I'll Surpass The MC



"Grrr!" The Pranic Beast shaped like a feline creature growled in anger, intending to chomp on the flesh of the humans before it. It had a small body, reaching a metre in length with soft fur that created cascading waves under the wind.

It had sharp fangs capable of easily digging through flesh and a zagged tail meant to puncture through the organs of its targets. It was a sadistic carnivorous creature with a bloodthirsty nature.

Beginner Iron Grade Pranic Beast—Mewcat!

Despite its appearance, it was weak, possessing 140 Prana upon maturity and having a short lifespan of forty years. In the region surrounding the Brimgan Empire, with territories carved by Gold Grade Pranic Beasts, the Mewcat was a weak race.

And as Mewcats weren't a swarm type, they were easy prey for other Pranic Beasts. But to counter their predators, the Mewcats had a very powerful ability, which was honestly one of the strongest in the region.

Primary Nature—Human Appeal!

The Primary Nature made them appealing to the Free Humans of the Brimgan Empire, birthing an urge in the Free Humans to treat them as cute little pets. That was it. The extent of their Primary Nature's effect was just that. But it was enough. For through it, they became pets of powerful Free Human cultivators in the Brimgan Empire, leading lives of abundance following that.

Though they were bloodthirsty creatures, due to the effects of their Primary Nature, Free Humans would consider them to be cute creatures desiring protection.

"Isn't she cute?" The growling Mewcat's owner, a woman in her early sixties smiled cheerfully and rubbed the Mewcat's back, "She has a bad habit of rolling around in mud. I have a party to visit tonight, so I need her cleaned up for that."

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She stared at the bald woman before her, "I was afraid no one would accept the request. I don't have enough time to take care of her, you see?"

"Leave it to me, Ma'am." Inala patted his chest, "I'm very good at grooming Pranic Beasts."

"Alright, I'll leave it to you." Saying so, the woman hurried away in her carriage, "My maid will take care of the rest."

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity." Inala performed a curt bow to see the carriage speed past in a hurry, 'It feels nostalgic to see something resemble a car.'

"O-Okay," The maid nodded, a bit stupefied to see Inala whistle and walk away, muttering once he had left, "Who is this woman?"

"She has an air of royalty around her."

Primary Nature—Royalty!

Inala knew what he was doing. By being bald in a region where hair was the beauty standard, he drew attention easily. His work was rapid and the results were spectacular. Atop that, despite being dressed in shabby clothes, his actions were those of royalty. No, the very air around him resembled what emanated from someone with power.

By the time he completed his fifth Pet Care for the day, rumours had already spread around the Labour Association regarding him.

Bald Amita!

That was how they referred to him, since he was the sole bald woman in the city or possibly the entire Empire. Since it was easy to identify him, it was easy to note his actions too.

"How did it go?" Inala asked upon meeting Wittral along the way.

"Perfect," Wittral nodded, "All Mewcats become obedient when I release a tinge of presence. And it takes me less than a minute to clean them up."

Usually, Mewcats were messy, which proved to be very troublesome for the labourers who arrived to take care of them. Even if they manage to clean up the Mewcat, it would dirty itself immediately after, causing the labourers to waste more time repeating the same work.

Moreover, the majority of the time, a Mewcat remained bloodthirsty towards everyone other than its owner. So, it was troublesome to take care of them.

Conversely, it became an easy money-making scheme for Inala and Wittral, allowing them to make a reputation within the day.

"Use your abilities conservatively. Try to hide them within tools and such." Inala offered a word of advice, "Make everything think you're able to do what you're capable of only through Spirit Weapons."

"I know that, obviously." Wittral waved his hand casually and made his way to the Labour Association, "I began applying everything you said from the very beginning."

Seeing a bunch of useless items meant to be Spirit Weapons in his pockets, Inala knew that Wittral listened to everything he said, despite complaining. He followed Wittral into the Labour Association, listening in on the conversations to form a subtle smile, 'It's working as intended.'

'Our reputation is increasing rapidly. It's just a matter of time then.'

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