The Primal Hunter

It was an absolutely crazy thought. Poisoning space itself… no, poisoning reality. To target every single facet of reality and effectively create a vacuum of concepts between you and your destination.

That is also why the mist was used. The mist was from Blood of the Malefic Viper and thus contained Records of all poisons Jake had ever interacted with. With the Trial of Myriad Poisons, Jake had interacted with countless, and it wasn’t like he had slowed down much after that either, still eating everything slightly toxic in his path.

Jake began his science and tried to work on how one would supercharge the wings the way the Viper had done, but also found it a problem to control the mist and form a tunnel between himself and where he wanted to escape to. Did he need to make a cylinder of poison or something that isolated everything around it? No, that would take way too much power…

What about shooting a canon of poison in the direction and then diving after that? It could work, but space tended to reform too quickly, and if his opponent was actively trying to stop him, he would need an insane amount of poison mist to do that. The mist also kind of sucked, to begin with.

He then returned to the very important detail of the Viper turning green. Why had he done that? Some shield to protect himself from the poison?

A few theories popped up immediately, but none fit. Jake was deep in thought and tried a few things as his wings pulsed with power, sending mist out. Ultimately, he decided that he first needed to make some kind of poison able to corrode through reality. Saying it so casually was damn weird, but he was serious.

Passive mana tended to not be that strong as long as you targeted the right things. This was why Alchemical Flame was so damn good at breaking down objects, as it directly targeted the passive mana and the concepts keeping things whole.

So, Jake needed a poison that targeted passive mana that didn’t fight back. Maybe he could apply concepts from Alchemical Flame directly there…. yeah, that actually seemed doable. There were many plants and poisons potent at naturally corroding things. Acids found that went through stone that a C-grade could not even scratch like it was nothing, poison mist that would turn a block of metal an S-grade would dream of crafting a weapon from into swiss cheese. These existed everywhere, and Jake had consumed plenty.

But even if he made this, what about non-passive mana? Like where he was trapped right now? That kind of mana would fight him actively. Could he even make something that eroded the wall of Sandy’s stomach? He knew he probably could with Touch, but as mist?

Jake groaned in annoyance as he felt himself be mentally pinged by Sandy. He obliged and found himself outside once more, instantly noticing that the area had changed to rocky terrain and before him was a large C-grade bird of some kind.

“Go human! Use bow attack!” Sandy said with excitement as Jake pulled out his bow and added another C-grade to his list of slain foes before getting back in his pokeba- stomach.

He did have to admit that Sandy was damn good at analyzing his strength and picking opponents.

Back in the chamber, Jake felt more relaxed after a bit of killing, seeing the entire thing with new eyes. It was like having a good night’s sleep and then waking up to look at your project again. Jake considered different poisons he would need in the mist, and it quickly became clear he would need damn many concepts at once. No, he could not have all be active at once; he needed to make an adaptable mist that targeted everything at once but only actively targeted what it encountered.

And then he came back to that damn green color. Why the hell was the Viper glowing? Was it because… no… it made sense?

a poison mist that eroded everything - he became the poison mist. Rather than

wrapped himself in it. Like a cocoon, the poison mist wrapped around him in a supercharged state. That was why the Viper was

his mind. He instantly checked Path of the Heretic-Chosen and saw that his intuition had

wish to experience the Legacy of

think he could upgrade the skill without experiencing another vision? Sure. Probably. But Jake also kind of feared that he would lose the skill with his C-grade upgrade or

see Villy get embarrassed, have his ass

working on his latest creation as he got an expected visit from a recent arrival

that he found the entire construction quite novel. A massive metal dome with impressive enchantments all over. The material itself also looked incredibly tough, and he doubted that anything mundane could break through. It was truly a defensive stronghold,

he did not have to break

he approached, the dome simply opened up to him as he met the assistant to the machinist, as the human

assistant asked. She was obviously aware of what was going on and knew that trying to keep Ell’Hakan out would only delay the inevitable. Besides, it was simply smarter

present on the inside. I thank you for

a smile as she briefly left the welcome room. Ell’Hakan felt the doubt and hesitation in her but also some relief. A good emotion to amplify

by Void God Oras, something that even his Patron found utterly baffling as no D-grade human should be able to handle

was obviously for his mind. Because one other thing he discovered was that the man had no true loyalty to the Malefic’s Chosen. He simply worked for him and did some commissions. There appeared to be no true relationship there; it was purely transactional. The fact that he had stayed even after the City Lord left was further proof that Arnold simply did not view himself as part of

receive you,” the assistant came in and said with another bow less

his surroundings. The moment he was in the workshop, he found himself overwhelmed by the sheer number of projects going on. It was astonishing one man could do so much at once, and the complexity of

that quickly after the integration. So this all served to overwhelm him more but also strengthened his desire to recruit the man. The Celestial Kingdom

saw the machinist. He did not look like much, but as mentioned, then it was not his body but his

want?” the man asked curtly. If not for his Bloodline, he would have thought the man was hostile, but no. There were no such emotions. In fact, the emotional spectrum he felt

as that would partly explain his ability to have a Void God as his Patron. It turned out that even if

man to avoid testing his patience. “I am aware your ties to Haven are shallow at best, and you are primarily here due to the resources offered,

machinist to answer to

case, I can offer you something better. The backing of not just a single city but an entire world. A planet full of natural resources for you to explore and exploit to your liking, with near-endless funds. And all I ask in return is a bit of conditional loyalty,” he offered

man was stoic, but alas, still human and would fall to human desires like any other. But there was

I return, and if you refuse to work for me anymore, I swear I will help you gain passage to

very least