The Primal Hunter

Nevermore shook her head after she threw the young human out of the Challenge Dungeon. The instance of the dungeon he had been occupying was already dematerializing and getting recycled, with the only thing remaining the ten Creations he had submitted and his new personal domain.

Of the Creations, the arcane marble was by far the most interesting and would be a great item to absorb for the World Wonder. She also had plenty of thoughts on the one who had submitted it and his… peculiar nature. Nevermore also couldn’t help but find it funny he had asked about the 25% bonus as if it was something anyone ever expected to get. Though, it was hard to blame him, considering he had already obtained it two times.

Perhaps if he had spent longer, he could have reached the 25% he strived for, but she doubted it. If he had wanted to reach that evaluation, he would have had to thoroughly expand the scope of what he worked with. As an alchemist, he already had many different advantages, but, as odd as it sounds, his Bloodline became his ultimate limiter.

Alas, he had been one of the better ones for sure. Nevermore wouldn’t say she was disappointed at the lack of interest from most young geniuses when it came to crafting. It was a bit discouraging, though. Creation was, after all, one of the most important abilities one could ever have for spreading their Records.

This is also why she truly appreciated when someone showed up who was a true creator. Someone who didn’t merely achieve a high score through using their Bloodlines or Transcendents. That Chosen of Yip of Yore had already left a bad taste in her mouth with the way he had achieved his albeit impressive score.

Luckily, there had been one person also related to the Chosen of the Malefic Viper who had truly impressed her. A man without a Bloodline, Transcendant skill, or anything like that. Just a creative mind.

He didn’t even walk around with a title like the Chosen of the Malefic Viper but had simply gone by Arnold. He was a man who didn’t radiate the slightest arrogance or even confidence. He was a blank slate that seemed entirely unbothered with anything that didn’t interest him.

His actions were cold. The worlds were nothing more than a means of production to him, and despite the fact that the resources on the planets weren’t meant to be used for crafting, he had done so anyway. The student of the Viper’s Chosen had wiped out one of the worlds… Arnold had transformed all seven of them as he drained them all of their resources. Except for two, that is, which he deemed unsuitable for harvest. For those, he instead managed to tap into the energy powering the portals and absorbed all the energy that way, turning them into generators.

The Creations submitted had all been sublime and incredibly diverse. The man was not limited by affinities, nor did he limit his use of materials. The void-based Creations he submitted were all sights to behold, and the sheer scale of all his actions was beyond impressive. To turn the world that the Malefic Viper’s Chosen’s student had come from into what was effectively one big industrial planet within only two years didn’t even seem realistic for a C-grade, yet he had done it.

He achieved this through self-replicating constructs. He would make one construct that could then make others, which snowballed endlessly. Usually, this would not be possible, but their original Creator made it so by constantly remaining connected to them. He had a way of feeding them energy through a void-based connection, she didn’t doubt Oras had a hand in and allowed himself to effectively function as a central hub.

In many ways, he reminded Nevermore of the automata race. His mentality, approach to things, general lack of emotions, and analytical problem-solving technique… except he put them to shame with how extreme he took the concept. Moreover, he took full advantage of the fact he still remained a human and didn’t have the same limitations automata would have – primarily their severely lacking evolution and biological self-adaptation options.

Nevermore had told Jake that there were others out there who could also stand before a god unaffected without influence from his Bloodline. This man was one of them. It wasn’t because he was resistant to the difference between grades, nor that he didn’t recognize the gap. It was simply that he didn’t actively consider it a relevant factor to his interactions most of the time. To try and suppress him with a superior aura was like trying to shine a bright light to blind a man without eyes. He simply didn’t appear to have a brain that computed the difference like everyone else… which was probably also the reason he could carry the Legacy of Oras without breaking his mind:

It was already broken from the beginning.

Yet the Bound God saw nothing wrong with this. To be slightly broken was to be different, and in trade for parts of Arnold not functioning as one would expect, he gained a brilliant mind in turn.

Looking at the two of the most impressive Creations he had submitted, she felt in awe at both. One of them was one of the odd devices he had used to drain the energy of the portals. It was filled with odd void magic and had been capable of exploiting the endless energy provided by the system to keep the portals active. It was an item split in two, looking like two rings with a thin black thread between them, where one part entered the portal, and the other remained on the other side. At least it looked like that.

In fact, the two items were constantly switching positions countless times every single second. Every time something entered or exited the portal, a very faint wisp of energy would be released, an amount so little that it barely registered. However, there was still some energy. These two odd void rings would absorb this energy at every position swap. As they switched what had to be easily trillions of times every single second, the energy absorbed was astronomical, with every shred of it feeding into Arnold, who merely functioned as a conduit to spread it out to his other machines. At least, he did for a good while until he made the second Creation she looked at.

something called a control matrix. A device made to keep track of and – as the name implied – control everything else he had made. It was an item he repeatedly expanded upon during the entirety of House of the Architect, slowly

been legendary items and not bad legendary items

remarkable 20% score until the very last Creation that pushed him over the edge. With every item Arnold turned in, he had made exact replicas so he could

submission wasn’t merely an item but the entire system he had created. He had thoroughly made the entire House of the Architect his own, integrated every single Attendant, and set up automatic purchase orders with the Merit Point Store. He effectively exploited that putting together raw materials from the store

had done had been building toward a whole that, when it came together, allowed Arnold to produce whatever he wanted completely autonomously. He had created something that would persist even after he had left the Challenge Dungeon and submitted that as his final Creation. It wasn’t merely an item, but if Nevermore had to classify it as one, and considering all the parts in play, it would no doubt have been considered mythical

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everything the House of the Architect provided into consideration and integrated it into his grand plan proved he hadn’t simply pre-planned the entire thing before entering the Challenge Dungeon. Proof that he had simply relied on an incredibly high level of base skill to make everything happen, actively exploiting the dungeon

the realm of creation, no doubt about

He could go far, but he wasn’t truly a contender for the Nevermore Leaderboards, especially not with people like the Chosen of the Malefic Viper

in the final Challenge

god in

was getting tired of that horrible Challenge Dungeon. It sucked all the fun out of this otherwise wonderful viewing party!” Minaga complained loudly, waking many

for what had just been them focusing their attention elsewhere than the avatar in the room. The majority of them were only there to observe what the influential gods said,

the last two years or so, the Holy Mother, Blightfather, Valdemar, Malefic Viper, and Nature’s Attendant had all simply observed their own private livestreams of those they were interested in, and any communication had happened through telepathy. In truth, the only person the gods openly discussed was the Chosen of

others did. As they were in Nevermore anyway with an avatar, they had little excuse to not peek at how their C-grade prospects were doing. Valdemar and the Blightfatherdid also have a brief exchange when the young Ghost King known as Azal managed to gain Valdemar’s recognition within

member from one of the Primordial’s factions did something impressive, there had mostly been silence. That is until

why the rules are in place to restrict any viewing,” the

hell and anti-fun,” Minaga grumbled, clearly not a fan of the Bound

this dislike stemmed from the Bound God being what could best be described as a balancing voice in the World Wonder. She was the one who imposed restrictions on Minaga here and there, and as she spoke for the system, she had quickly become the boogieman in the Unique Lifeform’s

the Creations submitted?” Vilastromoz asked. ”The information she can give, I

do, so why is she being such a stickler with things like that? In my opinion, the right to privacy is a scam and not something anyone needs. Heck, look at me. I’ve never been alone for a

first time I remember seeing this one. Minaga’s Labyrinth was too, but at least that one was easy

Paths, especially the non-humanoid ones. Even when we added a beast

Minaga chimed

”Courier,” the Wyrmgod corrected.

the Viper slowly nodded as he smiled. He got a pretty good feeling about how

in this one while he was doing my labyrinth

one else had arrived at that point, and the Viper hadn’t made that bet, while the Wyrmgod tended to avoid making bets with Minaga,

mine called Minaga. Great guy. You should meet him someday and definitely bet with him,” the Unique Lifeform said shamelessly. ”Of course, I can’t be responsible if he doesn’t

didn’t even bother responding as he just looked at the Wyrmgod, ignoring Minaga. ”Is this Challenge Dungeon fully