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

back, he hadn’t opened the window since the introduction. Not even to confirm his 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 being the stat increased by 2 points per

only applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps one simply needed

peak form, at least. Yet it had all felt so natural that he hadn't even questioned

as system-magic, he dismissed the status screen, finally noticing that everyone

away from him. Turning to the rest

again, the same passive 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 with the corpses after. They needed a source

badgers was a hassle, as no one wanted to pick up 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

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,

enchanted with the ability to

he said to himself… only to figure out four seconds later that injecting something with mana was

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

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

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

that was ignoring how time-consuming it would be to recollect the arrows when it only took seconds to conjure new

the front, walking beside Bertram. Bertram

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

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

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

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

or grubs or any of the smaller animals,

insects were good, though. Normal animals seem to have mutated, or perhaps become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see

dense and full of hills, fallen trees, and giant bushes, which made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill task. This made them move rather slowly, barely keeping up a

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

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

used Archer’s Eye, observing the bush very 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 the ground, an

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

pig. Jacob opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by an even louder

“SQUEEEEAL!”

sounded out, followed by the sound of stomping,

“RUN!”

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 from his quiver and slammed them into the tree, penetrating

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

the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was

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

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 called for the casters and Casper to start shooting spells and arrows

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

the boar’s side, finally making it take proper notice of the other humans. The mana

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