Yennda had a very simple thought process after he failed in the past. He didn't wish to become the strongest or anything. Honestly, he knew that was impossible after seeing how the rest of the reincarnates fared. He was outclassed in that department.
He then got to thinking. What were his strengths? Why exactly was he one of the reincarnates? What path should he tread upon?
As he pondered upon such questions, Yennda thought of Earth, pondering about what made humanity afraid the most there. Gun? No. Shark? No. Knife? Nada.
They were all scary in situational context, but there was one that consistently set pangs of despair in the hearts of anyone who faced it.
Your body stops functioning normally and mutates uncontrollably. Unbearable pain follows suit. And honestly, it was a death sentence. Some could be treated at an early stage, but there was no guarantee. A single cancer cell needs to survive for that shit to relapse.
Indeed, cancer was what terrified modern humanity. What else were there following that? There was one that had been the cause for wiping out large-scale human civilisations throughout history.
It had been the cause of countless mass wipeouts among humanity. A pandemic was death manifesting itself before you. What else kept humanity humble? There was the final of the triad, one depending on its uses was the greatest of boons or the most terrifying of them all.
Nuclear radiation, or radiation in general was harmful. Depending on its exposure, cells would mutate. Oftentimes, new viruses are created as a result of radiation mutation. These mutated viruses were tougher to endure than the usual ones, often creating large-scale deaths.
And obviously, radiation causes cancer…casually. Now, who was Blola? Was he a saviour? No. Did he have the strength to protect himself? No. Even if he had strength, could he protect himself? Obviously, no. He was inferior in every aspect.
Then, how was he supposed to survive? Nature had the answer to that. Become toxic! The more extreme the toxicity, the better the survival chances. That was exactly the conclusion Blola had arrived at.
Primary Nature—Fission and Fusion!
Secondary Nature—Infection!
Tertiary Nature—Mutation!
Through his Primary Nature of Fission and Fusion, Blola could consume the bodies of Pranic Beasts and absorb characteristics of their bodies into his own—Pranic Beast form.
The necessary characteristics would be fused into his transformation while the unnecessary characteristics would extricate themselves from his body as fission beings. Basically, eerie Pranic Beasts with the most grotesque of Natures would be born out of him.
Blola wouldn't have a set identity, as his Pranic Beast form would be a chimera of sorts, mutating every time he fused the characteristics of another Pranic Beast into his own through his Primary Nature.
His Tertiary Nature of Mutation would ensure his Pranic Beast form's body remained functionally relevant and stable, despite its endless mutations.
In his transformed state, he would be a stink bug with a porcupine-like back, too poisonous to touch, not to mention the grating sounds originating from him. The body would also be damn ugly, formed with patterns, colours, indentations and protrusions worse than a fever dream.
No Pranic Beast would dare come close, not because of his strength, but because even the ugliest and nastiest of Pranic Beasts would feel nauseously averse to approaching him.
And finally, there was his Secondary Nature of Infection. Anyone who touches or consumes his blood or body part would be infected as their bodies would mutate. Spores, warts, pus, etc. would form over their bodies.
If the infected region wasn't severed on time, it would gradually corrupt their Spirit Containers. Once that happens, their Prana would no longer be able to cure them, for it too would have been polluted.
This infection would be transmitted through the fission beings product of his Primary Nature and would mutate upon contact thanks to his Tertiary Nature, making him endlessly annoying to deal with.
His current strength was Iron Grade, so his Prana capacity and Lifespan increase were abysmal. But it didn't matter. Slowly, by continuing to consume more and more Pranic Beasts and mutating endlessly, Blola was confident in reaching the Silver Grade.
Even that was enough as he would be able to live for a few centuries at the very least.
He didn't have Resha's genius in terms of fighting, Orakha's street smarts to instantly capitalise on a benefit, Virala's deep-seated scheming and an endless arrogance to see through it irrespective of how brutal it got, Inala's long-term approach to strategic growth and the genius to successfully plan for it, Grehha's steady vision and growth stability.
Even Blola, upon realising he wasn't equipped to deal with the reincarnates, simply followed Resha's template from Sumatra Chronicles to grow strong. Things went awry for him, but he still adapted to the changes and made the most of his situation.
Yennda had none of that. All he had was a short-sighted personality with a toxic, unlikeable character. Hence, he invested everything in exactly that, taking his unlikability to the extreme.
Now, even his enemies would shy away from dealing with him. Rather, if they had any enmity, they would rather consider the hatred never existed, wishing to do nothing with him, for just association, even by hatred would extremely disgust them.
Nature had creatures that evolved to become absolutely disgusting to avoid predators. And to survive, Blola travelled that path, because he had resigned himself to his fate.
Everyone in the Mammoth Clan knew what he had done to Yuza. Hence, he could forget about getting a bride in this lifetime. As long as he was bound to the Transcendent Eater, he couldn't escape from the Mammoth Clan. He couldn't even leave them to start a new life.
Therefore, he would embrace his loneliness. That was his reality.
"Fucking retard!" Blola cursed in response upon hearing Yennda's explanation, "What's the use in living a life like that?"
"I'll live, no matter what." Yennda joined his hands in prayer, "Whether or not the Mammoth Clan survives, I'll live."
"Even the Boar King wouldn't want to touch me."
"Such a life is worse than death." Blola scolded, "Even I wanted to originally hole myself in an Empire and have a fun life. You know, party around with women, flex my wealth, slap the cheeks of arrogant scions, the usual stuff. I desire that. But you…are you insane?"
"I'm pretty sane," Yennda stared up and gazed into Blola's eyes, "Tell me, Blola. What will I have fun with here?"
"Can't you start a family? It's a rewarding effort and would wholeheartedly fill you with warmth." Blola said, "It might seem hypocritical to hear it from me, but raising a family fills one with joy."
"I had a family back on Earth," Yennda said, his eyes lacking any glint, "When I was in university, a woman proposed to me. She was actually smitten with me. But once we started a family and she got to gradually understand my character in detail, she lost interest. This happened in four years."
"You see?" Yennda laughed self-deprecatingly, "A woman that was obsessed with me started to treat me like air. She gaslighted me into a series of alcohol intoxication and eventually, she kicked me out of my home."
"After our divorce, she got custody of both my house and kids. I was forced to live in a single-room rental from paycheck to paycheck, with most of my money going to her as alimony." Yennda cursed, "I'm fed up with a family. No matter how much a woman loves me, I know she'll come to hate me in a matter of years. In this world, with longer lives, that's the most depressing shit I can become part of."
"If family isn't for you, then go on an adventure or something." Blola said, "Exploration is a man's romance!"
"Romance my nasty ass!" Yennda cursed, "This is Sumatra. I'm dead by the time I go a couple hundred kilometres from the Clan."
"You think I kept dying nonstop all along because I was bored?"