The Primal Hunter

The Sword Saint had joked about them not wanting to see each other’s faces anymore, and while Jake wouldn’t have phrased it like that… it wasn’t that far off from how he actually felt.

Not to misunderstand. Jake liked his party. Sylphie was naturally always a joy, and Dina liked to stick by herself when possible, so she was also great. And, sure, the Fallen King could be a bit uptight, and the Sword Saint liked to take on the demeanor of an old lecturer, but things had been good overall if he said so himself.

However, he also had to recognize that some alone time was more than welcome. While he did get some time alone here and there while on the different floors, they were still always connected through their Golden Marks and had frequent check-ins.

Now, in the Challenge Dungeons, Jake was back to it being just him, and he was all for it. He did recognize that there would likely be other characters in there, but no people he had to actually interact with outside of the bare minimum unless he wanted to. He didn’t have to consider social decorum much and could just go with the flow and focus on whatever challenges appeared before him.

After saying his temporary farewells to his party members, he entered his very first Challenge Dungeon.

Nevermore Challenge Dungeon Entered!

Jake only managed to read this single part of the welcome message as he was assaulted by a wave of weakness. His legs lost strength, and he fell to his knees. He felt his knee hit the stone, and a tinge of pain hit him as the rough linen now covering his body didn’t help much.

Wait, pain?

How could hitting his knee like that hurt him? What was going on…

As he was trying to figure things out, he luckily had a system message that explained everything.

You have entered the Colosseum of Mortals. A battleground for the weak where only the truly skilled will prevail.

As a new arrival, you are nothing but a New Blood that must prove himself in the arena. Fight, conquer, and advance through the ranks as you qualify for promotion matches. Who knows, perhaps one day you may even become the Champion.

During this Challenge Dungeon, all base stats are normalized and set to 10. Base stats cannot be increased while in the Colosseum of Mortals. All current items and equipment have been confiscated and shall be returned upon exiting the Challenge Dungeon. All usage of items and equipment is heavily restricted. All skill use is heavily restricted. Further restrictions may apply.

Objective: Achieve victory in the Colosseum as many times as possible.

Current objective: Be promoted from New Blood to Initiate Fighter

Current rank: New Blood (0/5)

Colosseum Points: 0

Lives remaining: 10

Jake read through it all and had a pretty damn good idea what this was, and the name Colosseum of Mortals also made quite a bit more sense now.

This was the kind of Challenge Dungeon where one couldn’t just take advantage of overpowering everything with pure stats, high rarity skills, or great equipment. It was one where everyone was equal, no matter their Path, and it was all about skill.

Well, kind of. Because upon looking at this updated Status, something didn’t quite add up.

Status

Name: Jake Thayne

Race: [Human (G) – 0]

Class: N/A

Profession: N/A

Health Points (HP): 170/170

Mana Points (MP): 170/170

Stamina: 160/160

Stats

Strength: 16

Agility: 18

Endurance: 16

Vitality: 17

Toughness: 16

Wisdom: 17

Intelligence: 16

Perception: 20

Willpower: 16

stats were set to 10? Jake questioned, confused. While he was not a math Wizz, he was pretty sure none of those numbers were the number 10. However, he soon realized what was going on. Base stats had

at the rest of his status menu, he did indeed see that while all of his class and profession skills were gone, his titles were

XV], [Dungeon Pioneer VI], [Prodigious Slayer of the Mighty], [Kingslayer], [Nobility: Marquess], [Progenitor of the 93rd Universe], [Prodigious Arcanist], [Perfect Evolution (D-grade)], [Premier Treasure Hunter], [Myth Originator], [Progenitor of Myriad Paths], [Mythical Prodigy], [Perfect Evolution

didn’t count, but all percentage amplifiers did. This meant that Jake had far higher stats than

least his race skills were mostly the

Tongues of the Myriad Races (Unique)], [Legacy of Man (Unique)], [Wisdom of

the same. Wisdom of the Hunter still gave him a percentage amplifier to some of his stats, and Shroud of the Primordial was completely unaffected. At least, he assumed it

untouched. One thing that, even when Jake did Villy’s Challenge Dungeon, wasn’t affected

[Bloodline of the Primal Hunter (Bloodline Ability

area more than three-hundred kilometers in diameter was revealed to him. His mind was absolutely fine, too, as even if the system had nerfed him, it had left his

around it. A barrier that only let through whatever the system allowed – with the Bloodline having a nice

have the problem that properly memorizing the entire mental map was difficult, but at least he got an idea of where to go. Not that he needed it, as a young man approached him from behind, walking down the cobblestone road

Jake with a light-hearted smile.

gone, and switched for a simple linen shirt and pants. Having the mask gone kind of sucked, but he would manage. Looking at the young man, he smiled in

small pamphlet. Jake graciously accepted it as the young man asked: “Wanna go together and see the Battlemaster to sign as

Challenge Dungeon, Jake naturally agreed with a smile as the cheery-looking man told him all he

how

to be utterly incapable of seeing the

pure power. The individuals doing it shall be returned to their starting point, only empowered by rare stat percentage modifiers, and, through the directive of the system, face opponents,” the Wyrmgod said, partly explaining the

have been borderline impossible,” Vilastromoz nodded. He was already aware of how these kinds of Challenge Dungeons worked himself, having tried to make quite a few in the past. He also knew the biggest

scoffed. “People say I am impossible, but have you ever tried balancing a Challenge Dungeon like that? Actually impossible. Everyone has different starting points and grades in which they begin… on-the-fly adaptation and individualization is required, making no two Colosseum of Mortals

Unique Lifeform in his party would start as a level 100, as he was born in D-grade, making that his starting grade. All the other restrictions would still apply, such as those on skills, but he would have normalized stats

the special Unique Lifeform title. Even if the Wyrmgod wanted balance, absolute balance within the dungeon was never the goal, hence why

born at level 0, yes, but that did not make her an F-grade at any point. No, she was truly a far higher grade. One she hadn’t even reached yet. Hence the system would simply make her level

the integrity of the Leaderboards, even if everyone ended up ultimately facing entirely different individualized versions

was all handled by the

do you usually use, Jake?” Owen asked as they walked toward the Quartermaster. “My old man trained me

bows and katars, but I have also used swords and knives for a bit. Oh, and a staff on rare

most other people. In fact, Jake couldn’t place anything off about him at all, to the level of him needing to confirm he wasn’t actually a real person by

very uninterested Battlemaster who told them that if they wanted to fight, they had to go talk to the Quartermaster about getting weapons and

kind of know how to use a pitchfork well. I once fought off

you said you know a few schools of magic,” Jake cheered him up. “I can only do

the young man nodded

with had left them right after meeting with the Battlemaster, by the way. It turned out the beast Jake had expected to be related to Owen in some way was just another fighter who

Quartermaster, Jake found that they could pretty much ask for any weapon or equipment they wanted and some-fucking-how, the guy would have it inside his store room. After a while of talking with the guy who looked like the