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

Damien did quite a ruckus in the hotel's gym.

Though he was mainly famous in his home country and continent, people still recognized Damien from his movies. He enamored the gym's staff and a few other workers.

He used their affection toward him to tease other participants and showcase how famous and good he was.

Arthur and Shaw couldn't find a room beside their teammate, even though he often would tell them to workout beside him. That said, these two were good targets for other participants, as they could ignore Damien Twice and face off against them.

It was quite a loud day.

Meanwhile, Last Coin spent time with the female part of his team. He beat three of them in every console game and even was about to get hit by a flying pad, as a certain woman was too honest with her feelings.

Sin would catch the zooming threat often.

She sometimes would have to dodge it, but she didn't mind it.

Anna did, though.

And she wasn't that close with El Boss Queen, to begin with, so a few curses bounced off between them.

Justin never knew that women could be so scary.

'I wonder what Jake's doing,' he thought… 'I should have gone sightseeing, too! Even though I'm not that interested in going out…'

Jake was back in the hotel, too.

He returned with Meredith and was now facing one of her teammates.

"This is the guy you were safe with?" he asked. He wasn't the man who had talked with Meredith through the phone, as his tone was deep and harsh. He was at least two meters tall/six feet. His broad shoulders and muscles turned him into a tank in real life.

Just like his build suggested, this man was one of two tanks from Blue Union—Muscle Muscle Muscle.

His teammates call him Triple M.

He scanned Jake from head to toe and scoffed.

Jake narrowed his eyes. "You got a problem?"

He didn't know why he would get offended. It wasn't like him, but those words left his lips before he could have swallowed them, drawing the man closer to himself.

Jake could no longer see anyone else than Triple M. The man was higher and approached him so close that it looked like a contest between a human and a beast.
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He growled. "Even a cat wouldn't feel safe with you."

That was when Jake raised his hands, planting them on the man's chest. He pushed him away, forcing the much bigger man to take a few steps away from him.

Had Triple M not been an athletic man, he would have been toppled backward.

In shock, Triple M gazed at Jake.

Jake said, "Even a fly wouldn't be able to find a shelter behind you in a storm. Don't skip a leg day, idiot."

The hotel's security stepped in when Triple M parted his lips to shout at Jake. They caught the man and forced him to calm down.

It was impossible.

"Hands off me!" Triple M thrashed against the security's lock. "I gotta pay back this shrimp!"

Jake sneered at him.

"I apologize for him," Meredith said.

Jake's sneer dissipated as though he never wore it.

He turned to her and replied, "Teach him not to stand so close to others."

"I will… but you also shouldn't have reacted so hostilely," Meredith replied.

Jake gazed at her for a few seconds before scratching the back of his head, "I don't know what has gotten into me."

She curved her lips up and leaned closer, "You showed me that no one would have touched a hair on my head today."

"…that's obvious," Jake replied with a hint of a clumsiness.

"We'll see each other tomorrow at the scene before the tournament… and then in-game. Bye-bye, Archer," Meredith turned around and stepped toward her teammate, who had been waiting for her at the other end of the floor.

Jake stared at her back.

He shouted, "It's Jake."

Meredith stopped and looked at him with a smile, nodding.

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"You didn't have to cause such a scene," Meredith scolded her teammate. She was younger, only twenty years old, yet she was the most authoritative person in Blue Union's team.

Triple M raised his voice, "I don't know where you met that shrimp, but he would have run first if someone bigger than him were to hit on you!"

"Wouldn't he run away from you, then? I also told you not to approach others so close, with that beast smile," Meredith said. She didn't look like a teammate but a guild leader with her assertive tone and confident expression.

She was so unapproachable and unquestionable that Triple M became smaller in her presence.

He asked, "Will you really leave the guild if we lose?"

"Yes."

"But… we're such a strong team! We can level up and climb other divisions as a team!" Triple M said.

That was when a burst of laughter hit him from the side.

"Hah! You lack so much, boy… I sense no art within you, just a pathetic hope!" a blue-haired man in nothing but bathrobes stood still with a cigar between his fingers.

Meredith and Triple M craned their heads to the side.

The man sneered at Blue Union's tank. "You call my dark horse a shrimp, but there's a little shrimp sheathed in your pants! Taking gym candies is as awful as your attempt to win her heart! Disgusting!"

At first, Triple M growled at the man. A huge vein popped into his temple.

He then calmed down and grew red, as the man could see through his intent! Triple M wanted his current team to hold up for as long as possible because he wanted to build a stronger relationship with Meredith. He believed she needed more time to see his good points.

'Wait… if this bastard could see through that so easily, then does it mean Meredith…' Triple M shifted his head to the side like a robot.

Damien sneered. "Yeah, boy… I'll crush you in the tournament just as I had crushed your pathetic hope right now." He glanced at Meredith and spoke with the respect she deserved. "Miss Meredith. May we see more of each other in the future."

He left with a chuckle.

Meredith shook her head, "Men are so troublesome."