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

back, he hadn’t opened the window since 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

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, he thought, as he smiled to

at least. Yet it had all felt so natural that he hadn't even questioned

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

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

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

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

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

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

only to figure out four seconds later that injecting something with mana was way easier than he had anticipated. He just had to hold

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

day, he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver,

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

recollect the arrows when

walking beside Bertram. Bertram seemed to hesitate about something,

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

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

to say so himself, he did decently in the last fight, but

more,” Bertram said, not

forwards again, scanning the foliage. One thing he had noticed was the complete absence of insects or grubs or any of the smaller animals, really. There

were good, though. Normal animals seem to have mutated, or perhaps become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see

which made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill task. This made them move rather slowly, barely keeping

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 of

moments, 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 something in

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

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

[Boar-Beast – lvl 1] – Experience earned. 1

stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his

“SQUEEEEAL!”

sound of stomping, causing

“RUN!”

yelled, and 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

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

come from earlier

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 most likely be certain

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 start shooting spells and arrows at the

the tree while making loud squeals. A bad move by it in retrospect, as

of mana, followed by a lone arrow shot into the boar’s side, finally making it take proper notice of the other humans. The mana bolts made small explosions as they

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