Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

Seth exited the Adventurers Guild’s outpost, a broad smile on his face at the pleasant clinking of coins in his pouch. The twenty Stone-Scaled Sloths he and Nightmare had hunted before getting trapped in the cave had earned him six copper coins—a much-needed boost to his modest savings.

His gaze drifted down to the small emblem in his palm, now displaying four stars beneath the 'A' set between the copper wings. Warsis had almost died from shock upon seeing the strongest beast slain in his Vitae. After a good minute, the bearded man had finally given Seth the new emblem before offering him advice on his next beast-hunting contract.

Seth carefully attached the lapel pin to the chest pocket of his new leather jacket, then turned his attention to the piece of parchment clenched in his hand.