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.

but I can appreciate good art when

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

have been trendy, and the Brokers gladly buy them for high prices, especially as

time understanding. “I would ask if people also wrote fanfiction, but from your smirk, I am just

had to be someone from Earth to know about their relationship before the system. Additionally, they must have started this rumor and helped perpetuate it for

Jake said, his mouth open

I first give you credit for,” she said,

painting that qualifies as blasphemy. Also, isn’t the Risen and Holy Church pissed? Oh, and why the hell did none of them mention this is going on?”

last talk to either of them?” the

I would say?” Jake

should reach a zenith within the month, and hopefully, I should be able to collect the final coins by then. Or at least get very

that painting can fetch

his head. “I have a collection that I happened to

up as he didn’t wanna discuss the topic more. Casper and Jacob were indeed arriving within the minute. Considering the two were not walking together when they arrived at the hotel,

to

heard them talking in the hallway as they walked over,

guy who spread this bullshit…” Casper

effect for a while, but not much. At this point, I fear that denial will only strengthen the delusions of

kept complaining. Jake looked at the old man as he lifted a

them enter, he also couldn’t

loudly as

“Shouldn’t throw stones when you live

in a glass house,” Jacob sighed. “And at least there is some partial

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

not a con,” Jacob

not beat around the bush; the Holy Church is a fucking meatgrinder of souls to fuel the Holyland, nothing else, nothing

all political here,” the Sword Saint shook his

did not like Jacob. Jake couldn’t really blame her, either. Had Jake not known Jacob before the system, he too would be far less inclined to engage with the

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,

of them 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

of them had both only done the Demon Lord empowered with one artifact, making them get mocked a bit, while everyone else present had done it with all three on full power. Jake was kind of amazed the Holy Church had done it, considering Jacob was not a fighter, but he had shared that it was perfectly doable with Bertram able to revive. Having a guy who could use ultra-powerful items that would blow him up after

to 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,

lot of blasphemy was definitely going on, that was

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 also rejected the invitation due to not fitting in, with Bertram not going as he

Jake had not at all expected would 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 was not only hailed

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,

wear much equipment, based on what Jake could see. The moment he entered the hallway leading to the room, Jake felt something he had not felt for a while bubble up from deep inside of him. He frowned as he suddenly began

the doorway, Jake had to restrain himself as he nearly instinctively jumped the healer. Jacob

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 by it… but this was a first. Because looking at Eron, he