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

Although Ender had once mentioned Odin's true name, Jake hadn't heard him in the fervor of the battle.

Moreover, Odin was the target of those words, including his name. He didn't want to remember that, as he treasured the name his friend and master had given him.

It was quite a complicated situation in which these two had found themselves.

Of course, Odin hadn't thought this far.

In his tattoo form, he could see that everyone reacted to his new skill. Everyone's eyes were on him and his power! He had the power of the oldest brother, who would protect everyone.

He would get the deserved respect from them!

Jake also could sense that Odin wanted to display his might.

He smiled and nodded.

'The greatest damage means Soldier Form is also perfect for you,' Jake thought as he fixed his body in his most familiar form, drawing the highest anchor point.

Because of the excitement coursing through him, he barely kept an eye on his stats. His replacement bow trembled, and a few cracks spread like snakes. He was moments from getting his bow broken.

That was when Jake let the arrow fly.

BOOM!

The thunderous wolf's howl resounded from the bow, shattering the weapon after releasing the arrow! Shattered pieces of the broken equipment collapsed at Jake's feet.

His eyes, however, were plastered to the arrow that left silver-white streaks in its wake.

Once it connected with the effigy, the second thunder echoed across Viktor's workplace. The effigy's hide splintered into little pieces that zoomed away from it, leaving a gaping hole. The arrow was also gone.

Odin conjured himself into his true form and howled, his head arched back.

He was so proud of himself!

His howl lasted a whole minute!

"SHUT UP!" Viktor shouted at him.

Odin didn't care about him, though.

He turned around and gazed into Ender's eyes.

Both their skills caused arrows to be gone. Though differences were clear between their purposes, it was clear that there was a competition between them, and none would concede.

Ender quickly succumbed to his Pathetique expression upon receiving Odin's gaze.

The puppy tilted his head like a boss, glaring back.

"It's… quite an amusing contest," Jake commented after seeing these two's expressions. He walked to the effigy and checked the hole.

It was pretty deep, at least fifty centimeters deep and around thirty centimeters wide. No one would think this was caused by an arrow enchanted by skill. In fact, anyone would question Jake and tell him which mage had done it.

He smirked.

"Odin," Jake said.

Odin's eyes switched to Jake's face.

"Well done," Jake smiled.

Odin howled again!

"GIVE HIM A SNACK OR SOMETHING!" Viktor howled from his workplace.

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An hour later, Odin and Wukong were back to their games.

They ran around the cut trees, climbed on them, or tucked themselves beneath them in search of adventures. It was so adorable that Jake probably could pick up girls with their help.

Ender and Medusa were on him. However, they were not interested in sunbathing or any activities.

Jake was immersed in his Fletcher lessons, not paying anyone attention.

Viktor had told him what to do and even passed a few skills. Jake was told to inspect every piece that made an arrow in thorough detail, so his task was boring.

"Arrow fletchings are strung with feather's tendons… that explains a lot," Jake whispered to himself while scrutinizing a feather on the workbench.

He spent much time going from feathers to arrow spine, studying in circles and repetitively. His game system absorbed his knowledge and provided much help.

He executed his breathing meditation while repeating what he had learned in his mind, not wasting any second of his studies.

It was a noteworthy attitude, only if one ignored that Jake hadn't done any of his homework as of late.

"You mentioned that you want to learn an artisan subclass," Viktor's words woke up Jake from his studies.

He nodded at him, "Yes."

"Before we get to some metalwork, you'd better lick a little of an artisan experience. You want to try your luck or invest in yourself?" Viktor bluntly asked.

Jake asked what he meant by that.

Viktor explained, "Investing in yourself means getting a safe spot outside the capital to study your artisan subclass at the mountain's feet. It's because of the influx of players.

Last Night's facilities could only store so many people, so the royal family thought of a new business, which was to rent portable crafting stuff to players and lend them a small piece of the guarded land to practice without any dangers. Only players with achievements and connections use facilities in the capital.

There are various masters and apprentices to learn from, so there shouldn't be any issues for you to get a subclass.

"By luck, I mean I can recommend you to an old man I learned from. He's retired and spends his days drinking in a tavern. It'd be best if you were to learn stuff from him. It'd help me to translate my fletching knowledge to you more easily. But I don't think you can get him to teach you." Viktor mentioned that Jake's chances were extremely low.

That was, however, what convinced him.

"I want to try my luck," he said with a wide smile.

Viktor casually nodded, "Go to the Falcon Tavern on the outskirts of the Last Night and find a silver-haired man with a red nose called Aaron. He usually drinks his favorite green whiskey."

Jake nodded.

He called off his summons and went to wash himself. In this immersive game world, players can smell various fragrances, including sweat.

Moving around with sweaty bodies was also uncomfortable, so they usually spent at least ten minutes under showers or by lakes or rivers.

At last, Jake left the shower fresh, ready to make a new connection.

Viktor had passed him a recommendation letter.

"I'm off! See ya soon!" Jake called to Viktor.

"Take your time," Viktor snidely replied without realizing he had become close to Jake.

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