The Primal Hunter

Shadows danced on the cave wall as the flame flickered back and forth heating a bowl with green liquid within it, taking on a stable form. With a smile, Jake took a deep breath of the aroma as a notification appeared.

*You have successfully crafted [Stamina Potion (Inferior)] – A new kind of creation has been made. Bonus experience earned*

*’DING!’ Profession: [Prodigious Alchemist of the Malefic Viper] has reached level 45 - Stat points allocated, +5 free points*

*’DING!’ Race: [Human (E)] has reached level 34 - Stat points allocated, +5 free points*

Jake had finally managed to craft a stamina potion. It was a bit weird that he felt so much happiness from making something of inferior-rarity considering him pumping out common-rarity poisons like it was nothing. But it was still very satisfying nevertheless.

Looking at his creation, he was quite pleased.

[Stamina Potion (Inferior)] – Restores 485 stamina when consumed.

He couldn’t help but think back on the first mana potion he had crafted. It would only restore 87 mana, which was so bad. He still had the potion saved away within his spatial storage, as a memento. He somehow had managed not to consume it during his initial grind, and for sentimental reasons, he kept it around. It reminded him of how far he had come.

Putting the potion into his storage, he took out a bed instead. It was a bit paradoxical how physical exertion seemed not to affect Jake's exhaustion level, but reading about alchemy and doing alchemy seemed to tire him out so quickly.

He felt like getting some well-deserved rest and recuperate his resource and mental energy in the meanwhile.

Sitting on the lonely bed in the middle of the small cavern, he distributed his free points. He had decided to start investing in perception once more as he was beginning to feel comfortable with his level of strength and agility. Besides, he was closing in on his class evolution, which was sure to help his more combat-related stats immensely.

Opening his status screen, he nodded to himself at the progress. It wasn’t overly much, but he was slowly and surely improving. His main goal, of course, was to evolve his class as fast as possible.

Status

Name: Jake Thayne

Race: [Human (E) – lvl 34]

Class: [Archer – lvl 23]

Profession: [Prodigious Alchemist of the Malefic Viper – lvl 45]

Health Points (HP): 3182/3220

Mana Points (MP): 2587/3900

Stamina: 516/1150

Stats

Strength: 124

Agility: 145

Endurance: 115

Vitality: 322

Toughness: 166

Wisdom: 390

Intelligence: 126

Perception: 277

Willpower: 195

Free points: 0

of the New World],[Holder of a Primordial’s True Blessing], [Dungeoneer I], [Dungeon Pioneer

[Archers Eye (Common)], [Powershot (Uncommon)], [Basic Twin

(Uncommon)], [Malefic Viper’s Poison (Rare)], [Palate of the Malefic Viper (Rare)], [Touch of the Malefic Viper (Rare)],[Sense of the Malefic Viper (Rare)], [Blood of the

Blessing of the Malefic Viper (Blessing

of the Myriad Races (Unique)], [Identify (Common)], [Meditate (Common)], [Shroud of the Primordial

[Bloodline of the Primal Hunter (Bloodline

see that his physical stats were

vast improvements over the last few days, and he believed that he soon

infused his weapon to make it not break upon use, and the occasional levitation work. Of course, this was outside of alchemy. But he knew that mana could do so

more of stamina than mana. Yet the effect it had achieved was roughly the same as what Jake

course, Jake knew that a skill had to be the driving force behind it. But if it were anything like his Alchemical Flame or just general mixing

all. It was active at all times and based on how short the man could fight in top-condition, Jake guessed it was draining a hell

of getting something like the warrior had used. Especially if he could get one that used mana, finally giving him the ability to make use of his large mana

For now, Jake

challenge dungeon. While meditation did wonders, possibly even allowing one never to require sleep at all, Jake still liked sleeping. Besides, he trusted

time in a while. He dreamt of his old life before the system. His job and his family, which was pretty much all he had, really. The dream felt oddly lucid and only made Jake… sad. He couldn’t help but feel how wasted it all was, how he

didn’t really lack money. He was relatively frugal, to begin with, so he always had enough money to buy anything he ever really wanted. The only real ambition he ever had

or evolution a huge milestone. He never

would go. Be born, get educated, work, retire, die. It was

garbage. Jake could feel it even now, and the Malefic Viper's

extra money in your bank account but a permanent upgrade to who you are. An advantage that

us back to Jake's dream. Because he did have something that he wanted except seeking more challenges and more levels, he

a sudden feeling of loss. He had been alone for most of the tutorial and had had little time to think in general. Always focusing on something. But now, in his lucid dream, he didn’t have anything else

that needless worrying would do him little during his own tutorial. No… instead, he should focus on what he could do now. Get stronger and try to help his colleagues. Help his only friends...especially Jacob. He had done so much for Jake already, the least he could do was

fading away as he slipped out of his lucid state and simply became a spectator to the imaginations of his own mind. He dreamt of events he had gone to, the bonds he had

faded away, or perhaps he

never been as panicked as she was at this moment. Wandering back and forth in her

not been as she expected. Despite her endless imaginations of their encounter, the way the actual meeting went had never occurred even in her wildest dreams. The great Malefic Viper had not been as she believed he would but instead seemed too… relaxed. If not for his aura, at the risk of sounding blasphemous, she wouldn’t have

for the great assembly. All of the different hall branches would send their important members to the headquarter, and a great meeting would be held. It was

of disappointing the Malefic Viper and the Lord Protector, now she was also deathly afraid of the branch-leaders’ reaction when the Malefic Viper would

The return to glory, if you may. The Order had once in its history been

of those wonderful prospects, she still had one colossal headache, however. One relating to a particular mortal the

with a perplexed look on

a buddy - a mate. You would like him for sure Snappy,” the Malefic Viper said with a smile as he

Hall Master had been dumbfounded. What did the Patron mean by a friend? Friendship indicated

sentiment. The Hall Master could only agree that