The Primal Hunter

Jake walked out of the terrace and through the Order compound while making sure to swipe a dozen or so beer bottles from the somehow endless ice bucket on the way out. He had a few places to visit before it was time to head back to Earth. As Villy had talked about, he at least needed to make it look like he was actively forging and maintaining relationships with other factions, especially Valhal. That’s also why he would visit there last, as he planned on spending a few days in their compound. He needed a few days anyway, as he came to learn on his way out of the Order’s base.

Two messages had been left for him. The first of which was by someone associated with Aeon Clok, who was to deliver a present for winning the bet for the time mage on the final City Floor. Jake had honestly forgotten it, but now that he was reminded, he looked forward to seeing what the mage had that could help his time banana not-a-tree at home.

The second message was from the Cerulean Demon, saying where to find him and asking if Jake was still interested. If he was, a disc detailing the ritual and the preparation the demons had made was also included for him to look through, which was part of the reason he would need to spend a few days at Valhal’s compound. He needed to look through it and familiarize himself with the ritual, and he may as well do that there.

Okay, Jake did kind of lie about there only being two messages… there were actually a few dozen, but only two of them were actionable. The rest were just pleasantries and invitations for different things, most of which Jake planned on just entirely ignoring. And by ignoring, he meant having someone else send back a diplomatic message, a job that would likely fall to some poor administrative worker from the Order who would be all stressed out about responding for him. Oh yeah, and he also told them to respond to the Demon Prince first and say Jake was interested and would come by within the week.

With all that done, Jake ventured outside as he first went to a small shop in Nevermore City that the first letter directed him toward. It turned out to be a small job on the outskirts of Nevermore City, far enough away so that Jake had to use a teleporter to get there, as flying would simply take too long.

Before he even entered the shop, he saw it was buzzing with customers. Enough so that there was a line out the door, making Jake reconsider if maybe he should come back later, but he didn’t get that chance as he got a telepathic message while he was considering his options.

“I have been expecting you, Chosen of the Malefic One. Please, come in through the back entrance,” the voice said, as he felt the one speaking to him inside the building. Sadly, he couldn’t see them with his sphere, as the inside was spatially expanded, distorting everything.

Doing as asked, Jake snuck his way around back and through a small door. Once inside, everything expanded as expected, and Jake saw himself standing within a pretty large workshop with a dozen hobgoblins working. None of them even looked up as they all looked deep in focus, but one hobgoblin did walk toward him from across the room.

“Welcome to our little shop, Chosen of the Malefic One. And congratulations on your performance… to think the new champion of the All-Time Leaderboards would visit my humble little shop,” the hobgoblin said with a sigh as he smiled.

Jake instinctively did an Identify, and confirmed what he kind of already knew. This was another follower of Aeon Clok, and a B-grade one at that.

[Hobgoblin – lvl ??? – Greater Blessing of Aeon Clok]

The fact that all of the hobgoblins were working on watches of different kinds should definitely have been a clue.

“I got your invite and was told you had something for me,” Jake said, not really super interested in sticking around longer than necessary.

“Of course, of course,” the hobgoblin said, still smiling. “The young master said you helped him acquire quite the wealth, and we were even allowed to reward you from his own stash. Please, I hope this item can be of utmost assistance and suit your needs.”

The hobgoblin waved his hand as more than a dozen large plastic bags about the size of a human torso appeared and fell on the ground. Jake instantly realized what he was looking at as he used Identify on the contents of the bags through the clear plastic.

[Primed Manure of the Timeless Simiiform (Legendary)] – Manure created by A powerful B-grade Timeless Simiiform variant, a monkey-like beast that infuses its manure with the concept of time to defeat its foes. This manure is infused with powerful time energy and has been primed to be easily absorbed by any plant with the time affinity by an outstanding crafter. Limited alchemical uses due to the priming.

Jake expected when he asked for something to help his banana musa? Also, he found it oddly coincidental this manure came from a monkey, considering he had originally found the tree in the possession of a

satisfied?” the hobgoblin asked, a bit

though. Is there

I know,” the hobgoblin said, looking confused. “Maybe there is, and I’m just ignorant on

was just a coincidence. “Thank you for the bags; I will make sure to put them to good

turned around, prepared to leave the same way he came in, as the hobgoblin

too much to ask, but would you honor us by

in the mood for more work, but before he could say anything, the hobgoblin continued. “Could you maybe leave through

much of the weird request when he did hear it. However, the hobgoblin grinned from ear to ear as if he had

this way, my lord,” the groveling time mage said as he motioned for Jake

favor as he walked out through a door leading to the back and entered the store behind the counter along with the hobgoblin store

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backed away. The store was filled with customers who saw Jake and the hobgoblin… okay, they mainly saw Jake, and damn did he

people opened a path for them. Jake just followed

free to ever come again, and

decided to just be nice and play along and nodded. “I

he saw a single tear run down the hobgoblin store owner’s cheek as he smiled. Yeah, Jake was pretty damn sure he had just lost out on this transaction, even if he had been given a dozen bags of legendary manure… maybe he should

No one actually approached him, but nearly everyone couldn’t help but gawk his way

some high-ranking young talents from the faction whom he briefly interacted with. He did the same with a few other factions, including those he knew people in. He spent a few hours at both the Risen’s base and the one belonging to the Court of Shadows while he tried to be faster in those only filled with strangers. A bit surprisingly, many of the young talents from the factions had already

Sect wasn’t an option either, as they didn’t really have any base, and Jake wasn’t even sure Eron stuck around. Needless to say, the void-related people such as Arnold didn’t have some big base either, seeing as they were so rare, but he still tried

socializing and politicking,

size and included far more buildings. There was even a large arena smack in the middle of

of some sort, and the guy instantly spotted Jake as he appeared at the teleporter that pretty much only

four presences appeared within only a few seconds. He recognized none of them, but from their auras, it was clear the man in the center was in charge. The man was two full heads taller than Jake and had a pretty slim build compared to the three around him, who were

– Divine

confirm,” the man said as he cupped his hands and bowed. “Welcome, Lord

his god must really hate him. Secondly, they called him Lord Thayne and not any of his other titles. Jake felt like this wasn’t merely coincidental, almost as if they would prefer to not call him the Chosen of

scouts who had an eye on him. He counted… about four hundred people? With more than a dozen of those gods, not