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

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. Sounds were clearer, his vision sharper than ever,

stood there, venting down. Either the new stats only applied their bonus

before at the level of an athlete in peak form, at least. Yet it had all

the status screen, finally noticing that everyone was either staring

as he gently pushed the now blushing Caroline away from him. Turning to the

back to normal again, the same 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

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 even addressed or asked Jake to take anything. Not something he was going to complain

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

the ability to conjure

out four seconds later that injecting something with mana was way easier than

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 any more mana seemed to

would have been useful back in the day, he thought to himself while admiring the magical

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

of that was ignoring how time-consuming it would be to recollect the arrows

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

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

was 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. Why are you

to say so himself, he did decently in the

just thought you handled yourself so well back there, nothing more,” Bertram said, not pressing further. Though he didn’t seem like the answer satisfied him

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

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

hills, fallen trees, and giant bushes, which made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an

rustling bush. Bertram lifted his arm, motioning the

went silent once more. As the seconds passed, everyone seemed to start

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

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

1] – Experience earned.

Jacob opened his mouth to say

“SQUEEEEAL!”

by the sound of stomping, causing

“RUN!”

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

to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the open holding the rear. His shield aimed

Jake was making rapid progress climbing up the tree, the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was torn apart. A

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 would most likely be

arrow and plunging it into the bark, the rest of the group just stood frozen gathered around another tree nearby with everyone just gawking at the huge beast. Finally, Jacob got his shit

smashing its head into the tree while making loud squeals. A bad

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

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