The Primal Hunter

Meira sat and stared at the pile of papers within the western residence as she had been ordered. However, she was utterly lost as to what was expected of her. The assignment simply didn’t make any sense. She had done as asked the first time around already, but that was clearly unacceptable.

The problem was she couldn’t figure out what would be acceptable. She began shaking a bit at the thought. She hadn’t even served her new Master for a few days, and she was already disappointing him and failing tasks. Perhaps she simply wasn’t good enough to comprehend what he asked of her? Was there some profound reason or deep meaning behind the task he wanted her to see?

There was only one thing she felt relatively sure of: this was a test. It had to be. Was it a way to scout out her thought process and evaluate if she was suited to serve? Maybe it was just as simple as him wanting the insights of a nobody like her because he valued perspectives widely different from his own?

She recalled the final thing he had said about if she had to choose a path for a sibling of hers. She had two sisters and five brothers, but her brothers were already set in their paths as builders and miners, while her two sisters were naturally trained to be married off or sworn to another faction or influential family.

But, what if she had to pick lessons for them? They didn’t know anything about alchemy, but would it do them good to learn? Were they even talented enough to learn it? Her one sister was pretty good at mana control and a promising mage, so maybe?

Meira began looking at the lessons again. Her sister was still free, and if she learned some useful things, she would be able to increase her value. Maybe even enough to be viewed as more than just someone to be married off. Skilled alchemists were valued nearly anywhere and by any faction, so that would be a good path. If she was talented in it.

Turning her gaze to the pages, she picked up one of the lessons she had picked before about finding the path suitable for yourself. If she had to pick for her sister, brother, or even herself… this had to be one of them, right? She was certain it would be good for anyone starting out on any new path to truly learn what they were good at.

The problem was… wouldn’t the other lessons be based on what it was discovered a person was talented at?

She thought again and remembered she had to answer why it was interesting. Meira thought about it and decided to write her reasoning on a separate piece of paper. As she prepared to write, a wild thought entered her head… wouldn’t it be interesting if her sister was talented enough to not just learn alchemy but even become a member of a faction? Maybe even the Order of the Malefic Viper?

That would mean she would not only be able to uplift herself but everyone else. If she was good enough, she could even buy or acquire their father, who had also been turned into a slave… maybe have some influence over the clan back home?

Don’t be stupid, she reminded herself as she slapped her own chin a few times, enough to draw blood. She wiped it off quickly before she sighed and wrote down that it would be interesting because it would allow someone to be more useful and have a better future. It was far more realistic her sister could become a valued servant or find work somewhere if she was a talented alchemist. Not by the Order of the Malefic Viper standards, but just for a small place like their village.

With this mindset, she tried to put together a proper list. She had been given three days, and she was certain it could not be this simple. Clearly, there was a deeper reason she had to realize, which was why she was given this much time.

Jake felt damn good finally having some alone time. No one bothered him for over a day as he just relaxed, ate toxic materials, chilled with books, and overall had a swell of a time. The mansion itself was filled to the brim with different things to explore, including some board games that reminded Jake of chess and even a damn television of sorts. A 3D television one could buy lessons for to enjoy on their own time.

one had been a very low-level one where it was entirely possible Jake had been the strongest one attending. He had no interest in going

how it would work out. Before he went, he decided to actually change things

also took off his armor and put it in his spatial storage as he shifted to something more casual. Jake was pretty sure that most who attended could easily kill him if they wanted to anyway, no

did so was apparent: it made it damn obvious it was changed. It led to some doubt that Jake could be far stronger, likely not even in D-grade, and coupled with his Bloodline and immunity to

that he covered with his cloak. He even went as far as to change his boots. As for the mask, Jake thought a bit as he mentally

everything ready, Jake stepped through the gate to his

the wind upon his face as his environment changed completely. Jake found himself standing not in a lecture hall but atop a large flattened mountain with shaped stone pavilions

around him. On one was a raging inferno that sometimes took on a humanoid form, on another a large wyvern, with others close by having even god damn

this feeling. Down on the center stage sat a single being in meditation too. It looked like an elf or a human except for the slightly twisted horns coming out of his

form. Jake wondered why that was but decided to just write it up to gods probably being able to customize their form more.

appeared on his own pavilion, he got a few glances his way from surrounding platforms. A few dragons and wyverns, a human, and some other scalekin were

the dragons got curious, and the moment it impacted him, Jake glanced the way

coming his way dispersed. It was like he had passed some weird test to be allowed to stay there. Not that Jake thought a normal D-grade could manage being surrounded by C, B, and A-grades all around. He had no idea how to actually determine

happened before it was time for the lesson to begin. The dragon teacher sitting down on the platform opened his eyes

”Welcome.”

felt the inherent power in it. Not a shadow of a doubt

basic version a marvel at the concept of destruction. It can destroy objects far too powerful for the user to otherwise break. Melt a slab of metal even one’s own Dragonsbreath cannot leave a mark upon. It ignores anti-magical properties and can heat a

creation and destruction but the very nature and connection one has to their flame. The Alchemical Flame is something each of us has wielded on our path as alchemists. A loyal companion that has been at our sides since we began walking this path. Such prolonged use leads to familiarity and understanding at

the first part. The second part was also something he understood,

and a tool, but as with all other things, it changes the more one uses it. In many ways,

all skills. Due to the malleable nature of the Alchemical Flame, the impact of Willpower is even greater; due to the conceptual nature of the Alchemical Flame, Willpower is more impactful. However, the unconscious effects of Willpower will result in changes to your flame outside of your own intention at times. Many attempt to alleviate this by increasing their level of control and focus during crafting

was very revolutionary, or perhaps just went against what many presently did.

path opens. I hold this lesson because I recently experienced enlightenment in my struggles to improve my flame. I did not believe it possible, but one day, while I worked with my flame, it appeared to almost oscillate in tandem with

had grasped the cradle of creation and the vessel of destruction incarnate within my palm. It faded as the flame ran