Chapter 26: Self-Advertisements

“Come, everyone. Buy a Prana Booster!” Virala shouted as he stared at the students. “If you drink a vial, your training efficiency doubles for a day. It also has a mild effect in reinforcing your Spirit Containers. All for the price of five Parute, you can get a vial.”

“Does this work?” A student frowned as he stared at the vial.

“Of course,” Virala said and pointed at the figure of Ruvva behind the stall, “She’s the granddaughter of Granny Oyo from the 44th settlement. She can confirm it for you. The medicine I’m selling has received Granny Oyo’s approval.”

As someone affected by the Fragment Disease that had reached the Life Stage, Granny Oyo was decently famous even beyond the 44th settlement. The students didn’t know about her but once they inquired about Granny Oyo with their parents, they were able to verify Virala’s claims.

“I’ll buy one,” A student approached the stall and bought a vial. Soon, more and more began to buy. Most of them just bought one vial while those with deep pockets bought many.

With every purchase, Virala’s smile only grew deeper, ‘I’ve made a decent killing this time.’

He had prepared two hundred vials in total. That was a lot for this occasion. And judging by the speed of purchase, he judged they would be sold out in a couple of hours. ‘Then, I have enough time.’ 𝒪𝗏𝓁xt.𝗇𝓔t

He would be making 1000 Parute from this endeavour. But, Virala wasn’t focused on that. With Granny Oyo’s support, he didn’t have to worry about reaching 100 Prana.

He had two goals in this event other than to hinder the development of the regressor and the reincarnates. The first was to network with the students that would eventually become pillars of the Mammoth Clan.

As long as he makes a strong impression on them and forges bonds of friendship, they’ll support him when he makes plans openly against Resha and the others in the future. His second goal was…

“Excuse me, can you give me twenty vials?” A girl approached the stall, carrying a pouch full of Parute fruits. She had short, shoulder-length hair that waved every time she bobbed her head. The bangles on her hand jingled as she stretched her hand out.

Every bangle was a Spirit Weapon, but their only purpose here was decoration. From the way she dressed and behaved, it was apparent that she was affluent.

‘Luttrena, my primary objective. She’s here.’ Virala’s eyes shone as he calmly packed the vials and gave them to her, “Thank you for your purchase. If you want more, please contact Virala from the 44th Settlement.”

“Sure,” The girl, Luttrena coolly nodded and walked away. She seemed curious about the other stalls.

Virala calmly side-eyed her figure while continuing to sell the vials. Once they finished selling all two hundred vials, Virala patted Ruvva on the back, “Can you be a dear and return home with the money?”

He then whispered in her ears, “I’m going to interfere with the stalls of my enemies. I don’t want us to lose our hard-earned money during the chaos. It’s our first collective earning, so it’s very valuable to me.”

“Our first collective earning…” Ruvva blushed as she packed the Parute fruits and began to make her way back to their settlement.

The moment she went away, Virala walked past the stalls of the reincarnates, not even glancing at them. Before messing with them, he needed to stabilise his development route first, ‘And she’ll lead me to the cure herself.’

Upon seeing Luttrena walking away after buying a detailed portrait of herself from Inala’s stall, he calmly approached her, the smile on his face deepening.

…

“What? How much did he say it costs again?”

“400 Parute? Isn’t that ridiculous?”

“Is he mad?”

“He’s a Death Row student. Obviously, he’s desperate.”

Yennda calmed himself while on the receiving end of verbal abuse by the students. There was just one item in his stall. It was a spear. And the price of it was 400 Parute.

That was a ridiculous sum. Even children of affluent masters wouldn’t have so much money, not to mention most of the broke students that relied on the 10 Parute handed out by the academy.

As a result, when they heard the price, they couldn’t help but hurl out curses at his blatant display of greed.

“Enough!” Once he observed a large enough crowd had gathered and noticed a certain someone among them, he infused Prana into his voice and bellowed, grabbing the attention of everyone.

The spear hovered in the air as Yennda shouted with vigour, unlike his usually silent character, “What? You think just because I have the Fragment Disease means I’m mouthing my mouth off in desperation?”

“Idiots!” He snorted, saying quickly upon seeing the expression of the students morph in anger, “Yes, I’m desperate to survive! More than the lot of you that might become dinner to a Pranic Beast out of carelessness.”

“To avoid such a fate is why I desperately created this Spirit Weapon, named Roto Spear. It’s what would allow a cultivator with Fragment Disease such as myself to rise above others!” He roared, “If you don’t believe its power, just watch.”

As he infused his Prana into the Roto Spear, its shaft remained still while its tip began to rotate rapidly.

“How is it that fast?” The students exclaimed in shock.

Anyone in the Spirit Stage could use psychokinesis to control their Spirit Weapons to fight. Generally, the most potent way to raise the Spirit Weapon’s destructiveness was to give it a spin. It was why chakrams and spears were generally preferred as Spirit Weapons.

The bone spheres were just the basic Spirit Weapons meant for training. No one used them for combat after graduation.

The students had obviously trained to give a spin to a Spirit Weapon. So, they were aware of how much one could spin a Spirit Weapon in comparison to the Prana they possess. But Yennda’s Roto Spear’s tip spun at ten times the speed of what he should be capable of.

It puzzled everyone.

This was achieved by a complex network of concentric gears embedded within the spear’s shaft while solving many structural stress-strain variables. Yennda was an engineer-cum weapon geek. And when he read Sumatra Chronicles, he had conceptualised such an item to fight better in these settings. Hence, he was able to create a functional Spirit Weapon that was more potent than others.

“Ten times the rotation speed,” Yennda shouted, “Do I need to say anything else?”

“My Roto Spear is worth 400 Parute. If you have the money, it is yours.” He roared, “Even if you don’t at present, if you have enough Parute in the future, contact Yennda from the 44th Settlement. I’ll create as many Roto Spears as you need.”

Chapter end