The Primal Hunter

Chapter 80

Jake clenched his fists together, feeling the strength in his grasp. He felt invigorated. Without a doubt, stemming from the massive influx of stats and the new skill.

Funnily enough, this was the first skill he had ever unlocked that didn’t come with a single iota of knowledge. Usually, he would know at least some basic things about it. Like how to activate it, how many resources it generally consumed, potential cooldowns of the skill, and so on and so forth.

But with his Moment of the Primal Hunter, he only got what the description gave him. He understood why, though. It was a skill he had created, named after his bloodline itself. Perhaps the system didn’t have the info, or it was just the normal thing to happen when one made their own skill.

Or maybe, it kind of assumed he already knew since… well, he was the creator.

He opened his status menu for the first time in quite a while, and it was starting to get quite impressive if he had to say so himself.

Status

Name: Jake Thayne

Race: [Human (E) – lvl 50]

Class: [Ambitious Hunter – lvl 50]

Profession: [Prodigious Alchemist of the Malefic Viper – lvl 50]

Health Points (HP): 4124/4350

Mana Points (MP): 3254/5050

Stamina: 1205/2990

Stats

Strength: 308

Agility: 414

Endurance: 299

Vitality: 435

Toughness: 308

Wisdom: 505

Intelligence: 204

Perception: 758

Willpower: 291

Free points: 0

New World], [Bloodline Patriarch],[Holder of a Primordial’s True Blessing], [Dungeoneer

(Uncommon)], [Basic Twin Fang Style (Uncommon)], [Basic Shadow Vault of Umbra (Uncommon)], [Splitting Arrow (Uncommon)] [Big

[Concoct Poison (Common)], [Alchemist’s Purification (Common)], [Alchemical Flame (Common)], [Toxicology (Uncommon)], [Cultivate Toxin (Uncommon)], [Malefic Viper’s Poison (Rare)], [Palate of the Malefic Viper (Rare)], [Touch of the Malefic Viper (Rare)],[Sense of the Malefic Viper (Rare)], [Blood

[True Blessing of the Malefic Viper (Blessing

Tongues of the Myriad Races (Unique)], [Identify

Primal Hunter

across the line, the massive title being the main culprit

had been dumped into perception. Everything added together meant he got 9 for every level in his class and 7 for every level in his race - a truly massive amount amplified further by a huge percentage increase, which ultimately meant Jake’s perception was more than 250 points above

stat, his bloodline ability grew stronger. The two last skills he had gotten in his class scaled with perception, and he felt

there to explore and that this tutorial would only be

have to test it in actual combat, but since it required him to be in

deer constantly moved around and the ever-looming danger of the Great White Stag appearing in the middle of a practice session, quite frankly made it a terrible training

it was only a few minutes ago. Even before this power-up, Jake felt confident in facing the beast in one on

finish his meditation. Running out of stamina in the middle of a fight would make any power-ups irrelevant after all. Before he entered meditation, he chugged a

stored, he still didn’t know. But if he had to guess, it had to be in

advantage of the fact his Sphere continued to function during meditation, Jake wasn’t wholly paralyzed from

area. It had stopped at a bit less than 30 meters in all directions and been like that even before the massive stat gain

getting more visible to his inner eye. It was still faint, but at least he now knew it was there and could even ‘see’ it. His string of mana that was invisible to the

mana constructs were possible was only made more evident by the Spectral Hand and Spectral Weaponry skills. And if a

had tried to make more complicated things. Ropes were just strings woven together, but if he wove enough together and focused on keeping them straight, he suddenly made a staff. Making the

simple for him to do. To create the form itself took little effort, but the problem was maintaining it. No matter how much he focused, he couldn’t make the things he made more robust. They

instantly dissolving the moment he stopped being in physical contact with the mana. So far,

mana and try to condense it. If he just pushed in more mana, all he would get was to make it longer. Instead, he needed to put more mana

gear just a few weeks ago would be a pipedream. Even lifting a dagger off the floor or

up, he drank yet another stamina potion, nearly filling the resource pool entirely. His mana consumption was far lower during his practice than what he regenerated during meditation, allowing that pool to stay full too, which meant that he was

felt more confident now, but it was still unnecessary to engage the boss without proper preparation. Besides, who knows what tricks the beast would have up

as he took down

in between every pond, where he quickly brought down any beast he encountered before he rushed on to the next. The Great White Stag had no way to keep up or pin him down. Every time the White Stag came upon his kills, it called down the moonbeam, which in

seven ponds in total spread around the plains, with an eighth in the middle – the largest one. After going to all seven of them, even being slightly reckless in staying close to the natural paths between them, he

he went towards the middle pond. There he found what he had hoped for. A single white stag and three white does standing around - not a

decided to wait a bit to see if any more would come. He drank one final stamina potion, committing himself to wait an hour before he would engage the boss. While waiting, he entered meditation as he checked

hundred

[Ambitious Hunter] has reached level 54 -

52 - Stat points allocated,

been, he nearly felt like he had gotten more than

constant bonus to his agility and strength as he always fought

far less in strength per level than humans like him. Or maybe it was just a result of him having a variant class and profession, while

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