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

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, save for when

he felt like his perception was still increasing as he stood there, venting down. Either the new stats only applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps one simply needed time to get used to

athlete in peak form, at least. Yet it had all felt so natural that he hadn't even questioned it for a second. It

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

away from him. Turning to the rest of them as he praised them. “Good job, everyone. Especially you,

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 source of food, so…

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

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

– A quiver enchanted with the ability to conjure

something with 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 in his hands, and then think really hard about doing it. 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 any more mana seemed to

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

they were useful again. Secondly, their penetrative power would be reduced if already used once, if only by a little. Third... he could just

recollect the arrows when it only took seconds

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

or something? Or maybe you went hunting from

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

If he had to say so himself, he did decently in the last fight, but that

nothing more,” Bertram said, not pressing further. Though he didn’t seem like

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

become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see their entire group being wiped out without even knowing how

bushes, which made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an

his line of sight, also seeing the rustling bush. Bertram lifted his arm, motioning the rest of the group to stop. Jake took

more. As the seconds passed, everyone seemed to

light being reflected between the leaves, and without

and 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

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

“SQUEEEEAL!”

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

“RUN!”

following the advice. He ran back and found his way around one of

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

tree, the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was torn apart. A massive boar, taller than even Bertram,

making it shake excessively. The impact made him lose

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 together and called for the casters and Casper to start shooting spells and arrows at the

engage, instead kept smashing its head into the tree while

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

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