The Primal Hunter

”Good, now adjust the energy output… slowly… good, now do not forge- ah, you remembered, good. Alright… watch the outer circle, do not let the resonance fade. You need to maintain the equilibrium until a perfect balance is struck. Keep it up now… good, good… and the final part… perfect!” Grand Elder Duskleaf said in a proud voice as he inspected the magical formation.

Meira was covered in sweat and felt exhausted, yet proud, as she looked at her creation.

The large formation stretched out in front of her, lighting up with intense mana from the nine catalysts acting as batteries. In the center of it, energy gathered, and a small hole had already been pre-dug.

“Now for the seed to be planted,” Duskleaf said happily as Meira smiled and took out the tree seed from a lockbox she had left off to the side. It was a silverish seed, and she was excited to see it grow. Meira used mana to levitate it into the air and guided it into the hole. She proceeded to fill the hole with some special soil from afar, her Teacher standing encouragingly beside her. She then took out a watering can and took flight to get above the formation, and watered the entire thing. The formation responded to the magical water and pulsed with power as it fully activated and began feeding the seed energy.

“It’s done,” she smiled. She heard the sound of a notification as she gained a level, making her even more excited. One step closer to C-grade.

“Indeed it is,” Duskleaf nodded proudly. “The Silverpine Astral Tree should be able to reach at least ancient rarity with this formation, so it is something to be proud of.”

Meira smiled a bit and shook her head. “I am sure Teacher could do far better when he was my level.”

“Master used to slap me in the back of my head for failing to produce a single epic rarity plant while in D-grade,” the old god chuckled.

“That’s…” Meira said, fidgeting with her hands. She knew that her Teacher repeatedly said he wasn’t that good at lower grades, but… she had a hard time seeing it. Because today, no one would dispute he was one of the premier alchemists in the entire multiverse. How could he possibly have struggled to produce products at epic rarity?

Seeing her doubt, Teacher shook his head.

“I told you already, talent is a bonus, not a requirement, and that is only in cases where the talent does not become a handicap. The most important thing in the multiverse is work ethic. Nothing else matters if you do not have a good work ethic,” Duskleaf said. It was something Meira had heard many times before. She understood it from a logical perspective, but it was still hard to imagine. Could one really become a god just by working hard?

Everyone around her growing up had worked hard in the mines, day in and day out. They had toiled away endlessly to survive… but she did know why that didn’t count. One still had to challenge themselves. Something her Teacher could help her do.

“But you still need to know what to work on,” he continued, elaborating on her own thoughts. “If you decided to just replicate formation at or below your skill level over and over again, you will get nowhere. No, you need to constantly improve and challenge yourself. Without Master, I would have never even made it to C-grade. He was the one who guided me, gave me challenges, and whenever he felt I was stagnating, he gave me a push in the right direction. A guiding hand that made sure I would always face new challenges and be forced to improve. And I knew that he would have abandoned me without a second thought if I fell into complacency, for he did that with so many others who studied under him.”

“I understand, Teacher,” Meira said with a nod. She did not know if Grand Elder Duskleaf would also abandon her if he believed she was stagnating, and she did not intend to find out.

With Lord Thayne’s true identity as the Chosen of the Malefic One revealed to all, Teacher had finally taken her as an official disciple and even given her a Divine Blessing. He had gone so far as to allude to him not having a Chosen himself and hinted at her potentially getting her Blessing upgraded if she proved herself worthy. Meira couldn’t even think about becoming a Chosen as she was already overwhelmed by her current Blessing and elevated status.

No, no, she had something far less impactful she wanted to accomplish

Because… Meira had found her own goal. One separate from Lord Thayne and even her Teacher.

She wanted to free her clan.

she would have to borrow the status of her Teacher, but she also wanted to go there with her head held high. The

mother and siblings were still at the old clan based on what Izil had told her, and while some would call it an infantile dream, Meira really wanted to be the one to go and “save” them. She

she was no longer a slave, her profession and class both bore marks of her being one. Both made it clear she was still a servant. If all went well… then none of her evolutions would even hint at

wanted to show up before her family proud of who she had become and not just her status as the student

things… but it was perhaps the first

first goal of many,

was sleepy, so Sandy slept a

eaten too much and had a

moved from within the Order

to feel better after a few days, only to

the evil people having given Sandy too much stuff to eat

was totally okay with the current situation they found

people seemed to think so. Not Jake, though. In fact, he had very much

go to work, do the work, go to the gym, drive home, and relax until he had to sleep

life had sucked for him back then. How boring and meaningless the entire world had felt. Work had, ironically enough, allowed him to have something to focus on and get through the days

just never really worked for him. Jake would begin to feel restless if he did

city floor, and the days blended together as the months passed. Jake just did alchemy day in and day out. Every “break” he took was going to one of the arenas and getting some points

could fight there once a day versus monsters. One could also fight other people, but it didn’t

be teleported into the middle of the arena, where a timer of one hour would begin. Monsters would then enter the arena, and as long as you killed all that were alive, more would come. This meant that someone more powerful would manage to

based on the monsters you killed. Overall, Jake only saw this arena as some good exercise, and it helped him practice finishing foes faster. Sylphie and the Fallen King naturally went to this arena every day,

little compared to just crafting. There were different facilities in the city that one could work for by assisting natives with all sorts of tasks. The Fallen King had found one that asked

and Druid class, but that did not make her any less of a crafter. It was only on this floor that Jake learned Dina had an amazing technique to make what was effectively genetically modified plants. She would communicate with herbs to accomplish this, and through this, she created many different plants that Jake had never seen or

entering Nevermore, she could then sell these crossbreeds. However, Jake and she quickly discovered that if they used materials they had gathered inside Nevermore in

could be spoken to and negotiated with, and Jake did see some people get away with more Minaga Coins than he would

magic was also not an option,

They were all A-grades.

to avoid people manipulating them with skills… so Jake guessed it made sense. Luckily for Jake, he never planned on manipulating them; he just sold his alchemical creations. Someone who could still kind of “manipulate” them was the final member of Jake’s party… because the old man had taken the coin lead by quite a margin through selling paintings. It

That the old man was only seven thousand coins off seemed totally fair. That Jake,

Current Minaga Coins: 184,190/214,000

they weren’t gonna break that record that was mentioned to them, that is for sure. This meant they had spent well over two years within Nevermore so far, with nearly half the

products every day was quite good when it came to

Viper] has reached level 211 - Stat points allocated,

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