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

Quento's words clogged up in his throat. 'Another one is coming!'

He could sense a change in the mist caused by Last Coin's magic. He was about to create a second hole in his defensive formation and speed up Jake's Fenrir's Arrow to reach greater heights.

All other mages and a tank noticed it as well.

The problem lay in the tank, however.

'Can I see it through?' he asked himself.

His job was to die first.

There was no shame in tanks dying first. Dying last as a tank deserved ridicule and harsh treatment from teammates and a guild. No such a tank could ever dream of being in the main teams of the guild.

Yet, the tank didn't want to lose his expensive equipment nor did he have any confidence in himself.

He recalled the state the other tank had found himself in.

It was such a state that he couldn't find any words to describe it.

He kept asking himself instead. 'Will the outcome be different? Did he have time to use any of his skills? I should activate them now, but what if I am too late?'

Those questions delayed him so much that he ended up doing nothing.

No, he did something.

Once the arrow whistled past him, he turned around and stared at his tank teammate dying of severe blood loss. The arrow was lodged in his forehead. The damage it had done was so high that only a few pieces of the helmet remained on the tank's head, glued to him by sweat.

It conjured such a horrific picture that the intact tank gulped.

The fallen tank's widened eyes and lips seemingly blamed him for doing nothing. He was pale, like a new kind of zombie, and perspired so much that it seemed like he'd cried.

His morbid appearance weighed on the safe tank until his buddy turned into particles.

Meanwhile, Quento screamed.

"Lasagna! Trevor! You two go for their mage!" he spat as he commanded his assassin and the other assassin from The Golden Lotus. "He's enabling their archer, and he's behind that mist! Separate him from the rest!"

It sounded so easy.

And easy for them, it was.

Lasagna and Trevor were competitive assassins. Though their blades were decisive and merciless, their troublesome styles were better suited to team fights and a competitive environment.

With their tracking skills locked on Casual Clowns, they could make up Last Coin's presence. Their speed and experience ensured they'd not waste any surprise momentum.

Once in the mist, Lasagna went past the shocked Prince and El Boss Queen and put his hand on Coin's back, applying a skill to him.

[Assassin's Mana Thread has connected to the player, Last Coin.]

"Success," Lasagna said in a voice chat in a calm, monotone voice.

Out of the mist, flanked by a mage and a healer and backed by Quento, the assassin nodded. He activated the second part of the skill and connected the thread to himself.

The thread straightened… and started reeling Last Coin in.

He couldn't even do anything about it.

It was a concept he'd never seen before! Breaking mana wasn't simple, either!

"Golden Coin!"

"Coin!" Jake shouted, appearing beside his friend. He teleported to the arrow hidden in Last Coin's robes and caught his hand.

Meanwhile, Sin unsheathed her sword and rushed at Lasagna. He raised his dagger up and fended off every attempt to hurt him.

He simply stated. "It's simpler to defend against skilled swordsmen when only on the defensive."

He even found a gap to leave the mist unscathed!

Sin growled in his direction.

"Jake! I'm sorry!" Last Coin shouted. He couldn't do anything about the thread. He used his wind magic, but that only delayed the inevitable! If he only focused on that, their defensive zone would dissipate, exposing them. "You must find a way to the forest without me!

But I swear to take a few with me! Let me go! Please!"

Jake bit his lips.

He understood the situation.

He smiled at Coin to reassure him. "Break a leg."

Last Coin nodded.

No longer fighting against the thread, he was reeled into the enemy's flank.

Two mages and a healer glared at him.

-

'I didn't want to grind in this game… because I was scared,' Last Coin said as he stood up. 'This decision has shaped me into what I am today and caused me to meet you and others. Casual Clowns are genuinely my real friends… and I want to keep becoming stronger so that all of us can become the best and most famous!

'I'll win. I will take them with me! I will increase our chances of victory! I will make it to the international with everyone!' Last Coin steeled his resolve.

Quento, the healer, and the second mage smiled at him.

"We're in my barrier magic," Quento said. "It's invisible unless you thoroughly look at it. Better than glass and tougher than a mountain… I dare to call myself like that. I'm one of few rare mages that have conquered the unconquerable."

Last Coin narrowed his eyes. "You don't look like one with your friends around you."

Quento chuckled. "The audience is what we fight for! To make it so fair, you have a first move! Everyone likes the chess, the game of royalties! Come on, make a first move."

He was more than shameless.

Last Coin wanted to insult him more.

He had a lot to say, but the audience watching them was the real reason he couldn't say anything more.

Instead, he prepared for a fight.

The new experience he'd tasted in the esports tournament flashed in his mind. It was like a breath of inspiration that had come in clutch to him.

Last Coin whispered, "We're in your barrier… so like we're in the cauldron."

"Huh?" Quento grew puzzled.

Last Coin smiled. 'Yes… it's like an alchemy. I've become this good because of the practice I put into alchemy and my skills. Combining different ingredients, including those that should never work with each other, and giving them a new purpose is an alchemist's way.'

He raised his dominant hand and threw it forward.

His left hand touched the wrist on which the magical orb rested.

Last Coin made the first and the last move. "I'll combine everything I have into one!"

Last Coin had never used more than two elements in his long career at once.

But in that moment, with the spark of inspiration running in his veins, he imagined the world as a cauldron and his skills as ingredients.

He was a catalyst in the middle!

Last Coin's mana boiled.

It had never happened before.

Never in his life could he feel his mana so well!

He was becoming flames!

"COME OUT—"

DING!

[You have created a new skill by unleashing your five skills simultaneously while burning your mana!]

[Please name it, or the game system will name it in your stead.]

"—APOCALYPSE!"

BANG!

Boxed in the barrier zone, Last Coin's elements swirled around him! Earth, water, fire, lightning, and wind danced around him like an ocean!

What was Earth Wall cracked into various shapes, each taking after the other elements! Oval rocks polished themselves into perfect tear drops, earth spikes carved into lightning bolts, carpets of the earth unfolded, and branches of flames sprouted from the ground as though fire—all in the earth!

The same happened to other elements.

Water splashed around and spread around like flames gnawing on the wood!

The wind went crazy and solid!

Fire circled, formed clouds, and cracked like lightning!

Lightning fell down like a waterfall!

Last Coin's mana and flesh burned.

His Joker Mask became his second skin.

It assimilated with his character, and his talent heightened the item's properties.

[Your mana regeneration has been increased by 300%.]

[You can keep up Apocalypse(Legendary) for ten seconds more.]

Last Coin's smiled broadly. It was such a genuine smile, yet the opponents seeing him could only think he said—[Hehe, sorry for summoning so much mess, not so sorry, maybe? Hehe.]

On the other end of the apocalypse, Quento stared at the hell with widened eyes.

"What the hell is this?" he asked. He couldn't keep up his barrier magic at all! The invisible walls imprisoning Last Coin had cracked so much that anyone could see how the barrier magic looked.

The other mage screamed, "Help me out! Stop dallying around! We need to overwhelm his magic! Everything I sent toward him gets destroyed into pieces and becomes part of his mess! It's like I'm fueling his skill! Overwhelm him with your barrier magic!

Make it compress him into a pulp!"

It was too late.

All walls exploded, ushering in the apocalypse.

Quento, the mage, and the healer were swallowed by it.

Two of them died.

Once the magic subsided, Quento stepped out… "Compress him? All I thought about was how to save myself to bring my guild's team to the internationals, not yours. And it looks like… I evolved!"

His barrier magic was nothing more than a wall.

It could be compressed, but its shape always remained the same.

Yet, as Quento looked into Last Coin's mask, his mana stirred.

He evolved to put on a barrier armor on himself!

It combined with his mana barrier, turning him into a mage that couldn't be defeated!

He ambled toward Last Coin.

On his knees, Last Coin stared at the ground.

He had zero mana.

He was so defenseless.

It'd only take a few simple skills to defeat him.

Quento shoved his staff below Last Coin's chin and forced him to look up at him.

He smiled, "You're good. I'll contact you after this."

Lightning sparkled from the man's staff, killing Last Coin from a close range.

'I took down a healer and a mage… only two… but I hope it will help,' Last Coin thought.

[You have died.]

-

"OH MY GOD! THAT WAS SO EPIC!" Elise screamed. "I still want Archer's number! He's doing his best to defeat his opponents, but he's done nothing much so far because he can't pay a price like Last Coin did! But Last Coin was so damn cool I think we should applaud him already!"

"I agree wholeheartedly with you, Elise!" Bobby shouted. "Three players from the alliance have been taken down so far! Casual Clowns have to fight eleven more players! Quento also came out with a new evolution to his barrier magic, so he became even stronger! Casual Clowns can't pay any price! They must find a way to win!

Ah!"

When Bobby mentioned finding a way, the alliance was the one that found a way to defeat Prince. Even in his Undead Transformation, Prince couldn't have taken anyone because the enemies started relying more on their numbers and advantages.

They didn't have to do their best. They could trigger the skills and ditch them.

No skill was absolute—each had a weakness or weaknesses.

Prince could be undead for a short time.

Once he returned to being a human, he died while protecting his sister and El Boss Queen.

Jake also lost Odin's skill again.

The cooldown of five minutes was too harsh!

"Down to three! This looks like a disaster!" Elise shouted. "No! Archer has been caught! How you dare to go after him!?"

"You're becoming partial, Elise!" Bobby reminded.

That was when Jake suddenly grew golden.

He was embraced by Sin's legendary skill—Ra's Shrine. She put everything to heal and buff him. It was what she and Prince had decided before the latter's death.

Jake was the best man to survive last because he could trouble those unfair teams!

While she cast that skill, El Boss Queen protected her.

She paid a life to keep Sin safe.

Without any mana, Sin could only rely on her physical stats and swordsmanship.

However, that wasn't enough against a swordsman assisted by a healer and mage.

She fell a short time later.

It was now only Jake.

Only Jake remained on the scene.

He ran away without much problem as he was healed and buffed. He hid himself in their previous spot. It was only a matter of time before the assassins from the alliance would find him, though.

It pissed him off.

He hit the tree out of frustration.

Elise commented, "Who wouldn't be mad in his place?!"

Bobby parted his lips.

He was about to add his comment, yet he swallowed back his words as Jake had taken out something no one expected him to do.

It was a small bottle of vodka!

"T-This is a high-quality one that even those that dislike vodka drink in the game!" Bobby spoke as his hobby was suddenly laid out in the tournament.

He stared at Jake emptying the shot in one go.

Jake took out another bottle.

"Oh! His taste is really refined! This is the green whiskey! Delicious poison!" Bobby shouted. He was loud, if not louder than Elise.

She stared at him with narrowed eyes.

Jake's eyes also became half-lidded.

He arched his head back and looked at the skies.

The foggy memories started clearing up.

His entire body warmed up.

And while his stats had begun updating to match his drunk level, Jake's recent spar with Viktor flashed in his mind.

It was a spar where he was utterly drunk, and Viktor was furious.

[Vikky… you're bleeding! Haha!]

The system messages appeared on Jake's retina. His eyes sprang open.

[You're entirely drunk.]

[Your stats have been updated.]

Jake's sealed talent has been unlocked.

Hard work and raw talent joined hands.

"I love this pressure! I love this challenge! I love this momentum! Let's make it even more exciting! The melody of my soul, the sonata of my enemies' screams—all to crescendo this tournament!"

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