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

The thunder no one had heard in The Condemned Dungeon had swept across the first floor.

All monsters and players became deaf, with the echo of the terrifying thunder rippling in their hearts.

Breathing was momentarily forgotten by them as everything on the first floor seemed to have been snatched by the existence that had released this thunder.

Jake stared ahead with widened eyes. His heart hammered against his chest.

He couldn't believe that he'd released such a powerful arrow. But he felt that in his hands, blood, bones, heart, and ears.

The whistle of death he usually heard because of The Headless Hunter's design had woven with the thunder, becoming the undertone and the prelude to the second release.

As he stared at the breezing arrow, Jake momentarily saw the image of an adult wolf chasing after the arrow's end. This made him recall the games he had played with Odin to cheer him up after his mishap during the casual quest.

The Fenrir's Thunder truly conveyed the relationship between Jake and Odin.

Perhaps Odin wanted to show his love toward Jake in this way.

Regardless of the reason, both of them had seen the future evolutions of Fenrir's Thunder in this short image.

What Law be damned saw, however, was much different.

He saw his demise.

Goosebumps went through him from head to toe. His instincts warned him, ringing like alarms of war in his head. Months of being a high-level player helped his muscle memory come over him.

It saved him in a split second as he turned his head to the side. discover-stories-MVLeMpYr

The second thunder boomed in the cave.

Despite the assassin's fast reaction, the arrow still connected with his face…

…obliterating half of his head.

[You have been hit by a critical strike!]

[-658 HP!]

Suddenly, half of the assassin's vision popped into nothingness. He felt an immense pain in his head that couldn't have been held back by the lowered pain sensors. His mind shook, his body refused to move, and he felt like screaming from the depths of his throat.

Which he did.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Meanwhile, the population on the first floor had realized that the thunder was coming from the second floor's entrance. This place was so huge that titans could hold parties here, but now, everyone thought that the real titan had yawned here or even awakened, pissed.

Swarms of people headed to the second floor's entrance!

Jake and Law be damned didn't even think about it.

The battle wasn't over yet.

They were so hurt that it only took one blow to defeat them!

It could be anything.

Even a pebble would do!

Because Jake told his summons to not stay close to the assassin, as he was worried that they would die from his arrow, Law be damned was alone, with no one keeping him restricted.

He could use his movement skill and breach the distance with Jake to kill him!

Jake widened his eyes, taking the decision!

'I won't rely on luck! I will keep fighting and let the luck be byproduct of my actions! Chaos! I need chaos here to defeat this guy!' Jake inwardly screamed. 'Laws be damned, for real!'

Because Odin's arrow dispersed upon contact with anything, he could either turn into his real form or return to Jake's body through the invisible form. Jake had tested that before on Viktor's grounds.

Ender and Odin had those privileges so far.

Meaning that Fenrir's Thunder was available again! Zero cooldown!

So long as Jake had mana, he could use it again!

Which was why he felt like kissing the epic ring he had received from Prince! If Prince were a woman, Jake would have confessed to him on their second meeting!

'Chaos! Chaos! Chaos!' Jake's head became filled with this one intent!

He jumped and lowered his bow, targeting the ground beneath him!

He released the third thunder.

The fourth thunder naturally rang out after the arrow had hit the floor! It shattered everything around Jake and even caused the broken mess to go up as though gravity be damned!

The fifth, sixth, seventh, and more and more thunders continuously rained down on the scene!

Jake didn't care about the unwritten rules between players. He even targeted chandeliers of salacities above him, forcing them to fall down like broken icicles!

Everything was floating above Jake as he caused a ruckus on the first floor!

Getting near him was akin to impossible because of all this mess swirling around him!

Law be damned cursed inwardly, 'This bastard's crazy! What if he gets hits, too?! It takes only a pebble to kill us! This is too much risk!'

Jake was well aware of it.

But he didn't have any choice in this matter.

As much as he didn't want to rely on luck, he could only let fate decide the victor. He'd done all he could have done and exerted as much power as he could!

That said, because of Ender's work, Jake's perception was much better than the assassin's!

'My chances of survival are theoretically higher than his! He's relying on luck more than me! I'm forcing a high-level player to rely on luck more than me! I drove him to this point! He has less HP than me, so he will be the first one to bleed to death! Half the head gone means he can't cure this bleeding with potions!

He's done! So long as I survive, he's done! And it doesn't matter if I lose first because I am already the victor!'

Compelling anyone from high levels to this extent as a low-level player caused Jake to feel like an ultimate winner despite the high chances of him dying.

Even if he died, he would feel content.

He felt this great.

There was also another reason as to why he was in such high spirits.

'So much Fenrir's Thunders feel so good! Right, Odin?!' Jake thought.

He smiled from ear to ear, causing his mask to make him look like a jester demon.

Odin's Thunders rippled even louder as Odin grew excited along with Jake.

'Chaos! Chaos! Chaos!' it became a cool note in his head.

Meanwhile, the assassin exerted as much as possible to avoid the death. He understood that he was on the edge of dying and that he couldn't prevent bleeding. Even if he had a healing medicine from a high-level world, he wouldn't be able to save his dying ass.

He could only kill his opponent first.

Jake, however, was such a madman that the assassin found it difficult to do.

'I have the last move left! Rush at him and pray that I survive this onslaught!' Law be damned decided.

In this wailing cave where mess must have gone against the laws of gravity to represent the cave's tears, Law be damned decided to make the last one rush to Jake's side to finish him off.

He didn't have any special move for that.

He could only hope for luck to be on his side.

He also knew that Jake's summons were nowhere close because they had to protect themselves in this mess.

With all this weighing on his mind, Law be damned rushed in.

And those that only rely on luck…

'Loser,' Jake thought.

…more often than not fail.

[You have been killed by Archer.]

[You have dropped your item, The Assassin's Pride(Rare)]

-

"Jake! Are you still in the game?! Come out!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A troublesome sister was knocking on Jake's room door with her balled hands. When he shouted at her from the other side, Mary opened the door and barged inside.

She wore mixed emotions on her face.

Upon noticing her younger brother, however, Mary blinked and looked at him in wonder.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Mary asked.

Jake's smile was difficult to explain.

Mary would have said it was so annoying she could only ask for the reason for it.

Jake replied, "I fought against so many players and got them all… but the last solo battle and the victory against the assassin felt so good that I want to repeat that… I'm no longer sleepy and exhausted. I just want to fight… I want to fight more people! I even want to fight those bastard assassins and thieves! I want more chaos! Haha! Chaos!

Chaos! Chaos!"

"Are you dumb?" Mary asked.

Jake smiled, "Surely smarter than you. Anyway, what you need? I'm past my bedtime and so sweaty right now. You could have been a good sister for once and bothered me tomorrow."

"Why did you ask me about Damien Twice?" Mary blushed. She was a fan of this actor and became a lost cause when his name was mentioned. There was no cure to that as even her best friend loved that man and would turn lost when it came to Damien Twice.

Robert had already accepted that fact. At least he could watch adult videos without any guilt.

Mary screamed, "No way you've met him like Lilith, right?!"

"Of course I haven't met him! Just heard some fans talking about him and thought I would ask you about him! They were talking about him playing the game!"

"Kyaaaaa! I hope I will meet him in the game world then! Maybe he will ask our guild for help! We're one of the best, after all! Please, god, let me meet Damien Twice!" Mary screamed.

When her mother's voice shouted back at her that it was already past ten p.m., Mary coughed and smiled at her brother before leaving the room.

She said, "You smell like a poo!"

"Your usual perfume!"

"Stupid brat thinks he's a big shot after killing some cheap assassin! He must be a random! Not as cool as me! You probably shot a few arrows around you and luckily got him!"

"You think I can rely on luck?! I was born as your brother, so I'm unlucky from the start!"

The usual argument between siblings lasted quite a while.