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

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

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, he thought, as he

truly a weird thing. During 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

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

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

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

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

they walked forward, still 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

ability

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

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

per arrow. Got it. Damn, this would have been useful back in the day, he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver, before adding, or not, as I

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

be to recollect the arrows when it

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

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

I did a lot of archery when I was younger, and still practice when I visit the old folks back home. Why are

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

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

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

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

knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill

rustling bush. Bertram lifted his arm, motioning the rest of the group to stop. Jake took the

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

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

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

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

the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to

“SQUEEEEAL!”

sounded out, followed by the sound of stomping, causing

“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 tree, penetrating

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

bush where the small boar had come from earlier was torn apart.

the others and charged straight at the tree Jake was climbing. It smashed tusk-first into the tree, 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

it into the bark, the rest of the group just stood frozen gathered around another tree nearby with everyone just gawking at the

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

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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