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

His agility alone had nearly doubled with the title and levels added together, going from 8 to 14. With Perception being the stat

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

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 to your body’s

screen, finally noticing that

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

carefully made plan by

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 eager to help. No one even addressed or asked Jake to take anything. Not something he was

they walked forward, still looking for any source of water, Jake checked his quiver and took note that he was down to

Quiver (Common)] – A quiver enchanted with the ability to conjure

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

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 60 arrows in the quiver. Trying to inject

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

the arrows, but 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

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

Jake quickly ended up at the front, walking beside Bertram. Bertram seemed to hesitate about something,

Or maybe you went hunting from time to time?”

a lot of archery when I

honestly confused. If he had to say so himself,

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

thing he had noticed was the complete absence of insects or grubs

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

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

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 stop. Jake took the bow off his shoulder

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

closely. He spotted light

knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It fell on the ground, an arrow sticking

– lvl 1] – Experience earned. 1

once again silent as they stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by

“SQUEEEEAL!”

sound of stomping, causing the ground

“RUN!”

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

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

small boar had come from earlier was torn apart.

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

the rest of the group just stood frozen gathered around another tree nearby with everyone just gawking at the huge beast.

of 9 preparing to 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

shot into the boar’s side, finally making it take proper notice of the other humans. The mana bolts made small explosions as they

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