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

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

[Alchemical Flame (Common)], [Toxicology (Uncommon)], [Cultivate Toxin (Uncommon)], [Malefic Viper’s Poison (Rare)], [Palate of

the Malefic

of the Myriad Races (Unique)],

the Primal Hunter (Bloodline

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

7 for every level in his race - a truly massive amount amplified

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

points between strength and agility would likely have made him stronger here and now. But Jake wasn’t satisfied 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

make it all a little bit better too. He would still have to test it in actual combat, but since it required him to be in potentially deadly danger,

danger of the Great White Stag appearing in the middle of a practice session,

as it was only a few minutes ago. Even before this power-up, Jake felt confident

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

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

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

it grew in area. It had stopped at a bit less than 30 meters in all directions and

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

done so many times before, he started making strings. The fact that mana constructs were possible was 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 he would have

create the form itself took little effort, but the problem was maintaining it. No matter how much he focused, he couldn’t

dissolving the moment he stopped being in physical contact with the mana. So far, he didn’t see any solution to the problem, so he kept focusing on merely

all he would get was to make it longer.

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

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

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

that was only easier than before as he took

took him only half an hour or so 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 turn told Jake exactly where the big

eighth in the middle – the largest one. After going to all seven of them, even being slightly

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

cautious, he 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

a few levels were gained after he had killed close to a hundred enemies in less than a

level 54 - Stat points

Race: [Human (E)] has reached level 52 -

less than he had expected. Though, with how easy it had been, he nearly felt like he had gotten more than he should have. Jake didn’t know

strength as he always fought higher-leveled enemies, helping him close some of the stat disparity.

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

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