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

since the introduction. Not even to 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 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, save for when

he felt like his perception was still increasing as he stood there, venting down. Either the new stats only applied their bonus gradually, or perhaps one

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 your body’s

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

blushing Caroline away from him. Turning to the rest of

their carefully made plan by

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

for any source of water, Jake checked his quiver and took note that he was down to 54 arrows, having fired 6 in the previous fight. Focusing on the

Quiver (Common)] – A quiver enchanted with the ability to

with mana, he said to himself… only to figure out four seconds later that injecting something with mana

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.

in the day, he thought to

if only by a little. Third... he could just magically conjure them. And if he started getting low on mana himself, he could just have one of the warriors fill it back up

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

Jake quickly ended up at the front, walking beside

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

I did a lot of archery when I was younger, and still practice when I

confused. If he had to say so himself, he

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

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

good, though. Normal animals seem to have mutated, or perhaps become something else entirely. Imagining mutated mosquitoes, ticks, or spiders, he could easily see their entire

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

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

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

closely. He spotted light being reflected

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

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

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

“SQUEEEEAL!”

sounded out, followed by the sound of stomping, causing

“RUN!”

found his way around one of the larger trees. Without hesitation, he took out his knife

as he registered the rest of his group, all running to hide behind the trees. Bertram was the only one still out in the

where the small boar had come from earlier was torn

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

frozen gathered around another tree nearby with everyone just gawking

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

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

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