Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

Arriving at Trogan’s eastern gate, Seth pulled his hood over his head and discreetly blended in with a group of commoners. It felt unwise to expect the guards not to be tempted by his bounty. Some people would probably even sell their family for such an amount of gold coins.

As Seth passed between the armored men, one of them caught sight of his face, raising an eyebrow. The cold sensation of being Identified spread through Seth’s chest, then a smile spread on the guard’s chapped lips. "Good luck today. I hope you win."

Seth paused briefly, taken aback, before nodding. "Uh, thank you, sir."

After slipping through the gate, Seth navigated through the bustling streets, trying to draw as little attention as possible. To his surprise, he encountered no obstacles and reached the Champions of Chaos’ headquarters in no time. The moment he pushed open the door, he heard Toren’s voice booming from the inside.

"War? What the hell did they steal in that Rift, for Gaia’s sake?"

"Stop being so loud, bloody hell," Yline’s voice cut through. "The whole city can probably hear you."

"Who cares? It's not like it would stay a secret for—" Toren stopped abruptly as Seth stepped inside the building. The man spun around, and a broad smile crossed his face. "Hey, kid!"

Yline and Celine sat at the table across the Artificer, eating what seemed to be some kind of breakfast while Orwen, Krystel, Drack, and Lyria stood at the counter in the back. Everyone turned toward Seth. Orwen, who was the only one wearing his armor instead of casual clothes, almost jumped and moved forward.

"Hey, Seth!" the man exclaimed, gesturing to come closer. "Come sit!"

As Seth moved closer and removed his cloak, Yline immediately reacted. "Bloody hell, kid!"

Seth glanced down to look at himself. His body was littered with scores of cuts, both old and fresh, each one now sealed beneath crusted blood. Now that he was thinking about them, he realized they stung, but at this point, with everything he had endured over the past week, the pain had become nothing more than a faint background noise in his mind.

"Rough week, huh?" Orwen said with a chuckle before turning to the beautiful brown-haired woman next to him. "Krystel, mind healing up our little recruit?"

"Of course," she said, standing up and moving to Seth.

As the Priest placed her gentle hands on him, a warm wisp of white aether flowed outward. The energy hovered on Seth’s skin for an instant, then it plunged into every cut and bruise, making the dried blood vanish and closing the wounds perfectly.

Seth frowned. He had seen Wound Cure being cast several times since using it himself on Renwal with the instant spell-scroll, but this time it seemed far more powerful. The spell left absolutely nothing behind, as if he had never been slashed.

"Want me to leave you a few scars?" Krystel asked with a wink while Seth stared at his arms. "Might help impress the ladies."

Seth smiled and shook his head. "No thanks, ma’am."

I feel like I’ll have plenty of opportunities to get scars, he thought.

As the woman finished and stepped back, Drack leaned on the counter with his large arms crossed, eyeing Seth with clear disdain. "Getting hit so many times by Gnolls—that’s disappointing."

"Oh, come on," Celine retorted, shooting a glare at the bald man. "He was alone in a damn overgrown Rift for a whole week."

Drack shrugged and threw her hands up. "If I’d had Shadow Step while Iron, not a single Gnoll would’ve been able to hit me."

"Oh really?" Orwen said, grinning ear to ear. "And you would’ve also been able to jump five Ranks in a week?"

"Damn right, I—wait, what?"

"You’ve gotta be kidding me," Lyrics exclaimed next to them. "Seriously, Seth, you're starting to make me feel bad about myself."

"Sorry, ma’am," Seth answered, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'll slow down in the next few weeks, don’t worry."

"How many damned Gnolls did you kill?" Drack growled with a grimace.

"That's not the most important part," Orwen said, padding the bald man’s back before stretching his hand out. "Mind if I look at your vita, kid?"

Seth nodded before pulling out the purple crystal orb out and handing it to the man. "But just so you know, I used one of Toren`s wands during the fight with the beast recorded in my vita."

"You meant you killed it with the wand," Drack huffed with a smirk.

As Orwen infused aether into the vita, white words appeared in the purple orb, and everyone leaned forward to read them.