The Primal Hunter

”Valdemar is a fucking monster in human form, plain and simple,” Artemis said in between her bites of food. ” Mind you, I am not saying that he is the Grand Champion, but if that is the case, you have quite the battle ahead of you, and, well… be happy you have multiple lives.”

Jake nodded, fully knowing that was the case as he chilled in the healing pool a bit away. ”Say, if you fought this theoretical Grand Champion version of Valdemar… how would you rate your chances?”

”Well, if we fought a hundred times…” Artemis said, pausing for dramatic effect. ”I would probably be able to not die within a minute in at least some of them.”

”That strong?” Jake muttered to himself.

”I just told you he is a fucking monster. Valdemar is a being no one dares mess with in the entire multiverse. Other Primordials steer clear for the most part, and no faction wants to risk pissing him off. You must understand that even among those deemed his equals, he stands out. Most Primordials are diverse fighters. They have other essential pursuits. Their Paths include nurturing their factions, crafting, alchemy, research into magical concepts, dungeon engineering, or even making freaking pocket watches… but Valdemar only does a bit of casual brewing. He is the only Primordial that is just a pure warrior, through and through,” Artemis explained.

Jake remembered having gotten a similar explanation from Villy at some point, but Artemis just hammered it home. He remembered the thoughts he had of Valdemar that had made Carmen kind of angry… but they still rang true.

”He is really just a guy with an axe,” Jake said, mostly to himself.

”Calling a Primordial just ”a guy with an axe” doesn’t sound like something even the Chosen of another Primordial should do,” Artemis said as she threw Jake a sharp gaze as she had stopped eating.

”Doesn’t make it any less true,” Jake shrugged as he looked at Artemis. ”Nothing’s wrong with being simple. Simplicity is good. There is power in removing all complications and just having the core of a concept left.”

”Your phrasing still sounded borderline heretical,” Artemis said, with a slight tinge of concern in her voice.

”Only borderline?” Jake smirked. ”Isn’t it downright heretical to have a Challenge Dungeon where the objective is to beat up gods as a mortal?”

”That is different. All images are here with consent from the one who placed them here, with the express intent of having them used as opponents. And despite being a god on the outside, I am not a god in here. If I were a god, you wouldn’t be able to even talk to me like this or stand straight in my presence, something I am sure you are quite aware of. No, the only reason you can even have this conversation and treat me as an equal being is because we are both made to be level 0,” Artemis sighed. ”That’s just how the multiverse works.”

Jake smiled a bit to himself. Yeah… that was how it worked for everyone besides him. ”Eh, it’s how it works until someone comes along where it doesn’t work like that anymore. There is a first for everything, right?”

Artemis looked at him suspiciously for a moment as she smiled. ”I kind of hope that’s the case so you don’t become a disappointing mess when my true self inevitably seeks you out. I would find that very unappealing.”

”Time will tell, time will tell,” Jake waved her off. ”For now… this simple hunter has to focus on preparing to fight a simple warrior.”

Jake made sure he was fully ready to face Valdemar before he sought out the Battlemaster. He created his regular arrows, made his special arrow, and recovered his resources. There really wasn’t more than that he could do, seeing as gathering information was not really a thing.

Not due to a lack of information, mind you.

He had met up with Polly and Owen, who were now definitely officially dating, as they went out and celebrated him reaching the Grand Champion rank. Artemis had come along too and found it amusing how Jake interacted with the dungeon-created characters, but he hadn’t paid that any mind.

Polly had agreed to help gather some more information and, after a few days, had returned with a lot of eyewitness accounts, written records, and plenty of other snippets of information. What didn’t exist was recordings, though Jake had a suspicion that recordings wouldn’t help much going by the other intel.

than teach him about Valdemar’s fighting style, everything he gathered was just hyping Valdemar up as a true final boss who was seemingly borderline unbeatable. Jake was very excited to find out if

in his usual spot, wearing the same clothes and

recovered well, huh?”

worse,” he waved him off. ”It was an enjoyable fight, though I doubt I

and shook his head. Maybe the guy shouldn’t have a fighting style that revolved around blowing up your

can already guess why you are here. To issue your

Jake nodded. ”How does it

upon becoming Grand Champion didn’t outline the procedures for challenging the Grand Champion but just

will be scheduled for fifteen days later. No ifs or buts from either party. A Grand Champion match is simply so

only be fifteen days and seriously had to strain himself to not call out the horrible excuse for the set

issue the challenge here and

a few seconds passed before he spoke. ”It

you got any advice you want to volunteer? Any tips or tricks for the fight?” Jake asked

advice… know when to surrender. Even if you do not win, you

an option. Jake had nine lives to spend, after all. Of course, he really hoped he wouldn’t have to use all of them… but doing it on

forest close to Artemis’ mansion for some more archery practice with a literal hunter goddess as

passed as the entire city close to the Colosseum was buzzing. The bars held special promotions, a small festival of sorts was held in the center square, and s of ”The Doombringer vs. The Warrior” were

didn’t partake in many of the festivities as he focused on training until the fateful day arrived, when he found himself back in the Colosseum, standing before the large hallway leading into the arena. Owen, Polly, and even the Battlemaster had joined him

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luck, Jake. Show that Warrior what

approach and feel him out before you try

just shrugged… which wasn’t much better than Artemis, who had told him

my best,” Jake smiled as the timer reached zero, and it was time for him to go. The tunnel felt longer than

was equally excited. Memories of the vision he had seen during Path of the Heretic-Chosen flashed in his mind. The absolute power of Valdemar, his overwhelming fighting

heard the loud cheers of the audience as the large arena soon appeared before his eyes. It was the same as usual, with the large stone pillars spread

toward the area where the other

hasn’t

only one man standing. One, a Warrior who has never lost a fight, and the other, a man who has brought doom to anyone unlucky enough to face him during his rapid ascend through the ranks. A true Doombringer… who today shall meet someone who does not know doom. Who will come out on

lowered on the other end of the arena to show the empty entrance. He walked a few steps

edge of an axe. The second thing he saw was the bearded man he recognized immediately from the vision with the Malefic Viper, and as his entire

a single weapon in the axe swung over his shoulder as he slowly entered the arena, and

only taken them further and further toward the ideal of making them the ultimate

the feeling that the being before him transcended any other ideal. His body was perfectly designed to fight, every powerful muscle hiding explosive power. Jake knew that the human body had some innate limitations… but he felt not an iota of

stared at Valdemar, Valdemar stared back at him as he spoke, not even the Grand Champion fight free

it, you are even one of the younglings trying for the Leaderboards, eh?” Valdemar said with a