Chapter 509 Fuck This World
Attributed Region Entrance 14!
Ten minutes earlier, right as Harla Brimgan was about to enter the entrance, Resha felt goosebumps on his skin, confused in response. A moment later, he recalled the familiarity, 'Isn't this the summons from the Minor Treasure of Summoning Bell?'
'How come…this is possible?' He felt that the one calling him was at Fentan City, and their presence was someone he had never expected to detect in the Brimgan Empire, 'Yarsha Zahara? How is she here?'
In Sumatra Chronicles, Yarsha Zahara would currently be busy trying to survive after all her comrades ended up getting killed in the wilds. There was still a while before she became active and interacted with Free Human Kingdoms and Empires.
The Minor Treasure of Summoning Bell was something she was given by a Kingdom after she helped the elites there gain a Secondary Nature. After her Kingdom was destroyed by the Boar King, Yarsha Zahara spent all her time trying to kill him.
The first task of that was to strengthen herself, which she did by equipping Minor Treasures onto herself. To gain them, she traded with Free Human Kingdoms and allowed all major players there to gain a Secondary Nature. The price was a Minor Treasure each.
In this manner, while strengthening Free Human powers, she gained more power and also satisfied her objective of turning the common populace of each region antagonistic to the Boar King.
During the Third Major Disaster when she encounters Resha, she uses the power of the Summoning Bell on him, intending to request his assistance when the situation turns dire for her. She never used it in a serious situation but rather relied upon it to communicate with Resha and meet up with him secretly while avoiding the eyes of Yahira.
Hence, as he had experienced its effects multiple times, he recognised her calling for him immediately. However, unlike in his previous life, the summons was weak and disconnected this time, as if he wasn't her intended target.
But no matter, upon sensing that Yarsha Zahara was in danger, Resha no longer had to mood to go ahead with his infiltration plan, 'It can go to shit for all I care. I have other means to reach the centre the fastest.'
With that in mind, he unleashed the effects of External Inertial Gravity, intending to send everyone at the scene flying away.
"Now!" Amita shouted as Wittral promptly condensed a chakram and severed Harla Brimgan's right hand.
Harla Brimgan was about to condense a Spirit Weapon and defend against the attack, for at her cultivation, her reaction levels were staggering. She was confused why Amita would target her all of a sudden, but upon noticing something was amiss in her right hand, she didn't resist and watched Wittral's Spirit Weapon sever her right hand.
Suddenly, the entire team noticed that they had been sent flying into the air, failing to react as they didn't experience any shockwaves. They had been smoothly sent high into the sky without realisation.
"Thank you," Harla Brimgan said as she rapidly healed her right hand, watching her severed hand on the ground morph into the figure of Resha.
"Now, fall!" Resha clenched his hand into a fist and pulled them towards himself, intending to crash them into the ground, grinning as their figures continued to accelerate and form vapour cones, burning up in response.
Boom!
Dust clouds were raised from the impact as multiple craters formed on the ground, "Hmm?"
"I thought that would have killed them at least once." Resha frowned as he noticed the dust cloud morph into a hemisphere, condensing with power. He grunted and unleashed External Inertial Gravity, intending to send them flying into the walls of the Northern Lake nearby.
As the effects of gravity slammed into the hemisphere, it was blocked, stunning him. And a moment later, boulders flew at him with tremendous speeds, 'This is?'
The ground cracked as formed waves that slammed into him, intending to drown him. Steadily, a layer of dirt began to accumulate on his body, intending to imprison him. 'This familiar sequence of attacks…'
He transformed into a Centinger and used the expansion of his body to break through the forming prison. Right as he was about to attack, he sensed the summons from Yarsha growing stronger, quickly making up his mind to leave.
'Leap, don't fly!' He craned strength into his legs upon recalling the Mammoth Ancestor's advice and focused External Inertial Gravity's effects on the tip of the walls of a Northern Lake, building up strength, ready to pull himself.
He leapt, using the pull to slingshot himself into the air, using his Tertiary Nature of Empyrean 100 to transform into a Zinger and rapidly gained altitude. He then craned his head downward to glare in the direction of the dust hemisphere that vanished now, noticing a woman glare at him, 'This makes no sense.'
That woman's gaze was no different from Wittral's. No, it was even more focused and refined than him, bursting with power superior to the Wittral from his past life, 'Wittral was a man. But this defender is a woman. What the fuck is happening? Why is her presence darn similar to Wittral?'
His thoughts were interrupted by a golden flash that slammed into him. Resha used gravity to repel himself from the Spirit Weapon, using its momentum to build up his own and accelerate further. He repeated that a few more times until he had exceeded Harla Brimgan's Spirit Weapon range, watching the latter explode with murderous intent. "What are you looking at?"
His gaze hardened as he glared at the group that had survived his attack, ready to fight them. But the gazes from two woman in the group puzzled him. 'One feels similar to Wittral while the other resembles…Inala.'
"Forget it, I'll look into it later." He said as his expression turned serious, sensing the Boar King accelerating towards the Brimgan Empire, "He's already at the 3-Life Stage? Fine! I'm stronger now. I'll kill you this time."
In a few minutes, he glided towards Fentan City, observing the figure of Yarsha Zahara being targeted by Virala, Orakha, and the group of eighteen Free Humans part of the Raid Team. "Haa…these parasitic bastards!"
Resha exhaled once before bloodlust welled up in him, 'They dare target even Yarsha?'
Primary Nature—Perfect Inertial Gravity!
Resha unleashed a force of gravity that slammed into Varahan Mansion and targeted the attacks, stunning them for a moment. With the complete activation of his Primary Nature, Resha bent space around him, becoming no different from a celestial object, akin to a small moon as he glided downward, accelerating in response.
He pulled himself closer to the ground and slammed hard, cratering Varahan Mansion, landing right before Yarsha Zahara. Gravitational waves pulsed out of him in such a manner they ensured she didn't feel the slightest from the impact. As for the rest, they felt the full brunt of the attack, including Yarsha Zahara's children.
Since they were in their Empyrean Boar forms, Resha didn't hold back against them, his gaze cold as he watched them sustain grave injuries in response.
"You…" Yarsha Zahara stared at his back in a daze, drowning in nostalgia as she clutched her head in pain, feeling memories surge into her mind. And then, she heard a familiar voice, one that caused her heart rate to accelerate in response.
"You're safe now, Yarsha," Resha said and extended his left hand horizontally, unleashing a powerful gravitational pull as the cradle carrying Ruvva flew into his possession. His arms grew in weight as he pried open the cradle and took out the baby, stunned to see her resemble Ruvva.
The presence of everyone at Varahan Mansion was clearly registered in his senses. If he still failed to realise what was happening, then he would be an absolute idiot.
The six Empyrean Boars he had swatted away not only had a tinge of the Boar King's presence but also Yarsha Zahara's, indicating to be children produced from the union of the two. The shattered cradle was Virala's Spirit Weapon.
And the child within not only had Ruvva's presence but also had traces of Virala's and Yarsha Zahara's, an indicator that she was born from the union of the two of them. As his mind reached this line of thought, Resha assumed for a moment that he was in a nightmare.
Only for an instant though, for he was aware that this was reality. And then, his face twisted up grandly, in disgust, in rage, in bloodthirst, in sadness, in blinding, terrifying, uncontrollable rage, Rage, RAGE!
Upon seeing the name of Varahan Mansion engraved on the house in the centre, Resha unleashed a gravitational field and turned the region into rubble. The boulders became rocks and rocks became dust.
Gravity was twisting and turning dozens of times in every cubic unit, absolutely shredding apart everything as Resha was losing his mind. And then, the region became silent for a couple of seconds, following which a tornado formed, intending to destroy everyone and everything.
Thunder reverberated amidst the tornado as a vexed roar from Resha boomed across it, "Fuck this World!"
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