. Their mind becomes empty as a result, causing the individual to live in a vegetative state.
This result would be an indicator for Brandal Brimgan to remove the target body from the golden giant's stomach and do whatever he wanted with it. The process of information extraction can span for days, if not months. The stronger the target's mind and the longer it had lived, the longer the extraction time.
Considering Virala's mental strength, Brandal Brimgan was prepared to wait at least four to five years. But using the Empyrean Tusks, he planned to last for a decade, during which he would use the influence in the golden giant to transform himself.
Moustache hair gradually grew underneath the skin on his face and began to form a net through his head. When the influence seeped into his head, the Prana carrying the influence had to pass through this net, resulting in most of it getting absorbed.
The Prana that seeped through the gaps in the net continued to do its function while the rest were absorbed by the Minor Treasure of Goated Moustache. It had the function of being able to transmit Prana after all.
It was why Virala thought of a plan to use it immediately. In the meantime, a tendril of moustache hair jutted out of his back, fuelled by the Prana in the influence that it had absorbed to grow. It stabbed into the stomach floor and seeped through it, gradually spreading out in response.
'A Minor Treasure can only influence living beings while a Major Treasure can only influence terrain. By taking advantage of the functions of both, this golden giant is born, one able to treat a living being in its stomach as part of the terrain.' Virala thought, hiding his gaze of mockery towards Brandal Brimgan, 'The true purpose behind setting this up is not for information extraction, but to absorb the influence into the body and evolve into a higher existence.'
That generally was impossible, as the thoughts of the individual in contact with the golden giant's stomach would continue to be extracted. But, if someone with a Gold Grade mind was prepared, they could constantly generate enough thoughts to maintain a balance with the speed of extraction.
This way, the information being extracted by the tornado would only be useless stuff, exactly what Virala was doing now.
With an Empyrean Tusk's mind, following the initial fluster, Virala was able to quickly gather his beings and adapt to the situation. Without the four Empyrean Tusks, it would have taken him a few months to do so. And by then, he would have lost a good chunk of sensitive information.
But in either case, it was impossible for his mind to be extracted completely by the influence of the region. It was understandable since he had an Empyrean Tusk's mind. Every other creature, including Gold Grade Pranic Beasts were unable to endure long enough for their minds to adapt.
By then, they became vegetative, having all their information extracted already. As a result, the Brimgan Empire Royals had a misconception.
Though they had Gold Grade strength, their minds were vastly inferior as compared to Virala's. And due to the small size, a Brimgan Royalty had to be at the 4-Life Stage for his stacked mind to be on par with a Gold Grade Pranic Beast's.
Theoretically, someone like the Fentan City Lord could barely last long enough to adapt to the region. His mind would almost be reduced to a vegetative state. Even if he survives, he would have lost majority of his life's memories, reduced into an amnesiac patient unable to use his abilities anymore.
No longer having the memories of his past, he would be rendered useless. But Brandal Brimgan could very well take full advantage of the place without losing much memories.
Unfortunately, someone of his level was the Brimgan Empire's Emperor. And such existences never took a seat in the golden giant's stomach. As a result, the true function of the golden giant was never found out.
'I don't know if that was their intended purpose or not. But to me, it's a place to grow beyond limits.' Thinking as such, Virala absorbed more influence of the golden giant into himself and allowed it to influence his being.
With the Empyrean Tusks moving about in his mind, the tornado was kept in check, allowing him to focus on absorbing the Major Treasure's influence and observe his body being terraformed similar to a region getting influenced by a Major Treasure.
"Aaaah! Please, stop! I beg you! STOP!" Virala continued to scream to ensure Brandal Brimgan didn't suspect anything.
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