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

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

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 to them. Got to experiment with

form, at least. Yet it had all felt so natural that he

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

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

a side-note, Jake had entirely ‘ruined’ their carefully made plan by killing half of the beasts before the fight

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

took note that he was down to 54 arrows, having fired 6 in the previous

ability to conjure

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

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.

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

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

be to recollect the arrows when it only took

up at the front, walking beside Bertram. Bertram seemed

Or maybe you went hunting from

bit 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 visit

to say so himself, he did decently in the last fight, but that was

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

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 trees, but even they were all roughly

mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily

bushes, which made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill task. This made them move rather slowly, barely

a 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

went silent once more. As the seconds passed, everyone

Archer’s Eye, observing the bush very closely. He spotted light

out came a small boar, no taller than up to their knees. After stumbling for

– lvl 1] – Experience

they stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to say something but

“SQUEEEEAL!”

by the sound of stomping,

“RUN!”

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

climbing as he registered the rest of his group, all running to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only

was making rapid progress climbing up the tree, the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was torn apart. A massive boar, taller than even Bertram, the

The impact made him lose his grip on the arrow, but he managed to hang

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 at the

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

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

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