Supreme Archer: Taking The Game's Weakest Class To The Top

Jake logged in.

He appeared in one of the sanctuaries of The Warmonger Empire.

This place was as crowded as always, making Jake unable to see the other end of the sanctuary. He'd have to drag himself through the bustling groups and mischievous players still trying to pull pranks on the statues.

Of course, the place itself was enjoyable to Jake.

Girls and women at various levels wore such fashionable items that it wouldn't be weird if someone came here only to enjoy what was previously only possible in movies or cosplay meetings.

[You have lost.]

A familiar voice boomed in Jake's mind.

He turned around. His eyes climbed up to look at the statue of Victoria, The Victorious Wonder. A beautiful woman sculpted as the epitome of confidence and strength seemingly glared at him from her perch.

Jake smirked. 'Have years of being stuck in the statue turned you petty?'

[They have made me more approachable.]

'Cool. If you want to convince me to turn my companions into weapons again, then don't bother. I also don't want to deal with you in the morning,' Jake thought, aware that his thoughts would reach this woman.

[I see no threat in you. No more. You're a wielder of four legendary traces, three capable of full growth. Still, you have lost against a mage. Your development is miserable for a misfit.]

Jake's tattoos burned with indignation.

It seemed these four could hear this woman's voice.

Jake shook his head. 'It might sound like an excuse, but no one is born perfect. I mean, if the story is right, you were subservient to the legendary existences before realizing that 'they look similar' to you.

I don't know if you've reached the top in your prime, probably not, but you're pathetic yourself for speaking with such a condescending tone to me, knowing that I and my companions have yet to reach our full potential.

'Besides, I'm an archer. People have been looking down on us for a long time, and I'm quite used to it. Your petty comments won't discourage me or stray me off my path. I'm not alone. I'm also supported by great people. Oh, right… Your ploy to weaken The Dionysus's Wine has failed because I entered the door first.

Keep doing your best to weaken players that work under you. It's such a great favor, to be honest! See ya,' Jake ignored Victoria as he swam through the crowd.

Her cold stare draped him until he left the sanctuary.

He heated up in less than a second when he noticed a bold woman wearing what could be called bikini armor, something people would see on beaches.

'Ah, damn… my eyes have been truly opened,' Jake thought.

A second later, someone had stolen his attention with a glare.

It was one of the players he'd defeated with his archery!

-

"You have lost."

Jake felt a sense of deja vu straight after coming out from the sanctuary.

In front of him stood a woman who was at most two years older than him.

She wore short pants and a tank top tied up her stomach to reveal her abs, toned muscles, and tanned skin. Her short hair fluttered, adding momentum to her intimidating glare, which pinned Jake to the ground.

El Boss Queen was here.

"You have lost to that Last Coin bastard. I wanted to fight him, but this coward holed himself up in the alchemy shop. And you took your sweet time to log back to the game," she said.

Jake looked at the clock around his minimap.

"It's seven a.m., you know?" Jake asked with a straight face.

"Fight me! I refuse to have lost you!" El Boss Queen growled.

Jake tilted his head, "No, thanks. If that's all you want, then I'm off."

He didn't bother himself with this woman as he could see what kind of personality she had. She was the training grounds' gangster leader and must have forced her way into others' lives more than once.

She was strong and had a unique skill that Jake wouldn't easily overcome, but that was it.

Going past her, Jake was forced to halt as El Boss Queen caught his wrist.

He yanked her off and glared at her before resuming his steps.

Alas, she was persistent. It could have been said that she was worse than a cockroach.

Jake noticed a guard standing by the staircases down the sanctuary's mountain. He ran over to him and gestured at the troublemaker bothering him.

With a glance, it could be seen that El Boss Queen was harassing him.

Worse, she was famous.

Guards knew her…

"It's you again! Stop being such a pest and grow up already!" The guard shouted, using his strength to catch El Boss Queen and root her to the ground. She tried to push the man away, but the guard and his armor weighed more than she could handle.

Turning around, Jake rolled out his tongue and waved at her.

He disappeared into the crowd with a wide smile.

"Archer! You damn coward!" El Boss Queen's screams bounced off his back.

-

As Jake walked down the streets of Last Night, he opened his game system.

When he had checked the hour before, he'd noticed that he had a few system messages.

[I Come In Peace has sent you a friend request.]

[Peace has sent you a friend request.]

[SWalker has sent you a friend request.]

[Last Coin has sent you a friend request.]

[Ethan has sent you a friend request.]

He didn't expect everyone serious he had fought with to send him a friend request. It seemed there was no blood between them, and everyone had come to respect each other.

It was a beauty of the duels in the training grounds.

Bullies like Welshy or El Boss Queen were another matter—they were the other side of the coin that couldn't be avoided no matter how strict the rules were.

Jake ignored the latter.

'I have to talk with Viktor and Master Aaron first,' Jake thought.

He'd accept those friends' requests later.

There was also a message from his class, but Jake put it on hold.