The Primal Hunter

Jake had left the chamber with the Sword Saint enlightened as to the path of a true swordsman. He even learned that Reika also knew and could feel her blade, just like her great grandfather. Jake had to admit it made him feel a bit inadequate.

Once he was out, the rabble was still there, and Jake just ignored them as he walked past. He had stayed in there for a good forty-five minutes, and while the start was serious, it eventually divulged into something far more casual, and Jake quickly got a feeling that the political arena of the Noboru clan was quite an annoying one.

He was glad he avoided all that shit by just having Miranda handle everything. At worst, she could tell him if someone needed a good smacking, and if she really needed him to do something, she would at least tell him how to.

Making his way back to the booth, he found everyone besides Sultan, Miranda, and Sylphie already back, with some likely not having left. One such person was the man standing at what looked like a half-broken massive steel bullet with a book in one hand and a tablet in the other.

Jake identified the weird metal thing that was nearly five meters long and a meter tall.

[Damaged Transportation Pod (Rare)] – A pod created to transport individuals over a-

“Hey Arnold, didn’t know you were the one to buy it,” Jake said as he walked over with interest.

“Mm,” he answered, not looking up as he kept staring at the tablet.

“Think you can fix it?”

“Mm.”

“Think it can block a full-strength Powershot?” Jake finally asked, getting the man’s attention as he looked up.

“In its current state? Doubtful, your arcane affinity is rather destructive. But I believe it shall be fixable with the right materials,” Arnold answered.

“It was quite expensive too,” Jake noted. “Didn’t know you were such a mogul to splurge on a garage project like this.”

Arnold did not have to answer as Sultan appeared behind Jake, having teleported in. “Arnold is easily in a position to afford it.”

“Oh, he’s rich?” Jake asked, a bit confused. The man never left his damn workshop, so Jake didn’t even know how he would earn anything.

“While I will not divulge the assets of my client, I can share that he made substantial gains from the system store, and I believe he is the third richest in Haven, behind you and me,” Sultan explained, also making Jake aware that Sultan had been selling for Arnold all along.

Now that he thought about it, he had learned that Arnold bought a lot from the store earlier. With how immersed he was in his work, it made sense he outsourced everything non-tinker related. It was a bit like how Jake had outsourced for to Lillian to get him things like new glass bottles and herbs.

Arnold himself just nodded at the words. “Many creations prove ultimately useless or are merely middle-step demos. No reason not to sell them to procure more funds.”

“Makes sense,” Jake agreed, turning to Sultan – Arnold already looking like he was back in his own world. “So, how did it go with the potions? Sold any?”

Sultan just shook his head as he smiled. “Sold out within the first fifteen minutes, and that was only because I refused to make any transactions before I had a good feeling for the price.”

“So…?”

total of 11,231,522,” Sultan began as Jake nodded. Fifty-four thousand or so per potion was pretty damn good. “As for the health potions… one hundred and twenty-two sold for

hours or so of work,” Jake said, tallying it up to a bit below twenty-seven million in total. “People seriously buy health potions for like a hundred and thirty-five

price would drop substantially. It was primarily bought by Valhal, the Holy Church, and independent factions to give to their most talented fighters, with a few also going to solo

Jake said, nodding along. “Anything else I

Coffins?” Sultan asked. “I know you had a

I want to ask for her opinion. But do you even think they will sell, considering

and I do think factions can find a use for the items themselves. The coffins especially could

as he waited for Miranda to get back - a wait that was

each. “Quick, Miranda,

metal of the altar itself makes it near-indestructible for any being below A-grade. This altar has absorbed vast amounts of blood to empower it further, as countless sacrifices have been made upon it. It has been enchanted further to increase the effectiveness of all rituals made using it as a catalyst. The effect of all sacrificial rituals increased further. Faint Records and echoes of old

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untouched by the ages, slowly soaking in the Records of history and the concept of time. The metal of the coffin itself makes it near-indestructible for any being below A-grade. The runes on the coffin allow any who slumber within to be preserved longer, as time is distorted while inside the coffin. Once inside, enter a special type of meditation that will keep all resources fully replenished and allow you to enter deep sleep, making

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altars to set up a pentagram formation with them as corner catalysts. As for the coffin, I

six more coffins for the merchant. “Take these and put them up for the auction,” Jake said to Sultan, the man happily taking

him wondering where she had gone. They had returned just in time as the system message popped up, and it

System Announcement:

rarity items will be sold off. All items will be listed with a set minimum bidding price by the seller, as well as a potential buyout price, allowing anyone to instantly

during this second phase of the Auction. These items will be posted one

order of minimum bets and buyout price. Any item not bought at

be posted

up to four hours and twenty-four minutes of auctioning. There were also substantially fewer

eye out. Because during this Auction as a whole, he did have one plan – get a

did a quick check of money and saw it had grown by around fifty million since the last time he checked. Credits

a lot, but one had to remember rare items only sold for like a hundred thousand on the high end, and he sold two hundred and something. Shit, he actually got

Jake sat ready as the first

[Staff of-]

of

[Sandals of-]

the hell makes

to notice the overabundance of staves and robes on the market. He ignored all headwear, footwear, gloves, rings, necklaces and did not look much out for anything other than chest armor and bracers, and even then, he was hesitant to buy anything epic if he could potentially get ancient rarity by waiting a few hours.

a bit more open to buying chest armor and bracers? Well, because his current ones

made from tempered leather from a powerful E-grade beast. Produced by an even more powerful craftsman. Borrowing from the Records of the beast it is made from, these bracers have

Lvl 40+ in any

difference was, the Scimitar was a Soulbound cursed weapon that grew the more vital energy it absorbed, while the bracers just

the “I got shit and need new” category was his chestpiece. While it wasn’t that long

of a young Bristleback. Created by a talented leatherworker, the workmanship is simple but effective. Has been infused with a Beastcore, making this chestpiece even more durable and enhances the wearer’s resilience.