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

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

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

were 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 even questioned it for a second. It was almost scary how easy it was to adapt to

status screen, finally noticing that

blushing Caroline away from him. Turning to the rest

carefully made plan by killing half of the beasts

how 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

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

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

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 had anticipated. He just had to hold

quiver, he saw arrows slowly appear, seemingly growing out of the sides of it. After half a minute or so, there were once

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

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 they didn't use their mana for anything

would be to recollect the arrows when it only took seconds to conjure

front, walking beside Bertram.

something? Or maybe you went hunting from time to time?”

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

If he had to say so himself, he did decently

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

his head forwards again, scanning the foliage. One thing he had noticed was the complete absence of insects or grubs

though. Normal animals seem to have mutated, or perhaps become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see their entire group being wiped out without

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 slowly, barely keeping

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

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

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

huge shriek was heard, and stumbling out came a small boar, no taller than up to their knees. After stumbling for a few

slain [Boar-Beast – lvl 1]

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

“SQUEEEEAL!”

loud squeal sounded out, followed by the sound

“RUN!”

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 and another arrow from his quiver and

as he registered the rest of his group, all running to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the open holding the rear. His shield aimed towards the direction of the

was making rapid progress climbing up the tree, the bush where the small boar had come from

shake excessively. The impact made him

nearby with everyone just gawking at the huge beast. Finally, Jacob got his shit together and called for the casters and Casper to start shooting spells and arrows at the

instead kept smashing its head into the tree while making loud squeals. A bad move by it in retrospect,

side, finally making it take proper notice of the other humans. The mana bolts made small explosions as

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