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

Back in The Oath Kingdom, Jake logged out.

As Ender had suspected, Rabbit could have been spying on them. He also could have planted a skill to keep an eye on them, so Jake planned to overcome this with a simple plan.

He'd log out, then log in earlier than usual and get a private room in one of the restaurants.

He didn't think Rabbit would wait for him at the spot he'd logged out for more than a few hours. In fact, Jake didn't think of logging back so soon, as he had to contact his editor and make a few revisions to his videos.

He was also more active on social media, to say nothing of casually killing time with his girlfriend; these two could talk for hours about their experiences in the game world or even real life.

Jake felt awkward, though.

He needed more topics to talk about. He had already talked about his archery, exercises, streaming, taxes, and other casual stuff going on in his life. He even talked lately about clothes he had bought, which was so unlike him.

If he were to talk with Meredith right now, he would probably barge into Mary's room and bully her just so his girlfriend would have a blast.

The next day, Jake logged in.

Because he didn't want to look around like a weirdo, he quickly went to the closest restaurant and booked a room for himself. His companions emerged from their dwellings within Jake's tattoos, curious about how he would extract the blood.

In fact, Jake didn't have to get blood.

"You can spit or piss," Ender said.

"You're losing your prideful prestige lately," Jake replied.

Ender looked away. "I am not."

Taking a wine bottle, Jake scrubbed off the etiquette and cleansed it with water. The smell remained, but he wasn't worried about it, as he was confident that his wine would overwhelm everything, including the fragrance of the cheaper wine he'd bought in the restaurant.

He put the empty bottle on the table and looked at it.

Odin sat on the pouch with his forelegs joined and his eyes on the bottle.

Wukong held the table with his little hands, staring at it with half his face hidden behind it.

Medusa perked from her nest in Jake's chest pocket, her eyes glued to the bottle.

Ender perched on Jake's shoulder, staring at the bottle.

Everyone was curious about Jake's next move.

Cutting his palm, Jake squeezed the top of the bottle, his blood pouring in.

"Eh, boring," Ender said.

"What did you think I would do?" Jake asked.

"Cut your forearm or tongue," Ender replied.

"You dumb?!" Jake exclaimed.

"I am not," Ender replied.

A few minutes later, the first bottle was ready.

It was the first and the last, as Jake didn't want to prepare more. It felt weird to have someone drink his blood; he would consult Meredith about it later. He was curious what she would say, and there was also something he wanted to tease her about.

Ding!

[You have created your first bottle of wine!]

[Wine Of Repulsion(Legendary)]

"…can you see that?" Jake asked.

The four pets nodded.

There was a legendary drink before them.

It was… like a potion.

Jake took the bottle and examined its stats.

[Wine Of Repulsion(Legendary)—created immorally and with disgust, the wine reflects the feelings of its creator. Despite its production method, the wine is perfectly balanced and perfect for palate. Once drunk, the user can't consume anything else for a day. This effect works on everything and anyone under Lv. 60]

"You're pouring your feelings into something other than archery. It's a progress, isn't it? Meredith will be happy," Ender said.

Jake hadn't replied to him.

The baby eagle looked up at him. Jake stood still, shocked.

Ender laughed, "It's the perfect wine for him! It's exactly as you said! The wine he will never find anywhere else!"

Jake sat down, "…it's not it, Ender."

"What is it?" Ender asked, curious. He wanted to grow up faster, so learning more about the world and his master was the fastest way! It would also help him unlock memories.

Jake replied, "I kinda want to try making more wines…"

"Oh." It dawned on Ender. "A masochism!"

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"I thought you have nothing to do in the real world, Archer!" Rabbit shouted at Jake from afar, making his way to him in rabbit-like hops.

Chapter Find:

Jake chuckled, "Anyone making a living through this game has to log out for paperwork, you know?"

"Oh, right," Rabbit nodded. "Ready to meet Lee?"

"Yep," Jake nodded.

The duo casually ventured to the lawless zone. On their way, Jake played with his pets. Odin and Wukong played tag, Ender prickled Jake's neck, and Medusa slept like usual. It was nice to caress her scales, though.

At last, the duo reached Ava Rice's tavern.

Wine Researched IX had been waiting for them.

"It took you a single day, Archer. I hope you will not disappoint me," he said like a thug. Even his tuxedo could no longer save his aura.

Jake faintly smiled.

He took out a bottle and put it on the desk.

Snatching it like an otherworldly treasure, the Wine Researcher caressed the bottle. "A cheap bottle of a cheap wine…"

Jake gulped down. "It's a content that matters."

Wine Researcher's eyes widened in shock then.

'He must have noticed the wine's description,' Jake thought. "Drink with caution."

Wine Researcher sneered.

He popped open the lid.

The fragrance of the wine nearly made him moan.

He poured it into his glass and lifted it like a treasure. He swayed the liquid around its edges, looking into it as though having a scope in the eye.

He finally took a sip.

"Oh," he moaned. What a… perfect balance! The flavor, the smell, the aftertaste! I dare to say this is the finest I've ever drank! And what's the wine for? It's to celebrate and drink with the food, yet this wine refuses any food and forces me to drink more!

Extraordinary! This is… miraculous wine! Oh my!"

He sounded like an expert straight from the royal circle.

Where was the thug?

Rabbit and Jake stared at the Wine Researched like a pair of idiots.

"I can only stop by going against this wine's purpose!" Wine Researcher shouted, picking up a slice of bread and putting it into his mouth.

He shoved it down his throat.

In the next second, his stomach exploded.

He bled to death.

[You have killed Wine Researcher IX Lv. 57]

[You have leveled up.]

[You have leveled up.]

[You have…]

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