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

The team was crouched behind a bush close to the battlefield.

[A Rare Record Of The Craftsmanship—the user can use this record to create an absolute barrier on his statue, which can endure up to three attacks, regardless of their strength!]

"Great one!" Arthur and Jake exclaimed, making Shaw curl his lips up. He was grinning so much that his girlfriend caught her face in her hands and shook herself left and right.

She was the first one to see through Shaw's excitement and feelings.

The rest of the boys exchanged curt glances.

I shouldn't show mine, right?

Yes, don't.

There was no special chat between them, yet they could only talk with eye contact as their feelings were on the same page.

Shaw smiled and asked. "What a record did you get, Jake?"

"It's not really that important now. Let's focus on our next move," Jake replied.

Shaw rubbed his hands. "I thought we would only get upgrades to territory and stuff, but those records can get pretty cool! Come on, tell me what you got!"

Jake couldn't find any excuse not to show his record. Shaw was also so curious that Jake didn't have the heart to keep this facade for too long.

He clicked on his record's description and passed it to Shaw.

The legendary record's description appeared in Shaw's retinas in less than a second.

He parted his lips.

His jaw hit the ground.

"L-Legendary?!" he exclaimed. "You guys have too much luck with those legends! I can't believe it!"

Arthur coughed. "It must be because Jake scored the first kill."

"That's for sure! But legendary right off the bat! Nice! Tsk!" Shaw clicked his tongue.

Jake chuckled. "That's why I wanted to keep it to myself until we get back to the tower."

"Nah! Better tell me what you get so I get more motivated!" Shaw nodded a few times to himself.

His attitude was commendable, so his friends patted his shoulders before finally getting down to talk about their next moves. So far, Jake noticed that a few deaths had occurred on the battlefield.

"We stomped those Eastern True Dragons. Only the ninja guy is left, but I bet he will be hiding in the shadows to steal a record, or maybe he's already on the run to the tower. We can't tell yet. Ogun and Veni Vidi Vici both have sustained losses. Ogun killed their enemies' paladin at the expense of their thief. Blue Union lost a swordsman, but their tank and Hussar held their ground against Kangaroos.

They took down one of their mages."

"I reckon we have the most say now," Arthur said. "Just must keep an eye for a ninja. Which team are we going to meddle with?"

Shaw looked at Jake.

Jake chuckled. "You see that brawny and loud tank?"

"Ah… I see," Arthur nodded. "Are you sure?"

Jake stared into his friend's eyes. "Is it because of Meredith?"

Arthur widened his eyes in surprise. "Uh, indeed. I didn't expect you to notice that."

"Well, I was acting kinda weird yesterday… and Shiro made me realize a few things." Jake stood up and craned his head toward Triple M. "It's not so bad to be obsessive, so long as you know when to stop. Meredith naturally stopped that part of me… and those tits are so huge, man."

Arthur rose to his two and coughed. "Jake, you often say a little too much. Couldn't you say that she's pretty or has a gorgeous hairstyle? I noticed that in her and even talked about it with Sin. She was like Damien noticed that Jake has a thing for her, so let's wait for them to get together."

Jake narrowed his eyes. "I played that mobile game for an hour that day."

Arthur blushed. "Jake!"

Shaw nodded. "I agree. Anna even told me that those might be fake! You never know, Jake! I looked at the video for a while and couldn't really tell, though. The jiggle… as she fought in Europe's Seventh Division… was natural, in my opinion!"

"I'm telling Anna."

"Same."

"Ayo! Boys! Wait! Where are you going?!" Shaw extended his hand toward his friends. "What's said in the voice chat remains the voice chat! No snitching!" He caught up to them.

"No snitching! And why haven't you released an arrow at their tank if we're going to fight them?"

Jake sneered. "Let's attack them like Casual Clowns should."

"…what about no snitching?"

…

…

…

"Guys?"

-

Triple M and Hussar were against a mage and a healer.

While the muscular man fought as though his life depended on it, Hussar was more clearheaded. He thought more about the battle and how to win it.

High-level players told us that low-level taunts are weak and useless unless you can cast a few of them in a short time, but this is ridiculous! Triple's taunts are meaningless against this mage! He can tell when the taunt hits him!

He matches the taunt's impact with level thirty skill, meaning he doesn't perform a basic attack but releases his strongest whenever he's supposed to attack with the weakest skill! And because I'm stuck with this muscle head that can't even bait this mage with a fake taunt, I can't close distance! I'm limited to parries!

If this idiot hadn't been disoriented by Joker, he would have been in better shape!

Just when Hussar thought about Joker and his teammates, the three entities suddenly entered their space. One of them appeared before them, spreading his arms wide and smiling at them.

This smile scratched their hearts.

The other two players flanked them. They stood straight with their weapons up. They were also smiling, matching their theme.

The man in the middle—Joker—said. "Triple M. How about we show you a magic trick?"

"JOKER!" Triple M howled.

"For this magic trick, we'll make you disappear and have you wake up in a comfortable capsule in Poland's biggest theater! Sounds awesome, am I right?" Stay tuned with m-v l|e'm,p y r

"STOP FOOLING AROUND!"

"Oh, excuse me. I didn't know it takes two capsules to store your heavy ass."

Hussar stared ahead with a blank stare

Ah, this is so over.