Chapter 1040: Go On, Experience Life More
"Hmm...hmmm? So, let me get this straight." The Royal Zinger held a floating island showcasing Rootās fight with Ruvva, "You were after the brown stream when Ruvva intercepted you. She was strong, but wasnāt a threat to you, until you suddenly swallowed her blood."
"Thatās when you were defeated." The Royal Zinger raised a hand and gently patted the piglet, "I know, I know, you didnāt even have such an intention, since you had hardly used any Prana. There was no rhyme or reason for you to behave that way, but you did it without knowing why."
"And then, you felt something was amiss and didnāt resist even after you made a complete recovery." The Royal Zingerās pats stopped as his hand simply rested on the pigletās head, "You were right."
"I made you act as such."
"Awooink!" The piglet squealed pitifully and poked at the Royal Zingerās palm.
"You want to know why I did that?" The Royal Zinger laughed, "Do you know what type of existence you are?"
"Yes," After a pause, the Royal Zinger nodded, "You are aware of it too, arenāt you? Brangara did mention it during the Third Major Disaster."
"You are part of the Celestial Boarās stack, his tenth body to be exact."
"Oinnk...!" The piglet let out short snorts and climbed over the Royal Zingerās hand. It then lay flat while facing its stomach upwards, showing its submission to the existence before it.
"Donāt worry, I wonāt erase your existence." The Royal Zinger commented coldly, "The Celestial Boar is unneeded on Sumatra. So, I have no intentions to ever let him return, unless I feel bored."
"Donāt worry, my control is absolute." The Royal Zinger turned silent.
After observing the Dieng Canyon to gaze upon the gliding Zingers, the Royal Zinger spoke, "You are an amalgamation of the Celestial Boar, Transcendent Eater, and me."
"As the Quip Guardian, youāre the most special existence in the Quip Clan in that you have inherited the purest function of my Biome Bomb." The Royal Zinger said as he raised the piglet to eye level and caressed the latter.
The Royal Zingerās Biome Bombs could spawn Quip Clansmen. Similarly, the Quip Guardian could spawn Tangible Zingers in his Zinger World.
These Tangible Zingers are similar to the Quip Clansmen spawned by the Royal Zinger. They were newborn Clansmen, with the only difference being their birth forms. "You can even condense a Tangible Nature form of me. Do you know what that means?"
"Youāre another version of myself." The Royal Zinger stated in praise as the pigletās round eyes glistened in elation, "Thatās why you can access the core of my existence, which is this database."
The endless space they were in at present was the Royal Zingerās mindspace, but one that existed in another dimension. As long as even a single Royal Zinger gene existed on Sumatra Continent, this space would continue to exist.
"The lives of every single Quip Clansmen is recorded here." The Royal Zinger lifted the piglet and showed it the millions of floating islands, "This is my home, as I am both the source and sink of the Quip Clan."
"And you," The Royal Zinger tilted the piglet to make eye contact, "Whenever you die, you return here. As long as the Major Treasure of Turnip isnāt destroyed, Iāll be able to send you back on Sumatra."
"Youāre still a baby, so accessing three to four floating islandsā worth of experience is your current limit. But as you grow older, youāll be able to access more and more." The Royal Zinger commented, "You lack experience, so simply keep dying to accumulate it from here."
"And on Sumatra, donāt revive with your full strength. Limit yourself as much as possible and explore the world. Understand and experience its dangers for yourself from a weaker perspective. Only then will you learn and grow." He commented.
"Huh?" The Royal Zinger stared at the pigletās pout and laughed, "I know it wasnāt your fault you lost to Ruvva. But youāll only get distracted if you try to meet Yamahara. Itās not yet the time to do so. Thatās why I put an end to that fight."
"Now," Suddenly, a strange floating island appeared, full veiled behind a greyish glass tower. The Royal Zinger pointed at it, "See that?"
In the glass tower was a Brully, currently getting its hands drilled by golden humanoids, "Thatās who I want you to focus on. You tried to kill him before but failed, right?"
"Try it again, but this time, be patient." The Royal Zinger let out a chuckle, "Pressure him until he enters the Mystic Grade. And then, you can kill him."
"Aieeoink!" The piglet squealed, appearing nervous and unsure.
"What? You arenāt fully sure you can kill him after he enters the Mystic Grade?" The Royal Zinger chuckled, "Donāt worry about that. In terms of sheer potential, you already outclass the Celestial Boar. The only case the Celestial Boar will be stronger than you is in a world filled with Mystic Grade existences. Sumatra isnāt even close to reaching that level."
"Ah, youāre fearing your inexperience will cost you again?" The Royal Zinger chuckled, "Donāt worry about it. Thereās still some time left before youāll face each other. You can accumulate some experience in the meantime."
"Oiiinkk!" The piglet protested.
"You donāt understand why Iām not asking you to immediately kill him?" The Royal Zinger chuckled, "Thereās no reason to do so. He intends to explore Sumatra while keeping his strength at a conservative level. Iām simply saying even his Mystic Grade strength will become conservative once the Continent Invasion starts."
"Yeah," The Royal Zinger casually stroked the piglet on the head, "If he survives, let him live for as long as necessary. I can easily guide you to act on my behalf."
"Oh, you want a clue?" The Royal Zinger burst into laughter, "Alright, you know the Celestial Boar was able to passively wield Subtle Terrain Domination by relying on its influence after gathering more than eight of them in his Astral World, right?"
"No, ignore Perfect Biome Domination. You can use it like the Celestial Boar, no issues. But if you want to truly harness your limitless strength," The Royal Zinger grinned, "Fill up your Zinger World with Prana Stitch."
"Youāll need to figure out the answer yourself." The Royal Zinger winked and waved his hand, "Work hard out there, alright?"
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Rathlana Turf!
Gathering above the Major Treasure of Turnip was a sphere of light. The pillar of light it was supposed to emit was being condensed and gathered in the shape of a sphere. This would constantly keep accumulating over Turnip.
Whenever Root sits upon it, heāll absorb it all. Otherwise, itāll continue to stockpile endlessly.
The sphere morphed into the shape of a man and took less than a few seconds to turn into the human form of Root, who gasped awake and observed himself, "Iām back here."
Unlike the first time, he could remember visiting the Royal Zingerās mind space better. He stared at his hands and saw his fingers twitch, as if he had been practicing gliding and throwing a Prana Bomb nonstop.
The experiences he had absorbed in the Royal Zingerās mind space had become a part of himself. The resultant influence affected his body and mind, but it wasnāt at a level where it would be a problem, āI understand.ā
He clenched his hand into a fist, āAs long as I repeat the actions behind those experiences here, Iāll be able to overwrite those influences with my own. Only by reaching this point can I say Iāve made them my own.ā
āThis is a shortcut to quickly gain proficiency in a variety of things.ā Root observed that his human body hadnāt yet finished being built, āIn terms of physical strength, Iām currently on par with a Centinger.ā
āThis is enough for now.ā He had already absorbed all the accumulated energy. He didnāt wish to sit still atop Turnip, āWithout any Natures, with just my current physical strength and Mystic Royal Art, let me engage in a variety of activities.ā
"Letās see..." He uttered and listed his objectives, "Battles, medicine brewing, farming, sculpting, hiding, running, arguing...ok, there are too many."
"Guess Iāll go through them one after another..." As he spoke, his eyes glowed brown as Root grunted, unable to control himself, āItās significantly more intense now. I canāt seem to resist it in the slightest.ā
But with his current strength, it would take decades to reach the Brimgan Empire, āSo, I neednāt worry.ā
He would just do whatever he wanted while travelling in the direction of the Brimgan Empire. "Thank you, My Deity."
"You are omniscient!"
...
Back at the Cooter-Brimgan Channel, Ruvva nervously eyed the figure of Blola, "Why are you here?"
"I was just passing through but then got curious." Blola said and pointed at one of the towers, hinting that he had intercepted the message sent to the Brimgan Empire by the Mystic Humans from the Dralh Sea.
"And?" Ruvva asked, āHe must have a few Brimgan Royals. Thatās how heās able to intercept the messages. Did he take advantage of the chaos in the Kalahatra Desert and eat a few Brimgan Royals?ā
"Did he return?" As he asked, his face scrunched up in twisted fury, "Did Brangara really return?"
"Viralaās Brangara form gained control over his body." Ruvva answered truthfully.
"I am aware of everything youāve been informed with too." Blola said, turned into a Parute Tree and flickered away, "I am curious about his intentions, on what he truly intends to do."
"And if heās a threat?" Ruvva asked.
"I am a Mammoth Clansman, you know." Came the answer as Blola vanished, "Iāll be keeping watch, Ruvva. If I observe Brangara trying to rally the Mystic Humans against the Mammoth Clan,"
"Know that even you cannot resist my power."