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 New

confirm his class or 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

only applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps one simply needed

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 was almost scary how easy it was to adapt

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

Jacob said, as he gently pushed the now blushing Caroline away from him. Turning to the rest

again, the same passive smile and glint in his eyes as before. 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

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

any source of water, Jake checked his quiver and took note that he was down to 54 arrows, having

with the ability to conjure [common]

with mana was way easier than he had anticipated. He just had

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

day, he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver, before adding, or not, as I didn’t have

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 low on

recollect the

front, walking beside

you in the military or something? Or maybe you went

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

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

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

had noticed was the complete absence of insects or grubs or any of the smaller animals, really. There

something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see their entire group being wiped out

which made knowing what was 10 meters ahead of you an uphill task. This made them move rather slowly, barely

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

seconds passed, everyone seemed to start relaxing. Everyone but Jake. His intuition told him

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

no taller than up to their knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It fell

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they stared at the dead pig. Jacob opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by an even

“SQUEEEEAL!”

the sound of stomping,

“RUN!”

following the advice. He ran back and found his way around one of the larger trees. Without

the trees. Bertram was

making rapid progress climbing up the tree, the bush where the small boar had come from

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

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

head into the tree while making loud squeals. A bad

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 penetrate

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