The Primal Hunter

”I already told them to go fuck themselves,” the short-haired woman said with a shrug. “Turns out that when the big boss is backing you, everyone else also just backs down. Funny how that works.”

“My interpretation is that you just like to create chaos and political uproar,” Jake grinned.

“Who gives a shit?” Carmen said, clearly not caring much.

“Well, not me in particular,” Jake shrugged as he looked at the pugilist that had come by to visit. This was not her first time coming by, either, as she had barged in – or at least tried to, only to be stopped by a system-made barrier – the day she arrived on the city floor.

Through his sphere, he also saw others slowly making their way over to their chosen meeting spot, with the next to arrive likely being the Sword Saint.

“Davian is still being a bitch complaining about people talking,” Carmen sighed, clearly annoyed as she looked at Jake casually mix some stuff into the cauldron. She herself was also fidgeting with some weird stone figurine in her hand.

“Shouldn’t the talk have died down by now? What are they even saying at this point?” Jake asked, not caring overly much about what people were saying.

“It’s quite romantic, actually,” an old man said as he appeared in the doorway. “A real Romeo and Juliet tale. Two souls from opposite sides of a conflict, their love seeking to overcome even the will of the gods. I am sure books of such a forbidden love shall be written.”

“Hey, old man, wanna test how strong those bones of yours are? The ones in your face in particular,” Carmen shot back as she turned to him.

“No, I am quite confident my feeble old bones are not fit to match the fist of a Runemaiden,” the Sword Saint chuckled. “And would it lighten your mood to know this rumor is not exclusive to you two?”

“Oh?” Jake asked, confused. He had to admit he was not up-to-date on the latest gossip, but considering the old man nearly had enough Minaga Coins for his toll, he seemed to have some more time.

“An even more unbelievable and romantic tale,” the Sword Saint said as he went over and took a seat. “Imagine the scene. Two lovers even before the initiation, but in the final moments before the universe changes, one of them sadly perishes… only for the system to arrive and allow them to return to life. Both are thrust into their own Tutorials, neither aware of how the other is doing or even that they live… but the moment they arrive back on the same planet, they find themselves part of warring factions, with one now even a Risen.”

“Wait,” Jake said, but the Sword Saint raised a hand.

“Could you imagine the pain these two poor souls must feel? To finally be reunited, only to discover their love is forbidden. Even so, it refuses to fade, no matter how they try… and when they once more encounter each other within Nevermore, free from the oppression and influence of their factions, love blossoms stronger than ever before,” the old man, spinning quite the tale.

“You can’t be serious, right?” Jake questioned, knowing who he was talking about.

Smiling, the old man pulled out a painting from his spatial storage. Jake looked at it for one moment as he nearly choked and momentarily lost control of his mana.

The painting depicted two people Jake knew quite well. One was an extremely handsome man with loose robes and deep blue eyes. He had a white rose in his hand as he held it out in a romantic gesture while staring intensely into the eyes of the other person across from him. Opposite stood a pale man with hesitation in his eyes, looking shy as he held a black robe behind his back, his clothes also halfway undressed for some reason.

Who else could the painting depict but Jacob and Casper? Highly stylized versions of them, anyway.

“You seriously painted that?” Carmen asked in disbelief.

“Naturally,” the Sword Saint nodded proudly.

“It’s pretty good,” she nodded.

“Seriously?” Jake raised an eyebrow.

brute, but I can appreciate good art when

practically fanart,” Jake protested, pointing at the painting as he turned to look at its painter. “And why the hell did you

Minaga Coins, of course,” the old man answered, flashing a large smile. “Recently, paintings on this topic have been trendy, and the Brokers gladly buy them for high prices, especially as the

bloody bored are people?” Jake had a damn hard time understanding. “I would ask if people also wrote fanfiction, but from your smirk, I am just going to assume the answer is yes… how the hell

be someone from Earth to know about their relationship before the system.

Jake said, his mouth

I first

isn’t the Risen and Holy Church pissed?

to either

ago, I

wildfire since, with the prices still spiking. They should reach a zenith within the

that painting can

course not,” the old man shook his head. “I

and Jacob were indeed arriving within the minute. Considering the two were not walking together when they arrived at the hotel, Jake did find it suspicious that they arrived within thirty seconds of

was something to those

the hallway as

guy who spread this bullshit…” Casper spoke loudly from outside. “And you said

did, and there was some effect for a while, but not much. At this point, I fear that denial will only

lifted a finger to his lips

enter, he

announced them loudly as they walked in together. “Coming from a

“Shouldn’t throw stones when you live in a greenhouse. Aren’t

glass house,” Jacob sighed. “And at least there is

you make me want to punch both of you in the face,” Carmen smiled as she looked at Jacob. “You especially,

not a con,” Jacob shook

the Primordial Church is not a cult of fanatics,” Carmen snorted. “Let’s not beat around the bush; the Holy Church is a fucking

here,” the Sword Saint shook

known Jacob before the system, he too would be far less inclined to engage

coming,” Jake commented as he saw two others approach. Caleb would naturally also participate in their little meeting, and he had even brought along Maria, who Jake hadn’t met up with before. He did know she had arrived on the floor, having gone to the ceremony at the Order and all, but that didn’t mean he

kind – but it was certain that it functioned as a nice gathering spot of geniuses. The record set by Jake’s party had even been broken about eight months back by a group from the United Tribes,

the Holy Church had done it, considering

finally catch up with everyone, despite it not being that long for many of them. Jacob did feel a bit out of place at times, but

of blasphemy was definitely going on, that was

Sylphie and the Fallen King would not join them, partly because they were busy gathering more Minaga Coins to catch up but also because they wouldn’t fit in. Matteo had

actually bother. It was the healer that had mysteriously disappeared from Earth only to reappear at Nevermore with the Dao Sect. He had arrived with a party that

last person invited. Arnold would also have been, but he had yet to reach the city floor. Jake only heard about that group from scouts placed by the Court of Shadows, and the weird void party apparently stopped on every single city floor for quite a while and engaged with the Challenge Dungeons there before moving on. An odd strategy, but the entire theme of Arnold’s party was being weird as fuck, so

what Jake could see. The moment he entered the hallway

to restrain himself as he nearly instinctively jumped the healer. Jacob went to greet Eron, but Jake remained seated as he clenched his fists,

breath and forced down the feeling. He knew where it was coming from too. As the wielder of a cursed weapon, one he had even tethered to his soul, it was natural to be influenced