The Primal Hunter

”I told you it would be easy, didn’t I?” Artemis grinned as Jake entered her mansion. Without even thinking about it, he had just headed there by default when he thought about “going home.”

Jake did feel a bit bad about bailing on Owen and Polly, but after his match, he saw the two of them walking around hand in hand. They looked like they were in their own little world, so, in reality, wasn’t Jake just being a good friend by not following them like a third wheel? Yep, definitely.

“You did, you did,” Jake nodded. “But I also expected it to be on the easier side from the moment I learned Umbra was an opponent in the Colosseum. Assassins just don’t have a good time against me.”

A statement that was true even before the system based on the life of Sim-Jake.

“I reckon that for most people, she will be considered the hardest. She is a nasty opponent that you need proper preparations to win against when you can’t rely on your usual senses,” Artemis nodded as she looked to be in thought. “But… you did destroy here more thoroughly than I had expected. It wasn’t even a fight. It was just pure domination from start to end, with her unable to do anything but try and learn the limits of your abilities, and from the looks of it, she wasn’t even able to do that.”

“I am indeed awesome; thanks for noticing,” Jake smiled teasingly.

“Your awesomeness may cause you issues, though. The recording of your fight with Umbra will definitely make its way back to her, and when it does, she will have a keen interest in you. Your Bloodline is a threat to her Path, and she definitely won’t risk you running loose without at least keeping track of you. So watch out for if she entices people close to you to join the Court, and-“

“A bit late for that,” Jake shook his head. “She discovered me during my Tutorial. Pretty damn fast, too, as I got an item related to her. After that, she likely wanted to recruit me, but I joined up with the Malefic Viper, so she missed her shot. A shot that then ended up hitting my little brother from the looks of it, giving him a Blessing from Umbra, the Legacy of some dead god called Tenlucis, and even made him a Judge.”

Artemis stared at him with wide eyes for a while before she smiled and tilted her head. “Either you two siblings are both utter monsters… or she values you that highly…”

Jake already knew it was the latter. While Caleb was good and pretty damn talented, he wasn’t a pinnacle genius on his own. He could become close, but he just wasn’t on the same level as someone like Eron, the Sword Saint, Carmen, or Arnold. All of these people would have reached greatness no matter who backed them or who they knew.

“Which one do you think it is?” Jake asked.

“First off, you are a Bloodline Patriarch, right?”

“Yeah,” Jake nodded. There really was no reason to hide it, as anyone who checked out his parents and brother would easily confirm it.

“Then, seeing as he doesn’t have your Bloodline and going by pure statistics, I will say it’s the latter,” Artemis said, sighing. “You are really a complete monster for her to want positive relations with you so much.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Jake smiled.

to him and grasped his clothes as she

a long and arduous journey to recovery using the healing pool with Artemis, soon found himself back in the arena. It had only been four days since his fight with Umbra, and he had only really needed to regenerate all his resources

Points were all stupidly expensive and severely outdated. As in, most of them were created decades ago. The Warmaster was apparently someone who became a Champion a long time ago, and he wasn’t

her to appear as she would also get her memories back like Artemis, but that didn’t happen. Then again, that Phoenix Queen lady had also survived their battle and hadn’t appeared again. He didn’t know for sure she was a god before, but Artemis

was the odd one for hanging out with Jake after their

went up to the one in charge of scheduling all his fights. As usual,

smiled the moment he saw Jake. “It’s damn impressive if I say so myself. You are the first in quite a few years, and your run has been quite a sight, with

said, I have six down and only one Champion to go. There is no

head. “Let me check in with him

he wondered who the last opponent would be. Warmaster sounded like it could be someone from Valhal like Gudrun, but then again, every single

got an answer. He is ready to go

said. “That was fast. So it begins in two hours like

said with a slightly mischievous grin. “Now,

Jake said as he finally put two

he should have probably seen

for these Champion fights,” the Battlemaster said with a smile.

“Do your

Warmaster said as he began to talk toward one of the tunnels

at him enter the tunnel, Jake shook his head as he headed for his own tunnel. What a plot twist for the Battlemaster to actually be a Champion himself! Though it definitely wasn’t as shocking as the revelation that Minaga was actually a

himself! Now, only one man stands in his way. A master of war and our very own Battlemaster here at the Colosseum of Mortals. For years, he has guided fighters toward

practical clothes and simple garments, had switched them for a set of full plate armor while he wielded a sword and a shield. He walked into the arena with heavy steps, and Jake had to admit his aura

had scheduled their fight and started… nine minutes after it had been scheduled, the stands had still been filled to the brim. It made no sense at all, and Jake was honestly getting tired of constantly questioning it. The feeling of annoyance just lived rent-free

empty compliment, either… Jake was utterly certain not a single piece of equipment or weapon

came from,” the Warmaster smiled. “Now, let us fight with our best and hold nothing back. I have seen your fights already, and

as he jumped back while he

speed as his boots lit up with mana, signifying he used some enchantment on them. Jake wasn’t taken by surprise as he quickly shot an arrow that the man deflected with ease using his shield as he closed in on Jake, who couldn’t move backward as fast as

next wasn’t something he had expected. The sword he presumed to be of legendary rarity began to crack all over mid-swing with red fractures as it

block whatever he could, but a few wayward fragments still hit him. Meanwhile, the Warmaster

time as he engaged but found the Warmaster fighting like a normal person for a few moments as they exchanged blows. He was very defensive, though, and hid behind his shield at all times, never truly giving Jake the chance to land a blow. Despite his heavy armor, he remained incredibly flexible and quickly moved his weapon and shield like a true expert. The man clearly knew how to use his