The Primal Hunter

“Were you nervous?” the dragon god in humanoid form asked as he looked at the black-scaled god sitting across from him. “Your Chosen did look to be in trouble quite a few times there. He was lucky his teammates were able to assure their victory.”

Vilastromoz looked at the Wyrmgod, who clearly enjoyed watching the recording. Yes, recording. A live feed was all well and good, but Jake knew when they were watching using that. With a recording, he would only know one person was looking while remaining unaware of all those who saw the recorded footage. It was a great workaround the Viper had noticed and begun taking advantage of a long time ago.

“If he hadn’t won, I would have been disappointed, though I do question if perhaps the difficulty has spiked more than in previous years,” Vilas wondered.

“Hey, I was being totally fair and equal!” the third person chimed in, sounding incredibly offended at the notion that he had upped the difficulty.

It was naturally Minaga, the creator of the floors. Though this version of him was of the divine variety.

“I never said you weren’t fair, just that the difficulty has grown,” the Viper shook his head.

“Maybe a bit,” Minaga admitted. “And, alright, you do have a point that not all challenges are equal, but I have to hold myself back too much that total equality is impossible, and slight variations can happen, you know? Or are you telling me to never have fun and do stuff like my little duel with the swordsman?”

The Viper looked at the Wyrmgod. “Have I complained about anything? Have I proposed any changes?”

“No,” his fellow Primordial shook his head. “You just made an observation.”

Minaga looked a bit between them. “Damn, you old guys teaming up against the poor unpaid dungeon engineer.”

“Do you wish to be employed?” the Wyrmgod asked with a raised eyebrow. “That could be arranged, with a proper contract in pla-“

“Figure of speech, figure of speech,” Minaga waved him off. “But hey, your Chosen is fun, if extremely infuriating. Though I guess you already know the suffering. That guy is just kind of crazy with that Bloodline of his.”

The Viper just smiled as he looked at the Unique Lifeform, not bothering to comment on how Minaga was the crazy one. Because in the eyes of many, himself included, Minaga was one of the craziest existences in the multiverse.

Minaga was a mistake born in the middle parts of the third era. At least Vilastromoz firmly believed he was a mistake, and the system seemed to agree based on no creature like him ever appearing again. Furthermore, the fact that the system had so uniquely limited the abilities of the Unique Lifeform meant that the sheer level of power from that one Unique skill was roughly estimated to be equal or superior to every single skill Minaga would have earned from when he was born in C-grade all the way to godhood. The only skills Minaga ever got were certain “earned” skills that were pretty much required, such as some related to godhood. However, he even lacked many basic skills and had things he couldn’t do, including giving Blessings.

However, he was still a Unique Lifeform. Just due to his sheer stats, he was able to overwhelm most foes at equal levels from birth, and even from birth, he could create clones of himself. About a dozen from what Vilastromoz estimated, with the number steadily growing as Minaga grew. By now, being a powerful god, the Viper had no idea how many clones he could have in total. However, if one included just the divine-level clones, he estimated it to be in the thousands.

And… this led to why the Malefic Viper believed Minaga was a mistake. The entire concept behind his existence was too much.

Vilastromoz had told Jake that Aeon was perhaps the hardest god in the multiverse to kill, and he still stood by that… but if he had to say who was the hardest to get rid of permanently, he would say Minaga. Minaga himself was strong, yes, but he was not a pinnacle god. At least Vilastromoz didn’t think so, but it was hard to know how powerful the highest-leveled clone was.

the problem was that in order to kill Minaga for good, you had to kill every single clone. There was the benefit that if you killed the currently highest-leveled clone, then Minaga would have to level up to that stage again, but that was in no way a permanent

rarely cared if people had hidden ways to try and survive, even if they killed their main bodies. He could track down any failsafe, any contingencies, and any avatars left behind. But for Minaga, that

when Minaga had just entered B-grade with his highest-leveled clone, he managed to piss off a god and, through that god, an entire pantheon. A late-tier B-grade ended up killing the Minaga clone, and they thought that was that… until a week later when a new clone appeared and wreaked havoc until it, too, was killed. A few days later, another clone appeared on a nearby planet and attacked the faction again. This kept happening with at least one attack every month. A few times, the Minaga clone did come to talk about maybe making peace, but every time he was killed. What exactly the faction believed they would accomplish, not even Vilastromoz in his infinite wisdom

these years, with their biggest accomplishment being a thousand years of peace after they believed they had killed off the final clone…

the end, the gods had capitulated to a mere A-grade mortal and made peace with their heads bowed. An absolutely ludicrous scenario that had only happened due to the stupidest of reasons. The entire conflict had been due to someone telling Minaga he should bow in the presence of a superior, something the Unique Lifeform had not liked, and told the other guy to stick his staff up his behind. They had attacked

into overdrive. Many factions approached MInaga, curious gods investigated him, and quite a

became a menace that ravaged dozens of pantheons for half an era. This was also when

already a nightmare, but they were ultimately limited by only being a single individual, even if they could make armies of avatars and

destroy Minaga. No faction dared make him an enemy, as Minaga had never once in history lost a single conflict. He would be a relentless force of destruction that would bear down on you infinitely, impossible to ever get rid

Viper could have seen to ever kill Minaga permanently was making sure he never made it to godhood. As he made clones, it meant that the age of the Truesoul was equal in all clones, so age would have still been his end if he failed to ascend. Now that he was

firmly believed Minaga was a mistake, even in the eyes of the multiverse. Because his unique cloning skill had led to

could never bring multiple copies or prior versions of an individual out of a dungeon.

Minaga. The way Minaga made clones was a bit similar to the energy Hive Queens used to create spawn or perhaps even what Jake expended to bring out

is where

maximum number of clones,

in dungeons can leave and remain unique, as their

clones in dungeons, and

exiting a dungeon, but if

the multiverse. No, it was certain he had that many just based on Nevermore.

Viper felt certain that Minaga was the most difficult being to kill off for good in the entire multiverse. Not for lack of trying either, as Minaga’s personality had made him quite an infamous figure. However, there was one being who had managed to forge a mutually beneficial relationship with this unique

is indeed exemplary,” the Wyrmgod said in a relaxed tone. “I have considered potential methods of limiting the scope of his powers within a given floor, but I find most solutions will have other unintended consequences. Seeing as his skills are mostly based on intuition, there truly are no simple solutions. I would not

system by introducing more advanced systems to work around it,

indeed,” the Wyrmgod nodded as he seemed

curiously. “That whole aura-resistance thing is a good lie and all, but we both know that the Bloodline is so all-encompassing it can’t be hidden forever and… well, why

else, they still only knew a bit of it. From what he had gathered,

it included a percentage amplifier to a stat. One that was even growing with every evolution. Even Jake didn’t understand why that portion mattered as

factions who came to you in the early days when they learned of your ability? The many pantheons who wanted you to join the moment you became a god?” the Viper answered

annoying, but Jake is already part of your social club,

outright… but that doesn’t mean they can’t become major

get it as the Wyrmgod zoned into the conversation again and sighed. “They seek his Bloodline in the way it can be obtained without having him join them directly: through the act of procreation. Suppose they succeed in getting him sufficiently attached to a member of their faction.