After Qiukeli was jabbed in the chin by a beginner’s wooden bow for the eighteenth time, he finally accepted his fate: this damn descendant System had turned him into a walking, human artillery platform. Other people had to predict their targets’ movements when shooting arrows; he had to worry about hitting NPCs by mistake. Other people needed teamwork to fight a BOSS; he could draw his bow and send the Demon King, throne and all, flying into a wall.
“I just want to quietly make fireballs!” The faux archer, forced into a new class, wept beneath the Mage Tower. Above his head floated a dazzling golden title: “City-Level Human Weapon.” The Nth time he accidentally pinned the village chief to the church bell tower, he finally received a warning from the System: [Please stop using violence against NPCs.]
But when the mysterious girl Irene revealed the blood-red moonlight, Qiukeli discovered that his 1000% bonus was tied to a wager among the gods. As Lilith’s greatsword and Aljie’s holy shield wove a net around him, he took up the ridiculous arrow that farted rainbows. This time, what he had to pierce was the lie that shrouded the entire world.
