644 Beginning The Race Change

Inala had been working on taking advantage of the Comb in a variety of ways. First was to determine the formulae used by the Comb in the tunnels, transporting Ravaged Tribesmen from various cities into the Comb.

Second was the means through which it judged and picked opponents for the participants. Third was the method it used to determine the end of a battle and picked the winner to grant a droplet of Nectar as reward.

Currently, Inala had figured out the ins and outs of the methods used by the Comb to pick opponents. This meant that he could send his Quip Clansmen to the Comb and ensure they faced only him.

He didn't have enough time for other things yet, having been focused on Wittral. Once the Zinger Representative appears, he could leave the Quip Clan in her control and focus on taking control over the Comb better.

Thanks to the Biome Lattice, Inala had no lack of Keys, allowing him to farm as much Nectar as he wanted without issues. And to ensure that he could move about without worries, he transformed an entire city's worth of residents into Biome Puppets.

Their original bodies were trapped within the Biomes which took on their appearance and lives. This way, to any outsider, there wouldn't be anything amiss. The Biome Puppets had been modified in such a way that the orifices of the Ravaged Tribesmen trapped within were connected to the external world through the Biome Bombs.

Basically, the mouth of the Biome Puppet was connected to the mouth of the Ravaged Tribesman through a tunnel. So, anything the Biome Puppet eats would end up in the stomach of the Ravaged Tribesmen. The case was the same for the discharge of waste products too.

Moreover, using Tangible Piezo Slips, the Biome Puppets were extracting information from the Ravaged Tribesmen to behave the same as the original. So, even if someone were to visit the city from the outside and make a conversation with a friend or something, they wouldn't notice anything unusual.

It was thanks to this that Inala managed to gain control of an entire city. Even the ones with Gold Grade strength weren't an issue. He only needed to become a Mystic Grade Royal Zinger to take care of them.

Currently, he was honestly farming for Nectar the traditional way, supplying everything to Wittral. He sent the Quip Clansmenwho were equipped with plenty of Gold Biome Bombsinto the Comb, ensuring they could easily kill their opponents.

With the assistance of the Gold Biome Bombs, taking care of Silver Grade Ravaged Tribesmen was easy, especially since all the Quip Clansmen were at the 2-Life Stage. They were covered by a Biome Bomb that released the presence of a Quip Tribesmanwho could only exist in the Body Stage.

Once Inala enters the 2-Life Stage, he would send his second body to Wittral for consumption, following which the latter would consume a droplet of Nectar, assimilating the Royal Zinger's genes into his body.

Wittral was consuming at least ten Silver Grade Royal Zinger bodies daily. Nothing happened at the start, but as the days spanned past, changes began to appear. Claws began to grow at the end of the legs, growing fur. Some days, there was fur, and the other, a material resembling coral formed.

The changes were unstable, changing every day as the Royal Zinger genes were getting assimilated into the Empyrean Snapper genes. At the end of the day, Wittral would activate his Secondary Nature of Empyrean Mist Deity, taking on the appearance of a human.

All the changes would retreat into the body.

This process continued for two years, when Wittral felt overwhelmed. The quantity of Empyrean Snapper genes and Royal Zinger genes were equal now, making a mess. Wittral's state was unstable, despite consuming Nectar.

It was because he was maintaining a perfect balance of genes, which prevented the creation of a base of genes upon which the remaining genes could harmonise to form his Natures. As a result, Wittral was unable to activate his Natures.

They were flickering in and out of existence, placing his life at risk, which was maintained until the present, to ensure Wittral existed in an extreme state.

Inala kept Wittral in his Biome Bomb all along, keeping watch on the process and controlling everything through Perfect Biome Domination. That was how he ensured the number of genes between the two sides was equal in Wittral.

"Let's start," Wittral spoke in excitement, feeling bloated.

"Give me a moment," Inala said and gathered all the Gold Biome Bombs that he had prepared until now. He was already at the Mystic Grade as the Royal Zinger, for only at this level could he take action.

There were a total of five Gold Biome Bombs, each containing a thin golden bolt of lightning. Each bolt was condensed from two million units of Mystic Grade Prana.

Bolt of Transcendence!

Inala had five bolts in total. These bolts were of the same level as the ones harnessed by the cultivators intending to reach the Transcendence Stage. To condense one such bolt required two million units of Mystic Grade Prana, which was a ginormous sum.

If not for the Biome Lattice, this would have been impossible. Moreover, this was the limit. If Inala were to create a second Biome Lattice, there would be a drop in the population of Phells in some locations that could be noticed by the Ravaged Federation.

If Inala wanted to create more, he would have to gain complete control of the Ravaged Federation, which wasn't possible anytime soon. It would be nothing but a waste of resources.

After all, he had to use 1000 units of Gold Grade Prana to condense a Gold Biome Bomb, using which he could make a Biome Puppet. He would need billions of such Gold Biome Bombs to take over the Ravaged Federation.

That was nothing but a useless endeavour.

The five Gold Biome Bombs landed on his hand as Inala stared at the Biome Bomb before him. Currently, there was within a Mystic Biome Bomb that had expanded to its original sizea sphere with a radius of 180 metres.

As space within it wasn't compressed, Inala could bring Biome Bombs inside without issues. Space within the Gold Biome Bombs was compressed, as the Bolts of Transcendence were arcing around within, filling up it in its entirety.

Externally, they looked no different from light bulbs, excessively bright.

Inala remained in his human form, for the space within the Biome Bomb wasn't large enough to assume his Royal Zinger form. He wasn't a marine creature, so he couldn't remain outside. Besides, peeking out was a death sentence as the Phells would swarm him in a frenzy.

He needed peace for the time being. Only then could he execute his plan properly.

"I'm starting," Inala said and touched the Mystic Biome Bomb

containing Wittralwith his right hand. His left took out a shiny piece of material from his pocket, one that exhibited an overbearing presence even upon him.

Sumatra Gold!

It was what he had produced after two years of nonstop effort at the Biome Lattice. It was what he was relying upon for Wittral's race change. "Take in a deep breath, Wittral. This might hurt."

Secondary NaturePerfect Biome Domination!

The Sumatra Gold entered the Mystic Biome Bomb containing Wittral and turned into smoke. It layered Wittral's skin and seeped inside gradually, mixing with the bloodstream to be circulated through his body.

Thump! Thump!

Wittral's heart pumped blood faster and faster, naturally drawing in the dissolved particles of the Sumatra Gold. After all, this heart was Inala's. And the Royal Zinger's heart was sourced from Wittral. And hence, it had a natural affinity towards the Sumatra Gold, calling it forth naturally.

The particles of Sumatra Gold were drawn towards the heart naturally as they circulated through the blood. Once they arrived at the heart, they were fused into the Spirit Container by Inala through Perfect Biome Domination.

As more and more fused into the Spirit Container, Wittral began to experience some changes, feeling the Royal Zinger genes in his body take control.

But still, there were a lot of Empyrean Snapper genes in his body. As long as they remained, Wittral would only become a fusion of something between the Royal Zinger and an Empyrean Snapper. To become a Zinger Representative, all his genes should conform to the Zinger race.

It was in regards to that was Inala fusing Sumatra Gold into Wittral's Spirit Container. The process took close to five months to finish, following which Inala heaved a sigh in relief, "It's done!"

"And now," He took a short rest to gather his bearings and grabbed a Gold Biome Bomb, elongating a portion of it to form a tube and connected it to the Mystic Biome Bomb. "Brace yourself, Wittral!"

Once he connected all five Gold Biome Bombs to the Mystic Biome Bombs, Inala activated Perfect Biome Domination and caused the first Bolt of Transcendence to slam into Wittral.

"Argh!" Wittral screamed in pain, feeling like his body was being vaporised. But thankfully for him, the Sumatra Gold in his Spirit Container absorbed the Bolt of Transcendence and allowed him to endure it.

"Huff" Wittral gasped, reeling from the pain, feeling as if all his blood cells had turned into blades that were cutting into him from within, "Is itis it done?"

"No," Inala said, "That's just the first one."

"Fuck!" Wittral cursed when a second bolt slammed into him.