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

the title and levels added together, going from 8 to 14. With Perception being the stat

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

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 questioned it for a second. It was almost scary how easy

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

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

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

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 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

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 on the quiver, he

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

something with mana was way easier than he had anticipated. He just had to hold it

a little weird, but 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

the day, he thought to himself while

recollecting 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 himself, he could just have one of the warriors fill it back up since

recollect the arrows when it only

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

were you in the military or something? Or maybe you

that kind of question. “No to both. But I did a lot of archery when I was younger, and still practice when I visit

so himself, he did decently in the

yourself so well back there, nothing more,” Bertram said, not

and turned his 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,

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

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

his line of sight, also seeing the rustling bush. Bertram lifted his arm, motioning the rest

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

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

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

lvl 1]

as they stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to

“SQUEEEEAL!”

followed by the sound of stomping, causing the ground to

“RUN!”

idea who had yelled, and he didn’t need to think twice before following the advice. He ran back and found his way around one of the larger trees. Without hesitation, he took out his knife

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

as Jake 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

completely ignored Bertram and 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

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

to engage, instead kept smashing its head into the tree while making loud

The mana bolts made small explosions

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