The Primal Hunter

Jake had invited death nine times to learn about Valdemar and hopefully find a path to victory. He had done everything with the goal of somehow winning and defeating Valdemar, and in all honesty, he could see a scenario where he would have accepted his loss.

That is until he realized Valdemar had never truly taken him seriously. He had, through his own will, increased his fighting aura to a level far above anything he had done in the fight prior. Jake hadn’t forced him to either… he had just done it to show Jake how truly powerful he was. It probably wasn’t to make Jake despair, but just because Valdemar liked to show off, but to Jake, it felt like all his struggles had been for naught.

Again and again, Jake had underestimated the power of Valdemar’s Transcendent skill. Till the very end, he never saw the Primordial’s true limits while inhabiting a level 0 body… but then again, did Jake ever really give it his all?

As Valdemar had said, they were just in a Challenge Dungeon. Nothing was authentic in there. There was no true death, but just a potential loss of some points or a lost attempt on a hard opponent. Compared to experiencing the end of your own existence, it was completely meaningless. The stakes were too low… and perhaps this was where Valdemar truly set himself apart from Jake. Because at that very moment, when Valdemar used his final strike, Jake became certain that Valdemar truly was in control of his Transcendence. At least enough to “fool” it into recognizing the battle as one with real stakes.

But Jake…

With every death, he had restrained and stopped his final survival instinct… the final act of his Bloodline to allow him to survive. He got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that using it was a final act of desperation and not something to casually do. Jake was confident that had this been the real world, his Bloodline would have reacted without even giving Jake a chance to stop it, but here, with no genuine danger, he had a choice.

Every prior time, Jake had chosen to suppress it and not take a massive unknown risk by unleashing something best saved for a true moment of desperation. However, this time… this time, Jake was done holding anything back as he wanted to show Valdemar everything he had. So when the Bloodline came knocking, rather than restrain it this time, he let it loose with that one thought:

Fuck it.

The moment he did, time itself seemed to stop. Valdemar’s massive golden axe looked as if it moved at a snail’s pace… and then he felt a heavy heartbeat. It echoed throughout the arena as a pulse reverberated through his body. A pulse of unknown energy released directly from somewhere deep within Jake’s Truesoul. It did not stop simply when it hit the edges of his physical body but spread out. A hundred meters, two hundred, five hundred… it continued hundreds of kilometers all around him. It was incredibly vast, yet a familiar range.

Because the pulse released had filled not just Jake’s body but his entire Sphere of Perception – the range he could usually only see with Pulse of Perception, too.

Right as the realization struck him, Jake’s vision went black. Then sound died, all smells disappeared, and he no longer even felt his own body or could taste the blood in his own mouth. For a mere moment, all his senses were gone as if he was struck in some void, and then…

Only clarity.

Every detail, every sound, taste… the feeling of the heat of the sun, countless grains of sand touching his body as it had gotten stuck under his torn clothes… not a single thing was missing. He felt it all. His usually heightened senses had reached a new level above anything else before, and as Jake stared up at the axe descending toward him, he saw not just the fighting aura but what existed between him and the axe - the mana in the air, the concepts that constituted the reality the axe was traveling through.

Raising a hand, Jake didn’t think much but simply sent out a small whisp of energy infused with his will. It merged into nothingness as the golden axe momentarily seemed to disappear from sight. At nearly exactly the same time, the ground around Jake exploded, golden fighting aura ravaging the entire middle of the arena, except for one small area around Jake.

Standing there completely unharmed, he looked up casually as what looked like a small black dot in space still floated for a few seconds where Jake had commanded the whisp of energy to move. Like a dead pixel on a screen, there was simply nothing there, and when the axe had pierced through this spot, a part of it had met the same fate as everything else when it simply ceased to exist, allowing none of the golden energy to ever reach Jake.

Time still seemed to move at a crawl as Jake slowly stood. Slowly, because he simply couldn’t move his body fast enough to keep up with how he perceived reality. By the same the erupted sand fell down, reality had mended itself as the black dot was gone. Gone, but not forgotten.

was more like it just opened up by itself?” Valdemar said, confused. “What did

answer but instead looked at his opponent

a taunt or a provocation. It was simply the time it would take

out, Jake addressed that flaw first. With a thought, the sand around him rose into the air and began disintegrating as the grains returned to Origin and became pure energy that Jake casually commanded into his body. Within a

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just been staring, suddenly displayed a light smile as he

arcane energy the very next second. His arcane energy, which usually took on a pinkish-purple color, turned a darker shade as it almost became red. Sparks appeared in his vicinity, yet his body didn’t seem to burn with energy. There was no fancy display outside of crackling discharge

admit, especially when it seemed too easy to control now. It was so simple to tame as the energy followed his every whim now, as the world lay bare to his

in his hand, condensed from the environmental mana. The same level of inadequacy proved true for the scattered arrows in the sand as he condensed an arrow and

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still even if he had welcomed the attack. Roaring golden energy filled the arena as he charged forward faster and stronger than ever before, as the luster that made him look like a golden god had simply never fully faded. Jake rapidly shot his arrow as he infused

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with his axe, but Jake found humoring Valdemar’s attempt to make this a direct clash of power laughable. Even now, he knew he stood before a man with far more pure raw power than Jake could

the head of the axe, and even Valdemar’s attempt to block his face with an

blasted back by the condensed arcane mana and flew more than a dozen meters back and hit the back wall of the arena, sending stone blasting out. Jake considered shooting another arrow with the same power but

to do something like that again. It was unfortunate he was in this state, but it would have to make do for now. Without any useless hesitation, Jake charged forward as two katars of

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faster than before as space itself seemed to give way,

next moment as a massive golden crescent wave shot out. With little difficulty, Jake jumped over

burned on his body, but his golden aura was as strong as ever. With a roar and almost fanatic gaze, he also

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funny. With his heightened sense of perception, even the axe seemed to move relatively slowly now, though it was still the fastest

positioned his second katar for Valdemar to punch into. The hand began to glow golden, and at the very last moment, Jake chose to abandon his attempt to counter as he instead avoided the punch entirely. If he hadn’t, Jake would have likely cut off one or two of Valdemar’s fingers but lost a hand himself in return. He had

sense of control was everywhere the golden fighting aura touched. Valdemar’s Transcendent skill created the type of energy that Jake simply had no way of ever touching or affecting, as it belonged to Valdemar and Valdemar alone. He was its Origin and its creator, and there was

roar, releasing a shockwave of golden energy that only managed to slow down the arrows that all hit him in the back and

felt a heavy strain as he did so. His clarity was wavering, but he had to maintain it for at least a little longer. Valdemar was far more prepared for the second barrage of arrows which were all coming for his right side, where he wielded the axe. Jake also attacked in tandem with these arrows, his attack seemingly with the intent of limiting Valdemar’s ability to swing his axe by potentially putting the entire

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right side, he didn’t notice what was going on to his left. Lying partly covered in sand, not even four meters away from them, was an arcane spike from Jake’s quasi-Protean Arrow he