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

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

as he stood there, venting down. Either the new stats only applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps one simply needed time to

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

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

the now blushing Caroline away from him. Turning

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

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 take anything. Not something he

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,

the ability to conjure [common] quality arrows when

mana was way easier than he had anticipated. 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

useful back in the day, he

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

to recollect the arrows when it

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

in the military or something? Or maybe you went hunting from time to time?” he

kind of question. “No to both. But I did a lot of archery when I was younger,

honestly confused. If he had to say so himself, he

handled yourself so well back there, nothing more,” Bertram said, not pressing further. Though he

of insects or grubs or

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

forest was extremely dense and full of hills, fallen trees, and giant bushes, which made knowing what was 10

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

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

bush very closely. He spotted light being reflected between the leaves, and without any hesitation, he loosed an

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

[Boar-Beast – lvl 1] –

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

“SQUEEEEAL!”

by the sound of stomping, causing the ground to vibrate

“RUN!”

the advice. He ran back and found his way around one of the larger trees. Without hesitation, he took

started climbing 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

up the tree, the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was torn

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

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

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

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

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