Ill Surpass The Mc Chapter 351

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“What type of powers did you get?” Inala took on his female form and asked right as he ate the last morsel.

“It’s better to show it to you.” Wittral wiped his mouth and approached a shelf, his pacing slow, almost dragging his feet. He took out a Low-Grade Elixir and consumed it, processing it through Mystic Mist Art as he seeped all the generated Prana into his eyes, beginning to heal the organ.

Thanks to his powers of a Gold Grade Pranic Beast, his recovery was rapid. By the time he downed the third Low-Grade Elixir, his eyes finished recovering, allowing him to see once again.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, gazing at his malnourished body to chuckle, “We look horrible.”

“That we do.” Inala nodded in response and put on an expectant look.

“Alright, I’ll show it to you.” Wittral drank another Low-Grade Elixir and increased his Prana to twenty units. He then consumed ten Prana and created a Prana Bomb, twirling it on his index finger. “I can carry large reserves of Prana through these.”

“There’s also this.” He sported a knowing gaze towards Inala as his figure morphed, causing hair to jut out of his head and cascade like a waterfall, long flowing. It fluttered subtly as he shook his neck once, having assumed a female form.

Wittral stared at his appearance in the mirror and muttered, “I look pretty similar to you in my female form. I thought I’d have more similarities to myself.”

“That’s the influence present in the Nature of Royalty, since the female appearance is based on me.” Inala said as he took on his male form, “And my male form looks similar to Inala, the one this power is derived from.”

“Yeah, I got that.” Wittral nodded and tapped his head, “This is a very useful power. Sadly, I’m not a Zinger. So, I can’t make use of a Life Bomb properly.”

In his feminine form, Wittral could indeed create a Life Bomb. But it wouldn’t hatch. A regular Life Bomb would absorb Prana to the limit and stop absorbing after that, never hatching a Zinger.

Similarly, the Life Bomb—meant to birth a Queen—would absorb Lifeforce until its limit and fail to hatch the same. It was because Wittral was an Empyrean Snapper and not a Zinger.

But being unable to hatch a Zinger was irrelevant, since through the Prana Bombs and Life Bombs, Wittral was able to steal both Prana and Lifeforce.

He played around with a Life Bomb for a few seconds before asking, “So, I’m not able to perform what you did at Fral Island without being able to turn into a Zinger, right?”

“Yes,” Inala nodded, “Just as how an Empyrean Snapper creates Spirit Pools or grows to such a massive size, a Zinger too can perform a variety of physical activities through its genetic trait alone.”

“I can’t employ Subtle Terrain Dominance to the same level as you. And similarly, you cannot use Royalty with as much versatility as me.” Inala spoke and returned to his female form, “Phew, this feels more comfortable.”

“Same here,” Wittral nodded as he returned to his male form, “There’s a strange influence in my mind when I change my gender.”

“That’s an issue with this power.” Inala nodded, “Part of the reason I was going insane before was because of that. It’s for your best to only use the other gender when necessary.”

“Got it.” Wittral nodded and grinned, causing the air around to him tremble in response, “Try it.”

“Yes,” Inala nodded as the air around him fluctuated once, unstable as he couldn’t control the air properly.

“You’ll get better with practice.” Wittral approached Inala and suddenly hugged the latter, “We have the same set of abilities now.”

“I’m happy.”

“I’m happy too,” Inala said, his eyes widening in surprise when Wittral planted his lips on his. It was only for a second, but he was stunned.

“Ah, I’m bloated. Seems I ate too much.” Wittral casually turned around and patted his stomach. He slipped into his bed and covered himself with a blanket, “I need some rest now. We’ll be leaving tomorrow. So, you too should get some sleep, Amita.”

“…Yes,” Inala muttered in a daze and returned to his room, taking a seat as he sported an expression of confusion, ‘Yes, this happened when I was a woman.’

He patted his chest, feeling his thumping heart, muttering in surprise, “Why are you excited?”

Inala was in a state of fluster. Wittral’s actions shocked him. Well, considering how much he led on the latter, it was a wonder how Wittral hadn’t jumped on him yet. But what he was the most puzzled about was the fact that in his female form, his mind too had been heavily influenced to be one.

In regular situations, it wasn’t obvious, since the scheming capabilities of both genders were the same. His female form’s mind was a tad more emotionally motivated in contrast to his male form’s more logical side.

But now, it seemed the extent of influence reached the depths of his psyche. Inala took on his male form and recalled the scene with Wittral, feeling an urge to barf. He then turned into a woman and felt his heart rate accelerate. “Oh, shit!”

It was dangerous, since both his genders had contrasting responses to the same situation. It meant that if he were to recklessly switch between genders in such situations, his mind could get torn apart.

The situation became dangerous from just a kiss. What if something serious were to happen in the future? In his female form with Wittral. Or in his male form with Asaeya. There would be extreme emotional experiences with the other gender in him.

‘It’s not all sunshine and rainbows.’ He sighed, taking on his male form once his stomach started to hurt once again, ‘I need to be extremely careful with the people I interact with.’

“And I need as many Influence Easing Elixirs as I can.” Inala got up, approached the medicine room, and began to consume the medicines in all the vials. He didn’t allow his stomach to digest them though.

The moment they entered his stomach biome, the Empyrean Zingers intercepted them, immediately storing them in vials made out of Prana Bombs, secured. Setting aside a small batch of Mid-Grade Elixirs and Influence Easing Elixirs for Wittral, Inala consumed everything else, emptying the place.

Following that, he returned to his room and fell asleep.

Afternoon the next day, he woke up a couple of minutes before Wittral, sensing minor tremors from the entrance. Taltal was banging on the door that failed to budge, getting increasingly worried over time.

Through his Secondary Nature of Internal Inertial Gravity, Inala sensed the Boar King’s position, ‘He’ll be here in a minute.’

Due to the Boar King’s arrangements, Taltal couldn’t enter the house. Inala used a technique to clean himself and assumed female form, applying indigo-coloured mascara to his eyes and wore one of the best indigo-coloured robes.

He tied his hair into a bun and watched the Boar King casually create a cutout of himself on the wall, turn it into a door, and enter.

“Are you ready?” He stared at Inala, eyeing the Elixir-filled bag to the side, “Is that all?”

“Yes, all the important ones are in this bag.” Inala nodded, smiling brightly as Wittral arrived and stood close by.

“Let’s leave, then.” The Boar King said and turned around, frowning when the duo didn’t follow him. “Is something the matter?”

“I have a request.” Wittral said, his expression fierce, speaking once the Boar King nodded in response, “After I release my Prana, can you put on a scene as if you’ve devoured the both of us?”

“You want to make me the Cooter Clan’s number-one enemy?” The Boar King asked as the air around him gradually turned heavy, causing cracks to quickly fill the house, “Little Wittral,”

“You’ve become brave.”