In the house of a man who had been manufacturing alcohol were four individuals-Pierra, Stampark, Yamahara, and Kvirala.

Arriving at the kitchen where the manufacturing apparatus had been placed, Virala gathered some of the commonly available market ingredients that he had brought with him and began the process of brewing alcohol, "Now, watch me."

While the process was processing, Virala stared at Yamahara, "Now, if you can extract some of my blood."

"Alright," Yamahara touched Virala and extracted ten millilitres of his blood.

"Now, can you add this substance to it?" Virala pushed a vial towards Yamahara who poured the contents into the extracted blood. Immediately in response, a rotten egg stench wafted out from the vial, growing stronger and stronger every minute.

"Ugh!" Virala grunted soon, covering his mouth with a piece of cloth as he stopped the brewing process. "It's done."

"This is it?" Yamahara frowned, "Is this scent supposed to be your plan?"

"Let's go out to talk," Virala said and led the group to a nearby house and stared at Yamahara, "Please disperse the scent now."

"Fine," Yamahara controlled the blood in the vial and caused a portion of it to evaporate, spreading it in his surroundings.

"Smells nice!" A kid from the nearby house peeked out from the entrance and stared in their direction, "Nice perfume, uncle!"

"Thank you," Yamahara smiled casually before facing Kvirala to ask in seriousness, "What is happening?"

"It's a good scent naturally, which is what regular people will smell. However," Virala pointed at the vial in Yamahara's hands, "Anyone manufacturing alcohol will be inhaling faint particles of it during the process, which will be in their nostrils. When the particles of this scent and the ones in their nostrils react, they produce a rotten egg stench that only worsens over time."

"It can become quite unbearable if they were to inhale this stench all the time." Virala grinned, "Only those manufacturing alcohol will experience this stench. It's not a foolproof method, but what do you think?"

"Indeed, it's pretty solid." Yamahara nodded after some thought. He then stared at the vial of blood in his hand, concluding after a while, "There's no harm in trying. If someone manages to endure the stench or figures out the cause for the stench, this plan falls apart."

"Yes," Virala nodded, "They'll only have to talk with someone not involved in the brewing process to understand the cause. So this is a temporary solution at best."

'But if we implement it on a large scale, we can capture most of the culprits.' Yamahara thought as he stared at the vial, 'As long as we capture enough, we can crack down on the remaining through our investigation.'

The problem currently was that too many people knew the recipe to manufacture alcohol. So, it was hard to stop the process. But as long as they manage to jail the ones manufacturing it on a large scale, they can put a halt to the unregulated propagation of alcohol.

Once they control the commercial activity, it would just be individuals brewing alcohol for a night of fun. With some laws in place, that too can be controlled. They can also use other means to spread awareness against the consumption of alcohol.

As long as the rampant spread and sales of alcohol were stopped, they could control the issue to a great extent.

"Good work," Yamahara patted Kvirala on the shoulder, "You'll be rewarded once the operation proves to be successful."

"If I may be presumptuous, Your Majesty..." Virala hesitated for a moment before kneeling on the floor in respect, "May I be blessed with the opportunity to witness My Lord's Coronation tomorrow?"

'MunuBuntara?' Yamahara thought for a moment as he stared at Kvirala, nodding in response, "You may. Since you've contributed to the efforts significantly, I'll allow you to be part of the entourage accompanying MunuBuntara."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Virala thanked profusely and returned home for the first time in two months. His house was empty, as usual, for anything of value had been raided and kept in the possession of the Department of Internal Security.

Inspector Tallua personally disliked him and tried to pin blame on many cases on him, one of which caused him to be locked up for the past two months. His original sentence was for six months, but he had been pardoned for a day just to accompany MunuBuntara, thanks to Yamahara. 'He's a good guy, that Yamahara.'

'And naively optimistic too. It's strange to think he's that woman's son.' Virala chuckled as he left his home and entered the clothing store manned by the textile company based in the Noikatol District.

Using the line of contact established there, Virala soon managed to inform MunuBuntara, arriving at the latter's residence in the Capital City.

"Kvirala, you're here." MunuBuntara beckoned for Virala to enter the house and made him sit on a seat nearby, "Good job out there. You were praised by His Majesty."

"I just took the opportunity when I saw a chance to redeem myself." Virala bowed respectfully, "I apologise for troubling you all the time, My Lord."

"It's alright, I understand your reasoning. What you did could be considered a necessary evil." MunuBuntara waved his hand, "Even the Chief Inspector is on your side, so I'm aware you've not committed any crimes."

"I'll be accompanied by five people tomorrow." MunuBuntara said and stared at Virala, "You'll be the sixth individual. Work hard to ensure the alcohol issue is taken care of. It'll make our District look good."

"Atop the rewards from His Majesty, Yamahara, I'll also reward you accordingly," MunuBuntara said with authority.

"Yes, I'll work hard, My Lord!" Virala bowed until his forehead touched the floor.

"Stay here for the night. I don't want any delays in our preparations." MunuBuntara snapped his finger as a servant approached Virala, "He'll instruct you on the decorum you need to follow in court tomorrow. Since time is short, cooperate with him. He'll work on creating a Suit for you."

"Everyone needs to appear their best tomorrow." MunuBuntara said in all seriousness, "Our District's pride depends on it."

"Yes!" Virala saluted in response and accompanied the servant, making preparations for the

next day.

'Hah!' MunuBuntara closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, 'I'll be able to see Mother tomorrow. Hopefully, Father is also there.'

His mother was a Free Human. However, she was the woman selected to birth competent

Wean Clansmen. She stayed at a special zone in the Capital where other Free Humans similar to her stayed. After giving birth to her, she rested her body a little and immediately began preparations to birth the next Wean Clansman.

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MunuBuntara only spent a short time with his mother before he was mature enough to head

out to the Varahan Enclave, where he was trained on his duties as a Wean Clansman. And once he reached the peak of the 1-Life Stage and attained maturity, he left the Varahan Enclave and began preparations to establish the Noikatol District.

He hadn't seen his mother after that. MunuBuntara hadn't seen his father, the Boar King, Brana, even once. Typically, a Wean Clansman became properly acknowledged by their parents during their Coronation Ceremony.

So, MunuBuntara was both nervous and looked forward to the next day. In a jiffy, MunuBuntara was in a well-guarded carriage, accompanied by his entourage. His presence boomed proudly as he was wearing the suit made by Binala, giving him the grandeur of a King

already.

The Capital City, Narkn was divided into two sections. The outer section contained massive Decodus Trees serving as homes for people in power, oftentimes an entire tree being home to just a single family.

The inner section was just the Varahan Palace.

The Decodus Trees here were different from the rest. They had been planted closely until their

sides touched and merged to become a unified whole, resulting in the creation of a large wall.

Three layers of Decodus Trees had been planted concentrically, and merged to become a

singular wall.

Beyond the wall of Decodus Trees was a colossal Decodus Tree, reaching a height of three kilometres, akin to a mountain. Its radius spanned a kilometre, a ginormous natural structure. It was the Varahan Palace, one that continued to grow slowly, every day.

The speciality of the Varahan Palace was that Parute Trees grew on its leaves, dropping Parute

Fruits onto the leaves. These leaves absorbed the Parute Fruits and circulated the Prana throughout its structure.

The Varahan Palace had been modified extensively by Yarsha Zahara until it could store a Tangible Nature. It didn't have a Spirit Container, but thanks to the modifications, it was considered a body-like a Human or Pranic Beast-by Tangible Natures.

It was similar to a mortal human body-after a Free Human loses their Spirit Container. The Parute Fruits did cause Prana to course through the Varahan Palace, which made it easier for a

Tangible Nature to recognise it.

Tangible Nature-Bio-Synthesis!

This Tangible Nature had been fused into the Varahan Palace, the influence from which

simply added to its growth speed. On a grand scale, the improvement was negligible. However, this allowed the Varahan Palace to better consume the Parute Fruits, leading to its

overall development.

After all, the bigger it became, the greater the load on its structure. The Prana coursing through it allowed it to absorb suitable minerals from the ground, using them accordingly to build itself better. It had been planted on the sole node in this region, one spewing out minerals constantly like the Brimgan Empire.

The bark of the Decodus Tree forming the Varahan Palace was four times lighter than regular

Decodus Tree bark but was fourteen times stronger, having a metallic sheet. Various minerals coursed across its stem and branches, slowly but steadily changing it to endure its growing weight, constantly modifying it to adapt to its changes.

'The Varahan Palace is one of its kind!' MunuBuntara muttered as he alighted from his carriage and walked towards the Palace, accompanied by his entourage.

The group made its way to the courtroom where the overseer announced their entry aloud,

"Lord MunuBuntara from the Noikatol District! Lord MunuBuntara from the Noikatol District! Lord MunuBuntara from the Noikatol District!"

MunuBuntara stepped into the courtroom, observing rows of seats embedded on the walls

where Wean Clansmen were seated. The ones seated high up on the walls were only those crowned King or Queen.

Everyone else related to them was seated on seats arranged on the floor in the order of their

societal rank and status. Standing at the edge of the courtroom were the Royal Guard, each robustly trained.

Towards the end of the courtroom was a flight of adorned stairs, totalling a hundred. Extending above from it was a platform, over fifty metres from the floor. This platform was

situated above every single seat embedded in the walls of the courtroom, embodying the highest seat.

There, placed at the forefront was the throne for the Emperor's representative, Yamahara's

seat. Situated behind them were two more seats, meant for the Emperor and the Empress

respectively.

MunuBuntara raised his head subtly before subconsciously lowering his head. The sheer presence emanating from the top was unbearable for him.

On the left, seated on the Emperor's seat was Brangara, the strongest existence in Sumatra.

He adorned an armour forged through a combination of an Empyrean Tusk's tusk and the shell of an Empyrean Snapper, a clear picture that even Deities were nothing but prey to him.

Expert Mystic Grade Pranic Beast-Celestial Boar!

On the right, seated on the Empress's seat was Yarsha Zahara, adorning an armour that reflected different spectrums of light from every viewing angle, showcasing the Sumatra Gold used to build her Human Avatar, symbolising the pinnacle of Free Humans.

Finally, on the seat of representative was Yamahara, the living Minor Treasure responsible for

the creation of Boar Kings.

Seated on a seat embedded in the walls at the highest order was one of the Boar Kings- Brana. His expression oozed the power and arrogance that came with becoming the Boar King

as he casually trailed his eyes on MunuBuntara for an instant before closing his eyes, 'His accumulations are nowhere close enough to be elevated into a Boar King.'

"Step forward, descendant of mine." Brangara's voice resounded in authority as the

courtroom turned silent in response.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" MunuBuntara walked forward to the spot designated for him and kneeled solemnly, controlling his expression while being internally happy upon spotting his mother in the audience seat, cheering for him. 'This is my day!'

"Through your exceptional care, the region of Petrichor Savannah has firmly embraced the

Varahan Empire's rule. Both the native Pranic Beast and the Noikatol Kingdom have prospered in response, accounting for a ten times spike in population." The Varahan Emperor made a

small list before waving his hand as a crown flew over, refined using the Vara produced from

the Celestial Boar.

The general layout of the Petrichor Savannah was engraved on the crown, with a gem

embedded on its front, stating the words, 'Noikatol King!'

"Today, I pronounce you..." The Varahan Emperor's voice resounded with grandeur as the crown gently landed on MunuBuntara's head, "King of the Noikatol Kingdom,"

"MunuBuntara Noikatol!"

'It's time.' Right as the proclamation happened, Virala watched as the woollen cylinder fell

out of his pocket and spread its threads, assuming flight for an instant before it vanished. Virala closed his eyes for a moment, feeling a bolt destroy his Spirit Container Lock, causing

the full power of his Mystic Human self to course him and instantly get rid of every influence accumulated on him through the Vara Human Avatar over the years.

Virala opened his eyes and smiled, noticing a group of guests had arrived, standing on the

platform, right before Yamahara.

Violet Mystic Path-Mystic Human Virala!

Indigo Mystic Path-Royal Zinger Inala!

Blue Mystic Path-Transcendent Eater Blola!

'Hehe!' Virala chuckled as his body was instantly pulled into his main body standing on the platform, merging into the latter to enter the 2-Life Stage. The one who did that in an instant

was the last of the quartet that had arrived.

Red Mystic Path-Resha!