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

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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

be his imagination, but 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 get used to them. Got to experiment with it,

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

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

from him. Turning to the rest of

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

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

and took note that he was down to 54 arrows, having fired 6

with the ability to

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,

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

three mana per arrow. Got it. Damn, this would have been useful back in the day, he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver, before adding, or not,

if only by a little. Third... he could just magically conjure them. And if he started

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

they kept walking, Jake quickly ended up at the front, walking beside Bertram. Bertram seemed to hesitate about something, but eventually

the military or something? Or maybe you went hunting from time

was a bit taken 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 old folks back

himself, he did decently in the

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

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

have mutated, or perhaps become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see their entire group being wiped

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

walking, Jake finally spotted some movement off to 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

the bush stopped rustling, and everything went silent once more. As the seconds passed, everyone seemed to start relaxing. Everyone but Jake. His intuition told him there was still

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

taller than up to their knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It

1] – Experience earned. 1 TP

again silent as they stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to say something but was

“SQUEEEEAL!”

by the sound of

“RUN!”

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

started climbing as he registered the rest of his group, all running to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the

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

it shake excessively. The impact made him lose his grip on

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 start shooting spells and arrows

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

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

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