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

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 grown by an entire 8 points. And he could feel it. Sounds were clearer, his vision sharper than ever,

still increasing as he 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, he

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

finally noticing that everyone was either staring at him or

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

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

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

was down to 54

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

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 it. It

him, it felt 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

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

penetrative power would be reduced if already used once, if only by a little. Third... he could just magically conjure them. And if he

time-consuming it would be to recollect the arrows when it only took seconds to

they kept walking, Jake quickly ended up at the front, walking beside

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

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 home. Why are

If he had to say so himself, he did decently

more,” Bertram said, not pressing further. Though

foliage. One thing he had noticed was the complete absence of insects or grubs or any of the smaller animals,

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

which made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of

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 the arrow. Ready for whatever was in

and everything went silent once more. As the seconds passed, everyone seemed to start relaxing. Everyone but Jake. His intuition told him there was

observing the bush very closely. He spotted light being reflected

and stumbling out came a small boar, no taller than up to their knees. After stumbling for

slain [Boar-Beast – lvl 1] –

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

“SQUEEEEAL!”

sound of stomping, causing the ground to

“RUN!”

before following the advice. He ran back and found his way around one of the larger trees. Without hesitation, he took

the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the open holding

progress climbing up the tree, the bush where the small boar had come from earlier was torn apart. A massive boar, taller than even Bertram, the tallest member

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

rest of the group just stood frozen gathered around another tree nearby with everyone just gawking at the huge

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

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