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

and levels added together, going from 8 to 14. With Perception being the stat increased by 2 points per archer

there, venting down. Either the new stats only applied their

were truly a weird thing. During the fight, he had 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 that he hadn't even questioned it for a second. It

off as system-magic, he dismissed the status screen, finally

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

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

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

water, Jake checked his quiver and took note that he was down to 54 arrows, having fired 6 in the

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

just have to figure out how to inject something with mana, he 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 in his hands, and then think really hard about doing

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

have been useful back in the day, he thought to himself

were several 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

recollect the arrows when

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

you in the military or something? Or maybe

But I did a lot of archery when I was younger, and still practice when I visit the old folks back home. Why

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

handled yourself so well back there, nothing more,” Bertram said, not pressing further. Though

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

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

forest was extremely dense and full of hills, fallen trees, and giant bushes, which made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill task. This made them move rather slowly, barely keeping up

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

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

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

their knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It fell on

[Boar-Beast – lvl 1]

opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by an even louder

“SQUEEEEAL!”

the sound of stomping, causing the

“RUN!”

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

climbing as he registered the rest of his group, all running to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the open holding the

rapid progress climbing up the tree, the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was torn apart. A massive boar, taller

ignored 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

with everyone just gawking at the huge beast. Finally, Jacob got his shit

kept smashing its head into the tree while making loud squeals. A bad move by it in retrospect, as

of the other humans. The mana bolts made small explosions as they smashed into it,

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