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

"I didn't need their help to hunt down these players. Well, this one is the reason those guys attacked me," Jake said, hauling Odin up and showcasing him to Prince and Sin Blackberry.

The beautiful part of the team was interested in Odin, as he was a fluffy silver wolf. Just like many female players, she also considered Odin a silver puffy cloud that could mesh with her chest—the best cuddling partner.

Jake wouldn't be surprised if Odin's adorable appearance would melt the coldest queen's heart in the future.

At this point, it had to be given to Odin that he was the most popular with ladies.

Jake was not his match at all.

Ender screeched then.

He was like a finger-sized baby eagle resting on Jake's shoulder. He didn't voice himself out of jealousy of Odin's position but because Jake actually needed his help dealing with the players.

If it had not been for him, Jake would have been surprised by them… at least somehow.

Jake nodded, "Yeah, Ender helped me spot those players. But they went for us because a spoiled woman wanted Odin all for herself. Her real personality came out when I refused to join their party. It was funny, to be honest. It was even funnier to make her headless."

"Cold! Absolute Zero Blood! Haha!" Prince laughed, his hands already orchestrating a performance straight from an opera as though he were a conductor. "You're rich in experience, my black horse! Makes you fit us even more."

If his helmet was gone, Prince's winking would have been seen.

Jake whispered, "Isn't it dark horse, by the way?"

Sin Blackberry pursed her lips so as not to let out a faint chuckle.

Prince reacted belatedly now that he understood his mistake.

He wouldn't agree with Jake, however.

He spun and made a different, cool pose with his right hand on his helmet's spire. His right leg was also forward, while the left limbs were held back. It was quite a dramatic pose, to be exact.

He said, "Oh, you're not black, true! I'll save a black horse nickname for a black friend I'll meet in this game! You shall be my dark horse, then! You like darkness, hmmm? And so do I. Darkness has always stirred the hearts of humans!"

Ender screeched in agreement.

Jake had a feeling that keeping Ender around Prince would be a bad idea, but he couldn't do anything about it. He also didn't think he'd become that close with Prince and Sin Blackberry to be with them pretty often.

'At least Ender will learn more of the world,' Jake thought.

Jake said aloud, "You might get a slap if you save such a nickname for a black person."

"A slap or two aren't foreign to me! And so is the hate from the community!" Prince clearly didn't see anything wrong with what he'd said.

Jake also didn't want to sour the mood with ethics, so he dropped the topic.

The party of three continued their journey to the first dungeon. Because monsters were abundant in the forest, Jake didn't need to wait long to see Prince and Sin Blackberry's skills.

Just like he thought, Prince was a combination of tank and swordsman. He was quite a cheat because of his expensive items, though. His damage and defenses were high, reaching absurd numbers for his level twenty.

He also mentioned that he had various skills up his sleeve in items.

While Prince was like a black knight, the immovable tower, Sin Blackberry was an agile, sharp gleam weaving around him. Her swordsmanship was fast and precise, and she rapidly took down enemies held back by her brother.

Her combination of a swordsman and healer allowed her to increase her stats during a fight. Those convenient skills stemmed from the healer subclass, blessing her with various buff effects.

Healers weren't only breezing ambulances, after all.

From what Jake inferred, Sin Blackberry's buffing skills increased her speed and reduced her stamina consumption. She could also apply those to Prince.

He was a tank who could share his defenses with his sister, so their duo completed each other well, allowing them to waltz through monsters and players.

'Yet, they've died against players in the dungeon. It's numbers that are not in their favor, realistically speaking,' Jake thought.

He also didn't keep those thoughts to himself.

Though he may have tasted some player-killing experience, his stats were so much higher, and half of his enemies could have been taken down from afar. It could have been said that Jake had it much easier than others, but he also didn't hesitate to fight in close combat.

He loved that.

Which was tricky for an archer.

He talked about it with Prince, who seemed like a natural, eloquent speaker.

"This is like a real life, my dark horse! Have you ever played a game on PC in which your character could slip and fall onto his bottom? I got a better example. Imagine playing a game on PC, and your character faces a ravine from the top. You're also chased by a few enemies.

Depending on the game's engine, your character can either fall and die or face the invisible wall and just stay in place, waiting for the enemies." Prince's hands lived their own lives as he explained the difficulties of fighting in the immersive virtual world.

Sin Blackberry explained it much better and simpler, "All tricks are available in this world. You can pick up a sand and throw it into your enemies' eyes to blind them."

Jake nodded, "I see. Well, that's true. I was limited to a few angles because of the trees. I guess that would be normal in any game, even those on PC, though. You two must have experienced more difficulties."

The siblings didn't refute Jake's words.