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

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,

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 them. Got to experiment with it, he thought, as he smiled to

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

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

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

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

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 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 to help. No

still 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

with the ability to conjure [common] quality

to inject 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

or so, there were once again 60 arrows in the quiver. Trying to inject any

Got it. Damn, this would have been useful back in the day, he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver, before adding, or not, as I

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 conjure

how time-consuming it would be to recollect the arrows when it only

walking beside Bertram.

military or something? Or maybe you went hunting from time to time?”

kind of question. “No to both. But I did a lot of archery when

he had to say so himself, he did decently

handled yourself so well back there, nothing more,” Bertram said, not pressing further. Though he didn’t seem like the answer satisfied

noticed was the complete 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

perhaps become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see their entire

fallen trees, and giant bushes, which made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill task. This made them move rather

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 the arrow. Ready for whatever was

once more. As the seconds passed, everyone seemed

He spotted light being reflected between the leaves, and without any hesitation, he

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

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

at the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by an

“SQUEEEEAL!”

the sound of stomping, causing the ground to

“RUN!”

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 trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the open holding the rear. His shield aimed towards the direction

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

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 to

nearby with everyone just gawking at the huge beast. Finally,

preparing to engage, instead kept smashing its head into the tree while making loud squeals. A bad move by it in

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 to even penetrate

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