The Primal Hunter

Chapter 50

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 a Primordial’s True Blessing], [Dungeoneer

Eye (Common)], [Powershot

Potion (Common)], [Concoct Poison (Common)], [Alchemist’s Purification (Common)], [Alchemical Flame (Common)], [Toxicology (Uncommon)], [Cultivate Toxin (Uncommon)], [Malefic Viper’s Poison (Rare)], [Palate

the Malefic

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

Primal

that his

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

and the occasional levitation work. Of course, this was outside of alchemy. But he knew

more of stamina than mana. Yet the effect it had achieved was roughly the

skill had to be the driving force behind it. But if it were anything like his Alchemical Flame or

was draining a hell of

get a bit giddy at the thought of getting something like the warrior had used. Especially if he could get

that was for later. For now, Jake

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,

all he had, really. The dream felt oddly lucid

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 was to be a professional athlete in archery before that

every skill or evolution a huge milestone. He never really had an existential

life would go. Be born, get educated, work,

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

account but a permanent upgrade to

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

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,

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

a spectator to the imaginations of his own mind. He dreamt of events he had gone to, the bonds he had made but was also reminded of the bonds he had lost

the dream faded away, or

Master had never been as panicked as she was at this moment. Wandering back and forth in her chambers, lost as

Malefic Viper had not been as she believed he

now she had to prepare 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.

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

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

had one colossal headache, however. One relating to a particular mortal the Viper had

with a

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

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

explain more. Who is this mortal to be deemed worthy for you to refer to him as a friend?” The Lord Protector asked, clearly skeptical of the 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 mortals that could ever truly do so were the strongest

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