The Primal Hunter

As the timer ticked down, he assessed the situation. He knew what to do about the snake platforms, and as he had been given a dagger, he assumed it would have something to do with deactivating either the winged serpent or the wyvern symbols.

If his whole evolution theory was correct, he likely had to do something with the winged serpent symbol. The picture was the same as in the room prior, depicting a winged serpent flying over humanoids and animals, who all submitted before the beast.

If he had to feed the mushroom-eating snake mushrooms, did he have to feed the winged serpent too? It seemed probable. There was just one tiny issue. The only other thing than itself in the picture was other living things. And he was the only human or animal present; he didn’t like where his logic was going.

But he would have to figure something out. The knife was clearly there to cut something, and the only things he had to cut were stones, mushrooms, and himself. And as much as he would like to go on a rampage slicing and dicing mushrooms, he was pretty sure what to cut. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

He lifted the knife and made a small cut in the palm of his hand. Because that’s what you’re supposed to do, right?

He hissed in pain as it started bleeding. Standing at the edge of the platform, he threw out a few drops of blood, luckily hitting one of the symbols with a winged serpent on. When the blood touched it, the blue light disappeared, just like it had when he fed the small snake mushrooms.

Smiling to himself, he nodded at his brilliance. Not that hard. He started looking for the pattern he would have to jump as he wrapped up his hand in the cloth of his robe. This room’s path was a bit longer than the last one, but it should be manageable. Alright so first there… then there…

The seconds ticked by as he mapped out the route in his mind. But he soon noticed an issue. Not with his intended path, but his hand. It hadn’t stopped bleeding; in fact, it felt like it was getting worse.

“Fuck me,” he cursed out loud as he’d just put himself on an even tighter timer.

He quickly went for the pattern he had decided on and started throwing mushrooms and blood all around him as he leaped on the first platform. It made his bleeding hand hurt as it was unwrapped from his cloak, but quite frankly, he wasn’t sure it could get any worse.

As he got a bit over halfway, he started feeling dizzy and nearly stumbled. The blood was coming out at a frightening speed, and his attempts to put pressure on the wound didn’t do jack shit.

He kept pushing forward as his hand began to feel cold, a coldness that soon spread up his arm. A sense of weakness began to overtake his entire body as he finally made it to the last platform and, with a half-hearted leap, tried to jump into the next hallway.

His half-heartedness resulting in him not getting all the way, hitting the ledge hard. He managed to hang on with his barely functional arms, but his feet ended up barely touching the water.

The moment they made contact, he felt a stinging pain. He hauled himself up with a rush of adrenaline, but as he tried to stand up, he heard a weird sound like someone was squashing rotten fruit.

Falling on the ground, the feelings of pain and dizziness were overpowering. He looked behind him and saw the fate of his feet. Both were rotting stumps as blackness spread up his legs, already up to his thighs.

He tried crawling forward, but his knees gave in as even the bone was rotten. He was so close to being all the way into the hallway.

With desperation, he used his hands to claw himself forward. His entire body was cold, but the debilitating pain from his legs made him focus. Even then, his vision started to blur as he kept crawling. Vision in his left eye suddenly gave out, followed by the right eye as he was blinded. The rot had spread to his lower body by now, already reaching the navel.

His mind was blank, yet he kept clawing at the ground, moving him forward inch by inch. It wasn’t even clear if you could call him conscious any longer. His instinct to survive was the only thing still hanging on. The rot had already reached parts of his lungs, and breathing became impossible. Soon it would reach his heart, and no matter how powerful his instinct to survive, that would be the end.

As death was mere moments away, he crawled the last few centimeters, fully entering the hallway.

Challenger fully restored. Challenge continuing.

Make it to the other side of the hall: 2/3

Time remaining: 14:59

Jake opened his eyes with a jolt as all feeling returned to his body. He was already standing up before he could process what had happened. His body was healed, the knife-wound and rot all gone, and even his clothes restored.

His heart was still pumping fast, and his entire body stiff. It took him around a minute before he finally calmed down, fully realizing what had just happened. Realizing that he was no longer in danger.

time since he entered the tutorial, he

fighting; he enjoyed dancing between life and death, dodging fatal

fighting a strong opponent, even if

accept such a fate. He wanted to die fighting, not lying on the ground helplessly, slowly

the fuck’s up with this shitty dungeon? Aren't dungeons supposed to be loot-filled caves with strong enemies and cool bosses? Not just a bunch of sucky halls with even suckier traps. Was this one of those puzzle-dungeons nobody likes in videogames? Could you even call this shithole

shifted his attention back to the present. He had lived, he was alive, and he wasn’t going to die in this fucking place. With newfound resolve, he proceeded into the final

had been placed in the hallway with him. He had dropped it during the

beginning. Also, to not be a freaking moron and

pedestal with the dagger and the pattern of symbols, nothing had changed. But as he looked at the design of the platforms,

could take the entire trip while only stepping on a single type. Did this mean

throw a mushroom on the snake platform, and it indeed did turn off for 10 seconds just like all the

consisted of the wyvern symbols. The wyvern was sitting on a mountaintop, roaring towards the sky. There was

feed something, give them what they wanted. But what did this wyvern want? There were only two objects on the

at the sky? But that led to the question… why it was just sitting on

wyvern looked… hesitant. He wasn’t sure if ‘afraid’ would be a better word, but something

the wyvern truly needed was courage.

every other platform but the ones with wyverns on turned off. Jake instinctively knew he could move

Without hesitation, he sprinted towards the still glowing platforms with the blue symbols of the wyvern. He leaped unto the

stop for even half a second as he jumped onto the next platform with a wyvern on. Through his sphere, he felt the platform behind him be consumed by a torrent of the

to another until he reached

platforms crumble to dust. He turned to the doorway and proceeded out of the hall, leaving the entire room behind him in

Challenge: Make it to the other side of the hall by using the platforms. The time Limit per

it to the other side of

Challenge passed!

Show the courage to do what’s necessary. Hidden bonus room

Restored. All skills are

his stats returned. It only lasted a few moments as everything returned to normal. He

to the same strength he had around… shit, only

the easy path. If his guess was correct, then the previous room was

at least I would have died on my own terms if

yet another hall. This one was far bigger, though, so that’s something. There were no pillars like

he could finally see the whole carving. It clearly told a story. As he stared, the images began to move as he felt his consciousness be sucked into it. The moving pictures displayed the same snake from

continued for a few moments as the snake consumed mushroom after mushroom. The same tiny snake soon began fighting giant beasts, but they were all left half-rotten in its wake. The little snake slowly grew in size, before it

it. At other times, humanoid beings of different shapes were shown kneeling before the great serpent

that came in its path, with the humanoids

bird-like creature. The snake won and once more soared into the sky as it grew larger and larger

bird it had killed earlier was consumed by a mist of poison that surrounded the scaled beast. It had no rival and slaughtered everything it came across; not even its humanoid followers were spared

towards the sky. The mural then displayed the passage of time, as the wyvern

soared towards the heavens. The sky was

mural’s final part was the once small snake emerging from the exploding planet, now no longer a wyvern, but a dragon. It soared upwards into the

Jake stood in front of the mural for quite a while, just staring at it. It had shown the small mushroom-loving snake’s complete evolutionary path, from a tiny creature to a

marveled at the beautiful carving, where the scene was frozen on

the