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

added together, going from 8 to 14. With Perception being the stat increased by 2

was 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 thought, as he smiled to

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

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

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

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.

out how to transport 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

was down to 54 arrows, having fired 6 in the previous fight. Focusing on the quiver, he once again identified

ability to conjure [common]

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

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 to inject any more mana seemed to have no effect at all. Looking at his mana, he saw that

would have been useful back in the day, he thought to himself while admiring the magical quiver, before adding, or not, as

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 low on mana

be to recollect the arrows when it only took seconds to conjure

up at the front, walking beside Bertram.

were you in the military or something? Or maybe you went hunting from time

that kind of question. “No to both. But I did a lot of archery when I was younger, and still practice

so himself, he did decently in the last

well back there, nothing more,” Bertram said,

or grubs or any of the smaller animals, really. There were birds up in the trees, but

become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily

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

of sight, also seeing the rustling bush. Bertram lifted his arm,

and everything went silent once more. As the seconds passed, everyone seemed

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

to their knees. After stumbling for a few steps, It

slain [Boar-Beast – lvl 1] – Experience earned. 1 TP

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

“SQUEEEEAL!”

out, followed by the sound of stomping, causing the ground

“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 another arrow from his quiver

all running to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the

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

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 what would most likely

tree nearby with everyone just gawking at

the group of 9 preparing to engage, instead kept smashing its head into the tree while making loud squeals. A bad move by it in retrospect, as it allowed enough time for the humans to

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

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