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 New

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. And he could feel it. Sounds were clearer, his vision sharper than ever, save for when he focused on

he stood there, venting down. Either the new stats only applied their bonus

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 even

he dismissed the status screen, finally noticing that everyone was either staring at

Turning to the rest of them as he praised them. “Good

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

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

Jake checked his quiver and took note that he was down to 54 arrows, having fired 6 in the

– A quiver enchanted with the ability to conjure [common] quality arrows

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

or so, there were once again 60 arrows in the quiver. Trying to inject any more mana seemed to have

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

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...

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

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

maybe you went

was a 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 folks back home. Why are

to say so himself, he did decently in the

well back there, nothing more,” Bertram said, not pressing further. Though

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 the size

something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see their

and giant bushes, which made knowing what was 10

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

silent once more. As the seconds passed, everyone seemed to start relaxing.

Eye, observing the bush very closely. He spotted light being reflected

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

lvl 1]

stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by

“SQUEEEEAL!”

out, followed by the sound of stomping,

“RUN!”

back and found his way around one of the larger trees. Without hesitation, he took out his knife

his group, all running to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the open holding the rear. His shield

come from earlier was torn apart. A

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 what would most likely be

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 his shit together and

ignoring the group of 9 preparing to engage, instead kept smashing its head into the tree while making loud squeals. A bad move by

shot into the boar’s side, 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 penetrate the

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