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

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

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 thought, as

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.

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

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

everyone by now. On a side-note, Jake had entirely ‘ruined’ their carefully made plan by killing

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 the battle, and Dennis, who just seemed eager to help. No one

source of water, Jake checked his quiver and took note that he was down

enchanted with the ability to conjure [common] quality arrows

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

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

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

already used once, if only by a little. Third... he could just magically conjure them.

was ignoring how time-consuming it would be to recollect

walking beside Bertram. Bertram seemed to

military or something? Or maybe you went hunting

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

say so himself, he did decently in

nothing more,” Bertram said,

was the complete absence of insects or grubs or any of the smaller animals, really. There were birds up in the trees, but even they were

Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily

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

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 was

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

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

– lvl 1] – Experience

at the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by an even

“SQUEEEEAL!”

out, followed by the sound

“RUN!”

had no idea who had yelled, and he didn’t need to think twice before following the 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

as he registered the rest of his group, all running to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the open holding the

the small boar had come

it shake excessively. The impact made him lose his grip on the arrow, but he managed to hang on

with everyone just gawking at the huge beast. Finally, Jacob got his shit together and called for the casters and Casper to start

group of 9 preparing to engage, instead kept smashing its head into the tree while making loud squeals. A bad move by it in retrospect, as it allowed enough time for the humans to

of the other humans. The mana bolts made small explosions as they

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