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

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.

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

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

status screen, finally noticing that everyone was either staring at him or

as he gently pushed the now blushing Caroline away from him. Turning to the rest of them as he praised

entirely ‘ruined’ their carefully made plan by killing half of the beasts before the fight even began. The only beneficial part of the plan

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.

any source of water, Jake checked his quiver and took note that he was down to 54 arrows,

enchanted with the ability

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 was almost

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 effect at all. Looking at his mana, he saw

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

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

time-consuming it would be to recollect the arrows when it only

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

something? Or maybe you went hunting from time to

not expecting that kind of question. “No to both. But I did a lot of archery when I was younger, and still practice

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

more,” Bertram said, not pressing further. Though he didn’t seem like the answer satisfied him

noticed was the complete absence of insects or grubs or any of the smaller animals, really. There were birds up in the trees, but even they were all roughly the size of

else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes,

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

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

passed, everyone seemed to start relaxing. Everyone but Jake.

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

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

lvl 1] –

stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his

“SQUEEEEAL!”

followed by the sound of stomping, causing the

“RUN!”

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 slammed them into the tree, penetrating

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

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

Bertram and the others and charged straight at 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 to what

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

while making loud squeals. A bad move by it in retrospect, as it allowed enough time

bolts 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

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