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 New

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,

like his perception was still increasing as he stood there, venting down. Either the new stats only applied their bonus gradually,

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 your body’s

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

him. Turning to the rest

normal again, the same passive smile and glint 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

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 something he was going to complain

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 on the quiver, he once

enchanted with the ability to conjure [common] quality

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 had anticipated. He just had to hold it in his hands, and then think really hard about doing it. It

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

three mana per arrow. Got it. Damn, this would have been useful back in the day, he thought to himself while admiring the

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

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

walking, Jake quickly ended up at the front, walking beside Bertram.

or something? Or maybe

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 you

himself, he did decently in the last fight, but

there, nothing more,” Bertram said,

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

good, 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

giant bushes, which made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill task. This made them move

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.

few moments, the bush stopped rustling, and everything went silent once more. As the seconds passed, everyone

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

knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It

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again silent as they stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his

“SQUEEEEAL!”

by the sound of stomping, causing

“RUN!”

around one of the larger trees. Without hesitation, he took out

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

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

shake excessively. The impact made him lose his grip on the arrow, but he managed to hang on to the knife

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 Casper to

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

of the other humans. The mana bolts made small explosions as they smashed into it, leaving small holes and burnings its hide, while

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