The Primal Hunter

His entire body ached with pain. Pain, unlike any he had ever felt before.

But he could only smile at the sensation because pain meant that he was still alive.

When he had regained consciousness, he didn’t know. But he did know that it had been several days since he had nearly fallen. His entire body cooked inside his armor, his skin cauterized, the blood in his veins boiling, and his eyes popping out from the heat.

But despite all that, he had lived. Held on to his last sliver of health. He should have died; he knew that. But hadn’t because death was not his destiny. He was chosen, so his body refused to die, and slowly, he started to heal.

His entire body healed at once, meaning that all parts healed at a nearly equal pace. It only took a few days before his limbs started returning to peak condition, but his internal organs had still taken a long time to return to a functional state.

And today, for the first time, his sight returned. He could always see through the breastplate still on him, but now he could finally observe the world through his own eyes. Today, he was finally ready to make himself known once more.

The ash on him scattered as he moved his body. His skin revealed below, healthier than ever. His mind, sharper than before. William felt reborn like a phoenix experiencing nirvana. Reforged in both body and mind.

Looking around, he saw the now already half-eaten corpses of the ones he had slaughtered. He saw the dead rodents that had dared to think him just another cadaver to consume.

He had absorbed the armor and weapons of the fallen. He had regained his mana and was now far more potent than before. His skill to absorb metals had even upgraded in rarity, now allowing him to absorb even enchanted metals.

With his mind, he extended his armor to cover his entire body once more, only leaving his face visible. As he looked around for useful items, he was disappointed to find not a single enchanted item anywhere.

It didn’t take him long to put and two and two together. The other survivors must have come to gather the loot. In the end, no matter a herbivore or a predator, humans would be forever greedy. William saw no scenario of them leaving good stuff laying around.

He was lucky they hadn’t found him. He had been entirely burned, likely being why no one had recognized him as being alive. But luck was but to be expected. For a protagonist to experience supernatural luck wasn’t out of the ordinary in the least. At least that is what William believed.

His domination of the tutorial was, however, not over. As his tutorial panel clearly showed, he had more to kill.

Tutorial Panel

Total Survivors Remaining: 49/1200

Duration: 14 days & 00:40:44

As he looked through his logs, he found an entry he had expected.

Tutorial Quest: A Leader is born

Objective: Become the sole leader of at least 90% of the other humans during the tutorial.

Current progress: 2%

Eliminate other leaders: 0/1

He had gotten it the moment he also got the notification for killing Richard - a sweet notification indeed.

- lvl 34 / Stalwart Bulwark - lvl 41 / Tyrranical

from that one fight. But then again, he

gotten revenge. He had fulfilled the final wish of his first friend, Hermann Schmidt, and

time to think and dream as he slipped in and out of consciousness. With his body idle, he only had his own mind to keep him company. William

killed, just a mild satisfaction from the levels and whatever else he got. He enjoyed the benefits from the kills, but not the act of killing itself. He did make a game out of it, but that was just to spice up

He was acutely aware of it. But unlike an average person, William viewed it as only another tool. He had seen that emotions could allow one to

So many people in this tutorial had been infected with the curse that was chaotic

Herrmann had made armor far stronger than he should have been able to make, and Casper had displayed power that even

lost himself towards the end, felt the inklings of corruption enter his mind. His thoughts turned cloudy, his

affliction that had come over him. He felt close to what he did before entering the tutorial once more. Through the many dreams that came to him, he felt

his prior definition of

never upgraded a skill like that without the massive stimuli from the near-death experience coupled with his raging emotions. It was a cocktail that forced him to overcome what he currently was, drag

desires. He wanted power. At first, he did so only as an instinctual craving, but now he truly desired it. He desired to reach perfection, to become an insurmountable existence, and he would stop at nothing to realize that

by those he believed to

was why he didn’t care much for the quest. William did not see himself as a leader. Not because he believed himself

the tutorial. A rounded up number, he was sure. He was the leader of only one survivor, and that was himself - a fact he

to be. Weirdly enough, he didn’t really feel any desire to kill the man, but he knew he would have to. It was possible to force him into leading the camp into

they had not scattered to the winds at the loss of Richard but had stayed. It would be easier that way, and he would be able to get

bother to attempt a covert approach as he simply strolled through the open gate. He feared for a moment that the survivors had left,

said, being the first to open his mouth. The warrior at his

answered, returning the man’s smile. “Been a while,

up alright. You looked terrible the last time I

true… why hadn’t he

[Human – lvl 37]

the fuck? William thought to himself as he lifted his guard instantly. He also identified the warrior, with

[Human – lvl 26]

had happened this last week. What had the otherwise utterly useless ‘manager’ done to become

asked, the mana in his body churning, ready to strike at a moment’s

You looked confused, last I saw you. Distracted. Like you had lost something, and that you had a wrong you had to make right. And from the looks of it, you have succeeded

at the top of that list. Naïve, idealistic, passive, a pushover, all of those were on the list. But

had thought a lot about desires for the last week,

hell

clearly chosen your path already, and my wants won’t change your actions. You have come here with a goal to accomplish, and my words will not dissuade

going to sit there and die, or what? While I kill you and everyone else here?” William asked, clearly annoyed. An annoyance that only got worse

no desire to die, but once again, my desires will not change the outcome. This is how it is meant to be. We can only hope to struggle against fate, and that hope is enough for me. I have altered

just tilted his neck upwards, displaying only a faint

so easily. As long as I live, he will return to my side once more after a while,” Jacob answered the question the teenager had yet to ask. He didn’t even try to hide the sadness of imagining his friend die. While death was not permanent, Bertram would

had the intention to fight. Even with all the survivors in the camp, it would only be a one-sided slaughter. They had all known, and they all joined him only a few

the others?” William asked, trying to wrest back some semblance of control of the situation. He felt like he was just doing precisely what the fucker in front of him expected from beginning to end. A feeling he

joined me earlier,” Jacob said as he summoned a lantern. Around it, many

opened the tutorial panel with his mind and widened his eye