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

It was late evening.

The award ceremony participants were returning to the hotel. The party went without much difficulty, and everyone enjoyed it.

Since it was a paid trip and everything in the hotel was at the game's expense, the participants bought lots of drinks and food to continue the fun. The music prevailed on many floors.

It was loud, but no one really cared.

Only those who wanted to sleep were bothered by it, but those who were in the minority.

In one of the rooms, where darkness mirrored the room's mood, a man with black hair and green eyes sat on his bed. He stared at the capital, its lights bustling with life not entering his eyes.

Hunched, he remained still, recalling today's events. Many small things that warmed his heart happened today, yet an image of a sad and confused Meredith weighed more than all those combined.

He thought about it countless times.

He thought what he could have done better.

He thought about tomorrow.

And he even talked about it with his close friend.

But Jake still didn't know how he should proceed. What would be the best move?

A strong knock on the door prompted him to look over the shoulder. Because the door was unlocked, he didn't bother saying anything. He knew that someone would step in if the matter were important.

After a few more knocks, the door opened, ushering in a young man inside.

It was Justin, known as Last Coin.

Though both of them were of the same age, Jake looked older. Justin still had a lot of baby fat on his face, and his usual timid disposition often made him smaller than the people around him.

He cast his black eyes on Jake and called him out. "Can we talk?"

Jake didn't reply.
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He wasn't in the mood for a conversation. In fact, he didn't welcome Justin here at all. He wanted to be alone but didn't lock his doors for a reason. And it was for others to butt into his life and force him to spill the beans.

Damien did that.

Alas, Justin wasn't here to share Jake's burden.

He came here to talk about their prize.

The game masters told Casual Clowns to choose the continent they wanted to connect with theirs by tomorrow, so Justin and others didn't have enough time to contemplate it.

It wasn't a problem until now, either.

It didn't matter what continent they would choose as money would flow in.

Things changed, however.

"I want to connect our continent with South America," Justin said, sounding genuine. It took him much courage to speak about it because it was a matter between him, his friends, and the woman he'd started dating today.

Jake didn't react to that. He closed his eyes.

Justin continued. "I have fallen in love with Daniela, The First Witch. We started dating and… I really want to be with her for as long as I can. She's really nice, you know? We share so much in common! Her witchcraft sounds so fun, and I can learn much from her!

Alchemy never sounded so fun! Your sister also met her today and said she would be able to join their esports team once she crosses the continents! And… yeah… she's really beautiful, too… I—"

"Shut up," Jake interjected.

Goosebumps went through Justin. It wasn't because of Jake's cold words but because of the reflection of his face in the window.

It frightened him.

Jake's eyes didn't even look like human's. Madness, fury, or obsession, whatever it was, spun Jake's eyes, causing them to look like the eyes of the abyss. Combined with Jake's wide smile, which Justin could always rely on to boost his morale, Jake's countenance reached a new height.

Justin stood still, frozen. What did he expect to happen? He knew Jake was in a bad mood, but the time was against them, so he came here for a talk.

But what did he expect from Jake?

Justin could no longer remember.

Jake rose to his two feet. He walked along the bed before facing Justin across the room.

A short staring contest broke when Jake stepped forward. He walked over to Justin, put his chin on his shoulder, and leaned on him.

"You… my sister… also want to get in my way?" Jake asked in a cold whisper.

'I… don't… want… to,' Justin thought as he could not part his lips. The mood was too much for him to handle.

Jake asked in the same tone, "Have I ever told you how I developed Joker Form? It was my desire to fight others in a melee range, to fight those monsters and players head-to-head. I imagined the whistles of my arrows coming from different angles as the chuckle of a Joker and myself going around them with a grin plastered to my face. But there's more to it, isn't it?

I named my natural, irresistible desire as a Joker, but there's so much more to it.

"I really want to have so many cards. I really do… so I must be more selfish than ever, right? More selfish than you, Justin. Coming here to yap about your happy date and beautiful girlfriend and ask about connecting our server with hers, all while I'm in a crap mood. You couldn't wait for tomorrow, could you? Ah, yeah, you were worried that I'd be with Meredith, no?

So you know what I started to treasure from the bottom of my heart, yet you came here with your selfish request. You're really such a nice friend, Justin."

Hitting Justin in the stomach, Jake took him down onto the floor.

Justin caught his stomach, his face contorted. He stared at the floor, thinking about his purpose of coming here. He couldn't come up with anything other than his desire to be with his girlfriend.

He was muddled, just like Jake.

But as Justin raised his face, his words again clogged his throat.

Jake stood over him with much more confidence and belief in himself.

They were friends, but Justin respected Jake and often looked up to him. He had that charisma and believed in himself so much that Justin took a few pages from Jake's book and developed himself into a better human and player.

That said, the man standing over him was unlike all that Justin saw in Jake.

"Without beating about the bush… you thought that I would go for a compromise or something? That I would request a fair match between us to decide which server we connect to?" Jake asked.

It was what Damien even believed in.

And perhaps that would have happened had Jake's date gone well. Probably, if Justin had been more concerned about Jake's feelings, these two would have come to this answer.

Justin didn't know what to say.

He understood that he couldn't stay mute all the time, though.

"Yeah! A fair match between us to decide the prize! That's how it should be! I will win for Daniela! You scared? You lost to me, after all!" Justin spat all those words without knowing how.

He stood up and faced Jake like he should.

Jake sneered. "Damien's my good friend. With his help, I can get the most votes. How about you use your brain cells more, or is your head full of that witch?"

Justin bit his lips. He shouted, "Says someone who vents out on his friend after failing his date!"

Jake widened his eyes.

Not knowing when and how, he clutched Justin's collar. Nonetheless, his friend was more courageous than ever before, fighting back.

It was however a one-sided struggle, as Jake was much stronger in real life.

These two fell, with Jake being atop Justin.

Jake rained punches upon Justin's face.

That was when Damien, Arthur, and Shaw barged into the room.

Shaw shouted, "I told you they are fighting!"

Damien clicked his tongue and ran over to Jake's side. He drew him away from Justin.

Arthur knelt beside Justin, checking on his wounds. Jake didn't hold back as he pummeled Justin's face, but those wounds were anything serious. His eye probably would swell so much soon that he would become a one-eyed man for a week or more… other than that, he had a few bruises.

Jake was held back by Damien.

He shouted at Justin, "Let's settle this in the game! If that's what you want! You think I'm scared of you? I've been thinking about rematch for some time now! I'll show you what I'm capable of now! I've never felt better than this!"

Justin wiped off the blood on his lips.

He replied, "Yeah… that's how it should be done."

He stood up, refusing Arthur's help.

With his head low, he left the room.

Arthur exchanged a glance with Damien before chasing after him.

Jake extricated himself from Damien's clutch and looked at him. "I will win."

Damien smirked. "I know."