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

14. With Perception being the stat increased by 2 points per archer level, it had grown by an entire 8 points. And he could feel it. Sounds were clearer, his vision sharper

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 it,

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

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

Caroline away from him. Turning to the rest of them as he praised

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

at the start of the fight, as

for any source of water, Jake checked his quiver and took note that he was down to 54 arrows, having fired 6

– A quiver enchanted with the ability 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

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

back in the day, he

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

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

they kept walking, Jake quickly ended up at the front, walking beside Bertram.

maybe you went hunting from time

taken 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

honestly confused. If he had to say so himself, he did decently in the last fight, but that was

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

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

mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see

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

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

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

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

was heard, and stumbling out came a small boar, no taller than up to their knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It fell on the ground, an arrow sticking

slain [Boar-Beast – lvl 1]

once again silent as they stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his

“SQUEEEEAL!”

sound

“RUN!”

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,

rest of his group, all running to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in

small boar had come from earlier was torn apart.

tree, making it shake excessively. The impact made him

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

ignoring the group of 9 preparing to engage, instead kept smashing its head into the tree while

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 hide, while the arrow seemed unable to even

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