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

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

One-Handed Weapon (Inferior], [Basic Stealth (Inferior)], [Advanced Archery (Common)], [Archers Eye (Common)], [Powershot (Uncommon)], [Basic Twin Fang Style (Uncommon)], [Basic Shadow Vault of

Flame (Common)], [Toxicology (Uncommon)], [Cultivate Toxin (Uncommon)], [Malefic Viper’s Poison (Rare)], [Palate of the Malefic Viper (Rare)], [Touch of the

Blessing of the Malefic

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

Primal Hunter (Bloodline Ability -

that his physical stats were no

of mana had seen vast improvements

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 much

this. The aura Jake felt from the man reminded him more of stamina

But if it were anything like his Alchemical Flame or just general mixing skills from his

at 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 a lot of energy. If it were instead

getting something like the warrior had used. Especially if he could get one that used mana,

for later. For now, Jake was too tired to

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 would-be assassins or

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,

nature of his job, 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

new goal, every skill or evolution a huge milestone. He never really had an existential crisis before the system; he just worked and spent his

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 the best of the time

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

gave new meaning to everything. Every level-up, not just some temporary benefit like some extra money in your bank account but a permanent upgrade to who you are. An advantage that could potentially stay with you

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

of the tutorial and had had little time to think in general. Always focusing on something. But now, in his lucid dream, he

got out of here. But he also realized 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 not

and simply became 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 or severed

even the dream faded away, or perhaps he simply became unaware

was at this moment. Wandering back and forth in her chambers, lost as

with her great Patron had 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,

prepare for the great assembly. All of the different hall branches would send their important members to the headquarter, and

the Hall Master was instead wrought with worry. Disregarding her fears of disappointing the Malefic Viper and the

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 after all,

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

with

sure Snappy,” the

a friend? Friendship indicated a certain degree

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