The Primal Hunter

Chapter 5

As Jake was still basking in the feeling of his level-ups and post-battle euphoria, he opened his status window. The reverie of his colleagues was of little interest to him, as while he enjoyed the victory, he didn’t exactly view it as some monumental achievement. They were overgrown rodents… badgers are rodents, right? Probably not. Moving on.

Status

Name: Jake Thayne

Race: [Human (G) – lvl 1]

Class: [Archer – lvl 2]

Profession: N/A

Health Points (HP): 130/130

Mana Points (MP): 120/120

Stamina: 111/130

Stats

Strength: 13

Agility: 14

Endurance: 13

Vitality: 13

Toughness: 11

Wisdom: 12

Intelligence: 12

Perception: 18

Willpower: 10

Free points: 3

Titles

of the

And it sure had grown. His agility alone had nearly doubled with the title and levels added together, going from 8 to 14. With Perception being the stat increased by 2 points per archer level, it had grown by an entire 8 points. And he could feel it. Sounds were clearer,

only applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps one simply needed time to get used to them. Got to experiment with it, he thought, as he smiled to

athlete in peak form, at least. Yet it had all felt so natural that he hadn't even questioned it for a second. It was almost scary how easy it was to adapt to your body’s performance

finally noticing that everyone was either staring at him or

he gently pushed the now blushing Caroline away from him. Turning to the

‘ruined’ their carefully made plan by killing half of the beasts before the fight even began. The only beneficial part of

the two killed by Jake at the start

water, Jake checked his quiver and took note that he was down to 54 arrows, having fired 6 in the

– A quiver enchanted with the ability to conjure

only to figure out four seconds later that injecting something with mana was way easier than he had anticipated. He just had to hold it in his hands, and then think really hard about doing it. It

felt a little weird, but not really uncomfortable. In the quiver, he saw arrows slowly appear, seemingly growing out of the sides of it. After half a minute or so, there were once again 60 arrows in the quiver. Trying to inject any

per arrow. Got it. Damn, this would have been useful back in the day, he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver, before adding, or not, as

used once, if only by a little. Third... he could just magically conjure them. And if he started getting low on mana himself, he could just have one of the warriors fill it back up since they didn't use their mana

how time-consuming it would be to recollect the arrows when it only took seconds to conjure

at the front, walking beside Bertram. Bertram seemed to hesitate about something, but

Or maybe

lot of archery when I was younger, and still practice when I visit the old folks back home. Why are you

had to say so himself,

well back there, nothing more,” Bertram said,

the complete absence of insects or grubs

or perhaps become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see their entire

trees, and giant bushes, which made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill task. This made them move rather

some movement off to his left. He instantly poked Bertram in the side, who followed his line of sight, also seeing the rustling bush. Bertram lifted his arm, motioning the rest of the group to stop. Jake took the bow off his

everything went silent once more. As the seconds passed, everyone seemed to start relaxing. Everyone but Jake. His intuition told him there

bush very closely. He spotted light being reflected between the leaves, and without any hesitation,

up to their knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It fell on the ground,

[Boar-Beast – lvl 1] – Experience

dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to

“SQUEEEEAL!”

sound of stomping, causing the ground

“RUN!”

to think twice before following the advice. He ran back and found his way around one of the larger trees. Without hesitation, he took out his

climbing as he registered the rest of his group, all running to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the open holding the rear. His shield

rapid progress climbing up the tree, the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was

tusk-first into the tree, making it shake excessively. The impact made him lose his grip on the arrow, but he managed to hang on to the knife and avoid falling to what would most likely be certain

into the bark, the rest of the group just stood frozen gathered around another tree nearby with everyone just gawking at the huge beast. Finally, Jacob got his shit together and

into the tree while making loud squeals. A bad move by it in retrospect, as it allowed enough time for the

the boar’s side, finally making it take proper notice of the other humans. The mana bolts made small explosions as they smashed into

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