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

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

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

he dismissed the status screen, finally noticing that everyone was

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

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 a source

no one wanted to pick up the dead and bloody animals. Especially not the one killed by 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

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

(Common)] – A quiver enchanted with the ability to conjure [common] quality arrows when

mana was way easier than he had anticipated. He just

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 60 arrows in the

useful back in the day, he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver, before adding, or not,

power would be reduced if already used once, if only by a little. Third... he could just magically conjure them. And

ignoring how time-consuming it would be to recollect

up at the front, walking beside Bertram. Bertram seemed to hesitate about something, but eventually opened his

Or maybe you went hunting

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 the old

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

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

One thing he had noticed was the complete absence of insects or grubs or any of the smaller animals, really. There were birds

mutated, or perhaps become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see their entire group being wiped

forest was extremely dense and full of hills, fallen trees, and giant bushes, which made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill task.

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

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

bush very closely. He spotted light being reflected between the leaves, and without any hesitation, he loosed

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

– lvl 1] –

the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth

“SQUEEEEAL!”

sounded out, followed by the sound of stomping,

“RUN!”

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

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

progress climbing up the tree, the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was torn apart.

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

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

tree while making loud squeals. A bad move by it in retrospect, as it allowed enough time for

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 penetrate

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