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

of the New World], [Bloodline Patriarch],[Holder of a Primordial’s

(Inferior], [Advanced Stealth (Common)], [Advanced Archery (Common)], [Hunter’s Sight (Uncommon)], [Basic Twin Fang Style (Uncommon)], [Basic Shadow Vault of Umbra (Uncommon)], [Splitting

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

the Malefic Viper (Blessing

Skills: [Endless Tongues of the Myriad Races (Unique)], [Identify (Common)], [Meditate (Common)], [Shroud of the

of the Primal Hunter

experienced tremendous growth across the line, the massive title being the main culprit behind it. Jake’s still massively growing perception was

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 his second-highest

The two last skills he had gotten in his class scaled with perception,

world out there to explore and that this tutorial would only be a minor point in his life. If he survived, of course. And if he didn’t… well, who cares? If he died, he wouldn’t be able to feel regretful

skill scaled with perception did make it all a little bit better too. He would still have to test it in actual combat, but since it required

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

a few minutes ago. Even before this

out of stamina in the middle of a fight would

energy was stored, he still didn’t know. But if he had to guess, it had to be in some metaphysical way, just like how his bloodline didn’t

Jake wasn’t wholly paralyzed from doing anything productive as

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

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 to his sphere at least, likely due to how condensed it was, which made it far easier

only made more evident by the Spectral Hand and

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

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 always felt fleeting, like a strong wind

the mana. So far, he didn’t see any solution to the problem, so he kept focusing on merely

more 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 into

weeks ago would be a pipedream. Even lifting a dagger off the floor or use it

potion, nearly filling the resource pool entirely. His mana consumption was far lower during his practice than what he regenerated during

take on the white stag. He felt more confident now, but it was still unnecessary

continued his hunt. A process that was only easier than before as he took down stag after stag.

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

with an eighth in the middle – the largest one. After going to all seven of

the middle pond. There he found what he had hoped for. A single white stag and three white does standing around

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

he had killed close to a hundred enemies in less than a day, which

54 - Stat points allocated,

has reached level 52 -

he nearly felt like he had gotten more

again, he did have a class suited for it. His Big Game Hunter skill gave a constant bonus to his agility and strength as he

him. Or maybe it was just a result of

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