Terkuton District!

It was a new District that had been built in the Varahan Empire only four years ago. As a result, it didn't have anything special going for it yet, with its Kingdom acquisition still in process.

There was a stream of people funnelling into the District from the migratory Free Humans that have been recruited into their fold. These Free Humans were part of a group that lost their homes from a recent Minor Crisis and were busy fleeing, searching for a new place of dwelling.

The Lord of the Terkuton District, YoriBuntara, extended her support to them and succeeded in recruiting them into her fold. She was still making plans to finalise the region she'd target and gain control, using which she'll develop herself in the future, similar to her Clansmen.

Every few days, a new Wean Clansman was being born, adding to the competition. There was absolutely no one who could target the Varahan Empire, with the only existences capable of harming it still accumulating power in regions far, far away.

Without any threat to keep them in check, including the side effects of Voracious Nature, the Wean Clansmen displayed their reproductive power, breeding at speeds that put Silver Grade Pranic Beasts at shame.

After a certain point, the population of Wean Clansmen began to grow exponentially. Some of the older districts had Wean Clansmen as a married couple. They had started their family tool, with their kids taking control of important sectors in their District.

YoriBuntara was the child of one such couple. However, she didn't want to take over assets handed to her on a golden platter by her parents, who were basically powerhouses by now, having entered the 4-Life Stage already.

She was an ambitious woman and intended to forge her own path, which was why she came to the outskirts of the Varahan Empire's territory and founded the Terkuton District, having serious plans for development.

However, all went to shit as her luck was pure shit!

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"Khahahaha!" A man roared raucously as he slumped his heavy arm around fondled her breasts, "And then? Go on, tell the rest of our guests about your ambitious dream."

"I...I wanted to..." YoriBuntara stammered, flinching every time the man made the slightest action. Her body was riddled with scorch marks. However, they didn't heal, not because she couldn't heal them but because she didn't dare.

"Go on, be brave, will you?" The man inched towards her face and used the tip of his beard to tickle her ear, "The mighty princess should be bolder than this..."

He gently lifted her right hand and caressed her fingers with longing. He slowly brought them to his mouth and sucked on them, moaning in relish as the woman trembled in fear. His stomach churned in hunger as he automatically chomped hard, severing the woman's fingers.

"Yummm...delish!" He muttered as his mouth made grating sounds, crushing the finger bones into a pulp as he swallowed them. He stared at the woman and said with a kind gaze, placing his lips on her, "Heal them."

YoriBuntara was unable to resist in the slightest, accepting the kiss as she obediently healed her fingers, internally relieved as what she had been subjected to today was completely tame as compared to what she endured on average.

"Lord Nay!" A middle-aged man knelt before the burly man and saluted, "We lost contact with the team dispatched to the Noikatol District."

"Lost contact?" The burly man addressed as Lord Nay stopped crunching upon YoriBuntara's fingers, his gaze hardening in response as he asked, "Did the Peacekeepers ambush them?"

"No," The middle-aged man shook his head, "Based on our spy reports, the Peace Keepers are still investigating our team's whereabouts in the Noikatol District. They weren't the one responsible."

"Hmm..." Lord Nay thought for a moment before giving his orders, "Kill all our spies and wipe out all traces of us in the Noikatol District. We can't give them any clues that allows our enemies to track us."

His expression hardened as he thought of the existences standing at the pinnacle of the Varahan Empire, 'If they have personally taken action, then it makes sense. My men aren't yet at a level where they can spy on the moments of powerhouses.'

'Thankfully, the team we dispatched was trained in another District and only have one mode of contact with us.' Lord Nay gave another command, "Kill the one responsible for training that group."

"Yes..." The middle-aged man remained silent for a seconds before nodding, "It has been completed just now."

"Good," Lord Nay relaxed a little, 'All traces have been erased. They can't figure out where I am.'

Terkuton District was the headquarters of Talamas, the terrorist organisation established by Lord Nay. But this information was known only by two people, Lord Nay and YoriBuntara.

Even the middle-aged man was just a regular citizen being controlled by Lord Nay to act as his representative. He created a special skill using a set of Natures that can impart certain information in the memories of an individual.

When this individual enters Lord Nay's Spirit Weapon range, he'll remember everything. But the moment he walks away, all the related memories will be locked, turning him into a

regular citizen.

Glove Slip! Information Lock!

These techniques used by the Peacekeeping force had been analysed by Lord Nay and replicated for his purpose, using which he remained absolutely hidden while making his people move for the purpose of targeting the Wean Clan.

The Peacekeepers in Terkuton District had fallen under his control since day one, maintaining a consistent lie from the get go. It was why Lord Nay wasn't discovered, since he had targeted YoriBuntara on the same day she set up Terkuton District.

"It's fun, right?" His beard flailed gently as his rectangular face broadened further under his smile. He fondled YoriBuntara in excitement, "Your Emperor is such a powerful existence but cannot even manage to detect puny little me."

"P-Please don't talk b-bad about..." YoriBuntara intended to resist but her words were blocked by another kiss.

"You talk too much." Lord Nay continued to kiss her for a few minutes before he was turned

on. He got up, his figure reaching a height of three metres, gigantic. Carried in his arms was YoriBuntara, barely mounting any resistance as he brought her to the nearby bedroom.

Moaning sounds resounded between both parties immediately after, accompanied by rumbling claps. Soon, what followed were screams of horrors as bone crunching sounds reverberated throughout the place.

"Thanks for the feast!" Lord Nay smiled at the terrified figure of YoriBuntara huddled at the corner of the bedroom as he continued to eat another body of hers. Blood dripped on his body as he used it like water, wiping himself with twisted perversion.

Soon, he finished eating the body, returning to normalcy as he stared at the figure of YoriBuntara who had fallen to the 1-Life Stage, "Go, consume an Elixir and build your second

body."

"I'm giving you an hour."

"Y-Yes," YoriBuntara opened a drawer to reveal a row of High-Grade Elixirs. She grabbed six and downed them one after another, condensing the surging Prana into her Spirit Container that birthed a second one of its kind.

Soon, she entered the 2-Life Stage, feeling hungry. Like clockwork, Lord Nay lifted her and

brought her to the bathroom to wash up. Following that, they wore luxurious clothes and entered the dining room where a feast enough for a hundred people had been prepared.

"Let's eat!" Lord Nay said as he and YoriBuntara finished up everything in an hour. While eating, he stared at her obedient self, chuckling mentally, 'Even if she tries her best, she can never escape me.'

Once they had their fill, Lord Nay slouched on a bed and watched YoriBuntara seated nearby, going through a stack of Information Slips, resuming her work as Lord of Terkuton District. 'A princess has become my plaything. I only needed to extend my hand to grasp this

opportunity.'

His face beamed into a smile as he closed his eyes and focused on his Spirit Containers.

Primary Nature-Blessed Inheritance!

Originally, Lord Nay went by the name of Narkahamy, a regular citizen of the Varahan Empire.

He had a Silver Grade Vara Human Avatar as everyone else, sporting the Primary Nature of Gracious Inheritance.

He always sought luxury, his thirst for ambition strong. However, reality was otherwise. No matter how strong he became, that was only at the Silver Grade, one among the dozens of millions at the Varahan Empire.

Everyone at the Empire had Silver Grade strength. And even beyond the Varahan Empire,

Silver Grade strength made him a strong existence, but not one that could remain unfettered. To dominate a region, one needs at be at the Gold Grade, which was his long-time desire.

He spent most of his lifesavings to purchase a Suit, for he wanted to know how a suitcase

could expand to perfectly wrap around a person as a beautiful suit. The day he started wearing the Suit, and listened to music on his Gramophone as usual, he experienced faint dreams while asleep, of him being someone strong.

That was brought about by his desire, so it was natural. He had been having such dreams since

young. However, what changed this time was that the dreams were slightly more nuanced. A few months into it and one of the dreams triggered something in him.

Narkahamy woke up with a start, his body too excited to fall asleep anymore, for a thought

now had cemented itself in his mind.

Consuming an Empyrean Boar!

He first struggled to come to reality with the thought process, afraid of the consequences of

acting upon it. But over time, he began to research upon the notion, experimenting

everything in his power to verify the validity of his thoughts.

There was a chance!

The moment he arrived at the conclusion, Narkahamy began preparation, accumulating

Natures suitable for the task. And then, he targeted YoriBuntara, easily succeeding as he had

accounted for all possibilities.

And once he began to consume her bodies, he realised he was incredibly in tune with the

Empyrean Boar influence. He only had to consume three bodies of YoriBuntara before there

was a mild change in his cultivation technique of Gold Inheritance Art.

Then, he received it, the Secondary Nature that he had verified would be obtained.

Secondary Nature-Voracious Nature.

However, it was only at the Silver Grade, with extreme limitations, useful only on existences

with Iron and Silver Grade strength. The side effects were stronger, making the influence from even Iron Grade Natures hard to handle.

From there, he lived, ate, and shat like an Empyrean Boar, ensuring to also copulate with one

daily to attune himself as deeply with the race as possible. He consumed one body of her daily while experimenting upon her physique to the full extent.

In a mere two years, his comprehension of the Empyrean Boar Race attained a qualitative

leap, allowing him to obtain another Nature, becoming first of Free Humans to produce a mineral capable of building a Human Avatar with.

Tertiary Nature-Vara Accum!

The tusks of an Empyrean Boar were just a body part. Yarsha Zahara figured out a cultivation

technique that could use powdered Empyrean Boar tusks as a mineral, which came to be called

Vara.

Vara Accum concentrated Empyrean Boar characteristics in his nails, turning them into the same material as the tusks of an Empyrean Boar. Basically, as he lives life, his nails would grow, basically producing Vara for his use.

Using it, he steadily began to build his Human Avatar, eventually replacing the Vara sourced

from an Empyrean Boar. And the day his Human Avatar was solely made from Vara sourced from his nails, he mutated, becoming a Gold Grade existence.

That's when his Primary Nature evolved from Gracious Inheritance to Blessed Inheritance, the

same as the Varahan Empire's Royal Guard. But the powers it granted him were on a whole other level, as what he had naturally arrived at through a series of coincidences and accumulated research results was the core concept that Mystic Tentacles were based on.

His three Natures complemented each other and combined to unleash a unified effect, easily making him one of the most dangerous Free Humans to exist on Sumatra.

Inala had planted seeds of discord in as many people as he could, with the Gramophones expanding the same effect on their own, having a reach vastly beyond him. Majority of the

seeds never germinated.

And in cases they did, the results were nothing worth commenting about. However, from time

to time, it sprouted in ambitious individuals with competence, making them create faint waves across the Varahan Empire.

There was no lack of geniuses among the Free Humans. But majority of them died futile

deaths due to how dangerous Sumatra was and also them being limited in opportunity, as Free Humans could only Build Humans Avatars out of minerals they could get their hands on.

Narkahamy was one such genius who stumbled upon an opportunity and had the competence to capitalise on it, becoming an individual beyond what Inala had hoped.

At blazing speeds, Narkahamy not only attained Gold Grade strength, but raced up the Life

Stage to reach 6-Life Stage. After all, he was the source of the Vara necessary to build his Human Avatar.

And as a self-sufficient Free Human, his growth was unstoppable.