I'll Surpass The MC

Eat, Consume, and Spawn; a simple mantra followed in the Ravaged Federation. In the Ravaged Federation, a Ravaged Tribesman would eat the Phells daily, consume Ravaged Tribesmen in the Comb alongside the Nectar, and spawn progeny with as many Tribesmen as possible.

The goal was simple—constant mutations.

A Quip Tribesman would be able to grow a lot in the Comb by regularly consuming the bodies of other Ravaged Tribesmen alongside Nectar. Eventually, they'll gain a lot of powerful characteristics, influencing even their Primary Nature to change in response.

As they continued to mutate, they'd eventually evolve into a Gold Grade Ravaged Tribesman, depending on their direction of growth. Some proceed in this direction while the majority focus on reaching the 2-Life Stage as soon as possible.

And of course, just entering the Sanctuary wasn't the endpoint. The best-case scenario would be to have powerful offspring carrying their carefully curated genetics that would follow them into the Sanctuary every few years.

Hence, everyone who managed to mutate their selves to a decently unique or powerful extent hoped to leave behind as many offspring as possible. The culture of the Ravaged Federation revolved to satisfy that.

The concept of marriage or family didn't exist here. Rather, one only identified themselves based on their birth parents. A man can sleep with as many women willing to bear a child with him. The case was the same for a woman too.

If someone had worthy genes, they'd be sought after to create powerful children. The Ravaged Federation supported the birth of as many offspring as possible. After all, thanks to the Phells, they never had to worry about food shortages.

Moreover, tens of thousands died in the Comb every day, consumed by the victors in the hexagon chambers. So to upkeep their tremendous death rate, the Ravaged Federation took ample care to maintain a robust birth rate.

Inala displayed the presence of the Quip Tribe. Unlike the Ravaged Tribes typically found on Sumatra, the Quip Tribe stood at the peak as a Tribe. After all, when created at the Sanrey Plains, Inala had already perfected their cultivation technique.

Secondly, they were created through the Prana of Mutated Empyrean Zinger Kings and Queen who were birthed through the Boar King's Prana and Lifespan. Therefore, in terms of sheer foundation, the Quip Tribe already was one of the best at the Silver Grade.

Inala's Silver Grade presence and the robust foundation he exuded were alluring to everyone who lay gaze upon him. A glance at him and they judged him to possess immensely valuable genes.

"What race does your Tribe belong to?" One of the enthusiastic women approached Inala in closeup and asked, "You feel…strong!"

"The Zinger Race," Inala commented, smiling upon seeing the crowd become stupefied in response.

"Zingers…?" The woman expressed her confusion, "Do you mean the Zinger Race that lives in the Dieng Canyon?"

"I believe there's just one race on Sumatra called the Zingers." Inala nodded.

"But how?" The woman expressed the same thought present in the minds of everyone at the scene, "The Zingers are Iron Grade Pranic Beasts. But your presence is that of the Silver Grade."

"The Zinger Race has changed. They have a pinnacle existence protecting them now." Inala grinned, exuding an air of confidence and authority that intimidated everyone at the scene, "The Mystic Grade Pranic Beast, Royal Zinger has graced Sumatra, being the third Mystic Grade Pranic Beast to do so."

"Third…?" The woman in closeup to Inala muttered in shock as she subconsciously stepped away from him. Though her desire to have his genes was uncontrollable, she was unable to act upon it, feeling that she wasn't worthy enough to do so.

'That's why he seemed different from the rest. He has a supreme Deity protecting him.' The woman had already returned to the crowd by now and seemed intent to leave the place. She only possessed Iron Grade strength and didn't have the confidence to obtain Inala's attention, 'Powerful women would come to seek his attention once news of this spreads.'

Women with potent Silver Grade strength or even the old monsters with Gold Grade strength would approach Inala, confident in birthing powerful children that would possess a union of the genetic traits of both parents.

These children would be able to mutate even further and breeze through the ranks once they enter the Sanctuary. As long as the quality and foundation of their genes were robust enough, they'd be able to become a Transcendent.

Theoretically, a Quip Tribesman could consume the bodies of Mammoth Tribesmen and Cooter Tribesmen alongside Nectar and gain their characteristics. The changes would be made practical thanks to the effects of Nectar.

But unless this combination was perfect, it became impossible to progress through the Life Stage. Basically, the more perfect the combination was, the greater the bodies one could stack. Only a Tribesman with a perfect, synergetic combination of genes could reach the 10-Life Stage and succeed in becoming a Transcendent.

It was why only 11 Transcendents had appeared from the Ravaged Federation, despite them existing for as long as the Major Treasure of Pet. On this planet with an infinite supply of food and zero threat to their life, the population of Ravaged Tribesmen surpassed five billion.

But even then, only 11 Transcendents managed to appear from their side, forming a heavy contrast to the Mammoth Clan which has 12 Transcendents. This was shocking since it had been approximately 13,000 years since the birth of Mahira Tusk.

In this short time, the Mammoth Clan managed to create 12 Transcendents. In contrast, the Ravaged Federation probably existed for the same time as the Brimgan Empire, since the time difference between the reveal of the Major Treasure of Cure and Pet is just a century.

This sheer lack of Transcendents from their side was due to the imperfect harmonisation of the genes the Ravaged Tribesmen accumulated in the Comb. The defects became extremely pronounced the higher the number of bodies they continued to stack.

Hence, once someone develops enough, they'd carefully consider their mate to ensure the birth of an offspring with beneficial genetic characteristics so that their growth would be more smooth sailing than their parents.

When the genetic information is copied from the parents to the offspring, natural selection happens, causing the genetic information to be harmonised better. As long as partners were selected properly, after great research, this harmonisation would become more and more pronounced over the generations.

Eventually, there came Ravaged Tribesmen with near-perfect distribution of genes that were seamlessly harmonised with their existence. These existences would be searching for the final piece of the puzzle, the necessary genes that could result in a progeny guaranteed to breeze through to the later ends of the Life Stage.

Many women at the scene felt that Inala's new genes could be that variable for the old monsters. First of all, there hadn't been a Ravaged Tribe made by the Zingers before. Secondly, Inala originated from a Quip Tribe generation that had witnessed the birth of the Royal Zinger. So, his gene quality must be spectacular.

'Seeing their reaction, the three Quip Tribesmen that vanished mysteriously haven't landed anywhere close to this city.' Inala thought, 'Well, it makes sense, since all the entry points lead to cities far away. I came here because I arrived through an exit river.'

"If you're still free after this, visit my house." A woman who had entered Silver Grade recently approached Inala and whispered in his ears the address of her domicile, "I'll be waiting with open arms."

"Ok," Inala nodded, even though he had no intention to sleep with any of the women at the place. Through his Tangible Piezo Slip Skill, he could make his target experience a scene as if she had made out with Inala.

During this time, Inala would use his Biome Bomb to gather data from the woman. The type of genes she had, their composition, their distribution across her body, the influence they had on her body, mind, and soul, how her Primary Nature changed over the years, etc.

By gathering all this data, Inala would be able to piece together a plan and target the Ravaged Tribesmen selectively. And by consuming them alongside Nectar, he'd be able to create the Tertiary Nature of his desire.

A lot of groundwork had to be created for this in the first place. Moreover, Inala's goal was to steal the secrets of the Nectar so that his Biome Bomb could produce it in the future, just as how it could create grey sand and Bolts of Transcendence.

It was why he made a beeline to this place while ignoring the Wean Clan. Or rather, Inala planned to hole up in this place for as long as possible, even at the cost of skipping the Third Major Disaster.

Honestly, as long as he remained a Mystic Grade Royal Zinger, Inala would be able to avoid the Third Major Disaster. But otherwise, he'd subconsciously think of heading to the location for a variety of reasons.

They would seem like an action taken out of conscious thought but the true cause was due to Renduldu's actions, which made the Mystic Seven arrive at the Four Major Disasters to face Brangara.

Subconsciously, they would take actions that will lure Brangara to the place where the Major Disaster happens. And when they face him, the Mystic Paths would fill up rapidly through the resultant experience. By the end of the Fourth Major Disaster, the Mystic Paths will be fully filled, resulting in the Mystic Path inheritors entering the Mystic Grade.

'A stellar plan, I must say. Honestly, I can only go against it when I'm at the Mystic Grade. But the rest of the time, I'm subconsciously influenced too.' Inala sighed as he observed the women before him and said, "I have just arrived at this place. So, give me a day to settle in. I'll first head into the Comb once. When I return, if there's a woman happy to accept me, we'll engage in the baby-making process."

Inala's declaration was met with raucous applause from the crowd of women who all gave him their address and walked away. Of course, there were a few who wanted to jump the gun, remaining at the entrance of his house even after the crowd parted away.

"There's no guarantee you can survive the Comb." A woman approached Inala with a wry smile, "I don't want to miss out on your genes. So,"

"Can we?"