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

from 8 to 14. With Perception being the stat increased by 2 points per archer level, it had

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,

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 it was to adapt

the status screen, finally noticing

now blushing Caroline away from him. Turning to the rest of

carefully made plan by killing half of the beasts before the fight even began. The only beneficial part of the plan still

to transport the badgers was a hassle, as 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 the fight, as they were the most whole. The carrying went to Ahmed, who felt bad for not

note that he was down to 54 arrows, having fired 6 in the previous fight. Focusing on the quiver, he once again

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

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

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 were once again 60 arrows in the quiver. Trying to inject any more mana seemed to have no effect at

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

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

it would be to recollect the arrows when it only

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

Or maybe you went hunting from time to

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.

was honestly confused. If he had to say so himself, he did decently in the last

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

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

mutated mosquitoes,

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

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 and took an arrow out of the quiver, nocking the arrow. Ready for

the seconds passed, everyone seemed to

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

their knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It fell on the

slain [Boar-Beast – lvl 1]

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

“SQUEEEEAL!”

squeal sounded out, followed by the sound of stomping, causing the

“RUN!”

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 and another arrow from his quiver and slammed them into the

hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the open holding the rear. His shield aimed

up the tree, the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was torn apart. A massive boar, taller than even Bertram,

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 what would

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 called for the casters and

completely ignoring the group 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

making it take proper notice of the other humans. The mana

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