The Primal Hunter

Jacob felt a bit of excitement for the first time in quite a while reading his notifications. He had barely opened any of the system menus for weeks, and when he did, he only did so to either check the tutorial panel or his stamina. But now things had changed, as he had perhaps finally found a path for himself in this new world.

With the blessing, a title apparently also came. The only other title Jacob had besides the one they all started with. He had honestly kind of forgotten the existence of titles before that moment.

[Holder of a Primordial's Greater Blessing] – Obtain the Greater blessing of a Primordial. In the vast multiverse, many gods exist, many pantheons rule, but the Primordial are few. To be blessed by a Primordial personally is a rarity, so bear it with pride. Grants the skill: [Lighthouse of the Holy Mother (Epic)]. +5 all stats, +5% to wisdom, willpower, and vitality.

Another massive gain and another stat-increasing effect. They were even the same stats Jacob got a lot of from his class. As for the skill it granted, he wasn't too sure.

[Lighthouse of the Holy Mother (Epic)] – A beacon amidst a sea of confusion. A light for all to follow in order to find safe shore once more. Allows you to take in emotions from those around you more easily, understanding their most profound inner desires. Passively makes you appear more trustworthy to those who have faith in you. The effect of Lighthouse of the Holy Mother is based on wisdom and willpower, respectively.

It sounded downright creepy - the perfect superweapon of any stalker. But from the perspective of a leader, it was invaluable. Morale and happy employees were the cornerstone of a highly efficient company, especially one focused on knowledge rather than physical labor.

Being able to convince others easier was also very helpful. It just rubbed Jacob the wrong way to imagine him quite literally mind-manipulating others into it. At least the skill appeared only to reinforce the trust others already had in him...

After the meeting, he had naturally also gotten the level… as well as a whole bunch of lost skills.

*' DING!' Class: [Augur of Hope] has reached level 25 - Stat points allocated, +8 free points*

*Skill lost*: [Strike (Common)]

*Skill lost*: Basic One-Handed Weapon (Inferior)

*Skill Lost*: Basic Two-Handed weapon (Inferior)

*Skill Lost*: Basic Sword & Shield (Inferior)

*Skill Lost*: Basic Throwing Weapons (Inferior)

*Skill Lost*: Balanced Approach (Common)

*Skill Lost*: Basic Blocking (Inferior)

He had lost all of his skills but two. One called Amplify Voice, which did exactly what it sounds like. The other one was Motivating Presence, his only uncommon-skill before the events that had just transpired. It was a skill that reduced stamina expenditure for all allies around him.

But of course, he had also gained several skills. four to be exact - the first one a mana-affinity skill, something he had heard about before.

bringing them comfort and strength, but also burn your enemies, along with a

meaning Jacob had skipped a tier when getting it. When he tapped into his mind, he could vaguely feel small wisps of knowledge on how to use the light element. However, as he had no idea how to use mana and had no skills to use the affinity with, it didn't do

skill was also a bit

guides. Allows the user to more easily influence the Records and thus future paths of others.

what all that influencing Records thing was about. No, what he cared about what the second to last part. Grant experience.

flow. Allows the Augur of Hope to peer into the rivers of fate and destiny to interpret the omens found within. The time between each available

feeling it was far more complicated than that. And the knowledge that came with the skill didn't help him much either. It just allowed him to know

skill… was just downright weird

Light remains. The Augur of Hope cares when the light goes out, even when a moment is all that we are. So his light shall remain alit to further guide the lost and the fallen. The lights that have

never even heard of before. He remembered Richard boasting about getting an epic-skill, making others green with envy. But now he had obtained a legendary skill… one he

it too. It was like that with all his other skills. But with this… he came up blank. It seemed to do nothing, and he had no idea how to activate it. Was the skill passive, maybe?

if he couldn't figure out, he had

could live with the

had finally found a new area where he could excel once

off. But the man didn't

that had left one of its claws hanging limp. The blood was oozing out of every wound, and the sword was most certainly

stopped moving, as

have slain [Alpha Venomfang Badger – lvl 77] – Bonus experience earned for killing an enemy above your level.

Hunter] has reached level 44 - Stat points allocated, +4

DING!' Race: [Human (E)] has reached level

unto his back, a smile hanging on his lips. Not caring at all about the blood he had landed

than half a day had been spent in this cavern since he entered. All the five

gone through the cycle of preparing for battle, fighting a big-ass badger, doing alchemy, and meditating before rinsing and repeating. The common-rarity hemotoxic poison was still underway, but he was getting close. Really close. He had even managed to get another level

his class, nearly getting one per Alpha. The second to last was the only one that hadn't awarded one. He didn't know if it was natural to get that

was great. Before, he sometimes had issues when he ran away if the beast briefly exited his sphere, but now he

was more peculiar. Whenever he hit a beast, dealing damage to it, what felt like a wave or maybe a small wisp of energy

allowing the toxins to drain more lifeforce than before. He had yet to try it properly with a potent dose of necrotic poison,

other words, the skill dealt damage directly to

that didn't award him a level. His Infused

beast's brain. The damage released from the Mark was insane, looking like a wave of energy washing over the creature. He said' looking', but he was the only one who could notice the effect from

said it 'covertly' applied it, and luckily that had turned out to be very much true. None of the badgers had shown the slightest reaction when he used the skill on them, merely

Den Mother and himself. He didn't know if he could defeat the beast. He had a feeling he maybe could, even without making the new poison. But he had already made the plan, so he decided

period of restoration. He had rushed the fight with the final badger quite a bit, not bothering to fully reconjure all his arrows, which was

looked like the poorest homeless person around. The other survivors had banded together, meaning