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

It was difficult to tell whether it was a man because his head was encased in a black helmet with a black, lean feather extending behind him from atop.

The player's height suggested he was a man. At a rough guess, Jake assumed that this black armored player was higher than him, so either he was a tall woman beyond average or just a man.

His black armor, however, was of a different quality than what Jake had seen until now.

The design was as intricate as Jake's The Headless Hunter. The steel's quality was so high that no light glanced off the man's armor. It was as though the sheer metal was enough to absorb anything, including darkness.

The presence outshining anyone completed the picture of a high-quality armor—it was undoubtedly an expensive set.

Beside the black armored player stood a woman.

She was a head short of her companion. Her outfit also differed significantly from her teammate, but only because of their class differences. Other than that, she also doubtlessly wore an expensive set.

It was pleasant to an eye and wouldn't make any female—unless jealous—raise concerns about it.

A short, black mantle draped her back and covered her little shoulders and chest. Her upper body was cocooned in white leather armor, while her lower body sported arresting tight black pants and over-knee heels. On her hip rested a long and thin sword sheathed in a sheath.

Her light blue eyes contrasted with her dark blue hair framing her little head.

Although she wore an indifferent countenance, she was definitely the main attractive part of this duo.

The black armored player spoke, his voice betraying his gender.

He was a man.

He said, "That was cold! Looking at you, I have the feeling that you're the black horse of this game! Like someone I was meant to meet here after all the predicament we've gone through! Archer, right? Want to spread your fame more? Join us!"

Jake stared at the man's visor coolly.

He smiled faintly, "I just want to mine in the dungeon, though."

The black knight squeezed his arm and whistled, "Ah, man! You can't get any better! That's even colder! You just want to mine, yet those greedy players go at like corpse flies to carcasses! Ah, my artistic senses are tingling!" He whistled a few more times before extending his hand forward in an invitation gesture, "Fine, my black horse!

I'll be your shield and my dear sister will be your sword while you mine! No strand will fall off your head!"

Jake thought, 'This guy's voice sounds as mellifluous as Maria's despite the crap he's spitting. And he speaks about some artistic senses? No way I've met another singer in the game world. I should ignore this assumption. His armor is great, and I bet he also has a high-quality sword and shield. I shouldn't waste this occasion to make a connection with a whale.'

Having rich friends was fun.

Jake didn't really have anyone like that, but he could imagine how fun it could be.

Rich people were rich for a reason, at least most.

This man could be lucky enough to find secret rooms in the dungeon or anything rare.

Jake pondered about his next choice.

He smiled and asked, "Well, I think having you two around me would attract your problems to me, so I think you should be a little more honest with me if you really want me on your team. What's the predicament you've talked about?"

The black knight sighed aloud, "We just want to clear our first dungeon, but everyone keeps getting in our way. They want to strip us naked from our equipment! I know a human's greed has no bounds, but that goes off the charts! Do you have a sister, my black horse? Surely, you would never allow any scoundrels to see her naked! Sisters must be protected at any cost!

They're too precious!"

"I think I'd puke first if I were to see her naked," Jake instantly replied, his voice emotionless.

For some reason, the black knight's sister walked away from him. She approached Jake and took his side.

She said, "You're a better brother."

"T-This is an emotional damage!" The black knight threw an imaginative slip onto the ground before closing distance with Jake and taking his other side.

Jake was now flanked by the bizarre siblings.

The black knight introduced himself, "I'm Prince. Since you've stolen my sister away from me, you must take responsibility."

"Excuse me?" Jake threw a sharp glare into the crack in the man's visor. It was such a high-quality item that Jake couldn't see the man's face or even his eyes.

The aloof sister was mimicking his countenance. She was also pissed at her brother.

"I'll still call you the black horse 'cause that suits you so well. Now, what kind of accessory item do you lack?" Prince asked in a merry voice. It was easy to imagine his smiling behind his helmet.

Jake ignored that question and bluntly replied, "So your predicament is that everyone wants to steal your equipment, and you die? You want to head into the dungeon and clear it, so you need my help to kill other players and the epic boss?"

"Yes," Prince nodded.

Jake shook his head, "I'll spend a lot of time mining."

"As I said, I'm fine with that. I'll mine with you and pass you the loot," Prince smiled. "It's a good deal. Four hands are better than two, my black horse! Now, tell me what kind of an accessory item you lack!"

While Jake had heard about players learning about mining so as not to miss any precious ore in dungeons or on their adventures, he hadn't expected someone to be willing to mine in the first dungeon and even before fighting the boss.

Every ore would also fall into his hands!

Since Jake didn't have any secret technique or method to mine and would rely on his subclass and a title, he could take Prince up on his offer without any losses!