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

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

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,

an athlete in peak form, 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 performance going through

status screen, finally

Caroline away from him. Turning

plan by killing half of the beasts before the fight even began. The only beneficial part of the plan still

to transport the badgers was a hassle, as no one wanted 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 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

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

quiver enchanted with the ability to conjure [common] quality arrows when injected with

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

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 that

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

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 little. Third... he could just magically conjure them. And if he started getting low on mana himself, he could

how time-consuming it would be to recollect the arrows

Jake quickly ended up at the front, walking beside Bertram. Bertram

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

that kind of question. “No to both. But I did a lot of

confused. If he had to 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

or grubs or any

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

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

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

passed, everyone seemed to start relaxing. Everyone but

observing the bush very closely. He spotted light being

their knees. After

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

as they stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to

“SQUEEEEAL!”

out, followed by the sound

“RUN!”

need to think twice before following the advice. He ran back and found his way around one

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

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

stabilized himself by taking out another 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 together and called for the casters and Casper to start shooting spells

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

into the boar’s side, finally making it take proper notice of the other humans. The mana bolts made small explosions as they smashed into it, leaving small holes

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