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

Prince smirked on his side, "The legendary boss! Cerberus! He doesn't have three heads, but one, so maybe that's why he's called The First Cerberus! He appeared that night and took the world by storm. Many players have barged into the dungeon and tried their luck against him. I heard some crafting high-level dudes have been invited, too, to break into his treasure door!

He protects it so well! Protecting the treasure at any cost is such an art!"

"Wait, doesn't it mean that no one has killed him yet? Aren't there high-level players?" Jake asked. He could read between the lines and tell that there was a reason for high-level artisans to be invited to the dungeon. Those had many tricks up their sleeves and could get into the dungeon treasures without fighting monsters and bosses!

For them to be involved in the dungeon expedition, Jake could only think of the high-level players failing to kill the legendary boss.

It was so bizarre, but Jake had long since learned that the immersive virtual reality was much different from other games.

The immersive virtual reality made a lot of things more exciting and troublesome at the same time!

Prince nodded, "Ye, no one has killed him yet."

"But how?" Jake asked. At this point, he was too curious to stay loyal to his principles. He might as well learn everything about The First Cerberus now.

Prince sighed, "No one deals any damage to him. Even those guys with epic classes and high levels! Nothing works against that monster, so people speculate that Zeus' power is required to defeat Cerberus!"

"Zeus? Where does he come from?" Jake asked, perplexed.

"The legendary boss awakened around the same time when thunders boomed on the first floor. People think that Zeus had tried to get to Hades' treasure buried beneath the dungeon boss' room. He was stopped on the first floor because Cerberus awakened to protect it. Now, we have a quest on our hands! An extraordinary chain of developments, I would say! High-quality art!"

Jake perspired.

He unconsciously twisted his face.

His hand gripping the phone nearly bent it. Phones those days were too thin!

"It was me!" Jake shouted.

"What are you talking about, my dark horse?" Prince asked, confused. He only knew Jake for a day but hadn't heard him in a lather. His voice alone was enough to convey how outraged he was!

A few students had turned their heads to Jake, so he looked away and left the table. He went outside the campus and talked to Prince about what had happened to him just as he was about to log out yesterday.

Prince listened to the story in silence.

It was unbelievable.

It was so unbelievable that his artistic senses couldn't find words to retort.

In fact, he believed Jake for some absurd reason.

Was it because Jake was his dark horse?

"I want to be a pioneer! You know? The pioneer of my archery! I want people to follow my path and pick up a bow and my practices! We're in the game world with the system, so it's possible! But when I made an appearance in the dungeon and killed people with arrows, they've started calling me the irregular!

When I fought against the alt char of a high-level player and destroyed him with my unique power, I'm called Zeus?!" Jake screamed at his phone.

Prince didn't hold back laughing at all.

He stared at the vista of the metropolis from a skyscraper. His apartment was so high that Zeus' title matched him better, at least in real life.

He replied, "You can't expect people to know that you and your archery produced those thunders, right?"

"Yeah, I know… I realized it now that I complained about it… but it makes me livid anyway," Jake said.

Prince chuckled, "The irregular nickname is because of people's pettiness. At some point, they will accept the reality. Your art won't go unnoticed, my dark horse."

Jake nodded, "Thanks… so, have you talked with your manager?"

"My manager? Like I could care about him right now! A new saga is about to begin in my movie! Cerberus! Zeus! My dark horse!

My dear sister! And me! All against the crowd of high-level and zealous players! Camera on, and we dive in!" Prince exclaimed, holding up the cup with the expensive alcohol swirling against the brims.

His smirk was reflected in his shining window.

Jake narrowed his eyes, "I'm not going against my schedule… I did that too many times recently. I can log in late in the evening to look around."

"You should save this diligence and rules when you're married. Have a lot of fun before you settle in a house with a nagging wife over you! You'll never know she's this one until you've met enough! Take this advice to your heart, my dark horse! I'm honest!" Prince said before sipping on his drink.

Jake felt conflicted taking advice from this man.

They were both from different worlds, after all.

He remembered this advice and joked around, "Well, if you were a girl, I would have confessed to you. That epic ring was the reason I could unleash so many thunders. I sucked too much mana, but it was so cool… I think I should invest in a camera feature, too."

Prince laughed, "I don't swing this way, dear. I'll take this as a compliment. Though, are you so comfortable with anyone?"

Jake pondered over this question and shrugged, "Only a few have stayed as friends with me to this day. The rest couldn't have dealt with my selfishness, so they gave up on me. I think it's because of that I'm not hiding much from others. You're not much older than me, so I'm quite comfortable speaking this way with you. If you feel otherwise, I'll watch out."

Prince smirked, "No need. You've been blessed with great friends. Having a few good friends is better than many fake ones."

Those words came straight from the heart.

After that, Prince hung up.

He stood up from his chair and worked on his morning soreness, "We ended up with such an interesting guy in a team! And it only began because he was so cold and had a neat mask! He's hiding a lot of cards, but so we are."

Sin Blackberry's voice rippled from behind him.

She stood with a wooden sword in her hands, "Go… to… your… manager."

Damien ignored her, "Ah, it's such a blessing that we can act like a tank and a paladin so easily on low levels! Our real classes would attract so many high-level players to us!"

Sin snapped when she heard his words.

She rushed at her brother and smashed her wooden sword on his head.

Damien sprawled on the floor.

"Don't talk about our classes! I can't stomach the fact that I had to spend months in the tutorial because of you! Get your ass to your manager, now!" Sin shouted.

Damien sighed and stood up, "It's indeed a sin to have such a sister like you! I still love you!"

"Sin in my nickname doesn't stand for that," Sin coldly replied.

Damien became silent.

He knew her sins.

After a moment of silence, Damien grinned, "I'll splurge and get more information for us!"

A few more bonks had landed on his head.