Solo Leveling: The Last Primal Hunter
Chapter 11: The Gathering Storm
Jasmine sat in her room, fingers drumming against the wooden desk.
The system had given her two days before the journey to Agra.
Two days to prepare.
Two days before everything changed again.
Her mind was racing. She needed more information.
“System,” she whispered. “Tell me more about the Primal Relics.”
[Analyzing…]
[Primal Relics: Artifacts from the Ancient Era, imbued with the essence of Primordial Beasts. Each relic unlocks hidden abilities tied to the wielder’s soul.]
Jasmine frowned. “So, if I get them… I’ll become stronger?”
[Affirmative.]
[Warning: Primal Relics are heavily guarded by ancient beings. Failure to acquire them will weaken your chances of surviving the Final Era War.]
She exhaled. So there was no choice.
Either she got the relics—or she died when this so-called war began.
“Great,” she muttered. “Just what I needed.”
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The Next Morning: A Visit to the IHA
Before heading to Agra, Jasmine decided to meet with the Indian Hunter Association.
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She needed access to classified dungeon reports—especially if Primal Relics were involved.
Walking into the grand IHA headquarters, she was met with salutes from lower-ranked Hunters.
She had been officially recognized as an S-Rank for over a year now.
Yet, she still wasn’t used to the way people looked at her.
She approached the receptionist. “I need to see Director Sahay.”
The woman paled. “He’s in a meeting, but I can inform him—”
Before she could finish, a voice called out from behind.
“No need. Let her in.”
Jasmine turned to see Director Aarav Sahay, the man in charge of the IHA’s most classified operations.
A grizzled veteran of countless dungeon raids.
And one of the few people who didn’t fear her.
“Follow me,” he said, leading her to his office.
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Inside the Director’s Office
Sitting across from Sahay, Jasmine got straight to the point.
“I need access to any reports on Primal Relics.”
Sahay raised an eyebrow. “And why would you need that?”
Jasmine’s eyes narrowed. “Because my system just assigned me a mission to retrieve one.”
A flicker of recognition crossed Sahay’s face.
“You’ve been chosen…” he muttered under his breath.
Jasmine tensed. “What?”
Sahay sighed and leaned forward. “Jasmine, you’re not the first S-Rank to search for the Primal Relics.”
Her heartbeat quickened. “You mean—?”
“There were others,” he admitted. “But none of them returned.”
Jasmine’s breath caught in her throat.
None of them returned.
She had expected the mission to be dangerous, but this?
Sahay continued, “The last known record of a Hunter attempting to retrieve a relic was two years ago. He was Aamir Khan, an S-Rank specializing in Shadow Manipulation. He vanished. No body. No traces. Nothing.”
Jasmine clenched her fists.
This wasn’t going to be easy.
But she had already made her decision.
“I’m still going,” she said firmly.
Sahay studied her for a long moment.
Then, to her surprise, he smirked.
“Of course, you are.”
He pulled open a drawer and slid a file across the desk.
“This is everything we have on the ruins in Agra,” he said. “Good luck, Jasmine.”
She took the file and stood. “Thanks, Director.”
Sahay nodded. “Just… don’t disappear like the others.”
Jasmine smirked. “I don’t plan to.”
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A Last-Minute Shopping Trip
Before leaving for Agra, Jasmine stopped by one last place.
The Hunter Equipment Market.
It was the largest gathering spot for Hunters needing weapons, potions, and armor.
Walking through the marketplace, she checked her system balance.
[Hunter Account Balance: 12,750,000 INR]
A year of completing high-rank dungeon raids had made her filthy rich.
She entered a high-end magic store and browsed the inventory.
Her eyes landed on something interesting.
[Item: Primal Resistance Cloak]
[Effect: Grants 30% resistance against unknown magical forces. Price: 2,500,000 INR]
Jasmine smirked. Perfect.
She bought the cloak, along with some high-quality potions and a new enchanted dagger.
As she stepped out of the store, she heard a familiar voice.
“Stocking up, huh?”
She turned and saw Mri.
The golden-eyed boy leaned against a nearby lamppost, arms crossed.
Jasmine sighed. “Are you stalking me now?”
Mri chuckled. “Not stalking. Just… keeping an eye on my future girlfriend.”
Jasmine rolled her eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”
Mri grinned. “So, when do we leave?”
Jasmine exhaled. “Tomorrow morning.”
Mri nodded. “Alright. See you then.”
As Jasmine watched him walk away, she felt something strange.
A gut feeling.
Something about Mri…
Was he really just a flirt?
Or was he hiding somethin
g much bigger?
Her system chimed in her mind.
[Warning: Unknown Entity Detected.]
Jasmine froze.
She turned back—
But Mri was already gone.