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

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

the new stats only applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps one

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 such huge

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

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

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

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

water, Jake checked his quiver and took note that he was

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

out four seconds later that injecting something with mana was way easier than he had anticipated. He just had to hold

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

this would have been useful back in the day, he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver, before adding, or

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

how time-consuming it would be to recollect

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

in the military or something? Or maybe you went

both. But I did a lot of archery when I was younger, and

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

so well back there, nothing more,” Bertram said, not pressing further. Though he didn’t seem like the answer satisfied

absence of insects or grubs or any of the smaller animals, really.

Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see their entire group being wiped

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 a walking

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

once more. As the seconds passed, everyone

He spotted light being reflected between the leaves, and without any hesitation, he loosed

boar, no taller than up to their knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It fell on the ground, an arrow sticking out of

– lvl 1] – Experience earned. 1 TP

stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to say

“SQUEEEEAL!”

by the sound of stomping, causing the ground to

“RUN!”

who had yelled, and he didn’t 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

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 rear. His shield aimed

the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was torn apart. A massive boar, taller than even Bertram, the tallest member of their group,

smashed tusk-first into the tree, making it shake excessively. The impact made him lose his grip on the arrow, but he managed

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

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

notice of the other humans. The mana bolts made small explosions as they smashed into it, leaving small holes and burnings its hide, while

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