Jake Summers

With a thump, Allen fell to the ground. He was layin on hid back, feeling the exhaustion of his body. There was a seething pain in his leg that forced him to lift his head up to check.

Almost immediately, his body jolted in shock. There was a wide and deep cut in his leg, coming from the lower end of his knee down to four inches above his ankle.

The boy immediately looked around to see if he could find some herbs to disinfect his wound. He couldn't possible use the water in the swamp, so he wanted to look for herbs so he could extract the juice from.

There was a rustling in the bushes near him. The boy's eyes widened. He looked around to see if he could see anywhere he could hide on.

"Those damned beasts!" a voice sounded behind the large bush. Allen felt relieved and nervous at the same time. For all he know, this person could be one of the ones from their camp and knows his identity.

If he was found alive, changed, and had a power that will alter the tide of power in Earth, all his plans will go down the drain.

His hand touched the lion. He planned on hiding behind it and pretend to be asleep but he felt another twitch. This time, it was in his lips. With a single word uttered, the lion's body glowed, "Store."

The carcass went into Allen's palm. Since the footsteps from the bushes got closer and closer, he couldn't check what happened to it. He only laid back on the ground, pretending to fall asleep. He didn't notice that exhaustion caught up to him and he fell asleep completely.

–

Jake Summers was the son of a conglomerate. He was the second heir of an empire that was one of the companies that held power in the new age. His father owns a company that crafts equipment made from the raw materials in the Otherworlds.

Though his family was a prominent figure in the Hunters, Jake was different from all of them. While his older brother reached the Third World, Eternity, at the age of nineteen four years ago, and his younger brother recently reached the Second World, Paradise, Jake was stuck in Haven.

Among them, Jake was the only one who had a different role. Unlike his brothers who were both Assassins, he was a Support, healer type. This made him the headlines for all news outlet in Earth. He became the clown in his family, labeled as weak and useless.

He was in a forest in Haven when he heard a loud roar in a distance. Jake knew all too well that he was utterly weak when he was alone, but he wanted to prove his family wrong. He wanted to make them proud of him too.

Using the sword he stole in his father's office, Jake explored the forest. His weapon was his choice. He replaced his staff with his father's most prized sword. A sword that will annihilate any beast in Haven.

[ Jake Summers, Level 23, EXP 1200/2300 ]

[ Blade of Divine Justice ]

Grade: Sacred

Damage: 50

Effect/s: (1) When successfully hitting a target, the blade will add another slash that deals 30 damage.

(2) When another Divine Justice set is within the 5-meter range, the damage is increased by 10.

(3) When the enemy has ill/malicious intent, the user shall gain a 30 (+5* number of enemies) shield.

Unlike Codes, artificially made equipment, including weapons didn't have the Type display in the interface. The Skill Altar that scans the weapon automatically registers it as a weapon since skill-type Codes couldn't be artificially created. Though the other aspects of the weapon is just like a Code, even the effects it inherits from the raw materials used to make it.

Jake held the sword tightly in his hand as he approached the presence in the middle of the forest. The aura from the beasts he was going after wasn't a joke. It was scary– terrifying. He had never felt anything like this before.

He took a few more steps when he felt another alarming presence. Jake lowered his body and slowly walked to the direction of the two presences.

From afar, he could only hear the roaring and the screeching of the two beasts. He wanted to get closer to them as soon as possible, but he knew he can't. There might be another beast that got attracted to the parade of aura coming from the two.

A few more steps and something caught Jake's eyes. He turned to the left and saw a fresh cut on a tree. His face contorted in confusion and anger. With a scoff, he placed his left hand on the tree, "Charm of Relief."

A scene like this affected Jake. When he was rejected by society, he found himself indulging in planting plants and studying them. He was one of those who were against exploiting the forests, even in the Otherworlds. When the world turned its back on him, nature held out its hand for him to take.

His palm lit up with a green light. There were small glitter-like particles that fell from his palm down to the tree. When the glitters would reach the tree, it would heal the cut.

"This doesn't seem to be from that beast," Jake analyzed as he finished up. The cut from the bark of the tree completely vanished from his healing. He looked around once more, seeing another tree with the same type of cut. "Seemed to be made from a dull weapon. Like a rock."

Jake closed his eyes and felt the aura coming from the two beasts that were fighting. If he could make their forms, one was a four-legged predator while the other stood in its two legs but had a slender physique. He shook his head and analyzed the situation.

His eyes widened, thinking there was a third beast. From the cuts in the trees that suspiciously led to where the other two beasts, there was another one approaching them. It could be an orc or something humanoid that could carry weapons.

Jake brandished his sword once again. He ran closer to the beasts, making sure to conceal his aura from leaking out. His eyes then caught a series of fallen trees.

"Oh, come on," Jake groaned. He always had the irk to heal the ones that were wounded. He got this resolve when he was left all battered and heavily wounded from a fight when he was young.

When they said that the roles of Hunters were influenced by their mental capabilities and their emotional traits. This led to Jake having the ability to heal others. In his mind, he didn't want others to get hurt. He always prioritized healing over everything.

It took him a while to revive the trees. He heard one last roar, waking him up from his own trance. "I got distracted again. Those damned beasts!"

He brandished his sword and slashed them through the tall grass and bushes. He hurried out of there, finally reaching a small clearing where the forest and the swamp meets.

His fingers covered his nose by the sheer stench of the swamp. For some, it wold be unbearable. The swamp smelled so disgusting that it almost made Jake leave. He examined the scene and saw a carcass of the stick beast with the destroyed head.

Not far from it was an unconscious boy with a large wound on his leg. Jake's eyes widened. He rushed to where Allen was and checked his pulse.

Feeling the pulse, Jake didn't hesitate to heal the badly cut leg, "Charm of Relief."

It didn't take long for the green light healed the wound completely. Jake examined Allen's face. He took a couple of steps back after realizing that this boy wasn't familiar to him. Their camp wasn't small, but every face of all the Hunters in that camp was familiar to him.

Allen's new face didn't register in his mind. He checked for identity in Allen's pockets, but found nothing. All he saw was the hammer in Allen's hands, and this led him to believe that Allen caused the cuts on the trees.

With a scoff and a sigh, Jake took Allen. He slung the unconscious boy's arm in his neck as he guided him out of the forest.