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

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

[Advanced Stealth (Common)], [Advanced Archery (Common)], [Hunter’s Sight (Uncommon)], [Basic Twin Fang Style (Uncommon)], [Basic Shadow Vault of Umbra (Uncommon)], [Splitting Arrow (Uncommon)] [Big Game Hunter (Rare)], [Infused Powershot (Rare)], [Mark of the Ambitious

[Brew Potion (Common)], [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)],

the Primal Hunter (Bloodline

the main culprit behind it. Jake’s still massively growing

class and 7 for every level in his race - a truly massive amount amplified further by a huge percentage increase,

it. With every point in the stat, his bloodline ability grew stronger. The two last skills he had gotten in his class scaled with

with just being strong here and now. He knew there was an entire world out there to explore and that this tutorial would only be a minor point in his life. If he

scaled with perception did make it all a little bit better too. He would still have to

and the ever-looming danger of the Great White Stag appearing in the

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

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

as more energy started condensing within. Where exactly all the energy was stored, he still didn’t know. But if he had to guess, it had to be

Jake wasn’t wholly

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

but mana had started 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 eye was visible

The fact that mana constructs were possible was only made more evident by the Spectral Hand and Spectral Weaponry skills. And if a skill could weave it

before today, he 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 strings weave together in a sharp point, and

the problem was maintaining it. No matter how much he focused, he couldn’t make the things he made more robust. They always felt

physical contact with the mana. So far, he didn’t see any solution to the

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 into every individual string, squeezing it

that was slow but steady. To use a rope of mana as climbing gear just a few weeks ago would be a pipedream. Even lifting a dagger off the floor or use it to

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

time to take on the white stag. He felt more confident now, but it was

process that was only easier than before as he took down stag after

no way to keep up

with an eighth in the middle – the largest one.

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

wait a bit to see if any more would come. He drank one final stamina potion, committing himself

had killed close to a hundred enemies in less than a day, which was clearly reflected

54 - Stat points allocated, +4 free

reached level 52

had gotten a bit less than he had expected. Though, with how easy it had been, he nearly felt like he had gotten more than

to his agility and strength as

him. Or maybe it was just a result of him having a variant class

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