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

opened the window 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

down. Either the new stats only applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps one simply

During the fight, he had moved 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 it was to adapt to your body’s performance going through such huge

finally noticing that everyone was either staring at

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

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. They needed a

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

any source of water, Jake checked his quiver and took note that he was down to 54 arrows, having fired 6

with the ability to conjure [common] quality

out four seconds later that injecting something with mana was way easier than he had anticipated. He just had to

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

in the day, he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver, before adding, or not,

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 himself, he could just have one of the

ignoring how time-consuming it would be to recollect

they kept walking, Jake quickly ended up at the front, walking beside Bertram. Bertram

were you in the military or something? Or maybe

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

honestly confused. If he had to say so himself, he did decently in the

so well back there, nothing more,” Bertram said, not

or grubs or any of the smaller animals, really. There were birds up in the trees, but even they were all roughly

mosquitoes,

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

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

seconds passed, everyone seemed to start relaxing. Everyone but Jake. His intuition told him there was still something in

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

stumbling out came a small boar, no taller than up to their knees. After stumbling

have slain [Boar-Beast – lvl 1] – Experience earned. 1 TP

silent as they stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted

“SQUEEEEAL!”

sounded out, followed by the sound of stomping,

“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

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 rear. His shield aimed

as Jake was making rapid progress climbing up the tree, the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was

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

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 called for the casters

tree while making

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 the arrow seemed

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