The Primal Hunter

That day had been like any other to Jake. Alchemy, meditation, skill testing, and mana practice. Everything was tranquil until he suddenly got a weird feeling. One he quickly identified as coming from the mana in the air itself.

Something had entered the area permeated with traces of his mana by the Pylon of Civilization. In the back of his mind, he had a vague feeling of the direction of the intruder. Or Intruders. He felt several responses, but he was unsure of how many or how powerful they were.

He hesitated a few moments before he stopped his mana practice and decided to go towards the disturbance. Whatever it was, he would have to deal with it eventually. Besides, his danger sense and intuition didn’t ring out in warning even as he used One Step Mile towards the intruders.

There he found four humans under attack. One middle-aged man, two were teenagers or in their early twenties, and a woman around thirty. Their attacker, a tiger that actually reminded him of the King of the Forest, quite a bit. The bark-like skin was very similar, at least.

Of course… it was no King.

He didn’t really think much as he just went and killed the tiger to save the humans. It was like one would naturally call out if they saw someone start attacking another person on the street. While many would perhaps just stand by, Jake was the type who would interfere and then deal with the consequences afterward.

In this case, the consequence was that the group survived, forcing him into an unwanted social encounter. It wasn’t that bad, though, if a little awkward. He did learn that they were a family of three together with a family friend.

Jake hadn’t been able to say no when they asked if they could stay. All of them were relatively weak, the man only a level 31 human. He didn’t appear to have a powerful class or profession, judging from how he nearly died to a level 59 beast.

He had been level 43 when he killed the Alpha Venomfang Badger, a mini-boss type beast at level 71. The tiger did have some impressive abilities, but in the end, it was nothing compared to that badger. It would have been ripped apart with a single swipe.

Jake was pretty sure that he could have killed the Oakwood Tiger at level 31, though it would have been a tough fight. However, he did know that sending the four of them back into the forest in their current states would be no different from killing them.

None of the family appeared very interesting initially, besides maybe the boy since he was a healer. But he found out that the woman, Miranda, did have something interesting. He didn’t know exactly what she did, but she clearly had some kind of negotiation or communication skill. He couldn’t pinpoint what it did, but he was very sure that her words were infused with a skill.

Jake didn’t wait for them as he made his way back to his makeshift camp. It was little more than a blanket on the ground beside the pond.

He wasn’t afraid of them being attacked on the way. First of all, he could vaguely feel their positions when he focused on it, and secondly, no beasts appeared to want to enter the area.

Sitting down once more, he was lost in thought for a while. His daily routine had been completely interrupted, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do now. It felt weird just to start doing alchemy with the four of them also there.

Alchemist of the Malefic Viper skill. On top of that, after reaching level 70, he could look for something new to

saw the beautiful waterfall and pond, with Jake sitting at the shore staring into the water. He looked like he was deep in thought, and the group thought that he

were still on guard but had slowly begun relaxing now. To their surprise, they hadn’t encountered a single beast on the way here - not even a weak one lurking in

idyllic. Peaceful. There were no sounds of beasts fighting

but on second look recognized it as a cauldron of some sort. Like the

air shimmered as if an invisible flame was lit beneath

easier, and with it could see that something was happening within the cauldron. Something far too complex

finally, the lid came off, and she saw him bottle up a green liquid from within the cauldron. It took her a while, but she soon

how he had gotten such a powerful healing potion to give Hank. It was surprising as she had never seen someone make potions before. She even had suspicions

very high level in his class, she

at this point, she was quite frankly too afraid to ask- they were already intruding as it were, and she feared that asking him could lead

like tyrants or superiors towards everyone around them. Forced them to do their bidding. So far, she found the disinterest of their

slowly growing out, looking quite grotesque if she had to say so herself. As he had reached level 25 in his race, he had gained the meditation skill, which he naturally used to

her and Hank yet, meaning neither of them had the skill. A shame as the low mana recovery without it

she hadn’t been the most significant burden of the group. Her class was

as a manager and had gotten a profession very closely related to that. It gave her skills

builders, smiths, tailors, etc. But her profession did help those other ones. She got experience simply by

doing the actual work as her skills passively

relatively peaceful most of the time, only forcing people into these insane ‘trials’ once every week, each trial

with wooden puppets that she could guide to fortify their position, lay down traps and put up barriers. Granted, Louise and Hank did most of the killing, but she felt like she

was perhaps the most prominent of all in her local group in her faction. Though there was quite a lot of different factions and groups, so she couldn’t exactly call herself

people assigned by the system. Seven more factions were also around, each of

This naturally led to many conflicts as some teams came in to slaughter every other team

those that weren’t wiped out had it even harder as they were either forced to find a new team or continue on their

others to level, and there being only four of them was far from enough. The only useful

it lit up, making everyone aware that this place was unique. However, only Miranda could feel it, so it appeared that having a skill to sense mana or an intuition skill was required to truly feel it. Moreover, she felt like this place was calling

a ‘feel’ for something. A notion that a particular course of action would be correct,