The Primal Hunter

Back in the main hall, the festivities that were actually just a glorified political event continued. A number of people still held hope that they could join the Chosen of the Malefic Viper and his party for Nevermore, as they all knew what that would mean.

It wasn’t out of the question for weaker individuals to effectively get carried through the mega-dungeon, thus earning a better title, more levels, and more items than if they had gone with equally skilled people. That was why those with supportive roles hoped they would get selected simply because there weren’t any better options. The scope of potential party members that met the stringent requirements was limited, as finding good support between level 200 and 210 who weren’t already with powerful groups wasn’t easy.

However, that hope was shattered when the Chosen returned. He did not come alone but was accompanied by a dryad who met the requirements, and what was more, she carried the Blessing of Nature’s Attendant. If there were anyone with Bloodlines, they too would have realized how screwed they were as this dryad surpassed any and all of them.

As the Chosen went over to greet his party members, it was quickly realized that the choice had been made, and all the young talents could do was be happy they had at least been able to attend, and some even had the chance to spar a swordsman who few would be able to forget.

Contrary to popular belief, the Fallen King was not actually related to plants or trees in any way. This was despite him looking like a tree guy and being named King of the Forest when Jake first met him. The bark-like skin also wasn’t even bark, or even wood for that matter, and while the mask did look and feel like wood, even being described as wood-like by the system, it wasn’t actually wood either.

All of this is to say that the Fallen King and the meek Dina didn’t immediately make friends due to her Bloodline, and Jake honestly felt a bit bad for the girl after being grilled with questions from the Unique Lifeform. Questions she mostly didn’t answer or just gave one-word responses.

In some ways, Jake found it liberating. This was the first time he had met someone who was worse at being social than himself. What they did get out of her was that her horrible ability to communicate wasn’t because she never talked to others. She just wasn’t used to talking to people. More accurately, she was the trope of a flower growing up in a greenhouse. In that, she had literally grown up in a large greenhouse with the plants there being all her best friends. Even the ones who couldn’t talk could still express emotions, which Dina could understand.

However, despite Dina’s issues with talking to them, there was one member of their group she looked capable of talking to. No, not Sylphie, as Dina didn’t quite understand what ”ree!” meant, but the Sword Saint and his overpowered old-man aura.

”So you did explore this forest with your friends?” he asked with a grandfatherly smile.

”Yeah… it was a bit weird there, and the beasts didn’t like us, but Bobo was with me,” she answered, seemingly only focused on the old man.

”You mentioned him before, but who is this Bobo?” the Sword Saint asked.

Jake was curious, too, remembering Nature’s Attendant mentioning this Bobo being with her.

”Bobo is my Guardian,” she answered before quickly looking like she had said too much. ”I… I mean…”

”We are meant to explore the depths of Nevermore together; secrets like that are counterproductive,” the Sword Saint smiled and shook his head. ”While we all respect each other and the respective secrets we all hold, please do not withhold information if it hurts others or hampers us in any way, alright?”

Dina looked in thought before she nodded. ”Alright.”

Old-man energy was truly too strong; even Jake got the compulsion to overshare. He had a strong feeling Dina was just more used to being around old geezers, which was why she could handle the Sword Saint so easily, but he did severely hope she would open up more with time or spending years with her in Nevermore would be hell. Luckily, the old man, using his old-man insight, already knew this.

”We need to trust each other and build rapport. As we learn from and about you, so will you learn about us, and I sincerely hope we can all get along well,” the old swordsman said with a comforting smile.

more and looked at Jake

quickly realized the hawk wasn’t mad. The King stayed silent while Jake

seeing what you can do. Your grandfather hyped you

the ground again, but luckily she quickly recovered.

and reached out to

work out? She seems a bit… you know?”Jake asked

when I was a child. My uncle feared his daughter would be corrupted by the world outside, and as she was born a genius, he hired private teachers and people to teach her everything there was to learn. Yet even as she reached adulthood, her father kept her inside their compound. My uncle was

fucked her up,” Jake

to adapt, and while she may be a dryad, this is a trait I believe is shared by all with true sapience. For now, she will be awkward, but once she opens up, learns our social cues, and begins to feel comfortable, all will be well,”he explained further. ”But what my true point is, is that even if my cousin could not speak a full sentence in front of a man her own age, she could still write a thesis or give an ethereal performance on the violin – for that is

but are you sure

to the Fallen King,”the old man sent in

together, no doubt helped

your attempt to make friends is made easier by you wearing a

Jake answered, seeing

passed where the King had asked Dina some basic questions about her skills, and she – to the surprise of no one – revealed that she did nature affinity magic exclusively. Luckily, nature affinity was a composite affinity

the final member of the party recruited, he wanted to take the time before

help Viridia with something he had truly dreaded: acting nice in front of a bunch

after, having delayed their arrival to a time when Jake didn’t take up all the attention. That worked out pretty well, as for a good hour, Sandy was the

Lord Protector had sent out some basic information about Sandy, and once they learned these basic traits, gifting became easy. Because how hard could it

Jake when it came to gifting. Was it energy dense and considered a high-Records item? Good enough! The fact that they didn’t need to give gifts to the same level as what they gave Jake made it

worm and sent several messages to Jake throughout this entire gifting session. The one thing he had feared was a lot of people judging Sandy for being, well, Sandy, but all he heard were positive comments about how dedicated they were to their Path and how

imagined Sandy would spend the majority of the time he was in

Sandy was over, things finally seemed to die down, and Jake had no more obligations. The after-after party was also clearly canceled, though none present there were supposed to attend, to begin with, so it wasn’t like anyone noticed. Villy had likely just had private meetings with all the gods he wanted to discuss with, and he also guessed a few had gone to

gone to a corner of the room, where Jake also saw Caleb had managed

get here?” Jake said as he went as his brother talked

few meetings here and there,” Caleb said with a smile as he turned to greet Jake.

Jake said, hearing the false sincerity in

Caleb spoke privately to him. ”So,

public information only said she was a student of his?” Jake

and two together and guess this is her,” Caleb explained. ”Quite the find, all through the power of nepotism. Having a Primordial as a friend sure makes life easy; you

I assume,” Jake teased