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 imagination, but 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

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 easy it was to adapt to your body’s performance going through such

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

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

‘ruined’ their carefully made plan by killing half of the beasts before the fight even began. The only beneficial part of the plan still

to transport the badgers was a hassle, as 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 start of the fight, as

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

the ability to conjure

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

of it. After half a minute or so, there were once again 60 arrows in the quiver.

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

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

would be to recollect the arrows when

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

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

of archery when I was younger, and still practice when I visit the old folks back home. Why

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

yourself so well back there, nothing more,” Bertram said, not pressing further. Though

at him and 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

though. Normal animals seem to have mutated, or perhaps become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily

made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill

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

once more. As the seconds passed, everyone seemed to start relaxing. Everyone but Jake. His intuition told him there was still something in

Archer’s Eye, observing the bush very closely. He spotted light being reflected between the leaves, and

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

[Boar-Beast – lvl 1] – Experience earned. 1 TP

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

“SQUEEEEAL!”

sound of stomping, causing

“RUN!”

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

the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the open holding the rear. His

tree, the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was torn apart. A

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

by taking out another arrow and plunging it into the bark, the rest of the group just stood frozen gathered around another tree nearby with everyone

engage, instead kept smashing its head into the tree while making loud squeals. A bad move by it in retrospect, as it allowed enough

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 small explosions as they smashed

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