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

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

felt like his perception was still increasing as he stood there, venting down. Either the new stats only applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps

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

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

Caroline,” Jacob said, as he gently pushed the now blushing Caroline away from him. Turning to the rest of them as he praised

plan by killing half of the beasts before the fight even began. The only beneficial part of the plan still

They ended up only taking the two killed by Jake at the start of the fight, as they were the

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. Focusing on the quiver, he once again identified

the ability to conjure [common] quality

to figure out four seconds later that injecting something with mana was way easier than he had

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

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

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

how time-consuming it would be to recollect the

walking beside Bertram. Bertram seemed to hesitate about something, but eventually opened

Or maybe

But I did a lot of archery when I was younger, and still practice when

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

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

absence of insects or grubs or any of the smaller animals, really. There

become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes,

was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill

more minutes of walking, Jake finally spotted some movement off to his left. He instantly poked Bertram in 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 his shoulder and took an arrow out of the quiver, nocking

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

bush very closely. He spotted light being reflected between the leaves, and

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

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

again silent as they stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his

“SQUEEEEAL!”

squeal sounded out, followed by the sound

“RUN!”

ran back and found his way around one

behind the trees. Bertram was

climbing up the tree, the bush where the small boar had come from earlier

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

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

while making loud squeals. A bad move by

The mana bolts

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