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

[A few seconds after Jake's loss.]

It was such a heartbreaking loss that even the other side of the crowd didn't raise their voice until it was a moment to celebrate Last Coin's win.

As the cheers of mages and other players washed through him, Last Coin fell onto his rear and deeply inhaled. His mana was really low, and it would have been different had it not been for the items increasing his mana pool.

His intelligence stats were also very high because of his time spent in the alchemy shop.

'I won…' Last Coin said… 'This win feels… so great.'

Recalling Jake's excited face as he exchanged moves with him, Last Coin believed that Jake didn't hold a grudge against him. Instead, he hoped that Jake would be open to becoming friends with him and that they could exchange a few pointers and fight once again.

Just like SWalker, Last Coin wanted to become friends with Jake, whose archery had won his appreciation.

A colossal shadow enveloped the young mage, then.

It was Viktor.

"Here's your reward," he said, throwing a pouch of gold coins. It was so stuffed and thick that anyone could tell it was worth a lot. It hefted so much on Last Coin's palm.

"Thank you," Last Coin said.

A second later, Randal appeared beside them.

He laughed aloud. "Haha! This duel has proved that magic is superior to all! Regardless of how many tricks you come up with, magic alone is enough to trample over them!" The handprint on his cheek waned as he shouted those words. "That Archer was nothing to write home about!"

It took much of Viktor's will to hold back from slapping this man twice.

In fact, Viktor's brakes broke.

He raised his hand, only to be stopped by a voice beside him.

"Take that back!" Last Coin shouted, his face contorted and red. For a person with little social experience and contact with others, talking back to the instructor was beyond his comfort zone.

That said, he couldn't stand still and listen to Randal's disparaging comments of Archer.

"Last Coin?" Randal faced the young mage with disbelief written all over his face. He thought Last Coin would have sided with him. After all, Viktor had publicly slapped him! It'd have been the perfect moment to gain his favor, yet Last Coin stood beside Viktor.

His expression was of an utter indignation.

Even Viktor gazed at Last Coin with bewildered countenance.

Last Coin pierced the mage instructor with a glare. "I haven't fought someone like Archer before. He was nothing short of amazing. I know how difficult it is to wield magic. Just because we receive and use a skill through a system, it doesn't mean our skills are perfect. On top of using various skills and movement skills, his archery form was cool and handsome!

Nothing like me, who stands like a plain mannequin with an orb in hand! He practiced a lot of stuff and came here to prove his archery! I respect him from the bottom of my heart! Even if we don't become friends, I'll consider him my rival!"

The crowd applauded as Last Coin's statement swept through everyone at the scene.

It was so embarrassing that Last Coin looked down and bit his lips. He was so red that he was now like a ripe tomato about to ripple to trickle down its juices.

He was so cute that a few female healers who wanted to become closer to Jake gave up on the archer and walked closer to Last Coin to get onto his better side.

Teasing him was amusing, to say the least.

Viktor smirked. "Last Coin, right? I'll mention your name to a certain someone once she visits me."

"Eh? Sure…" Last Coin replied weakly to the imperial archer, as the surrounding females and their attention had left him flushed from head to toe. He didn't know what to do, and he wasn't cool about it like Jake!

Viktor glared at Randal. "And you… you're fortunate one."

He left the scene after those words, leaving Randal fuming with fury.

Last Coin didn't bother himself with Randal, either. He knew he'd cut ties with him the second he sided with Viktor, so he already thought of returning to the alchemy shop where he'd studied his mana flow and alchemy. After that, he'd switch countries or find someone else to take quests from.

A few ladies followed him to the alchemy shop.

Meanwhile, the group of archers stood agape as their vision was obscured by a game system.

[You have been inspired by The Archer.]

[You can create your own unique archery skill based on inspiration from The Archer's duels.]

[A blueprint for your original skill has been crafted.]

[Archery Skill Blueprint(Rare)(Requirements—Archer Class/Subclass. An inspiration from witnessing The Archer's performance against various players on The Last Night's Training Grounds.)—the user can create his own archery skill. The blueprint strictly follows its own rules related to The Archer's skills and performance.

Creating a skill unrelated to The Archer's skills is impossible and will be prohibited by the blueprint. This item is bound to the user and can't be sold or used by anyone else.]

Edward and the other archers were at a loss for words.

Everyone that had seen Jake's debut was here.

Consequently, they received a blueprint from Jake's legendary class.

It was so awkward as none of them had done anything to him.

They hadn't even exchanged pointers with him.

The youngest of them was the most awkward—Patti. She was the one to tell Jake to leave them upon seeing his bow break up and receiving jeers from Welshy and his friends.

She looked at her archery friends, but no one could have helped her. They either warmly smiled at her or awkwardly shook their heads, as there was no solution to what she had done.

Edward was like a leader of this group.

He smiled and said, "Archer's archery is enjoyable, isn't it? I like it. What about you?"

"Same… he made it look so sleek and cool," one of the newbie archers replied.

Another one added, "It's so hyperactive… I really want to have similar movement skills!"

Edward chuckled. "The best we can do is to reciprocate Archer's feelings and help him! Let's make our own skills and become proficient in them before we meet him again!"

On that day, the first generation of Jake's archers was born.

A black-haired woman passed them with a faint smile on her face.

She held a camera that appeared like a smartphone, her fingers tenderly caressing the screen.

-

"It took you too long to return home," Ingrid said as she coolly stared at Viktor.

She wasn't alone. The drunk Aaron was beside her, crying.

"I can't set the drunk old man free onto the streets," Ingrid added.

Viktor harrumphed, "You wouldn't wait for me if it was just him. Besides, he's sane even if drunk."

Aaron nodded. "We might have another tsundere in our team!"

Viktor and Ingrid scowled at the old man for using this slang.

Ignoring him, Ingrid passed Viktor the camera. It had recorded Jake's duels and even the crowd's reaction.

Of course, it wasn't professionally recorded, but Ingrid, an archer herself, knew how to highlight Jake's archery and moves. It could have been said that she had made up for bad shots with her experience.

Viktor took it and safely stored it in his inventory.

Jake told him that he'd record his battles and use it to monetize them back in his world.

People liked entertainment, and tournaments were often held before monsters, dungeons, and players arrived so Viktor could understand Jake's intent.

As he held the camera, Viktor suddenly raised his eyes and seriously looked at Ingrid.

He asked. "What's the next level of your training regime with Jake?"

Ingrid tilted her little head, "You want to steal my job?"

"You don't have as much time as we do to sacrifice solely to him. If you're worried about your job, you should do things differently, don't you think?" Viktor replied with a question.

Ingrid sneered. "Look at you, so eager to teach him. How long did it take… a few months of self-training, duels against strong players who have been taught by instructors… and even Minerva and Alice's teachings for you to open your eyes? You did nothing so far, so get off your high horse and speak nicer to me. Don't teach me the ropes since I'm far ahead of you in this area."

Aaron went 'hoho' under his nose. This woman really knew how to talk.

Viktor's smile didn't fade, however.

He nodded. "Calculate the exchange of money between our worlds and make a contract. I'll pay you enough in Jake's place so that we can help him improve."

That genuine response caught Ingrid off-guard.

"You seem to believe… once again," she said before asking. "What do you think of his archery?"

Viktor arched his head back and looked at the cloudy skies, "It's stupid."

Aaron laughed aloud.

Ingrid faintly smiled.

"It's so stupid, yet it makes me smile so much. It puts so much hope and excitement into me that I want to see what else he will come up with. I want to see how far I can help him. That's what Viktor feels. The Imperial part of me will try to convert those feelings into a torch to guide Asta Bow House back on the right tracks," Viktor said.

Ingrid took a moment to respond to his words.

She said, "Remember that he's still a kid. You should catch him when he enters this world."

"What do you mean by that?" Viktor asked.

"Those battles weren't just for his sake," Ingrid replied.

That much was enough for Viktor and Aaron to understand her words.

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