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 New

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

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 them.

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

finally noticing that everyone was either staring

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

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

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

he was down to 54 arrows, having fired 6 in the previous fight.

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

I just have to figure out how to inject something with mana, he said to himself… only to figure out four seconds later that injecting something with mana was way easier

growing out of the sides of it. After half a minute or so, there were once again

mana per arrow. Got it. Damn, this would have been useful back in the day, he thought to himself while admiring

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,

be to recollect the arrows when it only took seconds to

up at the front, walking beside Bertram.

or something? Or maybe

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

If he had to say so himself, he

Bertram said,

he had noticed was the complete absence of insects or grubs or any

else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see their entire group being wiped out

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

rustling bush. Bertram lifted his arm, motioning the rest of the group to stop. Jake took the bow off his shoulder

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

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

shriek was heard, and stumbling 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

– lvl 1] –

as they stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to

“SQUEEEEAL!”

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

“RUN!”

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,

started climbing as he registered the rest of his group, all running to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still out

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

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

plunging it into the bark, the rest of the group just stood frozen gathered around another tree nearby with everyone just gawking at the

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

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

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