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

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 archer level, it had grown by an entire 8 points.

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 to them. Got to experiment with

the fight, he had moved faster 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 easy it was to adapt

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

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

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

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,

took note that he was

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

I 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 about

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

it. Damn, this would have been useful back in the day, he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver,

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

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

ended up at the front, walking beside Bertram. Bertram seemed to

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

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

confused. If he had to say so himself, he did decently in the

thought you 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 were birds up in the

mutated, or perhaps become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks,

extremely 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

the side, who followed his line of sight, also seeing the rustling bush. Bertram lifted his arm, motioning

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

the bush very closely. He spotted light being reflected between the leaves,

small boar, no taller than up to their knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It

have slain [Boar-Beast – lvl 1]

at the dead pig. Jacob opened

“SQUEEEEAL!”

loud squeal sounded out, followed by the sound of stomping, causing the ground

“RUN!”

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

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.

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

impact made him lose his grip on the arrow, but he managed to hang on to the knife and avoid falling to what would

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

kept smashing its head into the tree while making loud squeals. A bad move

finally making 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

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