The Primal Hunter

It was war. On one side was a general with his four commanders and an army of soldiers willing to fight and die for their leaders. An organized group that worked together and used synergy to become more than what they were individually. There were thousands of them, every single one towards the end of D-grade.

On the other side were two people. A hunter with a bow and a dragonkin who seemed to finally have found an opportunity to let loose. These two were naturally the heroes of this fight. The brave men who would stand against the evil mushrooms.

It was also a display of something else… the disparity of power even in the same grade and level bracket. Jake was at a lower level than most of his opponents, and Draskil was still lower than a few of them. One would think their numbers would matter, that their synergy would allow them to fight. It didn’t.

Maybe if they had actual tactics and not just sometimes tried to take hits for one another, it would matter. Maybe if they had ritual magic or complex formations. Had healers working together to form large barriers. However, as it was, they had none of these things, which made what transpired next only describable by one word:

Massacre.

Two words?

Justified massacre.

Explosions of arcane power lit up the cavern as Jake bombarded his opponents.

A dense mist of poison hung thick in the air as Draskil and Jake both pumped it out of their wings. Jake killed primarily using explosive arrows that tore mushroom men apart with ease and followed up with occasional kill shots with stable arrows, while Draskil had a far simpler style.

He was more the rip and tear sort of fighter. His entire body was a weapon that none of their opponents could even scratch. His scales offered defenses to nearly all magic, his attacks unstoppable to the mushrooms as he tore their limbs off and ripped up their flesh, leaving rotting wounds behind.

Draskil also showed fighting methods Jake could never even attempt. His tail was like a fifth limb that whipped around and sometimes even impaled his foes. If not, he used it for movement, yanking himself back or using it to push himself, or while he was mid-air as a counterweight to allow him to rapidly reposition.

The dragonkin did not show any magic besides some to strengthen himself. Jake did notice how he also had the Pride skill like Jake, but his version was clearly far more focused on the mental attack aspect and making a domain of intimidation without any of the mana-control amplifying aspects.

Jake was actually pretty certain Draskil had all the of the Malefic Viper skills. He had believed it for a good while, but after the dungeon, it was more obvious. He clearly had Palate based on all he ate and Sagacity to properly store the knowledge. Jake did think Sagacity was still at a relatively low rarity, and Draskil did say that he had some bad skills he was working on. Besides that, he clearly had the wings, claws, and scales skills. These were likely unavoidable racial skills for any Malefic Dragonkin.

Sense of the Malefic Viper was also obvious based on how well he found mushrooms. That just left Blood and Touch. Jake was most unsure about Touch, honestly. Draskil also had Blood based on how he had used some of it as a weapon once, but Jake had yet to see the dragonkin use the familiar glow of Touch of the Malefic Viper. It was possible he had it and just never used it, but it was also possible he didn’t have it or had changed it to a form very different from what Jake used. Like a purely non-combat version or something.

Now, Jake could just ask him, but where was the fun in that? He would rather just try and figure it out himself while slaughtering an army of mushroom men. The human and dragonkin had already killed hundreds before meeting up as Jake turned to Draskil.

“You want the big boss?” Jake asked. “Just remember we need all the Lifecores intact.”

Draskil grunted in confirmation before asking: “We need the small ones?”

Jake shrugged. “Some, but not all.”

Draskil then grinned. “You wanna see my breath?”

wasn’t sure what

stop before getting dragged in like Draskil’s mouth was a vacuum. Intense mana gathered at a level far above Jake had ever

below. It was only a few meters in diameter when it hit the ground and made a grand sweep from one end of the cavern to the other.

decay had been formed as everything the breath had touched had decayed to nothingness in an instant. It did not matter if it was a plant or mushroom men

eerie nothingness. It had simply killed everything it hit, and even more scary was how Jake did not feel a single whisp of mana from where it had hit. It was just… desolation. Jake didn’t know for sure, but he had a feeling no mushroom would grow on that

that had been hit. Mind you, it didn’t matter where they were hit. As long as a single part of their body had

attack on Jake, he would have to dodge it using his precognition. The beam moved faster than any attack Jake could make, and if he didn’t move before it was released, he would have no way to get out of the way. And if he didn’t dodge in time? Well, then Jake was just happy he still had Moment of

Draskil asked with

but don’t use it on essential foes… it didn’t leave even

Draskil jokingly dismissed his words. “I kill

Draskil, they barely made a dent, but they were never meant to anyway. This dungeon was made for members of the Order, not just those who were supremely talented. Jake and Draskil were way above the expected power level of anyone expected to do the dungeon, even on the ninth floor, and only the C-grade

some killing done. Always got Jake in

she still felt unsure about actually doing it. In the end, she agreed to it after she and her friends had completed a lesson together and began working on an assignment

he would just not be there if she did. Meira was still perplexed why someone like the Grand Elder even bothered spending time on her, and it made her even more confused when she considered that her Master had

a success. If inviting her friends over was something he had explicitly given her permission to do, and if even the Grand Elder had voiced his lack of concern about doing

of herself for that and was happy that the three of them had agreed to come. The only one a bit reluctant was Izil, but Nella and Utmal had both agreed that it was about time she invited them over. Maybe it was? Meira didn’t know… she

had friends at all,

five minutes later, a gate opened, and out stepped Izil. The elf instantly saw

basket with flowers in it. “A token of my appreciation to you and the Lord of the mansion. Native flowers of the Altmar empire, all with their roots intact for potential

the four of them in status as a black token. Ah, Meira had told them her Master had a black token as he had allowed her to

bowed as she accepted it. “I am sure my Lord will

Izil asked with a

not have dared to invite

as they entered the house and she had stored the basket properly, Meira saw that the gate outside

you treat your owner better than guests,” she scoffed once Meira got close. “Or maybe you

bow. She really didn’t want to be a bad host, especially not if it would reflect badly on her

the mansion, glaring daggers at Nella. “And if you two had been here on the agreed-upon time,

Nella said dismissively, Meira now feeling even more awkward as she had apologized. She still wasn’t good at jokes or that sarcasm thing… or was it called irony? She really didn’t quite know the

of her thoughts. “You didn’t lie about him being a black token, it seems. Where is

is busy elsewhere,” Meira once more explained

That is unfortunate,” Nella said with a smile. “I would have loved to meet

mood good,

asked: “Are there no other servants or

of the time, but he wasn’t there now and wasn’t truly living there. Also, she shouldn’t share he was there at all. “There is currently only me here. My

a bit as Izil just nodded. “I

accepted it as a telepathic connection was formed. “Meira… I didn’t want to ask before but