The Primal Hunter

Chapter 302

This time, Jake actually did as he intended when he called it a speedrun. An hour after leaving the tower, he was already within another, with a new Mark of Blood in hand. Well, in his Hunter Insignia. Whatever.

He stormed up the tower, noticing many others already within it. There didn’t seem to be a singular faction that dominated, but just many smaller forces and parties, which was perfect. This was one of the towers still not consumed by mist, and it would contain a Count from the looks of it.

When he made it to the upper floors, he saw a great number of people grouped up before the gate. There were around thirty in total, and Jake saw that their levels ranged from 109 to 116. There were two people Jake couldn’t Identify without squinting a bit and penetrating whatever they used to hide their levels. Needless to say, their puny skills were nothing before the might of the mega-perception build.

Jake’s appearance wasn’t exactly unknown at this point, and everyone turned to him when he appeared.

Being a recognizable figure, a few people backed away, while others seemed to take up semi-defensive positions. It was a bit useless as neither of those would help anything if Jake had come to rob people. Luckily for them, he hadn’t, but that didn’t mean he was just going to leave them be.

”I’m here for the Count. Leave.”

To his surprise, more than half of the people there just looked at him for a brief moment before leaving without any arguing. A good bit of people did stay, though. It was the ones at higher levels. Fourteen people remained; all of them were above 112.

”Lord Thayne, do you have a Stake?” a man from the group of fourteen asked him. ”If not, we can offer one and work together on taking down this Count. You can have the key; we just wish to split the rest of the loot.”

”No thanks, just leave,” Jake said as he walked closer to the gate.

”Would it not be better if-”

”No. Leave.”

The man looked at Jake with an open mouth, clearly not entirely sure what to say. A party of five among the fourteen people behind him exchanged looks before they left. Half of the remaining eight beside the leader seemed to take this as their cue to bail, leaving only four behind him – probably his party members.

Jake threw him one final glance before he just summoned the Mark of Blood and the gate began to open. The man saw him do this, his eyes wide as he yelled for his party to run. While retreating, Jake heard him mutter something about Jake being an ”unreasonable asshole.”

He wasn’t really going to disagree on that one. But it only made sense. It was foolish to expect a hunter to be nice when you come between him and his prey.

As the door opened, Jake spun a web of arcane strings that he attached to each side of the gate, keeping it at the ready for when the time was right. It was ready just in time for the gate to fully open and a relatively small form appeared from the silver coffin with long tendril-like hairs expending from all over his body.

”Who are you? How dare mere livestock awaken this Count? I-”

*BOOM!*

”You’ll die,” Jake answered as Limit Break activated at 20%, his presence blanketing the entire chamber, blades, and arrows, poisoned, as he went forth, holding nothing back.

What followed was a lot of explosions, a vampire with oddly stretchable limbs and the ability to grow out hair that tried to grasp him and consume his blood – that one turned out well for Jake as the Count got a good slurp of Jake’s poisoned blood. In not that long, the Count was already on its last legs.

Jake was ready. He activated his arcane strings, and the gate slammed shut in the face of the fleeing vampire. The hairy bloodsucker screamed and fired off magic to

vampire and gripped his head from behind, and slammed the vampiric face into the gate as he began channeling Touch of the Malefic Viper. The Count tried to pierce his hands with his long hair, but Jake had

Jake kept smashing his foe’s head into the hard metal gate over and over again as blood splashed everywhere and the head of the vampire became more and more squishy from the Touch.

weak, and with a final smash, the entire head popped like a watermelon fired from a cannon

– lvl 155] – Bonus experience earned for killing

[Avaricious Arcane Hunter] has reached level 135

Second Count down.

sword, this Count dropped a dagger. The dagger and key were all items he already knew about, as the knife was the same as

drop was the heart - another beautiful red

starved Hilsic Vampire. This type of vampire is a rare variant with high agility and controllable hair that

was pretty neat. He did

identical to the ones prior. He had no idea what he would use two damn altars and coffins for, but

he began another important job… stealing the gates. Now that wasn’t very speedrun of him, but the gates

off the first door and only eighteen for the second one. He was getting better, that was for sure. It did look a bit funny with the gate completely gone, faint marks as if something had torn it off from where it had been attached to

his inventory, he chugged a mana potion and headed onwards to get another Mark of Blood and kill another Count. He summoned his wings and leaped up as he took flight, feeling like going by

everyone else,” the man complained loudly to the dozen, or so people gathered

we even staying here when the dude is probably already dead?” another one chimed in, sounding

the first guy said, turning to someone in the group

somehow,” the one with the compass answered with a shrug. “I guess the vampire is taking its time getting a

hope that fucker dies and doesn’t

is. If he had just teamed up with us, the Count would be dead already. It’s been over a fucking hour, for fuck’s sake,” the first dude cursed

it, and we can capitalize?” the second guy

did kill one before, but let’s not

that moment a figure flew by, coming from the direction of the Count’s chambers. They saw the black

their existence. What’s more important was that they didn’t see any hints in his

took off towards the Count’s chamber. When

he destroy the

question they all asked themselves as they saw it gone. They had all encountered that black metal and knew exactly how tough it was. None of them could even leave a noticeable

“He… is he human?”

I think I’m gonna

you think he heard

“What a monster…”

dared shit-talk him ever again. In fact, they

Ever.

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