The Primal Hunter

Chapter 892: Time To Head Home

Vilastromoz had a lot of thoughts bouncing around in his head after the mysteriousness around the First Sage was seemingly only growing exponentially. However, he could always trust Jake to offer him a good distraction, as he was sitting on the terrace in Nevermore City with his avatar, very much enjoying the show.

He had kept an eye on the entire ritual, as quite frankly, he viewed the Demon Prince and everyone involved with creating that ritual as complete morons. From their conversations, they had clearly believed they were the first ones ever to think up such a daring ritual and viewed themselves as truly innovative and bold.

To the Viper, this wasn’t even among the first hundred rituals he had observed like that, each of them practically identical in nature. It wasn’t complicated at all what they were doing; it was just stupid. Most rituals like this ended with the entire thing just blowing up, while the other half ended a bit similarly to how this one nearly did: with the demon in the center mutating into something unintended.

This ritual was different, though. Not in its design but in that it had Jake in charge. His application of the special energy he possessed led to the creation of a far more powerful catalyst for evolution, but that didn’t solve the issue of that evolution not ending well for the Demon Prince. Honestly, the entire thought process behind what the Demon Prince of the Fourth Hell wanted to accomplish was flawed.

The entire point was for him to improve his Records, and to do that, he would have to absorb an item with superior Records. However, for him to consume an item with superior Records, he needed to have powerful enough Records to begin with. It was quite the conundrum, and to put it in the simplest term possible, the Demon Prince had tried to swallow something too big for him to handle. Mortals simply weren’t meant to handle the Records of a god, period.

Vilastromoz was also certain the higher-ups of the Fourth Hell knew this. Shit, the Viper himself had seen recordings of their own failed rituals in the past, so they knew this wasn’t going to work. Yet they had allowed the Demon Prince to go ahead, even after he had proven himself on the Leaderboards. Did they do so to use him as a political tool? If the Viper’s Chosen messed up and got one of their young talents killed, they likely wouldn’t demand compensation, but they could try to leverage it to request help from Jake or perhaps even the Viper himself in the future.

It was naturally also possible they simply wanted to take the gamble and see if maybe the Harbinger of Primeval Origins could do what was thought impossible. To lose a Demon Prince to figure this out wasn’t that big of a price to pay. They could always nurture many more. Meanwhile, the possibilities if Jake was successful were nearly limitless and something even the devils of the Hells would care about.

This was the reality they now found themselves with. Jake had succeeded… no, he had gone beyond expectations and done something that the Viper honestly hadn’t been a fan of, even if things had worked out.

”Did your Chosen just astral-project his own soul into the Soulspace of another?” the Wyrmgod suddenly asked as the Primordial appeared on the terrace.

”And here I thought you respected the rights to private property. Not to mention your illegal spying on residents… do we have a public relations disaster on our hands here?” the Viper asked teasingly.

”Nevermore City is still partly considered Nevermore and thus my domain,” the Wyrmgod answered. ”And even if I observed the situation, due to its peculiar nature, I still remain with questions. Did your Chosen truly astrally project into another Soulspace?”

”He sure did,” the Viper shrugged. ”Mind you, this is after I told him not to astrally project his soul around like that way back in the Tutorial.”

”Foolish and reckless,” the Wyrmgod said before he frowned. ”Wait, he astrally projected during the Tutorial? Where to?”

”To the Order of the Malefic Viper, using his connection to me as my Chosen,” the Viper said casually. ”I did send him back pretty quickly, though.”

”That is… hm…” the other Primordial said as he appeared to be deep in thought.

Jake doing these things was impressive, but neither was considered impossible. Astral projection was a pretty normal ability, and Jake’s version was quite frankly shit. It was the riskiest version there was and one no one ever really used unless they didn’t know better. Projecting at such an early grade did indicate an extremely powerful and stable soul, though.

As for entering the Soulspace of another, that was not something considered impossible either, just incredibly rare, and not something people often did or wanted to do. Very specific circumstances had to present themselves to make it possible. There were also certain skills that could make one interact with the Soulspace, though.

The Minotaur Mindchief Jake encountered all the way back in E-grade was a creature that could touch upon the soul. The skill that D-grade had wasn’t quite capable of entering a Soulspace, but with a skill evolution or two, perhaps it would be possible. The thing is, more often than not, there were no benefits to entering a Soulspace, only demerits.

world. The Soulspace was a representation of your Records and allowed you to have power not based on how strong you were but how strong you could become. It was a simplification, but

how Records functioned, outside of extraordinary cases, everyone would have more Records than their actual power presented. The only ones who didn’t were those who had reached the end of their potential, and even they always had a bit more potential to pull on and would be at

would be suppressed and pushed out or destroyed. So even if two people

it, they would be far more powerful while everyone would be suppressed. So, for the

such suppression in other domains proved meaningless. This was what Jake had effectively done. His soul was simply at another level, and even if he

Prince had died, Jake would have lost whatever he

not normal, is it?” the Wyrmgod questioned after a good

”Nope,” the Viper smiled.

know the Order has maintained a strong working relationship with them, even in your absence,” the Primordial continued. ”We both know that his accomplishment is related to his Bloodline, and the Demon Prince will surely return to the Fourth Hell and report everything that happened

be aware that it has been stolen.

do something fun,” Vilastromoz shook his head. ”They owe Jake now, especially the Demon Prince, whom

am also thinking… has your

said with certainty as he

see. Either way, I am still interested at some point in the future when he has matured more into his powers,” the Wyrmgod said as he turned to

No, not the achievement itself or anything related to it. It was the mere fact he had even agreed

effectively done a commission using his abilities as the Harbinger of Primeval Origins. He had shown the multiverse that

major factions of the multiverse despite not knowing he had done so. Or maybe Jake did and the Viper had underestimated his Chosen and

never considering the wider implications of his actions. But was that really his fault? It was just everyone else reading too

could understand why it would take a while. He probably had a lot of system notifications to

as he wasn’t sure he had ever gotten

successfully conducted a ritual leading to the creation of a Cerulean Demon Lord –

this fashion. It was mainly the conducting part… probably because this was Jake’s first group ritual where he had been in

Profession: [Heretic-Chosen Alchemist of the Malefic Viper] has reached level 263 - Stat points allocated,

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[Heretic-Chosen Alchemist of the Malefic Viper] has reached level 267 - Stat points allocated, +35 Free

said so himself, and it put him even closer to level 300, which was the next milestone he

a few race

(C)] has reached level 276

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278

a tiny amount that the levels he had just gained nearly made up for it. He almost wanted to see if he could do another ritual sometime soon, but he also got the feeling that wouldn’t be smart. Not like it would reward even close to the same amount of levels,

a moment to respond as he opened his eyes again and rolled his shoulders. Rather than respond to the

the metaphysical representation of the Cerulean Devil still remains within my Soulspace.