The Primal Hunter
Chapter 29
He ran through the woods, feeling the wind whisk by as he made his desperate escape. This entire situation was so fucked up. He had gone out hunting with his regular crew like any other day the last two weeks. While that guy Richard and his camp had been causing trouble for them, it didn’t normally disrupt his particular party’s daily routine.
Their leader, some ex-military guy named Hayden, had told them to avoid hunting in the area in between their two factions. An order everyone gladly followed as no one wanted to risk fighting other humans. While fighting beasts was dangerous, other humans were just a whole different kind of danger.
Yet they had still been attacked. And not by a group, but a single person. No, a goddamn monster. He had appeared out of nowhere, not said a word, and just started killing. Daggers were flying everywhere, and what seemed like a giant freaking sawblade that cut their heavy warrior in two: shield and all.
It was mayhem with blood and body parts flying everywhere. Luckily, he had been scouting ahead, being an archer and all. With zero hesitation, he had taken off after he saw half their group die. Yet it was for naught.
A dagger hit his leg as he stumbled, followed by another, and then another. His legs got utterly destroyed as he screamed out and tried to crawl away.
“Damn, you’re fast.”
He heard a casual voice behind him as he turned to stare at the monster that had been chasing him - a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes staring back.
“Dude, come on, you didn’t have to bolt off like that. Do you know how much mana I wasted? Ah, forget it, just give me some good info, and I promise to let you go,” the teenager said as he walked closer, a big sinister smile on his face. The archer’s eyes, however, glued to the small red bottle in his hand. A health potion.
The archer finally saw just the tiniest glimmer of hope as he bit through the pain from his mutilated legs. He started explaining everything he thought could be of the slightest interest. Even seemingly unnecessary side notes and comments. It was a torrent of information as the archer just hoped that the monster would decide to spare him.
After a while, as he kept desperately throwing out words, the teenager finally raised his hand, motioning for him to stop.
“Well, I guess there was some useful stuff in all that senseless yapping,” the blonde teenager said as he shrugged.
“I told you everything, please just ask me about anything. I promise I will tell you whatever you want,” the archer pleaded, hoping to prove himself useful enough.
“Oh, it is quite alright. I think I got everything worthwhile.”
The archer breathed out a sigh of relief as the slaughterer started to walk away from him. But just as he got his hopes up, another dagger flew out from underneath the teenager’s cloak and hit the archer straight in the chest, penetrating all the way to the handle.
The archer coughed up blood as he stammered: “Y… ou…”
“Oh yeah, I lied. Sorry mate, pretty gullible to believe I was gonna leave perfectly fine experience and tutorial points alone.”
The archer only heard the first part before he passed away.
The teenager, William, walked away from the corpse without looking back. Leaving the dagger in the man’s chest. He wanted them to know the killer was human, after all.
William was slightly disappointed in the levels of this group. Only a few of them had their class evolutions, which led to a rather dull fight. More importantly, it also meant less experience and tutorial points.
Not that he had expected much, just more than that. At least the tutorial points were worth his time. Not that he knew what they could be used for yet. He just liked to see the number go up. He especially liked to compare how many points he had to those killed - an objective measurement of how superior he was to all of them.
For William, who was already level 32 in his class, killing a bunch of humans barely gave any experience. Still, it gave more tutorial points than killing several beasts at, or above, his own level. After level 10, one had to kill around 10 or so beast at your own level, while above level 25, you had to kill even more. Coupled with beasts over level 25 getting a lot stronger, it only made human-hunting even more worth it. The notifications did say he got extra experience from killing anything above his race level, but it honestly felt negligible.
did admit that humans were far more dangerous in a straight fight, but they were also far more easily exploited. Their intelligence was both
he had done held the same concept as how
roughly similar power and numbers. Around half of the remaining survivors were in those two camps combined, and more joined by the day, which was
The forest was big, the beasts plentiful, and humans customarily grouped together. Having two
in the works by wiping out one of Richard’s squads, staging the battlefield beautifully to replicate what a big fight between
once more spread a few small rumors that the other faction had been behind it, putting on his naïve teenager act, easily convincing some of the middle-aged
talks had not broken down immediately, so William wiped out a group from the other faction
often avoided each other, they
method for entering the tutorial, ended up meaning that many had lost friends or family to the war. William didn’t even have
as no survivors remained in the party, everyone simply assumed the other camp to be behind
digits, but most were
still officially a member of Richard’s faction, and he had even taken credit for a few kills, of course acting all shaken up and disturbed by having
hadn’t been particularly good at the first time he killed, but he was nothing if not
He remembered one of the archers who were good at traps had acted like the world was ending
the Romans do, and when among idiots, act like an idiot. Richard at least took killing people rather calmly, but then again, from what William knew, the
time to cash in. For now, however, the man still had work to do, acting as an excellent little shepherd gathering
man, especially not if he was with his entire squad. Everyone in that squad had their class upgrades, and William knew precisely how much of a boost that gave
had evolved his class to become a [Metal Savant], which was a massive boost to pretty much everything. His existing skills got stronger, his control improved massively, and he even gained a few
of mana, which he mainly practiced by conjuring daggers. Which meant he didn’t have to carry around a bunch of them all the time. Though he still always had a couple on him, as
make just a single dagger, so he had to conjure what he needed before the fight. Of course, this was outside of other skills creating metallic objects such as the shield he could
metal, the mana cost dependent on the quality and quantity of what he made, with the skill also able to re-absorb conjured
he could send flying in a straight line. This was the one he had used to
methods. While he could conjure a shield and manipulate his movements by wearing
had experienced being stealth-attacked yet. The funny thing was that he could often just walk straight up to people and attack them. The idiots gullible
which by now was more a full-on base. Cabins were popping up every day, a wall of stakes slowly being built, and campfires everywhere. William had been assigned one of the cabins, which he shared with a bunch of the
important got stuff first, and William
after all. He knew the teenager was not weak in any way. William seriously doubted the warrior knew much about him, just that he was one of the few people able to hunt
been invited several times to important meetings. He liked going to those and just listen in. Throwing in either
answer all his inquiries but kept up the persona
what people expected of you. What they hope for you
would get suspicious. He had to be
center to figure all this out. That was until he was thrown to another center where they thought the best
never came to
mad at himself for getting thrown in the first center, to begin with. One mistake and
just him and an endless universe. In this new
a couple of hours every couple of days, but you had to. It was not exactly physical
waste of time, as mana and stamina potions were very rare at this point, with only a few remaining, all hoarded by Richard and his elite. Even William only had a few hidden, as walking around with dozens would quickly become a bit too
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