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

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

only applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps one

least. Yet it had all felt so natural that he hadn't even questioned

off as system-magic, he dismissed the status screen, finally noticing that

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

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

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 Dennis, who just seemed eager to help. No

note that he was down to 54 arrows, having

enchanted with the ability to conjure [common] quality arrows

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

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, he saw that he

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

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 himself, he could just have one of the warriors fill it back up since they didn't use their mana

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

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

or something? Or maybe you went hunting

did a lot of archery when I was younger,

was honestly confused. If he had to say so himself, he did decently in the last fight, but

nothing more,” Bertram said, not pressing further. Though

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

else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders,

was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill

couple more minutes of walking, Jake finally spotted 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

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

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

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

– lvl 1] – Experience earned.

dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted

“SQUEEEEAL!”

out, followed by the sound of stomping, causing the ground

“RUN!”

around one of the larger trees. Without hesitation, he took out his knife and another arrow from

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

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 than even Bertram, the tallest

climbing. It smashed 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

it into the bark, the rest of the group just stood frozen gathered around another tree nearby with

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

a lone arrow shot into the boar’s side, finally making it take proper notice of the other humans. The mana

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