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

to 14. With

could be his imagination, but he felt like 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

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

system-magic, he dismissed the status screen, finally

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

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

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

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,

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

with mana, he said to himself… only to figure out four seconds later that injecting something with mana was way easier than he had

or so, there were once again 60 arrows in the quiver. Trying to inject any more mana seemed to have no effect

the day, he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver, before adding, or

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 them. And if he started getting low on mana himself, he could just have one of the warriors fill it back up since they didn't use their mana

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

up at the front, walking beside Bertram. Bertram seemed to hesitate about

something? Or maybe you

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 I visit the old folks

so himself, he did decently in the last fight,

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

noticed was the complete absence of insects or grubs or any of the smaller animals, really. There were birds up in

have mutated, or perhaps become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could

made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an

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

a few moments, the bush stopped rustling, and everything went silent once more. As the seconds passed, everyone seemed to start relaxing. Everyone but Jake. His intuition

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

boar, no taller than up to their knees.

lvl 1]

dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth

“SQUEEEEAL!”

out, followed by the sound of stomping, causing

“RUN!”

who 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 larger trees. Without hesitation, he took out his knife and another arrow

as he registered the 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

where the small boar had come from earlier was torn apart. A massive boar, taller than even Bertram, the tallest member

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 what would most likely be certain

stabilized himself by taking out another arrow and plunging it into the bark, the rest 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

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

making it take proper notice of the other humans. The mana bolts made small explosions as they smashed into it, leaving

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