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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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

stats only applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps one simply needed time to get used to them. Got

moved faster and been stronger than ever before at the level of an athlete in peak form, at least. Yet it had all felt so natural

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

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

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

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 felt bad for not contributing in the battle, and Dennis, who just seemed eager to help. No one even addressed or

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,

ability to conjure [common] quality arrows when injected with

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

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

he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver, before

their penetrative power would be reduced if already used once, if only by a little. Third... he could just

was ignoring how time-consuming it would be to recollect the arrows

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

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

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

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

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 any of the smaller animals, really. There were birds up in the trees, but even they were all roughly the

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

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

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 the quiver, nocking the

the seconds passed, everyone seemed to start relaxing. Everyone but Jake. His intuition told him

focused and used Archer’s Eye, observing the bush very closely. He spotted light being reflected between the leaves, and without any hesitation,

huge shriek was heard, and stumbling out came a small boar, no taller than up to their knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It fell on the ground, an arrow sticking

lvl 1] –

dead pig. Jacob opened his

“SQUEEEEAL!”

followed by the sound of stomping,

“RUN!”

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 and another arrow from his quiver and

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

bush where the small boar had come from earlier was torn

impact made him lose his grip on the arrow, but he managed

tree nearby with everyone just gawking at the huge beast. Finally, Jacob got his shit together and called for the casters

its head into the tree while

notice of the other humans. The mana bolts

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