A Novel Concept - He Who Eludes Death-Chapter 327: Priam, Captain of the Mercenaries

Next came the Duatians, men and women with disconcerting physiques. Despite their prominent muscles, all bore dark circles under their eyes that no makeup could conceal. Eyes were the window to the soul, and theirs had endured trauma. The fact that they were the only ones besides Priam who could ignore the presence of the Tier 4 piqued his curiosity. Biomancers and necromancers... masters of life and death, of body and soul. I should speak with them after the Reunion.

Priam leaned forward slightly to peer toward the back of the hangar, where hundreds of Zoans—beastmen—stood in formation.

Aside from their bipedal stance and humanoid silhouettes, no two were alike. Bovines, canids, felines, amphibians, even reptiles—animalistic features blended seamlessly with humanoid forms, creating a race that looked feral. That perception couldn’t have been further from the truth, and Maya had warned him: their time magic was powerful.

As Priam’s mind raced with ways to counter a hybrid creature capable of navigating the river of time, the hangar doors creaked open.

“Ten civilizations integrated at once, yet only six stand before me. I wonder what the other four look like...”

Wang Lin’s voice resonated through the hangar, shattering the oppressive silence left by the Tier 4’s aura. The leader of the Mercenaries had arrived to inspect his troops.

“It doesn’t matter for now. Today, before being Humans, Hoplites, Empyreans, Arkanians, Duatians, or Zoans, you are potential Mercenaries. Survive, and you will join the family.”

The air trembled as fifty Mercenaries materialized beside the colonel. Priam felt his heartbeat accelerate. It might not seem like much, but every single one of these Tier 4s could single-handedly bring humanity to its knees. Elsewhere, these powerhouses would have been worshiped; here, they were merely Guild members. The message was clear: joining the Mercenaries was a ticket to the elite.

After a brief pause, Wang Lin continued.

“Unlike your parents, the Guild is a family you choose. Surrounded by comrades who have your back, you will explore this universe, face down heroes and dragons, amass wealth and glory! And if, one day, a blade silences you...” The colonel grinned. “We’ll sing of your exploits so loudly the world will never forget!”

Priam’s heart pounded as his blood roared in his veins. This speech resonated with his very soul.

“However, this freedom comes at a price: the Guild comes before your civilization. When your captains give you orders, remember that your dreams outweigh your doubts. Generous to our own, selfish to the world.”

“Generous to our own, selfish to the world!” the recruits roared in unison.

A second later, a portal opened before each potential Mercenary.

Less than half a day later, Priam and his team had already tracked down and executed a Baron—without alerting any other humans. As captain, the mage had been briefed on the recurring elements of these Reunions. Entering a dome by defeating its guardian was a standard pattern, but sharing such knowledge came at a cost for the Mercenaries. Priam couldn’t divulge this information to the rest of humanity without dire consequences for his new Guild.

Generous to our own, selfish to the world...

Once one of the dome’s hotels was secured, Priam set about fulfilling the Guild’s objectives. While the first was to investigate humanity’s Threat to claim rewards, the second was recruiting talent. That was why, for three hours this day, he forced himself to interview fighters who had managed to enter the dome.

“I made it to the fourth wave in the Colosseum—you know, the eight boars—thanks to my [Plasma Orb - Epic].” The man, somewhere in his thirties, flicked his wrist, summoning a glowing sphere of white fire. The room’s temperature spiked instantly. “One orb per two boars—no more, no less! It’s an expensive skill, but I can cast four at my level. Soon, I’ll be able to cast one per hand, just like in Skyrim, and then—”

“I’m sure that’ll be impressive,” Priam interrupted, weaving a rune of asphyxiation with his aether. Empowered by his Fire Concept, the sigil dispersed the fireball before the heat could ruin the ceiling’s paint. “We’ll be in touch.”

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Maya opened the door, and the man shuffled out, visibly deflated.

“You don’t like Skyrim?” she asked once he was gone.

“It’s my childhood game and I fully intend to shout a Fus Ro Dah when I kill my first dragon,” he grinned. “But this isn’t a game. I get that some people use fantasy to escape reality, but I can’t afford to have unstable recruits in my team.”

Many human elites, including Priam, had adapted quickly thanks to their familiarity with RPGs, fantasy, and pop culture. Fiction had primed their minds for alien possibilities. The trap was believing reality worked like a game.

“That’s got to be the worst epic skill I’ve ever seen,” Maya scoffed. “A powerful explosion, sure, but it’s unfocused and perfect for friendly fire. No way I’m letting that man fight anywhere near me.”

“I pity the team that takes him in,” Priam muttered. “Are there any other candidates?”

“That was the last one.”

Priam grimaced. Not only had these interviews wasted his time, but they hadn’t produced a single decent recruit.

“We need a headhunter. Luc, can I leave this to you?”

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“Consider it done, boss!”

Priam stretched as he stood. “Perfect. I’m heading back to the Colosseum. The fifteenth wave’s coming before dawn.”

“I'm sorry, but I currently have no information about humanity’s Threat,” Mercury apologized.

“Figures. I’m also looking for warriors—real fighters—willing to join the Mercenaries. Think that’s something you can help with?”

The merchant grinned as he poured two drinks. “It would be my pleasure! But to persuade them, I’ll need to know exactly what you’re offering and why.”

Priam saw no reason to lie.

“Well, the Guild runs on a sponsor-recruit system that rewards bringing in good talent. Basically, when one of my recruits earns a hundred contribution points, I get five as a bonus. That means it’s in my best interest to find skilled people, mentor them, and train them properly. Do that enough times, and you’ve got yourself a comfortable passive income.”

“Smart.” Mercury handed Priam a glass. “I'm willing to direct elites your way—for a price. However, most of them are already bound to factions. And some… well, let’s just say their contracts are barely a step above slavery. If you were willing to free them, they would certainly be grateful.”

Priam’s expression darkened. He had been warned about these contracts on his first day with the Mercenaries. Drafted by notaries wielding Concepts like Pact, Oath, and Commitment, they were practically inescapable. Loopholes were nonexistent and once signed the exit clauses were deliberately impossible to fulfill.

Of course, if a signer massively outclassed the notary, the Concept’s grip weakened. In practice, factions never let their weapons reach that level of power. There were, however, other ways to free someone.

“With one exception—the Champion of Humanity—I haven’t been authorized to buy out any contracts,” Priam admitted.

No official order had been given, but Wang Lin had hinted that he was willing to do a lot to maintain good relations with the Champion of Humanity. Priam had taken that to mean he could offer to buy out the Champion’s contract if they had had the misfortune of signing something binding.

“There are other ways to break a contract,” Mercury said with a knowing smile. “Mercenaries have a reputation for taking rejection… poorly.”

Priam raised an eyebrow. The merchant had to know the Mercenary Guild’s notaries weren’t strong enough to break contracts from the top factions.

“Even if we were willing to kill notaries, mid-Tier Concepts linger after their wielder dies—not to mention that most contracts are co-signed by multiple notaries. My Guild isn’t going to war with a major faction just to recruit a handful of humans who still need to prove themselves.”

Mercury was silent for a moment, then turned to Priam. “What if there was a way to free them without starting a war?”

Priam started to laugh—until he realized Mercury was serious. “That’s impossible,” he said flatly. “Sector Hope is young, but its strongest factions are run by Tier 7s. Their will is absolute.”

“Everything is relative. Let me tell you about a man who’s about to shake this Sector to its core—Prometheus, King by Divine Right and the second winner of our Impossible Tutorial.”

His meeting with Mercury had left Priam rattled. Even with Wang Lin’s training, he was nowhere near ready to face an Immortal. By comparison, the winners of the Impossible Tutorial had received gamebreaking Talents.

“So the gap between a Perilous and an Impossible Tutorial is that massive,” Maya muttered. “I wonder how we measure up to the Nightmares.”

“Not as badly as you think,” Luc said. Seeing their interest, he elaborated. “According to Lasha, arrogant madmen and overconfident geniuses choose Impossible. More level-headed people pick Hard or Perilous. Nightmare is the in-between—usually picked by those too blind to notice a hidden seventh option. They’re often set up as hunters to cull the Impossible candidates… and they end up as you’d expect. Almost no one survives a Nightmare Tutorial.”

Priam took a moment to process that. If true, then the Impossible Tutorial must have forced its candidates to kill other humans.

“So outside of the Impossible winners, we’re the best?” Maya grinned.

“Well, I’m sure our captain could take them!” Luc declared.

Priam felt his competitive spirit flare and decided to raid the Colosseum.

As he faced the boss of the twentieth wave, a Turtle Baron, a notification flashed before his eyes.

Bronze Achievement!

Anatole Von Stadl single-handedly eliminated a Lunar Baron.

Humanity will be rewarded for this achievement.

Priam clenched his jaw, summoning and linking three protective runes. The triple kinetic shields bought him just enough time to escape the arena before Blastoise’s ice cannon reduced him to paste.

“Captain, it’s the Champion!” Luc shouted as Priam entered the Mercenary HQ.

“Do you have his location?”

Luc pointed at a map spread across the floor. All domes known by the Mercenary were marked on it. He grabbed a dart and flicked it toward the ceiling. After a perfect arc, it was recalled by gravity and landed on a named spot.

“Viracocha.”

Status:

PHYSICAL:

Strength 893

Constitution 1 450

Agility 1 194

Vitality 1 368

Perception 865

MENTAL:

Vivacity (D) 599

Dexterity 760

Memory 911

Willpower 1 177

Charisma 776

META:

Meta-affinity 1 039

Meta-focus 620

Meta-endurance 1 070

Meta-perception 541

Meta-chance 616

Meta-authority 453

Potential: 27 797

Tier 0

Sun points: 1 143 444

[He Who Eludes Death] charge: PRIMED.

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