When other people transmigrated, they awakened powers like Dragonblood Sword Saint or Explosive Archmage.
Allen awakened… Archer. A useless class with no future.
That was until he fired a Cupid’s Arrow.
It struck the enemy Sword Saint dead-on. The Sword Saint dropped his sword, knelt on one knee, and passionately confessed his love to the Orc Warlord across from him.
The battlefield fell silent for ten seconds.
Allen lowered his head and wrote in his notebook: [Formula #13: Heart of Allure + Arrow = Cupid’s Arrow. Effect: Forces the target to confess their love. Note: Don’t fire this carelessly. It could get someone killed.]
As time went on, his notebook grew thicker.
Slime Core + Arrow = Sticky Arrow (Don’t use it on anyone wearing a skirt)
Disintegration Arrow (A Dark Elf assassin chased him for three whole blocks)
Echoing Arrow: He fired it at himself, but the arrow turned toward the royal city. There, he would find his childhood sweetheart, who had been taken from him, and a golden chain stretching from heaven to earth.
“I don’t need to touch your god. I only need to touch the line between you and them.”
That day, the holy light shattered.
That day, everyone remembered one class: Archer.
(Also known as: My Arrows Are a Little Unconventional, An Archer’s First Note: Don’t Use It on Anyone Wearing a Skirt, The Matchmaker)
What you wrote is really good. Big brother, please help me. If I faint after donating blood, my health will be permanently reduced. I can synthesize it in one breath.