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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 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 one

was down to 54 arrows, having fired

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

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 than he had anticipated. He just had to hold it in his hands, and then think really hard

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 all. Looking at his mana, he saw that

day, he thought to himself while

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 fill it back up since

it would be to recollect the arrows when it only took seconds to conjure new

walking beside Bertram. Bertram seemed to hesitate about something,

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

aback, not expecting that kind of question. “No to both. But I did a lot of archery when I was younger, and still practice when

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

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

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

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

knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill task. This made

couple 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 the arrow. Ready for whatever was

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

bush very closely. He spotted light being reflected

no taller than up to their knees. After stumbling for a few

have slain [Boar-Beast – lvl 1] –

as they stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by an even louder

“SQUEEEEAL!”

sound of stomping, causing the

“RUN!”

and found his way around one of the larger trees. Without hesitation, he took out his knife and another arrow from his

hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the open holding the

the tree, the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was

the tree Jake was climbing. It smashed tusk-first into the tree, making it shake excessively. The impact made him lose his grip

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

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

into the boar’s side, finally making it take proper notice of the other humans. The mana bolts made small explosions as they smashed into

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