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

Damien didn't get a chance to bring the boys to the hotel's swimming pool.

If he had only said he wanted everyone to relax in the water, his girlfriend would have given him the go-ahead. Alas, he weaved his words so that it was clear he would ogle women and their valors.

Liza pulled his ear and told him not to leave her side.

It was kinda odd to see her acting so adorable.

She looked much more docile with black hair and covered tattoos. Jake wouldn't have believed she was the same person had it not been for Damien's intimate actions with her.

Last Coin, aka Justin, looked similar to his game character.

He didn't do much cosmetics, and in this aspect, he could be said to be like Jake.

He exchanged a few words with Jake.

Shaw was different as he turned himself into a mantis in the game world. His girlfriend was also here, so Jake could see how different they looked.

They were like an adorable couple, and no one would suspect either of them of being quite bold. Their eyes were black, and their hair was brown, with Anna's a lighter shade.

At the very least, no one would believe Shaw and Anna's nicknames were I Come in Peace and Peace.

Sin dyed her hair and stood out like Prince. Her looks were as gorgeous as always.

Aware of Arthur's feelings, Jake could notice him looking at her much more.

Damien's eyes often wandered to the blond-haired friend as well. He was like a bodyguard.

"My brothers!" Damien shouted, "Now that all of us are here, we should at least assert dominance! Let's take over the hotel's gym and blow away other participants. My dangerous flower, I'll leave you for a while."

Arthur chuckled, "You forgot that Jake is hiding his identity? Didn't you say that you like this art?"

Damien clicked his tongue, "You three! Follow me! My dark horse, you have fun on your own! You can take one of my black cards if you want."

"Seriously?" Jake asked.

"Ye," Damien replied.

"Should I call you Mr. Damien from now on?" Jake joked.

"I'm much more rich than him!" Damien hollered. He passed a pin to Jake and left him with the women. Justin didn't want to go to the gym, and Sin had noticed that, so she yanked him from Damien's grasp and told him he would play console games with her.

Liza didn't want to go alone, lest she would make trouble.

She said she'd spend time with Sin, Anna, and Last Coin.

Damien burst out laughing as though he'd noticed something amusing. "Alrighty! Go easy on my dear sister, Golden Coin!"

He strongly patted Arthur's back before he, Shaw, and Arthur left to contest with other male and female participants in the gym.

Jake chuckled, "You're lucky."

Justin sighed with relief, "Yeah… thank you, Rebecca."

"No problem. I can tell you're weaker than them," Sin genuinely said.

Justin looked down. It wasn't a shame not to train like others, but it still hurt him.

Jake smiled. "How about others?"

"Their builds through clothes look solid," Sin nodded.

Anna smirked.

She didn't know why Jake was smiling so much, but she ignored that.

Men were weird, after all.

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Jake left the hotel alone.

He didn't look like one of the participants. It meant that no one approached or bothered him. He was free to leave and go past the familiar faces he'd been studying to fight with.

He wanted to check the location of the concerts so as not to miss any of them. To get to the locations, he'd have to go through a famous historical square, so Jake decided to sightsee more of Poland's capital.

There was a problem, however.

'It looks like I'm stalking her!' Jake thought.

He left the hotel after a blonde-haired woman. Their destination must be the same or similar, as Jake had been following her wake until now.

It'd never bothered him this much, but Jake had grown conscious of others and their feelings much more than a year ago.

The woman before him had a very long hair. It was tied into a ponytail, yet her golden streaks still draped her back. She even had a braid crown and lots of hairpins.

It must have taken her a lot of time to get it done.

She wore a black blouse and long jeans.

A huge, seemingly heavy bag was slung on her shoulder and rested near her waist. Continue the journey on m|vl-em,py-r

A few stares from bystanders went her way, but no one was bold enough to approach her. Jake didn't know what was the reason.

When he stood beside her on the crosswalk, he could see that the woman exuded so much confidence that she appeared aloof, intense, and unapproachable.

Her hazel eyes seemed to have been drunk with power.

Jake coughed, "Excuse me. Do you speak English?"

"I do," she replied.

"Lovely," Jake said. "Are you heading to the historical square?"

"Yes."

"Me too. I'm interested in this country's history as my ancestors were Polish. It's my first time in Poland," Jake smiled as he started the conversation with the unknown woman.

He didn't want to look like a stalker.

"Poland's history is pretty sorrowful," the woman said as she walked onto the crosswalk, "Sliced like a cake by other countries and gone for one hundred and twenty-three years from the map, Poland suffered a lot, and so did Polish people. I want to see a monument representing their resilience and will to remain Polish."

'She has a British accent,' Jake thought.

Meanwhile, the woman continued the talk as she became engrossed in history. Perhaps she was reminding herself of what she had learned from history books before stepping into the historic square, but Jake found it pleasant.

He knew how important it was to listen to others, but he had somehow fallen into her trap without noticing it.

At last, these two were before the Warsaw Uprising Monument.