The Primal Hunter

Private tutors since he could barely walk, expensive private schools, and a support system surrounding him made up of the best money could buy. Graduated top of his class, got into the best university, and once more proved himself excellent, being at the top once more.

He had been in the papers, praised by everyone. But he had always tried not to let it get to his head. His father had been the “treat the janitor like the CEO”-type of person. His old man had even refused to hire him at his own company, telling him he had to go his own way.

Connections certainly had helped to begin with, but as he made his way into the corporate world, he once more excelled. At first, perhaps he was chosen because he was his father’s son, but now Jacob was selected because he was the best man for the job. A mark of honor for him.

But this… this shitty place wasn’t one where he excelled. This god-forsaken shithole called a tutorial wasn’t anything he had ever trained for or even dreamed of.

And yet he had tried his best. He had tried to make sure they all survived, and all returned home. But he had failed time and time again. His colleagues died one by one, and he was powerless to help them. His hands shivered whenever he held a sword, and his mind went blank when a beast came at him. He felt useless.

Even where he was supposed to be skilled, he failed. He couldn’t even help Jake, accidentally leading him into a trap and nearly getting him killed. His relationship with Caroline had soured after that. She had changed, perhaps in her own desperation. Jacob believed he could have still helped her, fixed their relationship, and gotten her back on the right path. Maybe it was a naive hope, but Jacob wanted to at least try.

Could… because even that he had fucked up. Not even something as basic as not parting without regret was possible for him. He had ignored Caroline when she left with Richard to attack the remnants of Hayden’s camp. His last words had been “leave me alone,” for fuck’s sake.

Yet he tried again. Even after being broken, again and again, he got up. The tutorial counter was clear. Everyone was dead.

After they saw the number drop dramatically, the entire base had gathered. When the killing finally stopped, Jacob had done a headcount… and found every single person still living present, besides two.

Jacob had left together with Bertram to investigate what the hell had happened. What they found was pure mayhem. Corpses and shattered armor were strewn across a big area. They had called out for survivors, but silence had been their only answer.

They didn’t have any healing potions or healers left… so even if they found someone, it was unsure if they could save the person. They hadn’t stayed for long as Jacob had seen something that made him send Bertram back alone. Jacob stayed a while longer, contemplating what to do before he also returned.

Which led to the current situation. Jacob had done what he could to try and keep things running. But the situation was terrible. Everyone had lost friends or family in the battle, many even showing clear signs of having given up.

But he managed to keep them going. The two enigmatic survivors were a great boon there. No one knew who they were… which meant they could be anyone. Just that small shred of hope kept many going, and Jacob himself hoped that it was enough to ride out the rest of the tutorial. By then, hopefully, they could reunite with the rest of the world.

Jacob also hoped to return to the real world alive. He would fight, and he would survive.

But… Jacob knew who the two survivors were. He knew it was a false hope, but it was all he could offer them. On the battlefield, he had sent Bertram back because he spotted someone. It looked like a burnt corpse, but Jacob felt like he saw faint movement.

It was William. He was barely recognizable, but Jacob knew it was him. Jacob wasn’t stupid and quickly put together everything that had happened, especially when he saw Caroline’s metalized corpse.

William had killed them all.

And there he was. Unconscious and defenseless before him. With the starter-sword at his waist, he could kill him. Perhaps he should kill him.

Yet he turned and left.

Even after everything he had done… Jacob didn’t wish to see him dead. Not because Jacob necessarily believed that William could be ‘saved’ or anything stupid like that. Jacob just didn’t want to kill anyone.

Sitting down in the middle of the battlefield, he stared up into the sky. He truly hated this place, yet he refused to let it break him. Everyone was losing hope by the day, but Jacob felt responsible for keeping it alive.

Perhaps William would wake up before the tutorial was over… no, he would most certainly wake up and come to kill them all. If that is fate… then let it be so.

He had been stuck at level 24 for a long time in his class. A very long time compared to everyone else. The prompt had never appeared for him like everyone else. As the only person in the entire tutorial that he knew of, the evolution eluded him.

*Class Evolution available*

of all times. He hadn’t killed anything… he had just been sitting

the system humor him, he accepted the evolution. But compared to what he expected, he wasn’t met with a selection of classes. Many had reported having at least two, with

to all. The Augur of Hope is a support class focused entirely on guiding and leading others. Your creed is not to fight; your fate to have others realize their destiny. How

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invited you to

invited you to

Maker has invited you

you to

has invited you to his realm.

you to

invited you to his realm.

you to their

you to

has invited you to their realm.

…

Hundreds, no now it was thousands of ‘invitations’ appeared before him. Every single invitation was not as simple as a

intent within. A faint

feeling of them… but he knew that he would pick the first one. An action, which immediately made his vision turn

before him as he felt solid ground beneath his feet. With a startle, he looked around as his vision slowly returned to normal. He knew he had gotten many system messages before obtaining the class but didn’t feel like now was the

it great was an understatement. This place was beyond massive. He couldn’t even see either end as he saw pillars shoot into the sky all around him, each larger than the most prominent building he had ever seen. There wasn’t even a ceiling, but a layer of clouds which the

he suddenly

beautiful, is it

registered as he stood there dumbstruck. He couldn’t ‘see’ her per-se, yet he knew that he stared at perfection. A feeling of reverence welled up in his chest that

to compose himself as

woman waved her hand as a couch, and a table appeared before him. The table even had what seemed like newly-brewed tea just sitting there in a

a seat, Jacob,” she said as

down on the couch. The woman herself sat on a chair on the other side of the table as she picked up

finally asked, after taking a

for accepting my invitation,” she answered as she added. “As for why

being invited here? I didn’t hear about this

woman laughed as she nevertheless answered them. “You initially caught my eye due to your affiliation with the Savant, which only got amplified with your connection to the Viper’s Chosen. A Hunter, it would seem. As for why you are here… far from everyone has anything special happen during a class evolution, so it is normal for others not to speak of it. But know that you are

and one able to bring more light into the people’s hearts. Your class now is perfect for just that. As you no doubt know, any god would gladly invite an Augur into their

sort? Did he even have a choice? Was this entire thing happening a good or a bad thing? But

the Hunter and the

Viper. I can no longer see precisely who he is, no doubt

he was alive. Though Jacob had kind of expected that, to begin with.

what was this about “rousing the Viper”? Did he do something? Was this the reason why he became

you say that

dawn of the system itself. After a tragic event, he secluded himself from the rest of the multiverse for many eras… but after your

a bad thing that this Viper has

will tell,” she answered with a smile. “I hope it will bring good with it. On a personal note, I am happy to see him no longer mope around

didn’t get half of what was

me coming here a

on what you do with being here. But if you had to put it in a box, I would call