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[Na: Soren Kingswell]
[Class: Archer (A):- Tempest Strider]
[Level: 31 (6240/7600)]
[Hunter Rank: A]
[Title: Lone Marksman, Falcon Slayer, Novice Conquerer]
- Attributes -
> Strength: 64
> Agility/Dexterity: 136
> Intelligence/ntal Power: 81
> Endurance: 63
> Charm: 76
> Mana: 10/85
> Luck: 18
> Free Stat Points: 0
- Invariable Stat -
> GAP: 1
> CRITICAL HIT: 1
- Skills -
> Passive: Keen Sight [A], Windwalker (A), Eagle Reflex (A)
> Active: Artemis Grace [S], Arcane Volley [A], Aether Shot (S-rank), Cyclone Strike [A], Tempest Arrow [A]
-Unique Skill-
> Core Infusion
-Active Quest-
> None!
-Status-
> Side Character
[Harem Points: 60/100]
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When Soren accepted the class ascension reward inside the unique dungeon, Fallen Kings’ Cellar, his Archery class rose by one rank, from B to A.
To be honest, he was a bit disappointed that the "Voice of the World" didn’t count his temporarily elevated A-rank state, achieved through the GAP stat, and directly promoted him into an S-rank hunter.
But he then suddenly realized that it was probably for the best.
After all, as soone who had played this ga before, Soren knew that being an anomaly was never a good thing in this world, especially when he was still so weak.
Since the "Voice of the World" continued to treat him as a B-rank archer despite his temporary A-rank elevation, it ant his artificial boost hadn’t overwritten his innate data at all.
The system of this world had simply evaluated his true foundation and ignored the rest.
And that was reassuring.
It suggested that the Voice of the World did not constantly scrutinize every fluctuation in power. It rely recorded what was fundantally his and adjusted accordingly.
Which also ant his cheat remained hidden for now.
If it had recognized his forced elevation and recalculated him beyond his natural limit, that might have drawn the attention of sothing far more dangerous: the will of this world itself.
And Soren had no intention of stepping into the sight of this world’s "Gaia" so early.
Anyway, he was still happy that he gained a few attribute points as a reward for ascension, along with several new skills.
Not to ntion, Soren never expected that even his existing skills would evolve at the sa ti. And the na he received for his class...
...Tempest Strider.
To be honest, he was shocked.
After all, in this world, not everyone possessed a nad class.
Otherwise, people wouldn’t simply refer to soone as an S-rank archer, S-rank healer, or S-rank mage.
A true class na was only granted after reaching a certain level and conquering specific high-grade dungeons.
For example, despite being an S-rank elental mage since childhood, Aurelia’s mother was only called an Archmage after crossing level 500.
Soren had a faint suspicion that the overwhelming strength of his class, despite rising only one rank, was connected to this.
His GAP stat had indeed pushed his skills up by one rank.
But that higher-rank version was sothing hunters usually obtained only at the peak of their growth, when they could finally unleash the true strength of their class.
It ant if skills had levels...
...his were already at 999.
No wonder his mana consumption felt horribly inefficient.
No wonder Helios Piercer was so devastating that it nearly shattered his C-rank bow.
"Damn, my mana is totally drained."
Soren cursed under his breath as he hastily gulped down a mana potion, feeling the cool energy spread through his veins.
Then he rapidly dropped down from the sky, landing beside Aria’s massive stone golem.
"Soren, are you alright?"
The mont he landed, Sylvia rushed over and cast a buff skill that could restore stamina on him, her eyes filled with surprise and curiosity.
She had never imagined that Soren possessed such a powerful skill.
’Isn’t he just a B-rank archer?’
In fact, not only Sylvia, but Aria, Aurelia, and Evan were all thinking the sa thing.
That arrow earlier, resembling a rising sun, was far too overwhelming.
It was so powerful that they still found it hard to believe Soren was the one who fired it.
"I’m fine. Just a bit low on mana," Soren replied quickly. The battlefield was still chaotic, and he didn’t have ti to explain.
Although he had already wiped out nearly one-third of the monster army alone and even pushed himself beyond level 30, many enemies remained.
With his evolved Keen Sight skill, he could see Aurelia relentlessly bombarding the orcs with AOE fire spells, while Evan fought the Graythorn Heavy Warrior head-on.
Even so, clearing everything would still take ti; ti he didn’t have.
And if these scattered monsters were left alive, they might strike from behind when he later moved to kill the dungeon boss.
But since his teammates didn’t possess sothing like the Wyvern’s Wing Sigil, they couldn’t reach every corner of the battlefield to eliminate the monsters efficiently.
"Aria, the area’s nearly clear. Recall your summons and move toward !"
Hence, to finish the battle in the shortest possible ti, he had settled on a simple strategy.
He would beco their transportation.
A moving platform that carried the fight forward. Flying was simply faster than walking.
"Okay!"
Aria imdiately followed his order, swiftly returning toward him before dismissing her summons.
As a summoner, she didn’t need to keep her creatures deployed at all tis.
She only needed to manage the cooldowns, and even that was significantly reduced by the ring Soren had asked Isolde to forge for her.
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[Artifact: Spirit Tuning Ring]
[Rank: D]
[Type: Ring (Summoner Only)]
[Effect: Reduces summoning skill cooldown by 15%.]
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It was a very simple artifact, but it was perfect for her.
"Let’s go then. We have to hurry before the dungeon boss realizes what happened here."
The mont Aria ca closer, Soren spoke solemnly, his arm naturally circling around her slender waist.
"Eek..."
And it wasn’t only her, but Sylvia also found herself pulled against Soren’s chest.
"S-Soren?"
For a mont, both of them were confused and flushed until they saw the beautiful wings suddenly sprouting from his back.
*Swoosh!*
Then, with a strong gust of wind, Soren flapped his wings, lifting both Aria and Sylvia away from the battlefield.
"Hold tight!"
His voice brought them back to their senses as, in an instant, they appeared in a different corner of the battlefield near Evan.
Now, all the goblins were already dead, but the orcs were still a few remaining.
*Roar!*
Although Evan was fighting the remaining Graythorn Heavy Warrior head-on, he would eventually get tired if he kept handling everything alone.
And the sa was true for Soren. Potion recovery had its limits, and they were running out of ti.
"Aria, use your summons and hold this position. I’ll bring Aurelia over."
After giving the order, Soren shalessly patted both Sylvia’s and Aria’s butts right in front of them before leaving them stunned in a safe position.
Well, while he did say he would be transportation, he didn’t say he wouldn’t take fares from them, did he?
"H-Hey..."
Before Sylvia and Aria could react to what he just did, Soren was already flying toward another corner of the battlefield.
For a mont, both girls felt awkward, especially Sylvia, who saw Soren pat Aria’s butt just now.
’That bastard!’
Sylvia’s eyes went wide.
Not only did he play with her, but even Aria...
"A-Aria, don’t take it to heart. H-He might have slipped just now."
But she didn’t know why; instead of getting angry at Soren, she quickly tried to console Aria, whose ears were red to the tip.
She thought Aria might be extrely angry right now, completely unaware that Aria was thinking sothing else.
’He is really bold. He didn’t even try to hide it from Sylvia.’
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