All Chapters of Primal Hunter Volume 6 : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
11 chapters
Previously in The Primal Hunter
Ah, Nevermore. Sweet, sweet, Nevermore. An arc that totally turned out to be the exact intended length, something I’m sure we all appreciate. I have heard rumors claiming the opposite, all of which I will firmly deny, and will consider taking any measures possible, including occult rituals, against all who keep ferrying around this false narrative.With that out of the way, let’s revisit the start of Nevermore as Jake and his party members entered the first floor. For a little party member recap, we first have Jake, our main character, who I really hope you remember by now. If not, you have bigger problems and should seek medical attention; assuming you’ve read the prior ten books.Second, we have the Sword Saint, Jake’s fellow human from Earth and one of the people who’s ever gotten really close to killing Jake during the Treasure Hunt event. As his name implies, he uses a sword as a weapon, along with a mixture of time and rain magic, and before the system, he was already a really o
Time Skip Status
On reflection, Jake’s sense of time had truly gotten warped since the system’s arrival.He had spent decades training with sim-Jake, and while that had indeed felt like it had taken a while, it didn’t feel longer than a few weeks tops. This was odd, because the tutorial was still clear in his mind, and had he been asked how long that had taken in comparison to that training session, he would have said the tutorial was definitely longer.The same was true for the Treasure Hunt, which had been even shorter than the tutorial by quite a deal, yet still felt long… maybe because something was happening all the time. Nevermore was a bit similar to this, though it did also have a lot of nothing in there. Floor after floor proved challenging in different ways, and whatever downtime he did have could be filled with alchemy or experimenting. Even when that was not an option, and things began to drag on, he had pretty good company to talk to.Jake was speaking of Sylphie, of course.In conclusion
Challenge Dungeons
It was inarguable that the main portion of Nevermore was the many floors that seemed to continue endlessly. One had to remember the primary function of the mega-dungeon was to be a great leveling spot, and the entire Leaderboards part was just a fun extra event for an extremely small portion of those who attempted the C-grade version of the World Wonder.If Jake hadn’t cared about the Leaderboards, he could have entered Nevermore alone and probably done quite a few floors in fifty years. Shit, due to how his Path worked, he would potentially even have gained more experience faster that way, though it would have meant missing out on any exclusive rewards from getting a good record on the Leaderboards.Versions other than C-grade Nevermore, as a general rule, didn’t even have any Leaderboards, just a bunch of floors that people tried to either solo or do in parties. It was even considered pretty normal for people to do as many floors as they could solo before then joining up with others
Colosseum of Mortals
The Sword Saint had joked about them not wanting to see each other’s faces anymore, and while Jake wouldn’t have phrased it like that… it wasn’t that far off from how he actually felt.Not to misunderstand—Jake liked his party. Sylphie was naturally always a joy, and Dina liked to stick by herself when possible, so she was also great. And sure, the Fallen King could be a bit uptight, and the Sword Saint liked to take on the demeanor of an old lecturer, but things had been good overall, if he said so himself.However, he also had to recognize that some alone time was more than welcome. While he did get some time alone here and there while on the different floors, they were still always connected through their Golden Marks and had frequent check-ins.Now, in the Challenge Dungeons, Jake was back to it being just him, and he was all for it. He did recognize that there would likely be other characters in there, but no people he had to actually interact with outside of the bare minimum unl
Kicking Off The Colosseum Arc
Welcome to the Colosseum! Today, we have two New Bloods, both here to prove their worth! As they set foot on the sand soiled with the blood of their predecessors, who will come out on top!? Who will have a chance to move forward!? Perhaps... No! Not perhaps! Surely, today is the first match of a coming Champion!”The voice of the announcer echoed loudly throughout the entire arena as Jake stood behind a fenced gate leading up to the arena itself. After talking to the Battlemaster, the guy had looked him over once before agreeing he was ready and sending him down one of the many hallways leading into an arena. These hallways were a mishmash of spatial distortion, taking you pretty much anywhere in the arena without you even noticing. No one around seemed to comment on it either, as everything was indeed very low-fantasy. There weren’t even teleportation gates anywhere, and regular gates had replaced magical barriers everywhere. He also had to admit that all the large-scale magic going
A Second Day at the Colosseum
The last time Jake slept, it had been because he had utterly over-exhausted himself and run out of mental energy. However, this time, it was a far more normal sleep. He even got in a good seven hours before he woke up—more than he had initially planned. Not having an alarm clock made it hard to plan out how much you wanted to sleep.Oh, yeah, that reminds me… The Sword Saint’s timer.To use a special painting infused with time magic was a nice idea, but who could have known that the very first dungeon Jake entered would take away all his items? But hey, at least the Sword Saint likely wouldn’t yell at him if he was late, as the old man was also doing the Colosseum of Mortals along with Jake.Wait, he probably has some overpowered internal clock skill… Jake realized. Sure, Jake also had an internal clock, but that honestly didn’t work very well in circumstances like this. In combat, he could count time passing down to less than a millisecond, but when things were calm, his clock broke.
To Inspire Fear
To kick or not to kick. That is the question.Well, alright, it wasn’t really a question, but just Jake’s default way of handling any opponent he met in the arena. He knew full well that the situation couldn’t continue forever, but for now, his stats just outmatched everyone else’s by quite a margin.It quickly became apparent that most of his opponents didn’t even have 10 in all stats, much less 16 in even their lowest, like Jake. This meant Jake thoroughly beat any and all opponents he met just by easily overpowering them. He was, metaphorically speaking, an adult professional fighter beating up a bunch of kids to quickly advance in ranks. Had it been possible to simply skip ranks, he would have gone for that, and on the third day, Jake even tried to ask the Battlemaster if it was possible to meet a higher-ranked opponent for a Promotion Match.To which the middle-aged man answered in a totally-not-judgmental tone, “Oh, I am sure you would want that. Hey, do you think anyone else he
Windows to the Soul
To feel old again.It was an odd sensation that the Sword Saint would frankly have preferred to do without. When the system came, he had been reinvigorated, and as time progressed, he’d only ever felt himself grow stronger. Outside of the backlash from his Transcendence, that is, but those circumstances had been far different. Now, to regress like this… He did not like the feeling at all. It reminded him too much of before the system.He remembered the very first time he had difficulty standing up from a chair by himself. When his grandson had to support him as he walked up some stairs. When he was convinced to finally use a cane. He remembered feeling tired more. Feeling weak. Becoming unable to lift or really do anything. Becoming unable to lift his practice sword…To feel one’s body deteriorate was truly a harrowing thing.Now, he had flashbacks to those days. Fortunately, it was not as bad. The Sword Saint’s old body did feel weaker after entering the Challenge Dungeon, but his st
Fear Gaze
The next day, Jake woke up excited to get testing. It was still too early to head to the arena, though, so it was breakfast time first. After getting ready, he checked his menu quickly while heading out the door, seeing his objective for the day.Current objective: Be promoted from Veteran Fighter to Expert FighterCurrent rank: Veteran Fighter (0/5)Colosseum Points: 910Lives remaining: 10His Colosseum Points were slowly growing, and Jake had to admit he was curious about exactly what they were for. Well, it was obvious that they factored in when calculating how many Nevermore Points he would get from the Challenge Dungeon, but he also knew it wasn’t that simple. Case in point? The points had uses beyond simply being hoarded for some final reward.Something he was confronted with that morning at breakfast with Owen and Polly. Yeah, Polly had decided to constantly stick around after their first encounter, and while she did offer help with a few different things, Jake had yet to take
Gladiator
Jake believed he had reached his limit for his kicking-only challenge when he hit Veteran Warrior, but his newfound Fear Gaze allowed him to keep the streak going for at least a little bit longer. He had still been unsure if he could really go all the way to Gladiator, and after reaching the rank of Expert Warrior, he met a rather problematic opponent in his third match.His foe was a large orc wearing armor that covered his entire body. The difference between this guy and the other armor-wearing opponents he’d met was that his armor was of a lighter variant while still offering plenty of defense against kicking opponents. Moreover, it had one very problematic design decision…It was covered in spikes.Not just a few spikes. Spikes freaking everywhere. Jake didn’t see a single opening where he could kick without seriously hurting his foot, and the orc clearly knew this as he went on the offensive, swinging his hatchet wildly while making sure to always keep his buckler ready. A buckle