The Primal Hunter

Jake felt a bit better after getting a better understanding of his own emotional situation and even deepened his insight into his bloodline. Perhaps it was indeed just a faux feeling of enlightenment, but it lightened his heart, nevertheless.

At least enough to move one point down on his list of things to do. One of which was to check his many status messages he had gotten during the fight with Abby and her scumbag dad. Speaking of which, he began with the kill message for him.

*You have slain [Human (E) - lvl 51 / Aspiring Blade of Debauchery - lvl 65 / Salacious Malefactor – lvl 38] Experience earned.

Right, that confirms it; he was a sick fuck through and through, Jake thought as he read the name of that guy Donald’s class and profession. Like, seriously. His class reminded him a lot of the Aspiring Blade of Nature he had fought during the tutorial, except instead of focusing on nature, this guy focusing on being a god damn degenerate.

Even the profession was fucked up. Did the dude seriously have a profession related to sexually assaulting people? Was that seriously a thing?

He hadn’t seen many examples of classes and professions, and it quite honestly shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him, but nevertheless, he found himself dumbstruck. He knew the system was boundless and that it allowed one to walk pretty much any path to power. The Viper had mentioned that time and time again. But in some hopeful and naïve corner of his mind, he had hoped that people like this guy wouldn’t - no, couldn’t - exist.

Seriously. Salacious Malefactor. It used colored language and fancy terms, but it basically could be read as ‘lustful rapist’. The guy had to make a conscious choice to pick that profession during his profession-evolution too. He had chosen to be that.

The only positive thing he could say about the guy was that he was now dead.

Moving on, he went to the sick fuck’s daughter, Abby.

*You have slain [Human (E) - lvl 59 / Disciple of Kallox - lvl 77 / Authoritarian Leader – lvl 41] Experience earned.

Her class and profession were both a lot more typical. The class was clearly related to that Kallox fellow mentioned. Jake did wonder exactly how strong he was, but the guy didn’t appear that impressive from what little he had heard.

Then again, Jake’s view was pretty skewed. He had already learned that most humans didn’t even know about the existence of literal gods and even more believed them to be some mythical entities that didn’t really exist in any tangible sense.

Her profession was also relatively tame - a social-type profession that he hadn’t seen before and likely a big part of the reason why she kept her merry band of followers around. As to what it actually did, he, of course, had no way of knowing.

Next, he went on to something he would actually enjoy. Well, not the first part, but hopefully the one after that.

He summoned Abby and Donald’s corpses and threw them on the ground in front of him. In retrospect a pretty bad idea as it ended up getting even more blood on the floorboards.

But what one doesn’t do for loot. The act of stripping down the two was a bit much, but Jake really felt like it was a waste not to. However, he did have the decency to leave Abby still in her robe. He could have the other people take that robe later if they wanted it. As for Donald? Yeah, fuck that guy.

Jake had already noticed that the rings usually merged with their bodies had reappeared on their fingers after their deaths. The same was true for the two necklaces.

Taking off everything of value took a while, and most of it was of no use to him - the ones from Abby especially. They were either for casters or had space mana requirements or even being bound to someone with relation to the Kallox guy. The descriptions even said he was the creator.

Neil guy with them. He did find some things of use, though - a ring from Abby and two

ring with a rare gem crafted by a very skilled jeweler. The high quality of the mana in

in any humanoid

that ring

rules and all that. The one he planned on replacing being

crystalized eye of a Jade-eye Tiger into a band. The Records of the tiger powers the enchant, granting some of the

30+ in

other ring had the exact same stats, though as a higher amount

Tiger (Uncommon)] – A ring created by embedding the crystalized eye of a Ruby-eye Tiger into a band. The Records of the tiger powers the enchant, granting some of the beast's might to its wearer. Enchantments: +30 Strength,

lvl 40+ in any humanoid

contest which one to replace. Jake’s only regret was that he would lose stats he actually used and needed. Well, used and needed more. Maybe the increased intelligence would actually prove supremely useful with his newfound magical

him more than a 10% boost. Nearly even putting him at the cap of how many stats he could gain in intelligence from equipment, aka a 20% boost maximum.

a doubt one of his many advantages over other survivors too. His armor and gloves were both from the Nest Watcher and offered solid defenses and stats. His necklace offered the quite frankly overpowered and ridiculously convenient spatial storage, and his mask was increasing his maximum mana

passive, didn’t really enter his thoughts on a daily basis. Heck, he

to say he didn’t appreciate getting better equipment. Taking off his old ring, he put on the new one, losing 20 perception, 15 agility, and 15 strength, but gaining 50 intelligence, 50 wisdom, and 35 willpower in the process - trading 50 ‘good’ stats for 135 ‘okay’ stats

slightly weaker. Which made sense as he lost physical stats but gained

to give it to Hank. The man looked like he needed equipment pretty bad after

already noted earlier, so he moved on to Donald’s two things he

from a powerful E-grade beast. Produced by an even more powerful craftsman. Borrowing from the Records

40+ in any

them. In fact, the man had pretty decent stuff overall; it was too bad that Jake had better. Oh well, more stuff

at his old bracers, he got a strong sense of nostalgia. They were the first piece of equipment he had found in the tutorial and had been with him from before he even got his profession. They had, if his theory was right, led to him unlocking the Shadow Vault of Umbra skill. A skill that had gone on the backburner recently but had been

designed for new initiates in the Order

in any class

Taking them off, he deposited them into his spatial storage and put on

later. For now, he moved on to

the innocent has left a powerful curse of resentment

Requirements: Humanoid race

class. A fucked up class for a fucked up man. Granted by - if the description was accurate - a

to use it. It didn’t have a level required, and

placed upon it. A curse powerful enough to bring it to epic-rarity based solely on its merits. Or

stated that one could add more souls to it, as ominous as that sounds, to strengthen it more - something Donald had done plenty of without a shadow of