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

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,

stood there, venting down. Either the new stats only applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps

had all felt so natural that he hadn't even questioned it for a second.

he dismissed the status screen, finally noticing that everyone was

away from him. Turning

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

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

still looking for any source of water, Jake checked his quiver and took note that he was down to 54 arrows, having fired 6 in the

the ability to conjure [common] quality arrows

to himself… only to figure out four seconds later that injecting something with mana was

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 mana seemed to have no effect at all. Looking at his mana,

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

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

recollect the arrows when

walking beside

maybe you went hunting from time to

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

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

well back there, nothing more,” Bertram said, not pressing further. Though he

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

to have mutated, or perhaps become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see their entire group being wiped out without even knowing

and giant bushes, which made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you

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

the seconds passed, everyone seemed

the bush very closely. He spotted light being reflected between the leaves, and

shriek was heard, and stumbling out came a small boar, no taller than up to their knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It

have slain [Boar-Beast – lvl 1] – Experience

was once again silent as they stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by an

“SQUEEEEAL!”

loud squeal sounded out, followed by the sound of stomping,

“RUN!”

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

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 towards 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 of their

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 what would most

of the group just stood frozen gathered around another tree nearby with everyone just gawking at the huge beast. Finally,

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

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

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