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 New

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, his vision sharper than ever, save

his perception was still increasing as he stood there, venting down. Either the new stats only applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps one simply needed time to get used to

were truly a weird thing. During the fight, he had moved faster and been stronger than ever before at the level of an 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

he dismissed the status screen, finally noticing that everyone was either staring at him or the dead

him. Turning to the rest of them as he praised them. “Good job,

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

bloody animals. Especially not the one killed by Bertram and Theodore as it was a complete mess, filled with holes. They ended up only taking the two killed by Jake at the start of the fight, as they were the most whole. The carrying went to Ahmed, who felt bad for not contributing in the battle, and

that he was down to 54 arrows, having

Quiver (Common)] – A quiver enchanted with the ability 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,

minute or so, there were once again 60 arrows

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

be reduced if already used once, if only by a little. Third... he could just magically

that was ignoring how time-consuming it would be to recollect the arrows when

Jake quickly ended up at the front, walking beside Bertram. Bertram seemed to hesitate about something,

were you in the military or something? Or maybe you went hunting from time to time?”

of question. “No to both. But I did a lot of archery when I was younger, and

confused. If he had to say so himself, he did decently in the

Bertram said, not pressing

or grubs or any of the smaller animals, really.

Normal animals seem to have mutated, or perhaps become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see their entire group being wiped out

which made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill task. This made them move rather slowly, barely

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 shoulder and took an arrow out of the quiver, nocking the arrow.

few moments, the bush stopped rustling, and everything went silent once more. As the seconds passed, everyone seemed to

focused and used Archer’s Eye, observing the bush very closely. He spotted light being reflected between the leaves, and without any hesitation, he loosed an

to their knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It fell on the ground, an arrow sticking out

slain [Boar-Beast – lvl 1] – Experience earned. 1 TP

was once again silent as they stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth

“SQUEEEEAL!”

by the sound of stomping, causing

“RUN!”

ran back and found his way around one of the larger trees. Without hesitation, he

running to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the open holding the rear. His shield aimed towards

the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was torn apart. A massive

The impact made him lose his grip on the arrow, but he managed to hang on to the knife

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 called for the casters and Casper to start shooting

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

the boar’s side, finally making it take proper notice of the other humans. The mana bolts made small explosions as they smashed into it, leaving small holes and burnings its hide, while

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