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

the New

he hadn’t 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 feel it.

applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps one simply needed time to get used

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

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

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

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

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

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

A quiver enchanted with the ability to conjure [common] quality arrows when injected with

he said to himself… only to figure out four seconds later that injecting something with mana was way

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.

in the day, he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver, before adding, or not, as I didn’t

had considered recollecting the arrows, but there were several reasons not 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... he could just magically conjure them. And if he started getting low on mana himself, he could just have

be to recollect the arrows when it

front, walking beside Bertram. Bertram seemed

you in the military or something? Or maybe you went hunting from

a bit taken 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 home.

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

thought you handled yourself so well back there, nothing more,” Bertram said, not

the foliage. One thing he had noticed was the complete absence of insects or grubs

seem to have mutated, or perhaps become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders,

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

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

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

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

than up to their knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It fell on the

[Boar-Beast – lvl 1] – Experience

was once again silent as they stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to

“SQUEEEEAL!”

squeal sounded out, followed by the sound of stomping, causing the ground to

“RUN!”

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

group, all running to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the open holding the rear. His shield aimed towards the direction of

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

others and charged straight at the tree Jake 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 managed to hang on to the knife and avoid falling to what

around another tree nearby with everyone just gawking at the huge beast. Finally, Jacob got his shit together and called for the

engage, instead kept smashing its head into the tree while making loud

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

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