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

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

he stood there, venting down. Either the new stats only applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps one simply needed time

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

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

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

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

no one wanted to 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

was down to 54

– A quiver enchanted with the ability to conjure [common] quality

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

slowly left him, it felt a little 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 have no effect at all. Looking

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

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

would be to recollect the arrows when

up at the front, walking beside Bertram. Bertram seemed to hesitate about something,

or something? Or maybe you went

both. But I did a lot of archery when I was

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

thought you handled yourself so well back there, nothing more,” Bertram said,

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 size

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

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

the rustling bush. Bertram lifted his arm,

silent once more. As the seconds passed, everyone seemed to start relaxing. Everyone but Jake. His

light being reflected between the leaves, and without any

huge shriek was heard, and stumbling out came a small boar, no taller than up to their knees.

lvl 1] –

opened his mouth to say

“SQUEEEEAL!”

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

“RUN!”

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 larger trees. Without hesitation, he took out his knife and another arrow from his quiver and slammed them into the tree, penetrating

trees. Bertram was the only one still out

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

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

the group just stood frozen gathered around another tree nearby with

while making loud squeals. A bad move by it in retrospect, as it allowed

arrow shot into the 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 unable

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