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

"Why? The hired man had the same killing intent and similar motives as the monsters, right?" Richard asked.

Jake didn't answer him.

He could see what the crux of the last lesson was.

Fighting monsters was much different than clashing with one's kin—a human.

Although Jake exchanged words with the intelligent eagle in a human language, it wasn't similar in the slightest to battling one's kind, with whom he had lived for eighteen years in a peaceful and modern world.

The principles from the world in question shaped Jake's mindset and personality.

That said, because he was in the immersive virtual reality game, those principles and troubles mattered the most.

He wasn't clicking a mouse or keyboard or looking at Richard through the screen—Jake stood there in person, viewing the man's feelings with his eyes and even feeling them with his heart.

He breathed, experienced pain, and felt sadness and happiness all the same in the Legend Enigma Online.

Just like climbing The Unconquerable Mountain was impossible for many players because of its natural hurdles and hazards, the same rules applied to killing one's kin.

Empathy was instilled too deep in the hearts of players coming from Earth.

The game system helped players' mentality as much as it could, but there were instances in which it couldn't aid a player at all.

In a nutshell, the novel experience of getting into a fantasy world came with its consequences.

Richard continued, "Behind me is the statue of one of the misfits—Bellamende. Once you kill me, the statue will tailor the best class for you based on your performance in your final battle and the seven-month-long experience on the tutorial island."

He was correct.

In this cavernous space, Jake saw plenty of room for battle and the statue of a woman buried in the ground up to her chest. She was tilted to the side like someone had thrown her in. From the ceiling, an unnatural white light draped her picturesque face.

It was the source of light here, and Jake could see Richard well due to that.

"I hinted to you that most players get classes from other statues on the mainland, didn't I? Those statues belong to The Human Traitors. Do what you want with that information," Richard passed another piece of advice from the bottom of his heart before getting into his battle form.

He took out a bow and arrow from nowhere in less than a second. He drew the bowstring taut even faster, releasing the arrow at Jake.

Before Jake could react, four arrows struck him. It had appeared as though Richard only had one arrow up his sleeve, but he let go of a total of five of them, to which Jake reacted as fast as he could, dodging the last one.

Richard smiled and said much merrily, "The inventory feature of the game system does not only belong to players."

After that, he stuffed the bow in his inventory and pulled out a wooden staff. It was carved from the dark wood, long and curved at the end, seemingly like a weapon of an old mage.

A sphere of fire twirled below the curved end as Richard channeled his mana.

"I teach the newbies one to three common magic skills. This is one of them—fireball," he explained before shooting the magic at Jake. It was much faster than the previous arrows, and Richard didn't even have to point his staff for the fireball to hurl at his opponent.

Jake avoided that and let the magic go past him.

Alas, the fireball mischievously made a U-turn and slammed into Jake's back. His perception failed him in this case solely because he didn't have much contact with fire magic and because his eyes were on Richard.

Jake patted his back to save his armor's durability points.

Meanwhile, Richard switched his weapons. He wielded a dark wooden sword now.

"Swords and Magic seem to be most players' fantasies," he said before rushing at Jake. He wasn't faster than Jake in his black monkey set, but his speed only allowed Jake to release three arrows at him from the Soldier Form.

Richard, however, didn't stop his assault.

By cutting arrows into half with the edge of his sword, he showed Jake the impeccable precision of a swordsman.

Once in his reach, Richard had no hesitation in swinging down his sword at Jake's shoulder. He seamlessly cut through Jake's light armor, drawing a deep gash from which blood leaked out in abundance.

He kicked him away, "One of the mistakes new players wielding a sword make is that they only focus on swordsmanship. A real swordsman uses all he has—his sword, arms, legs, even head!"

Laying on his side, Jake suddenly felt warm, green energy wrapping around him like a ribbon. He checked his status and noticed that a healing skill had touched him.

He lifted his eyes and saw Richard standing with a different wooden staff. It was made of light wood, much shorter like a club, and decorated with a white gem at its tip.

Richard just cast a healing skill on him, yet his expression was not amiable. Instead, he wore a condescending mask, and his expression seemed as though he was looking at a rat.

"You have yet to wound me," Richard said coldly, "Stand up and fight me, Jake."

That cold tone was so unfamiliar, yet so natural.