Chapter 2: The Awakening of the Forgotten One
Jasmine Borgahain never wanted to be a fighter.
Before the fame, before the dungeons, before the power that made her one of the strongest hunters in the world—she had been just another girl trying to survive.
A simple Healer-Mage, barely scraping by in the cruel underbelly of Guwahati.
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The one-bedroom apartment she shared with her mother was small, the walls cracked, the paint peeling. It smelled of dampness and the leftover food they saved to last the week. She never complained. Her mother did her best, working long hours at a textile factory just to keep Jasmine in school.
But her father…
BANG!
The door slammed open. Jasmine flinched. The sharp stench of alcohol filled the air before she even saw him.
Rudra Borgahain was a tall man, broad-shouldered, with a face hardened by years of failure and regret. A once-promising soldier who had been dishonorably discharged, now nothing more than a drunk who took out his frustrations on the only two people who couldn’t fight back.
“Where’s the money?” he slurred, staggering into the room.
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Jasmine’s mother, Rina, stepped in front of her instinctively. “I don’t have any! I told you, I paid the rent—”
A fist flew.
Jasmine screamed as her mother hit the ground, blood spilling from her lip.
Rudra turned to her, his dark eyes full of hatred. “You! Useless girl! You think healing magic is gonna feed us? You think you’re better than me?”
Jasmine backed away, her heart pounding. “Please… don’t.”
His hand swung toward her—
But before it could land, something snapped inside her.
A deep, ancient voice echoed in her mind.
[Primal System Activation: The Forgotten One Has Awakened.]
A wave of power exploded from her body, sending Rudra flying across the room.
The walls cracked. The ceiling trembled. Her veins burned with a golden fire as unfamiliar symbols glowed beneath her skin. She fell to her knees, clutching her head as memories that weren’t hers flooded her mind—
A battlefield covered in the bodies of gods.
A beast with golden eyes, whispering her name.
The feeling of absolute power.
Her father groaned, trying to stand. “W-what the hell…?”
Jasmine’s gaze snapped to him, her once soft brown eyes now glowing with a terrifying golden hue. Her voice came out different—stronger, colder.
“Don’t touch my mother again.”
The room trembled.
And for the first time in his life, Rudra Borgahain looked at his daughter with fear.
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The Next Day
News of what happened spread fast.
Jasmine didn’t remember much after the power took over, only that when she woke up, her father was gone—ran away in terror. The Hunter Association was already at their doorstep.
An S-Rank official, Major Vikram Sen, sat across from her at a cheap dining table, staring at her like she was an anomaly.
“Jasmine Borgahain,” he said. “You were just a low-tier Healer-Mage, no combat skills, no special abilities. And then, overnight, you awakened into something that shattered our magic meters.”
Jasmine looked down at her hands. They were still shaking.
“I don’t know what happened,” she admitted. “I don’t know what this power is.”
Vikram leaned forward. “But you felt it, didn’t you? The moment it activated.”
She swallowed hard. “Yes.”
He studied her for a moment before nodding. “We’re classifying you as an S-Rank immediately. You don’t have a choice in this, Jasmine. You’re too dangerous to be ignored.”
Her heart sank.
She never wanted this. She just wanted to heal people, to live a quiet life with her mother.
But fate had other plans.
Because she wasn’t just another Hunter.
She was The Last Primal Hunter.
And the world was about to learn exactly what that meant.
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