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

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

increasing as he stood there, venting down. Either the new stats only applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps one simply needed time to

before at the level of 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

finally noticing

the now blushing Caroline away from him. Turning to the rest of them as he praised them. “Good job,

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

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

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, he

the ability to conjure [common] quality arrows when

figure out four seconds later that injecting something with mana was way easier than he had anticipated.

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

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, as I

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

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

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

Or maybe you went hunting

lot of archery

himself,

back there, nothing more,” Bertram said, not pressing further. Though he didn’t seem like

he had noticed was the complete absence of insects or grubs or any of the smaller

something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he

knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill task. This made them move

more minutes 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 of the quiver, nocking

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

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

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 out of its

lvl 1] – Experience

opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted

“SQUEEEEAL!”

by the sound of stomping, causing

“RUN!”

and found his way around one of the larger trees. Without hesitation, he took out his knife and another arrow from his

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

the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was torn apart. A massive boar, taller than

it shake excessively. The impact made him lose his grip

just stood frozen gathered around another tree nearby with everyone just

preparing to engage, instead kept smashing its head into the tree while making loud squeals. A bad move by it in

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 unable to even

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