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

[Bloodline Patriarch], [Forerunner of the New World],[Holder of a Primordial’s

[Basic Stealth (Inferior)], [Advanced Archery (Common)], [Archers Eye (Common)], [Powershot (Uncommon)], [Basic Twin Fang Style

(Common)], [Brew Potion (Common)], [Concoct Poison (Common)], [Alchemist’s Purification (Common)], [Alchemical Flame (Common)], [Toxicology (Uncommon)], [Cultivate Toxin (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

the Malefic Viper (Blessing -

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

[Bloodline of the Primal Hunter

to see that his physical stats were no longer

screen at all. His control of mana had seen vast improvements over the last few days, and he believed that he soon

the occasional levitation work. Of

of stamina than mana. Yet the effect it had achieved was roughly the same as what Jake guessed a mana-based

that a skill had to be the driving force behind it. But if it were anything like his Alchemical Flame or just general mixing skills from his alchemy profession, trained mana control would be

on how short the man could fight in top-condition, Jake guessed it was draining a hell of a lot of energy. If it were instead Jake, he would have been able

hard not to get a bit giddy at the thought of getting something like the warrior had used. Especially if he could get one that used mana,

was for later. For now, Jake was

on the bed as he rested - his first real sleep since exiting the challenge dungeon. While meditation did wonders, possibly even allowing one never to require sleep at all, Jake still liked sleeping. Besides, he trusted his instincts and danger sense to warn him of any

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 had just gone through the motions, day

begin with, so he always had enough money to buy anything he ever really wanted. The only real ambition he ever had was to be a professional athlete in archery before that

skill or evolution a huge milestone. He never really had an existential crisis before the system; he just worked

he felt something oddly compelling about the prospects of a never-ending journey. Before the system, everyone had a rough idea of how their life would go. Be born, get educated, work, retire, die. It was simple, and the focus was on how you made

with that entirely. Taking the concept of finite life and throwing it straight in the garbage. Jake could feel it even now, and the Malefic Viper's existence had proven that immortality was

bank account but a permanent upgrade to who

something that he wanted except seeking more challenges and more levels, he wanted to find his family and help certain people

had had little time to think in general. Always focusing on something. But now, in his lucid dream, he didn’t have anything else than his own

colleagues. Help his only friends...especially Jacob. He had done so much for Jake already, the

dreamt of events he had gone to, the bonds he had made but was also reminded of the bonds he

or perhaps he simply

panicked as she was at this moment. Wandering back and forth in her chambers, lost as to what her next step should

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

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

of being in a celebratory mood, the Hall Master was instead wrought with worry. Disregarding her fears 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 make

the Viper was sure to mark the start of massive changes. The return to glory, if you may. The Order had once in its history been one of the most glorious organizations of the entire multiverse

One relating to

Protector asked, with

you know… a buddy - a mate. You would like him for sure Snappy,” the Malefic Viper said with a smile as he patted the Lord Protector on

did the Patron mean by a friend? Friendship indicated a certain degree of equality between two parties. The implications of

quite ludicrous sentiment. The Hall Master could only agree that the prospect of a mortal referring to a god as a friend indeed seemed preposterous. The only