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.

34 / Stalwart Bulwark - lvl 41

that one fight. But then again,

his first friend, Hermann Schmidt, and now he could

body idle, he only had his own mind to keep him company. William had, for the first time, felt anger

and whatever else he got. He enjoyed the benefits from the kills,

acutely aware of it. But unlike an average person, William viewed it as only another tool. He

been infected with the curse

write them off. Herrmann had made armor far stronger than he

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

had come over him. He felt close to what he did before entering the tutorial once more. Through the

his prior definition

would have 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

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

by those he believed to be his allies, which had ultimately contributed to his death. A fate William

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

the tutorial. A rounded up number, he was sure. He was the leader of only one survivor, and that was himself - a fact he had no

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

towards the base. He hoped they had not scattered to the winds at the loss of Richard but

the open gate. He feared for a moment that the survivors had left, but just as he entered, he spotted two people sitting just inside. Jacob and that

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

hello there, Jacob,” William answered, returning the man’s

alright. You looked terrible the last

meant it was during the first days when he was still blacked out. But if that was true… why hadn’t he killed him? The man

[Human – lvl 37]

lifted his guard instantly. He also identified the warrior, with

[Human – lvl 26]

What had the otherwise utterly useless

you went to the battlefield?” William asked, the mana in his body churning, ready to

And from the looks of it, you have succeeded in doing so,” Jacob answered, still smiling at the young man

the actual fuck is wrong with this guy? William questioned. He knew Jacob was many things, but stupid was not at the top of that list. Naïve, idealistic, passive, a pushover, all of those were on the list. But not stupid. He must know that William was the instigator of

lot about desires for the last week, which

the hell do you

You have clearly chosen your path already, and my wants won’t change your actions. You have come here

sit there and die, or what? While I kill you and everyone else here?” William asked, clearly annoyed. An annoyance that only got worse as the warrior didn’t even react at

not change the outcome. This is how it is meant to be. We can only hope

Without warning, a colossal sawblade was fired out from his hand, hitting the warrior. To which the warrior just tilted his neck upwards, displaying only a faint smile as the sawblade cut his head off. But before the severed head even hit the ground,

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

this was not a fight they could ever win, not that he had ever had the intention to fight. Even with all the survivors in the camp,

He felt like he was just doing precisely what the fucker in front of him expected from beginning to end.

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

the tutorial panel with his mind and widened his eye