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

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,

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

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 was to adapt to your body’s

write it off as system-magic, he dismissed the status screen, finally

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

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

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.

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

– A quiver enchanted with the ability

something with mana was way easier than he had anticipated. He just had to hold it in his hands, and then think

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

the day, he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver, before

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... he could just magically conjure them. And if he started getting low on mana

would be to recollect the arrows when it only took seconds to conjure

walking beside Bertram.

Or maybe you went

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

you handled yourself so well back there, nothing more,” Bertram said, not pressing further.

and turned his head forwards again, scanning the foliage. One thing he had noticed was the complete absence of insects or grubs or any of the smaller animals, really. There were birds up in the trees,

were good, though. Normal animals seem to have mutated, or perhaps become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders,

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

the rustling bush. Bertram lifted his arm, motioning the rest of

went silent once more. As the seconds passed, everyone seemed to start relaxing. Everyone but

Archer’s Eye, observing the bush very closely. He spotted light

stumbling out came a small boar, no taller than up to their knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It fell on the ground,

1] – Experience

pig. Jacob opened his mouth to

“SQUEEEEAL!”

squeal sounded out, followed by the sound

“RUN!”

advice. He ran back and 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

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

boar had come from earlier was torn apart. A massive boar, taller than

into the tree, making it shake excessively. The impact made him lose his grip on

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

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

it take proper notice of the other humans. The mana bolts made small explosions as they smashed into it,

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