I'll Surpass The MC

Sight! Sound! Smell! Taste! Touch!

The five senses were bombarded with an array of disgustingness, unlike anything they had ever witnessed. The people turned brainless by the Transcendent Eater's scent regained their senses, for an instant, before emptying their bile.

It was an existence that bubbled incessantly, expanding and contracting in a certain frequency that short-circuited the brain as a self-defence means. A disgusting sight to see. Spikes protruded selectively through the bubbles, oozing murky pus.

The pus squirted bit by bit, appearing like a mix between poop, vomit, etc. The smell was disgusting on a whole other level. Accompanied by gastric sounds, the smell rapidly fluctuated between various aromatic scents that tapered into a disgusting counterpart.

It might have started as the scent of a freshly baked cake. But in a couple of seconds, the smell would change as the cake decays. You might be savouring the aroma that was deteriorating rapidly, until you would be hit by a disgusting feeling that the scent you were savouring was a stench instead.

The sphenomenon happened to the taste too. The taste buds of everyone were experiencing the greatest of taste that rapidly deteriorated into decomposed shit. When it happened to every single smell, taste, sight, etc. the brain short-circuited, unable to handle the overwhelming feeling of disgust welling up from every inch of their being.

One second, she was standing firm on the ground. The other second, she was kneeling weakly, unable to control her motor functions as all she could do was puke uncontrollably.

A grating sound rammed into her ears, upsetting her stomach further. 'This…shit…I…need…to…get…up!'

Prana circulated through her as quickly as possible. Yarsha Zahara focused on her Prana, recovering little by little. She looked around, observing that all her people were safe, though traumatised upon seeing Yennda.

Her eyes then darted to the figure of Grehha who lay on the ground, his gaze vacant. His eyelids and lips twitched from tto time, as if he had gone insane. The region was completely safe other than that.

Blola had retreated into the ground and hence, there was no immediate threat to them. She barely managed to lift her head and observed a golden flash a hundred metres away. The golden feline arrived at a halt, holding the tail of a Bone Viper in its mouth.

With a crunch, it shattered the tail, the last of its kind in the vicinity. For a moment, it stared at Yarsha Zahara, its sentient eyes inspecting her condition. It didn't say anything and calmly turned around to target another batch of Bone Vipers.

"Retract…" She gasped and got up, trying her best to gather her will and suppress Yennda. She felt weak, but as Prana circulated through her body, it regulated her condition, dealing with the various phobias that she had been afflicted with.

"Too late, Yarsha." A rumbling voice resounded from within the sack of flesh that was an amalgamation of countless blobs, both fleshy and fluidic. "I'm already dying."

"What?" Yarsha was stunned as she realised something, "Your Pranic Beast transformation is a one-tuse form?"

"It's because my Fragment Disease…still exists." A gasping voice echoed from somewhere within the mountain of expanding flesh. It seemed to belong to Yennda, "Once I transform, my body is unable to handle the stress and would die."

As he spoke, his body expanded further as a piece of blob enveloped Grehha. Immediately in response, a gash appeared on the blob that revealed a mouth. It clamped upon Grehha's leg and began to eat him.

"N-No!" Yarsha Zahara shouted, willing Grehha to resist. But, the latter was already unconscious. She didn't have the necessary mental strength to wake him up and make him use Internal Inertial Gravity to break free from the grasp of the fleshy hill.

"Stop it, Yennda! Don't eat up Grehha!" She roared, struggling to get up as her limbs trembled.

"Nothing's under my conscious control." Yennda replied from within the blob that infected Grehha's legs, turned them into decomposed mush, and consumed it, "This is what I have programmed them to act as ages ago."

What…are you talking about? Programmed? What do you mean by that?" Yarsha Zahara felt that something was amiss, feeling that she was unable to recognise Yennda anymore. Her expression hardened as she glared at the fleshy hill, "You…lied toabout Earth."

"No, you simply never questioned about the truly dangerous aspects of Earth." Yennda said, his words slow, almost grumping about, "It's not that you didn't bother, but you never knew that such fields existed."

"war is honestly a field more expansive and terrifying than you could ever imagine. If not for the double-edged consequences of unleashing it, there are…" He stopped speaking, chuckling all of a sudden as he changed the topic, "Thank you, Yarsha. The tI spent here has honestly been the most peaceful in my life and the most fun too."

"I haven't sabotaged the products I created for your Varahan Empire, so I hope you can declareas the creator without any misgivings." A voice of gratitude resounded from within the fleshy hill that began to break down gradually, "To my best effort, I will try my best to avoid harming the Varahan Empire."

"Why…" Yarsha Zahara frowned, her tone solemn as she got up, having recovered enough to walk and partially use her abilities. A few more seconds, and she'll be able to unleash an Eddy Blade. She observed that Grehha was no more, having been swallowed by the fleshy hill.

It had reached a height of fifty metres and encompassed two thousand square metres in area. But apart from devouring the body of Grehha, it hadn't harmed anyone else.

Grehha had died and Yennda was already in the process of dying. So, Yarsha Zahara understood that there wasn't anything she could do by this point, sighing, 'Is this what they were aiming for?'

Her concentration slipped once, for a moment in four years, which was enough for her to lose both the Mystic Paths in her control. 'I knew it was a matter of tbefore I let go of them, but this is too soon. There's still plenty that I wanted to do with their powers.'

As there was nothing else to do by this point, she could only sigh and ask Yennda, intending to figure out his thought process, "Why do you wish to die? You know you'll be revived by the Mammoth Clan. You said that you had a better life here than at the Mammoth Clan. So, why? Why are you killing yourself?"

"I have a daughter." A soft voice filled with hope resounded, stunning Yarsha. Considering how Yennda acted, never in a million years did she think he would have a child.

"I never thought you were the type to have kids."

"You know about the Mystic Path builds…" Yennda hesitated for a moment before saying, "I was supposed to consher at birth to create my build. It was what I relied upon to face Brangara. I failed, and my daughter lived on."

"All the more reason to stay here," Yarsha snorted, "Hearing about it makesfeel disgusted by you…"

"I know, and the Mammoth Clan despiseto an extrlevel. After all…" A haggard laugh resounded as the fleshy hill had mostly melted by now, reduced to a puddle of pungent blood, "My daughter is an Empyrean Tusk."

"I see…" She closed her eyes once and opened them, staring at Yennda with pity, "You planned to eat their Deity. That will make the Mammoth Clan treat you the sas my husband."

"So, why the heck are you returning there."

"It's because she's an idiot." As the fleshy hill almost melted to the ground level, it revealed a knitted head that barely resembled Yennda, "That daughter of mine…despite knowing how terrible I am, wishes to be with me."

"She…needs me. So, I'm returning home." The rest of the flesh melted, revealing a hazy figure of Yennda, extremely normal in appearance, but translucent to the sight. His hair was strange, resembling thinned-out versions of an Empyrean Tusk's trunk, numbering in the thousands.

A few seconds later, snouts resembling the Celestial Boar popped up all over his chest, arms, and legs, puffing out steam. A dozen irises floated across his eyeball that moved like tadpoles, unanimously facing Yarsha Zahara as they protruded out of the eye to stare at her.

The moment the Celestial Boar snouts appeared on his body, Yarsha Zahara grunted and glared at his hands, 'I had attached my husband's hands to him.'

"I don't know for how long, but until she no longer needs me, I wish to stay by her side." A calm voice resounded as Yennda opened his mouth to speak, his expression hesitant, terrified even, "She's…an Empyrean Tusk, you see."

"I know Brangara intends to wipe them all out. I don't care about any of the others, but please request him to spare my daughter." A string of tears cascaded down his eyes, "Otherwise, I will bring upon you a plague beyond your wildest comprehension. Please don't force that fate upon me."

"I am not worthy of happiness, but I intend to embrace it, for however little I can." He said as his figure stabilised, appearing no different from the Tangible Natures that Brangara wielded. He bowed mildly as his body began to decompose, breaking down at the fundamental level.

Since the day he revived, Yennda had been using a stopgap mechanism, using a mesh of mutated genes to form a fleshly entity that couldn't even qualify as a Pranic Beast. But now, by using the arms of the Celestial Boar as the catalyst, he stabilised on a functional form recognisable by the Sumatra Continent.

"Farwell, Yarsha," Yennda spoke, turning around as he felt an overwhelming presence land a couple hundred metres behind by, accompanied by sonic booms. He stared at the latter and chuckled, almost in terror, "It seems love trumped your hatred. You're indeed terrifying."

Pieces of Sumatra gold were stuck in his skin, followed by a bunch of Mystic Eaters desperately clutching onto him, intending to harm him. His body was riddled with injuries, but Brangara hadn't lost a body.

His eyes darted across the region and observed that both his children and grandchildren were alright. He then stared at Yarsha Zahara, relieved that she was alright.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the withering figure of Yennda, "Where's Grehha?"

"Dead." Yennda smiled.

"It seems this entire fiasco was to free the both of you." Brangara figured out the truth but was no longer mad. Rather, he sported a mild smile, "I am grateful that you haven't harmed my family."

"There's nothing to gain from harming them. They're valuable hostages to the Mammoth Clan after all." Yennda said.

"Unfortunately, this was your last chance to take them hostage." Brangara chuckled, "I gained a lot through this fight, you see. Was it worth revealing so many of your side's cards just to free the both of you?"

"Yeah, it was." Yennda laughed as he saluted, "I'll show it to you in the future, if I'm ever unfortunate enough to run into you."

Expert Iron Grade Pranic Beast—Tangible Epidemic!

"It won't be a fight next time." Brangara relaxed his hand and waved it casually, vaporising the crumbling body of Yennda, "I'll be slaughtering everyone."