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.

do this, she would have to borrow the status of her Teacher, but she also wanted to go there with her head held high. The most powerful people in the clan were C-grades,

to go and “save” them. She wanted

“turning point,” so to say. Even if she was no longer a slave, her profession and class both bore marks of her

had become and not just her status as the student of the

the grand scheme of things… but it was perhaps the first goal

first goal of

so

because they had eaten too much and had

Order of the Malefic

to feel better after a few days, only

all the evil people having given Sandy too much stuff to

totally okay with the current situation

job kind of sucked before the system. At least most people seemed to think so. Not Jake, though. In fact, he had very much liked

home, and relax until he had to sleep to get up for work the next day.

passed, that Jake could truly understand how much life had sucked for him back then. How boring and meaningless

at alchemy. He still needed to always try and keep himself busy, and sitting still just never really worked for him. Jake would begin to feel restless if he did nothing for too long, so even when he was on “holiday”

calmer periods of his life, both before and after the integration. Life was incredibly simple here on the city floor, and the days blended together as the months passed. Jake just did alchemy

as Minaga had said, then one could fight there once a day versus monsters. One could also fight other people,

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 kill far more monsters than anyone else. It also had to be mentioned that the arena was for

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, and it had become their primary source of income. Both of

the arena, but it gave 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 for help with soul-related rituals that gave decent coins, while Sylphie helped craft natural treasures using her weird green wind. Jake had no idea how all that worked, but he let them do

an odd one out in their party. She did not have a profession, only her Dryad race and Druid class, but that did not make her any less of a crafter. It was only on this floor

she quickly discovered that if they used materials they had gathered inside Nevermore in crafting, the Brokers

These Brokers could be spoken to and negotiated with, and Jake did see some people get away

not really work that well, though. Illusion magic or any kind of mental magic was also not an option, as these Brokers had

They were all A-grades.

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 turned out that creations with purely subjective

Totally not. That the old man was only seven thousand coins off seemed totally fair. That Jake, who had

Current Minaga Coins: 184,190/214,000

that is for sure. This meant they had spent well over two years within Nevermore so far, with nearly half the time

turned out that just grinding out alchemy products every day

reached level 211 - Stat

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