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

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

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

and been stronger than ever before at the level of an athlete in peak form, at least. Yet it had all felt so

the status screen, finally noticing that everyone was either staring at him

pushed the now blushing Caroline away from him. Turning to the

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

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

for any source of water, Jake checked his quiver and took note that he was down to 54

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

mana was way easier than he had anticipated. He just had to hold it

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

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

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 one of the warriors fill it back up since they didn't

was ignoring how time-consuming it would be to recollect

ended up at the front, walking beside Bertram.

something? Or maybe you went hunting from time to time?” he eventually

a bit taken aback, not expecting that kind of question. “No to both. But I did a lot of archery when I was

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

said, not pressing further. Though he didn’t seem like the

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, but even they were all roughly the

mutated, or perhaps become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see their entire group

fallen trees, and 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

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

silent once more. As the seconds passed, everyone

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

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

lvl 1] – Experience

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

“SQUEEEEAL!”

sound

“RUN!”

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

running to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still

up the tree, the bush where the small boar had come from earlier

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 would most

another tree nearby with everyone just gawking at the huge

into the tree while making

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

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