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

had nearly doubled with the title and levels added together, going from 8 to 14. With Perception being the stat increased

he stood there, venting down. Either the new stats only applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps one simply needed time to get

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 was to adapt to your body’s performance going through

finally noticing that everyone was

he gently pushed the now blushing Caroline away from him. Turning to the rest of them as he praised them.

his eyes as before. The tension after the fight had left everyone by now. On a side-note, Jake 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 being what to do with the corpses after. They needed a source

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,

he was down to 54 arrows, having fired 6 in the previous fight. Focusing

quiver enchanted with the ability to

have to figure out how to inject something with mana, he said to himself… 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,

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 more mana seemed to have no effect at all. Looking at his mana,

useful back in the day, he thought to himself while admiring

penetrative power would be reduced if already used once, if only by a little. Third... he could just magically conjure them.

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

ended up at the front, walking beside

military or something? Or maybe you went hunting from time to time?” he

a bit taken aback, not expecting that kind of question. “No to both. But I did a lot of archery when I was younger, and still practice when I visit

had to say so himself, he did decently in the last

there, nothing more,” Bertram said, not pressing further. Though he didn’t seem like the answer satisfied

or grubs or any of the smaller animals, really. There were birds up in the

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 without even knowing how they

bushes, which made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill task. This made them

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

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

light being reflected between the

huge shriek was heard, and stumbling out came a small boar, no taller than up to their knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It fell on

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pig. Jacob opened his mouth to say something but was

“SQUEEEEAL!”

by the sound of stomping, causing the ground to vibrate

“RUN!”

before following the advice. He ran back and found his way around one of

trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the open holding the rear. His shield aimed

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

taking out another arrow and plunging it into the bark, the rest of the group just stood frozen gathered around another tree nearby with everyone

completely ignoring the group of 9 preparing to engage, instead kept smashing its head into the tree while making loud squeals. A bad move

followed by a lone arrow shot into 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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