The Primal Hunter

*’DING!’ Race: [Human (C)] has reached level 200 - Stat points allocated, +45 Free Points*

The level was gained, and he returned to the real world.

Jake had been prepared this time around. He had steeled himself and done all he could to limit his senses to not experience sensory overload. His control since he became D-grade had increased significantly, and Jake had far more confidence this time around when he was teleported back to the bed in his lodge.

The moment he appeared, he was still hit hard. Thousands of smells, extremely loud sounds and so much information from his Sphere got fed straight into his brain. He imagined colors he didn’t even know existed, impossible sounds, and the mana in the air felt suffocating.

Gritting his teeth, the cracking sound from some of them breaking was deafening, but it allowed him to focus on that one sound. He kept grinding his teeth, the sound echoing within his head like he was living inside a drumset, and he focused solely on this noise as he tried to filter everything else away. Not opening his eyes had been a godsend, and for a few moments, he even considered just stabbing something into both of his eardrums.

Minutes passed by, and slowly, he felt some calm. The sounds were now more muted, and his body and mind adapted to all this new sensory information. Increases in senses like this from evolutions were completely normal, and everyone felt these heightened senses, but usually, the system helped in advance. It did still help Jake, but only with the same level of assistance it would give everyone else. This is to say, it was far from enough.

The smells were still bothering him, primarily because he could not distinguish or place them. It was just a huge mass of different scents, some of them nice, some of them foul, but all mixed together in this amalgamation of pure stench.

Muting these smells took a while as Jake began to breathe heavily, taking in some of the atmospheric mana.

Throughout it all, Jake had managed to restrain the worst offender when it came to sensory overload: his Sphere of Perception. Even then, it had still grown to nearly five hundred meters, and Jake knew this was due to his suppression of it. The level of detail throughout the Sphere remained mostly the same, but he detected more energy now compared to before. For a few moments, it had felt like he was back in the Forgotten Sewers dungeon filled with dark mana, blinding him entirely. Luckily, his instinctual filtering quickly kicked in and helped.

Choosing to shelve the issue of the Sphere for now, Jake opened his eyes and, surprisingly enough, felt fine. He was confused for a moment until it clicked. Jake was used to using his eyes a lot and straining them to the utmost, while he usually didn’t actively practice and use his sense of smell and improved hearing as those two were more obstacles than beneficial outside of tracking.

It was a bit the same with many of his other senses. His sense of touch, the sensation of pain, and other senses like that were something Jake was used to and, in many ways, desensitized to. They also just didn’t feel as overwhelming as the auxiliary senses.

Jake, to do a test, took out one of his hated enemies from his inventory: a mushroom. He stared at it for a moment before throwing it into his mouth and chewing.

“Still tastes like shit,” he muttered as he gulped down the necrotic toxins within the fungi. Nothing seemed to have really changed with his sense of taste, so that was good, at least. There were still many other tests left, but Jake returned to his Sphere once more.

Focusing, Jake slightly released it, feeling it spread out. Six hundred meters, seven hundred, eight hundred. The added area covered for every meter it extended was larger than the one before, making the pressure on his psyche only grow. After it reached a kilometer, Jake had to stop and forcefully pull it back into around the four-hundred to five-hundred meters range where it felt the most manageable.

The maximum limit is… a lot higher.

He had already limited it in D-grade, but now he had to limit it even more. It annoyed him as he felt like he was wasting potential, but on the other hand, he knew processing so much information was too much for him. Even at a few hundred meters, he didn’t truly process everything at once, but it felt more like certain things happening within triggered instinctual responses making him notice it.

Even so… Jake wanted to see how far it could truly go. Was it risky? Yes, but he was also far more durable now, and even if there were some issues, he believed in his own ability to recover. It should be fine. Definitely.

I can take it… right?

Yeah, he should be able to.

Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Closing his eyes and cutting off all other senses, Jake let go for but a fraction of a second. It was as if a pulse was released that went outwards and took a snapshot of everything it encountered on the way before finally being cut off, leaving Jake with just an image in his head – and a splitting headache.

As for the range… Jake felt it as the pulse spread and scanned everything.

meters, two kilometers… three… five… ten… twenty… fifty… a

Miranda in her office, a party around a hundred kilometers out in the forest, every single home at the Fort,

picture faded before he could process even a fraction of it, and he opened his eyes as he felt the blood drip down onto his shirt, coming out of his nose. He just stared a bit into the

and fifty kilometers. That was the actual range of Jake’s Sphere of Perception if it was fully released. It was so large there was simply no way to process all this information… it was just not possible for a C-grade. At least not Jake. Maybe someone like Arnold could, with some of

action, releasing another pulse. It swept out, and this time Jake did it with a purpose. His instinct guided him, and as the snapshot

had been placed on Arnold’s assistant.

Just releasing a few of these pulses made him feel drained, and he knew he was straining himself whenever he did it, making it a limited technique only to be

thing he had dreaded facing nearly as much

Skill rarity adjustment.

needlessly delay his suffering.

Skill Rarity Adjustment Initiated.

Records. What may have been an achievement before is now only to be expected, and what may have seemed rare before may now merely be uncommon. Thus, an adjustment must be made to represent your

skills will remain unchanged. Some skills may be adjusted without having their rarities affected. This may or may not result

make Jake feel that much better. It still

skill was at the peak of legendary and close to reaching mythical rarity, it would likely stay the same. Some skills also just wouldn’t ever downgrade due to how they worked. Brew Potion and Concoct Poison

skills, Jake already knew that the massacre would be worse with his class than his profession, so he

Profession Skills:

experience a downgrade in

Rarity Adjusted:

--> [Alchemist’s Purification

(Uncommon)] --> [Alchemical

--> [Cultivate Toxin

of the Heretic-Chosen Alchemist (Ancient)] --> [Soul Ritualism

Core Manipulation (Ancient)] --> [Advanced Core Manipulation

downgraded… that wasn’t terrible, actually. It still hurt, but some of them were expected. Then again, he felt pretty damn called out for never really using

as for the others, it was expected. While Jake had used all of the skills, he hadn’t used them a lot and had not really worked on actively improving them. Core Manipulation and Soul Ritualism were both skills he had used for the Bee Queen ritual, and he planned on getting them up to speed when he got back

for the others… time would

had the profession skills that did not experience a change in

Rarity Unchanged:

[Wings of the Malefic Viper (Legendary)], [Touch of the Malefic Viper (Legendary)], [Legacy Teachings of the Heretic-Chosen Alchemist (Legendary)], [Palate of the Malefic Viper (Legendary)], [Pride of

was surprised had remained at its rarity. He did not remember using Legacy Teachings much, and yet it remained

as expected, and there were no nasty surprises. Jake still looked forward to seeing what would happen to Path of the Heretic-Chosen, but that would

to what he had dreaded far more.

Class Skills:

skills that did not experience a downgrade in rarity did have their relative

It couldn’t be that bad with

Rarity Adjusted:

(Rare)] --> [Traditional Hunter’s

Arrow Rain (Epic)] --> [Splitting

Hunter (Epic)] --> [Arrow