I'll Surpass The MC

The Ganrimb Kingdom was an offshoot that had split off from the Brimgan Empire. When Fhoong Brimgan lost the fight for the throne, he and his supporters fled the Empire.

They then founded the Ganrimb Kingdom, taking advantage of the region's sense of safety. To ensure they remained safe, Fhoong Brimgan captured four Silver Grade Pranic Beasts and used them to forge the region as it is today.

The Ganrimb Kingdom had invested heavily into the four Silver Grade Pranic Beasts, reaping endless benefits. Of course, without their support, the region's stability would collapse within a year, causing the dangerous hordes of Pranic Beasts from beyond the border to flood in.

The scroll talked about it in detail. Of course, Fhoong Brimgan was an ambitious individual. He wasn't content with simply surviving. He wanted to excel. And the last line of the scroll quoted his ambitions.

[The Ganrimb Kingdom, rooted in the Sanrey Plains, with the aid of four of Sumatra's most unique Pranic Beasts, acting as its pillars, will evolve into an Empire surpassing my homeland, the Brimgan Empire!]

"Do you wish to continue and succeed in his legacy?" Inala shouted, raising the fighting spirit of the people, "Do you wish to go from commoners to the strongest of cultivators?"

"I now possess the Ganrimb King's legacy, once maintained exclusively by its Royal Family." He continued, sparking their desires, "If you want, ask for it! And I shall bestow it upon you!"

"The ultimate power! The ultimate path to reach the peak! The ultimate evolution secretly developed by Fhoong Brimgan!"

"I do…" A hot-blooded youth deprived of opportunities throughout life due to his commoner status shouted, "I want power!"

"Louder!" Inala roared, "Do you want it?"

"I do!" Many people shouted next.

"Say it clearly!" Inala's voice reverberated like a thunderclap, "What do you want?"

"Power!" The people roared.

"Again!" Inala shouted.

"Power!" Everyone echoed.

"Again!"

"Power!"

"Good!" Inala praised aloud and spat out a Prana Bomb that expanded in size and shattered, revealing a large needle dangling from a stand. Placed at the bottom of the stand were five cubes, labelled Mollusc, Pearl, Ropper, Guardian, and finally, Quip.

He pointed at the closest person, beckoning the boy to come forward and stand on the dais before the needle, "This is a Divination Artifact refined by Fhoong Brimgan for five centuries. It will display one's affinity for the five evolutionary paths he had prepared."

"Stand here," He motioned for the boy to stand on the dais and explained, "The arrow will point you towards the path you have the greatest affinity towards."

"W-What if it doesn't?" The boy asked, meek. He lacked self-confidence, having neither achieved much in life nor had the talents to do so.

"It will, don't worry." Inala grinned and pointed at the scroll, "Remember the detail about the Carcass Snail's Primary Nature, Shell Moss?"

"Yes," The meek boy nodded.

"Shell Moss is the primary food of the Slump Lizards. It can affect the body of the consumers and make changes according to its desire." Inala's words next caused a wave of realisation amongst the people, "Remember that it has been releasing Shell Moss in the Angan River from the beginning. And generation after generation, everyone here has been consuming that water."

"Your bodies have already evolved to meet the requirements." He concluded. It was pure bullshit, since all cities had their respective water reservoirs where the Royalty treated the water, ensuring the effects of Shell Moss wouldn't reach the common populace.

Inala simply twisted the facts to suit his narrative. Normally, this wouldn't have worked. But the mental state of the refugees was anything but functional. They were under severe stress due to the fall of their Kingdom.

Hence, even if any doubts formed in them, their minds subconsciously suppressed them all, wishing to believe whatever Inala said to them, as he was the sole reason they were alive.

The meek boy ate up Inala's statement religiously as he stared at the needle anxiously. A couple of seconds later, the needle pointed at the word Pearl.

"Pearl Path," Inala pointed the meek boy to stand at a designated spot and shouted, "Next!"

One after another, the people climbed the dais as the needle pointed at a path for them. Well, it was merely a play, a believable one under the direction of the Theatre Master.

The needle was created using bone and coated with some Haddlyok he had gathered. He was controlling it as his Spirit Weapon, making decisions according to his personal bias. What was the bias you ask?

Primary Nature—Royalty!

The moment he thought of creating a Ravaged Tribe, his Primary Nature had become excited, influencing him accordingly. As a result, his heart was constantly thumping in excitement, as if a child opening his birthday present.

Hence, he simply made decisions based on how his Primary Nature reacted. If he felt strongly towards a refugee, he designated them as part of the Quip Path, which pretty much implied his Ravaged Tribe.

The remainder were pretty evenly distributed amongst the remaining four paths. They were a minority, numbering close to eight thousand.

"Next, you'll be redirected to the location where you'll undergo your evolution," Inala said. At his words, an armoured figure appeared before the two thousand people standing in the spot designated for the Pearl Path.

"Follow me," The armoured figure said and slowly exited the settlement, leading the two thousand people as it gave words of caution, "All the Slump Lizards outside have been killed by the Centingers. But don't be careless, as a good portion of the ground is full of the effects of Bone-Melting Artillery. You'll come into harm if you were to step foot on such areas."

"So, follow me carefully and don't stray far, alright?" Its words were curt and authoritative. The two thousand people following it nodded obediently as the armoured figure led them to the settlement of the Pearl Tribe, managed by the Rooted Clam.

Some Empyrean Zinger Scouts had already approached the Rooted Clam to inform it of the situation in advance. The communication was done using a language developed by the five Silver Grade Pranic Beasts that had developed this region.

Since Inala had the Rockatrice's data, figuring out the language was no issue. Once he inscribed the related data into a Bone Slip and fed it to the Empyrean Zinger Scouts, they were able to communicate with the four Silver Grade Pranic Beasts.

The four recipients received the news warmly as Inala expressed more cooperation to ensure their success. Since he proposed benefits many times greater than the Rockatrice, they accepted him into their team.

Four groups of Free Humans, two thousand people per group, exited the Rooster Tribe Settlement and made their way to their assigned settlement, warmly received by the Silver Grade Pranic Beasts in charge of the respective settlement.

The Boutique Lizard was the last to receive its batch. It happily led the group of Free Humans to its settlement, making a gentle cry in praise upon seeing the settlement—of the Guardian Tribe corpses— was fully cleaned by Empyrean Zingers who made their presence scarce after completing their work.

This was the beginning of a successful cooperation.