All Chapters of Primal Hunter: Volume 2: Chapter 111
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149 chapters
Schemes Of An Old Man
Jake’s skill selection for his class at level 120 had led to many things. A talk about slavery, a new skill for Jake to experiment with, insight into his own progress, and one more significant aspect: the system more or less telling him to start looking into using his arcane affinity with more than mana.As he went deeper and deeper into the Undergrowth dungeon, he began doing a bit of practice with it throughout some of his fights. He had quite a few skills that used stamina, and he went with those first instead of trying to free-form stuff. Magic? He wasn’t even sure what skill-less manipulation of stamina was called.That was when he remembered… he already had tried using a mix of stamina and mana before in a skill he had upgraded where he made the energies mix. When he upgraded Splitting Arrow, he’d fused the two energies to split the arrows. Stamina would function as the physical bodies of the arrows, while the mana would function as their inherent magic.Coupled with the system
Heartwarden
The Heartwarden looked completely unaware of the hunter that was currently observing it. Yet Jake had a strong feeling it was aware of his presence. So even if it didn’t know where he currently was, it should have at least picked up that someone or something was coming.This was why Jake didn’t aim to repeat his opening attack against the Prima. He was certain the Heartwarden had something prepared, as while the Deepwellers weren’t the most intelligent creatures—mushroom worship, case in point—they weren’t complete idiots.His Arrow of the Ambitious Hunter had the issue of only working on the intended target, meaning if the Heartwarden had put up some defensive measures, his attack would be completely useless. Jake wasn’t entirely sure it had, but he did notice that the area it was in was covered in what looked like four odd, magic circles. All of them seemed inert, but that could just be because they didn’t have power poured into them at the moment.However, they did look to be of th
Assessment
Why the hell would he leave a dungeon when he had spent so much time gathering those goddamn mushrooms? He had yet to use more than a handful of them, and he still had more than a dozen of the Infused variant.When Jake chose to remain in the dungeon, the entire door lit up with runes springing to life. He felt some energy enter his body, and he tried to remove his hand but failed. It was like a pulse went through his entire being before entering the door again.Finally, he could let go. He retracted his hand as the door began opening.Jake was shocked at what had happened… It felt like the damn door had scanned him or something. Whatever it had done, it appeared wholly unrelated to the Deepdwellers. He looked through the opening of the gate and saw it led into a new chamber. He also saw it in his sphere, but so far, nothing was visible in that either, so Jake decided to just venture further in.His danger sense was still entirely silent. He frowned, as he was confused about what the
Census Taking (Hard Mode)
As Jake charged his Arcane Powershot, there was one aspect of his usual opening salvo he became a bit doubtful about. Some basic sense of danger seemed to be an inherent ability of most beings in the multiverse, which meant landing powerful opening shots could be problematic if the attacks weren’t fast or powerful enough. Even then, some foes could still avoid it. Unless, of course, the attacker had some way to stop their target from evading—like Gaze of the Apex Hunter.This was where Jake was doubtful… Did a Golem have a soul as he understood it? Things like elementals did, but would it have a soul for him to gaze into if this thing had been constructed? Only one way to find out.Jake released the Arcane Powershot, which sent out an explosion of arcane mana around him. The stone beneath his feet still looked untouched besides a few remnants of arcane energy.At the same time, he tried to activate Gaze of the Apex Hunter. He tried and felt like he couldn’t get a proper look at his fo
Gravity Is Your Friend
Against pretty much any other foe, using a blunt weapon wouldn’t be even close to as good. It didn’t even work with any of Jake’s skills. Additionally, it was a bit unwieldy to use for anything except wild swings, and it was far slower to swing. Finally, against most foes, it would deal roughly equal damage anyway. Though he doubted he could even hit most foes.But the Altmar Census Golem was not most foes.*DONG!* *BOOM!*He swung again, hitting it in the side and sending it flying away in a glorious explosion of unstable arcane mana. The Pillar of Encumbrance crackled with energy as Jake infused it with his arcane mana—primarily the destructive variant.The Pillar’s metal was so damn durable Jake couldn’t even leave a scratch on it, and the constant weight-shifting made it extremely powerful as a weapon, even if the system didn’t truly recognize it as such.Jake’s control of the Pillar was far better than that of the inexperienced Minotaur Mindchief that used to own it. This didn’t
Minor Miscalculations
By now, he felt like he understood his foe well enough. His arrow didn’t need to hit hard, but instead do one thing: disrupt the fuck out of his enemy and drain a shitload of mana. This was his understanding, and the system seemed to recognize it as valid. The skill, at least, responded as an arrow began being summoned.Out of everything Jake had ever summoned—besides maybe that soul-destroying arrow versus the Indigo Fungus—this arrow was the most unique. It was made of metal but had angular blue veins running along its body, making it look almost futuristic. The arrowhead was just a round, crystalline orb of mana that Jake recognized—his own destructive arcane mana. Jake hadn’t known the skill could integrate his affinity like that, but he wasn’t complaining.Jake looked down and saw that the golem was still falling. He had gotten faster at making the arrows, only taking half a minute this time. Jake had focused on doing it as fast as possible, and that seemed to have helped. It was
Priorities
The third round wasn’t like the ones prior. There were no flashy attacks or advanced tactics deployed, no powerful skills used, or anything in that vein. Instead, it was just two opponents duking it out with sloppy blows in a battle of pure endurance and grit.Jake dodged the wild swings of the golem as he swung his scimitar to try and land hits in return. His blade left shallow cuts on the golem’s body, while the golem seemed to want to take him out in a single smash. He was fine with how little happened, because he was just waiting as they slowly fought.He kept dodging back when he could and fired arrows after the golem. It was a bit awkward, as he had to hold the bow with arcane strings or his leg, but he made it work. He had switched to the stable version to deal even more damage, even if they didn't hit as hard when he only had one arm. He had noticed that the arrows could leave clearly visible marks on the body of the golem. When he hit it on the shoulder, he even noted how its
Altmar Signet
Apparently, it was a really great cloak. At least, it seemed so, since the talkative projection refused to stop speaking about it, overexplaining details of where it came from and even throwing in info about a cousin of his who used to make them. While it was a bit interesting, Jake did notice that despite it saying so much, it didn’t really give out any truly valuable information. Well, besides fashion advice.Jake tried to ignore it at least a little as he went and opened the epic-rarity box. Within, he found a folded pair of pants. They were made of a very dark green fabric—almost black—and looked slightly worn. The fabric was rather thick as he picked it up, and he had to say the pants were rather heavy. They looked like they could actually provide some solid protection.Yet the first thing he picked up was the smell. They smelled like… like that smell when it has just rained, and you are walking through greenery in the middle of summer. Yeah, exactly like that. It was a pleasant
Stats, Tables, & Gear—All the LitRPG!
Vilastromoz smiled as he considered going on a bit of an expedition. He hadn’t been to the Altmar Empire in… well, since he went into seclusion in his realm, so it would be interesting to send an avatar there to check things out. There was no way he would go in person with his real body, as quite frankly, that would just be a needless risk. Even he didn’t take what was perhaps the multiverse’s most powerful empire lightly.The Altmar Empire had risen to power during the early parts of the Second Era. While Vilastromoz wasn’t certain, there was a good chance that the leader of the Empire was one of the first few gods that had risen to power after the Twelve Primordials from the first universe. At least, he had been born in the First Universe and gone to great lengths afterward to wipe out details of the exact time he attained godhood.While the Altmar Empire was run by a council that did everything, the leader of the council was the one truly in charge. Known as the Autarch, he and the
Something Long Overdue
He now realized he had truly neglected his gear for far too long. Jake hadn’t made proper use of humanity and their ability to create items. Arnold had given him the Nanoblade, a far better weapon than his old Venomfang. Why not also get gear in his other slots? With the Badger Pants gone, he had replaced everything from the first dungeon, but he had more subpar equipment to get rid of.Actually, Jake still had the two pieces of equipment he’d earned from the Challenge Dungeon, which was technically his first-ever dungeon. He still had the Boots of the Wandering Alchemist and the Prodigious Alchemist’s Necklace of Holding. The necklace had his spatial storage within, so replacing that was impossible. The fact that it only gave 25 Wisdom was a bit offputting, though.Jake knew there had to be ways of upgrading Soulbound equipment somehow. Perhaps he could find a talented jeweler… but to be perfectly honest, he didn’t really want to. He needed someone he truly trusted both as a person a