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

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 to get used to them. Got

had all felt

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

the now blushing Caroline away from him. Turning to the rest of

smile 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 of the plan still applicable being what to do

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

any source of water, Jake checked his quiver and took note that he was down

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

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 than he had anticipated. He just had

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 at his mana, he

he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver, before adding, or not, as

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

ignoring how time-consuming it would be to recollect the arrows

ended up at the front, walking beside Bertram. Bertram

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

a bit taken aback, not expecting that kind of question. “No to both. But I did a lot of archery when I

he had to say so himself, he did decently in the

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

nodded 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 smaller animals, really. There were birds up in the trees,

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

bushes, which made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill task. This made them move rather slowly, barely keeping

also seeing the rustling bush. Bertram lifted his arm, motioning the rest of the group to stop.

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

closely. He spotted light being reflected between the leaves, and without any hesitation, he loosed an

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

lvl 1]

silent 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!”

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.

rest of his group, all running to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the open holding the rear. His shield aimed towards the direction

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

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

nearby with everyone just gawking at the huge beast. Finally, Jacob got his shit together and called for the casters and Casper to start

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

mana

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