Zahara Kingdom!

It was a Human Kingdom that had existed for more than two centuries, decently successful among Human Kingdoms.

Established atop a mountain range, Zahara Kingdom was a hilly civilisation that used the terrain's advantage to forge a future. They were rather successful at that.

The mountain range was rich with resources, with some of them being powerful materials to forge Human Avatars. And despite the deaths they faced from the surrounding Pranic Beast invasions, the Kingdom's population was at a steady incline.

At this rate, as long as they continue developing for a few more centuries, they'll eventually evolve into an Empire. They only had to make decently smart decisions and avoid any drastic setbacks to succeed.

If they played their cards right, they'll survive well past a millennium, the criteria achieved by all major Empires on Sumatra. Until now, they were on the right track. Until now, that is.

The Zahara King exited his palace and slumped to his knees, trembling in terror alongside his ministers, the strongest of his Kingdom. None of them had the confidence to resist, the sense of doom pervading their minds.

'We worked so hard to reach this far.' The Zahara King despaired, 'Is today our last? Frustrating! I can't do anything, not against him!'

The King, the Princes and Princesses, the ministers, prominent people from the government, etc. More than eighty percent of the Kingdom's peak power was currently concentrated at the palace grounds, with the cultivation of them all tethering on the latter half of the Life Stage.

But despite that, they held no hope of being able to face the other party, a youth at the peak of the Body Stage. An infamous existence that was the most popular in Sumatra Continent due to the sheer terror he caused in everyone.

Pretty much every single human civilisation had posters of his image circulating around. Tales were created, songs were sung of his power, and even plays were conducted to display his feats. The individual who had singlehandedly resulted in the significant weakening of the strongest force in Sumatra and struck enough fear in them that they avoided him to this day.

Mystic Grade Pranic BeastEmpyrean Boar King!

Visiting the Zahara Kingdom was none other than Brangara, the Boar King. He might only be at the peak of the Body Stage, but he was a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast. The current strength he possessed was that of a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast that had reached maturity.

It wasn't something a Kingdom could face. Maybe an Empire could resist the current him, as long as they prepared themselves to lose most of their strength in the process.

The Zahara King prostrated on the ground, displaying no will to fight, knowing very well the consequences of doing so. He didn't even ask Brangara's purpose in visiting his Kingdom, only hoping the latter would leave after satisfying whatever he wanted here.

"You don't need to fear." Brangara observed the humans and stated casually, "Five thousand virgin women at the Spirit Stage and under thirty years in age. Bring them to me."

"Please give us a week." The Zahara King neither asked for the reason nor refused, simply asking for the time he needed to bring the numbers, "We'll need to bring them from many far away cities."

"One week," Brangara nodded upon understanding the Zahara King had quoted the shortest duration possible, "That's fair. I'll wait here until then."

"Go, find the best women our Kingdom has to offer." The Zahara King ordered his ministers.

Even though the ministers were disappointed in their King, they had no other choice but to heed his orders. They understood the situation at play. Even if they wished, they couldn't do anything else. Of course, even though the King ordered them to bring out their best women, that wasn't what he implied.

They wouldn't bring out the talented women who would become future pillars of their Kingdom. The ministers began to think of ways to please the Boar King, intending to select only those within the criteria set by the Boar King who had more beauty than talent.

"You see, they'll be birthing my family." It seemed Brangara could guess their thoughts as he laid out a statement.

"Y-You mean?" The Zahara King felt his ears were playing a trick. He stared at Brangara with utmost fear and respect, asking again, "You're not planning to consume them?"

"Why would I ask you if I wanted to do that?" Brangara snorted, "I could simply swallow your entire Kingdom and filter through the Primary Natures I wanted."

"These five thousand women will be my wives and would work in birthing my descendants. They'll be pivotal in the creation of my Wean Clan." He concluded.

He just finished speaking when Prana burst out of the bodies of all the ministers, including the King, not in anger, but one of excitement. All humans instinctively considered Tribesmen and Clansmen as murky inferiors, irrespective of their strength, unwilling to become part of them.

But, becoming the Clansmen of the Boar King was completely different. The Wean Clan will be the first Clan in Sumatra that's related to a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast. The Wean Clansmen will be superior to even the likes of Mammoth Clansmen and Cooter Clansmen.

Moreover, once this happens, it means the Zahara Kingdom was fundamentally tied to the Boar King. Since all his wives would be from the Zahara Kingdom, they'll have that relation through their daughters.

That meant, in the likelihood of the Zahara Kingdom facing a threat, they could request the Boar King's help. In the future, the Wean Clan itself would support them.

The entirety of Sumatra would know that the Wean Clan was birthed from the Zahara Kingdom. Therefore, no force, whether Human or Pranic Beast would dare target the Zahara Kingdom.

It didn't matter even if the Wean Clan doesn't support them in the future. Just the fact that no other force would actively target them meant the Zahara Kingdom could actively grow and quickly attain Empire status.

Besides, through this relationship, they could even mine the precious minerals at Varahan Enclave to forge stronger Human Avatars. Maybe that would be the key that allows the Zahara Kingdom to birth a hero who eventually attains strength on par with a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast, something only the Brimgan Empire had achieved to date.

Everyone in the royal palace sped away frantically, intending to bring the best women from their own families. As long as their daughter becomes the official first wife of Brangara, their status would shoot up to an unprecedented level.

"Please look at her," The Zahara King was the first to arrive, in tow with his most cherished daughter, "She's our Kingdom's gem, the most talented in our history. She was born with 99 Prana, an unprecedented existence."

"I have forced her to remain at the Spirit Stage as I have yet to chance upon a mineral worthy enough for her Human Avatar to be built upon."

"Is that so?" Brangara stared at the girl, becoming surprised a moment later, 'She's special!'

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