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

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since the introduction. Not even to confirm his class or title. 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, his vision sharper than ever, save for when he focused on using

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 them. Got to experiment with it, he

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

to write it off as system-magic, he dismissed the status screen, finally noticing that everyone was either staring at him or

Jacob said, as he gently pushed the now blushing Caroline away from him. Turning to the rest of them as he praised them. “Good job, everyone.

again, the same passive smile and glint in 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.

no one wanted to pick up the dead and 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

forward, still looking for any source of water, Jake checked his quiver and took note that he was down to 54 arrows, having fired 6 in the previous fight. Focusing on the quiver,

with the ability to conjure [common] quality arrows

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

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

mana per arrow. Got it. Damn, this would have been useful back in the day, he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver,

to. First of all, he would have to clean the arrows somehow before they were useful again. Secondly, their penetrative power would be reduced if already used once, if only by a little. Third...

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

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

the military or something? Or maybe you went hunting from

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 the old folks back

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

just thought you handled yourself so well back there, nothing more,” Bertram said, not pressing further. Though he didn’t seem

nodded at him and turned his head forwards again, scanning the foliage. One thing he had noticed was the complete absence of insects or

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

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

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

once more. As the seconds passed, everyone seemed to start

closely. He spotted light being reflected between the leaves, and without any hesitation, he loosed

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

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opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by

“SQUEEEEAL!”

out, followed by the sound of stomping, causing the

“RUN!”

found his way around one of the larger trees. Without hesitation, he took out his knife and another arrow from his quiver and slammed them

all running to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the open holding the rear.

Jake was making rapid progress climbing up the tree, the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was torn apart. A massive boar, taller

was climbing. It smashed tusk-first into the tree, making it shake excessively. The impact made him lose his grip on the arrow, but he

it 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

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

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 the arrow

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