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

Jake rushed out of the dungeon like he'd seen his angry mother or girlfriend.

No one understood the reason he ditched the dungeon. Medusa's human form was only seen by Jake. Regardless of the reason, it was amusing to see him bolting above crevices by using his gravity control concept. He zoomed above the crowds and monsters like an unrestrained bird, then sailed the roofs of the lawless zone's facilities, ignoring the boundaries of privacy.

Jake had never so fast traversed from the lawless zone to the capital during his short stay in The Oath Kingdom.

"Where is the clothing shop? The most expensive one?!" Jake asked the nearest man.

He was so rash that it seemed his wife demanded an apology dress.

The man smirked. "Head over to the market in the center of the capital—"

Not willing to hear anymore, Jake nodded and left the man hanging.

The NPC shrugged and went about his daily life, amused by the young blood. Meanwhile, Jake quickly spotted the most lucrative clothing store in Promise. Dresses and suits behind the store's front glasses were so dazzling that commoners and poor people were naturally warded off.

Men and women of high standing ambled in and out of the store with such prestige that Jake's entrance gathered everyone's attention.

A player drenched in sweat and blood, wearing battle equipment, undoubtedly stood out. The side glances of affluent NPCs were so piercing that Jake could feel them without his perception skills. The store assistants scowled at Jake but didn't do much to him as he was a player whose balance should be enough to get at least a single piece.

It was also dangerous to bicker with players since they could become nasty and mean due to their endless lives and forms(different characters).

Jake walked over to one of a few store assistants. "I have a pact with a very dangerous existence."

The woman gulped, her face drained of blood.

"I will summon her here, and you will help her pick up clothes. Money plays no role in this agreement. I'll pay for everything, no matter how expensive it is. Just don't make her pick up too many clothes. Tell her that those are my words. Anything else should be done as she wishes.

Lead me to the changing room." Jake spoke as though ordering the woman.

Although she was frightened by what would soon come out in the store, she was also a professional who could smell money and good business. She stood upright, doing her best to control her feelings. She held the hem of her clothes so tightly that it seemed she wanted to tear them apart. All her stress evaporated when Jake summoned Medusa into one of the changing booths.

She was an adorable creature.

Jake quickly brought the curtain together and spoke behind it. "Use this woman as much as you want. I'll wait for you outside."

"Jake, what color?" Medusa asked.

"Uh, the color of clothes? I think black and golden would suit you the best," Jake replied.

"Ok," Medusa nodded.

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Jake left the store and sat down on the ground like a thug.

Ender had been with him while the other two turned into tattoos.

Jake asked him, "Isn't it too early?"

"It is," Ender replied. "I suspect her jealousy played a high role in this. Legendary existences are flexible, like your legendary class and bloodline. I also unlocked memories and knowledge, so I feel stronger and older. You can rely much more on me."

"It'd be difficult without you around," Jake honestly replied.

Ender arched his head back, looking at the skies with pride.

"So jealousy… I don't understand it, but it might be because she has been the only girl on our team so far. She thinks Meredith will always be with us when I meet her in the game, right?" Jake asked.

"Possibly," Ender nodded.

"You got a new skill?" Jake asked, changing the topic.

"Yes, a darkness plague," Ender replied.

"Oh, sounds powerful," Jake smirked.

"It is," Ender's eyes gleamed.

These two killed time by talking about their recent gains. Jake didn't hide his amazement about the wine and its usefulness. He had an inkling suspicion that the wine worked this way because he felt repulsed, turning his blood into a drinkable liquid. Based on his mood and intent, he should be able to produce different kinds of wine. Ender agreed with that and had the same thoughts.

In Jake's team, Ender and Medusa are the most proficient in magic, so Ender's words and knowledge help Jake accept his boons and get new ideas. The Darkness Plague that Ender inherited from his locked memories and bloodline was also a powerful skill. It allowed him to make a real-like clone of himself, which would emerge from his dark nest to confuse his enemies.

There was so much more to those clones than just a mere distraction.

Jake and Ender didn't have time to discuss the skill as Medusa left the store.

Standing up, Jake looked at the store assistant first. He paid for the clothes through the game system before taking Medusa away from the capital's center.

Her appearance already gathered some attention.

She was so adorable that a few thought she was a doll. Her porcelain skin didn't hint at snake scales but was so white and smooth that she appeared too perfect. Her chubby cheeks lit up in cute red patches as Jake held her little hand, guiding her out of the town.

She had snake eyes, but those were so big and golden that they only accentuated her cuteness. Her long, black dress with golden frills suited her so much that it seemed tailored for this little princess. Behind her back, white streaks bounced off her back as she skipped alongside her father, holding his hand tight.

Medusa's appearance was as though she was at least five years old human.

She was also so happy to be with her 'father' that she couldn't take her eyes off him.

One of the players took a photo of them, and it became viral. The player titled it, 'Archer with his daughter! That's why he's not streaming!'

Jake's phone buzzed so much on the same day that he would be shocked later.

A certain someone was too scared to log in and ask him through the voice chat.

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