The Primal Hunter

Chapter 970: Bound To Happen Chapter 970: Bound To Happen

Calling what Jake had done a gamble was definitely an accurate description. He was messing with a concept no one really understood, not even someone like the Malefic Viper, making everything unpredictable. The only real question was how good his odds were that he would end up with something beneficial. Using Origin Energy tended to result in a good outcome for him… but this time, he quickly concluded something was off.

The string of Origin Energy entered the small snake and mushroom, representing the Palate of the Malefic Viper skill, and at first, Jake thought things were going well. The skill accepted the energy and responded to it.

He felt the two merge, and then… then everything no longer went as Jake had hoped.

A loud heartbeat made his entire Soulspace shake, and in return, a green pillar rose from the small snake and mushroom. It pierced toward the sky as Jake’s arcane energy was scattered, and Jake stumbled back, feeling the pressure both inside his Soulspace and on his body outside.

Focusing, Jake lifted his hands to try and control the energy output, not panicking quite yet, but it kept growing. He spotted the shadowy version of himself representing Eternal Hunger back away before falling to the ground not far away, utterly suppressed, and from the floating drop of the Viper’s blood, Jake felt almost a sense of glee as it began to react without Jake doing anything.

Refusing to give up, Jake poured in even more energy as he refused to see himself suppressed within his own Soulspace. Within his own damn world. Jake’s heartbeat sent a wave of power through the entire Soulspace in response to Jake’s conviction, his Bloodline refusing to surrender, and with this wave of absolute power and control, the green pillar seemed to stop growing and consuming his Soulspace…

And with it came the notification.

Due to your Bloodline, the skill [Palate of the Malefic Viper (Legendary] is evolving.

Jake smiled as he felt the pressure remain, but he believed that things would work out as another notification appeared... and right as it did, Jake’s eyes went wide as a sensation unlike anything he’d ever felt before washed over him, and from the depths of his Bloodline… uncertainty and powerlessness.

Skill Upgrad- ERROR: REQUIREMENTS NOT MET

Some skills related to the [ERROR] may be lost or changed

Warning! INSUFFICIENT [REDACTED]

The system messages flooded Jake’s vision and mind as they kept coming, warning and error upon warning and error. For the first time, Jake wasn’t sure what to do. The green pillar began expanding again, unstable as its power kept growing along with its Records. From the system messages, Jake was only sure of one thing: this was extremely fucking bad.

A sense of hollowness began to sneak into his body as his arcane energy in the sky flickered, and a headache struck his body. He tried one final time to rein in the pillar representing the Palate of the Malefic Viper skill, and as he did so, he finally understood what was happening. The Records of Palate were expanding endlessly… forcibly being upgraded. But in the process, everything else was being consumed, leaving nothing left. Not even the C-grade vessel not powerful enough to contain what the skill would eventually become.

With this realization, he also knew what he had to do. In this moment of desperation, clarity struck him, as his Bloodline fully backed him, and he was ready to mobilize every bit of Origin Energy he had… but not to get Palate under control.

There was no other choice.

He had to destroy the Records related to Palate of the Malefic Viper and the skill, no matter the consequences. It was that, or certain death… and not just for Jake.

The Fallen King was flying toward the Prima Vessel alongside Vesperia and Sylphie, the hawk speeding them up as a gust of wind carried them forward. The travel distance was annoying, but the Unique Lifeform saw no true cause for complaint. This entire part of the system event didn’t strike him as particularly interesting in the first place in the first place. All they had to do was kill weak Prima Guardians that any of them could handle on their own. The only reason the Fallen King even stuck with Vesperia and Sylphie was because he believed it a waste to try and travel around pretending to be a hero on his own.

planet? Even more so than that, what cause did the Fallen King have to save a bunch of enlightened races? He cared not who won between the Guardian or the native enlightened. They were not his subjects, thus not

connections he had

was the sensation of when Jake teleported

Like a sledgehammer striking his soul, the Fallen King was forced to dedicate everything to defense. He faintly felt Vesperia and Sylphie stop

he struggled with the invasion of his soul was to curse Jake for whatever he was doing, but even that,

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experience and he did admittedly sometimes allow it to infect an area a bit longer than he had to before healing it, just

risk Jake dying. He needed him for his own goals to come to fruition. Taking any kind of permanent or even semi-permanent damage also wasn’t an option, as Eron couldn’t have Jake slow down too much or fail to continue evolving. As C-grades, Eron and

passed, and Eron kept healing as a seemingly inexhaustible source of desolation kept releasing energy from inside Jake’s soul and into his body. He didn’t mind when he felt Jake move his energy or summon scales or anything like that. None of it

was as if a third presence appeared within the Prima Vessel, and as Eron stared at the flames that represented

body to escape. He appeared again, stumbling back as he sought to restore his own damaged soul… but he refused to heal his eyes, as even without them, he felt it. The unmistakable presence of a god had appeared within the Vessel… and the soul

it fell entirely… Eron did not even want to think what would be unleashed, but he doubted it was something

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still reached out as he didn’t stop healing Jake, as it wasn’t only his soul that was being destroyed. He would have to keep

What have you done?

chance to fight back. He knew this wasn’t a situation he would walk away from whole, and the losses would be extraordinary and permanent… but

body within his Soulspace filled with energy as he reached out

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that fell over him, making him utterly unable to act or move. Even the Origin Energy and his Bloodline fell utterly silent in front of the presence. The only thing that acted with glee was

began to shrink until it formed a small snake that rapidly changed its form

Records and transcendent-level powers such as Bloodlines can bring out both fantastical and calamitous results,” the Viper said as he slowly floated down and landed on the ground, with everything

him. ”The idea was novel. To take a skill and infuse it with your Primeval Origins energy to try and get an upgrade. Perhaps you tried to just

well. You are now well on your way to turn yourself into nothing but Palate of the Malefic Viper. Of course, there is no way a C-grade would be able to handle that, and seeing as you were effectively operating outside the system, I doubt it would have come to your

backward. ”You fucked up badly. Commendable attempt to minimize the damage, though. Empowering your Bloodline fully to try and destroy the Records of the skill could work, leaving you with either

as he looked at the Malefic

Palate of the Malefic Viper in all its glory. At least the form I chose to adopt once I became aware of what you were up to. I will say, it was quite lucky you did this experiment of yours on one of my skills. If you had done it on any other, you would be dead or had

a qualitative standpoint for me to appear as a representation of my Records within your Soulspace. Of course, under usual circumstances, I would not be aware I had appeared here with my true body, especially not

to sink in. ”I did really fuck up catastrophically this

to put it bluntly, you’re still pathetically weak. Your Bloodline may allow you to sometimes overcome the impossible, but that is only when it can have a fair fight of quality. In quantity, you are like a squirt gun trying to outfight an ocean-sized bucket in a competition of who can make the most people wet. Sure, your little squirt gun is damn good at it and far more accurate

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