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

Jake craned his head to the side like a robot.

He leaned backward and turned half of his upper body to the side.

Using the half-form concept, Jake entered his Master Form and pointed his nocked arrow at the thief player. His current arrow was the four-blade beast.

[Four-Blade Arrow(Rare)—Its damage and effects rely on the user's bow stats and skills. The four-blade point makes the arrow perfect for severely penetrating and wounding enemies. The bladed point also has a high chance of inflicting a severe critical strike and inducing high bleeding. The immensely stiff arrow spine increases the damage at the cost of the arrow's speed.

Its strung feathers smoothen the trajectory and help against the wind.]

From across Jake, the thief saw the arrow point and momentarily thought he was looking into the monster's jaw. The arrow's design was simple, but its sharp blades could pull pranks on anybody.

Jake's wide smile didn't help the thief's sanity.

Jake whispered, "I've been watching you from the beginning, idiot."

He let the arrow go.

The beast arrow flew forward like a rocket. Because of the short distance, its speed didn't matter at all! That said, Jake considered that his current foe was a thief.

He believed the man had higher dexterity than others and that the arrow's lower speed would help him dodge it.

Henceforth, he aimed at the thief's broader frame—his chest.

Once the thief reacted to the arrow and tilted his body, the arrow missed its target.

Still, it lodged itself in the thief's left shoulder! Blood spurted as though someone squeezed the thief's flesh. The arrow deeply dug through his flesh and got to the shoulder bone, dislocating it.

The thief took it like a champ.

Well, had it not been for the lowered pain sensors, he would have cried like a baby. He also understood that stopping once was a death wish against this abnormal archer!

He carried on with his dash—A Shadow Dash.

It was a skill similar to A Mana Step for mages. While mages could teleport a short distance anywhere they selected with their eyes, thieves could only teleport to their opponents. Their range was also limited.

That said, they could appear behind, on the side, or even at the front!

It was a tricky skill to deal with against.

Jake's mind spun, 'Mary talked about those skills! She had a talk with Minerva and didn't let me go until I heard about it… it's the eyes! Eyes betray the position! If I take into account his inert left arm!'

His vision stretched toward the thief's eyes. Jake used his Death's Lock to fully understand his foe's movements. The world around him ceased to exist for a moment, causing Jake to only look at the thief's hues.

When those turned to the side, Jake figured out the thief's next move!

Jake's muscle memory took hold of him.

In the meantime, the thief's body produced streaks of shadows—the beginning of his shadow dash.

It happened in an instant.

The thief appeared where Jake had been a second ago, his eyes dilated in shock. His opponent leaped away and was only half a second away from landing on his two feet.

Once Jake landed, he bent his knees and drew Joker's highest anchor for the quick release!

With Death's Lock still set on the thief's face, Jake let the arrow go!

It flew and pierced through his skull, severing the head.

[You have done a critical strike!]

[-1251 HP!]

[You have killed Lv. 20 Pizza In The Sewers.]

[You have leveled up!]

[You have received ten dexterity stats upon your first kill on a thief class!]

That was when the tank rose up to his two feet and screamed, "TAUNT! RONAN! NOW! ATTACK—"

His next words squeezed his throat as Jake kicked the ground strongly and jumped behind after being hit by his taunt skill. It was such a weird and unexpected move that the tank gawked, veins popping on his eyeballs.

If even Richard was surprised by that move, the player tank, whose level had never gone past twenty, was even more liable to that.

Ronan missed his swing wide.

'Damn it! We've gone against an alt char!' the tank lamented inwardly.

Alt chars(Alternative Characters) were players with high-level characters who played on their second or third characters. Because Jake had been so good from the beginning, the tank concluded that Jake was a high-level player who had decided to try an archer class and see how weak it was.

There was no other explanation.

Otherwise, how could he have a trick against the taunt and the shadow dash?

The tank's shoulders drooped low.

He'd given up.

On the other hand, Ronan relentlessly threw himself at Jake. It was all his fault. If it weren't for him, his team would have been in the dungeon already, killing monsters! He'd win Mia's affection in a different way!

He wouldn't have been running after an archer like a dog!

'How can't I not even leave a wound on him?! He can't be that good! His skills and stats can't be that good!' Ronan complained inwardly as he ran after Jake.

Jake was in a merciless mood.

He had caught the sight of the folded tank, so he understood that it was only the swordsman left.

Jake sneered, "Strength—356. Dexterity—174. Your stamina must have fallen below twenty percent by now."

Ronan froze.

Those were his stats.

His stamina was indeed barely hanging on!

"An A-Alt C-Char?" Ronan stuttered, his slow hanging low.

He'd given up by now as well.

Jake's lips curved, "I'll leave that up to your imagination. But… I must say, you were pretty good at chasing me around like a dog. Instead of trying to steal one for that spoiled failure of a woman, how about you roll out your tongue and have her pet your head?"

Ronan clenched his hands tight. He chewed on his lips and turned pale.

Getting insulted in the immersive virtual reality hurt as much as killing others.

He could only accept the harsh reality that he had gone against someone better than him.

Jake had also allowed himself not to hold back against those who wanted him dead—against those who wanted to steal his companions!

"Give up on the sword and choke on bones, trash!" Jake released the arrow, killing the swordsman.

He stepped over to the tank.

He held him in an intense and victorious gaze, "You got done by The Archer. Thoroughly. From the moment you decided to kill me, you were already dead… BY THE ARCHER!"

The tank suffered a loss at Jake's hand.

The entire group died and left behind at least one item, which was quite a loot.

Jake took off his Joker Mask and wiped off his eyebrows.

He would always let the wind caress his face after hard work.

It was the same this time.

It felt so good.

Even the sweat on his face felt pleasant!

'Reading enemy players and getting to know their skills is fun!' Jake inwardly thought.

That was when someone applauded him.

Jake turned around, narrowing his eyes.

A/N: Chapter 100 is such a nice milestone! It'd not be me if I didn't ask for a castle gift on this occassion! Haha! Thanks for being here, guys!