Why are all your skill bars full of weird moves?

In the height of summer on the continent of Vivana, the sky was cloudless and windless.

The sun beat down on the archery training ground, distorting the outline of the distant target racks.

Nobody wants to stay on the training field at a time like this.

Except for the handsome young man in the very center of the field.

The boy's name was Gauss.

He was currently shirtless with his bronze upper body bare, his black wolf tail draped over the back of his neck, already soaked with sweat.

He held the recurve bow in his left hand and pinched the fletching of the arrow with two fingers of his right hand, then hooked it onto the bowstring.

Then, separate your feet to shoulder width, raise the bow, aim, tense your shoulder and back muscles, and draw the bowstring.

Although the target frame in his field of vision was warped and twisted by the heat, it did not affect Gauss in the slightest.

"Whoosh—"

The arrow tip tore through the resistance, creating a swirling airflow in mid-air.

"Yes."

The moment the arrow hits the bullseye, the shaft shakes, creating layers of afterimages.

Then, information that only he could see popped up in front of Gauss's eyes.

Basic Archery Lv9 (26999/27000)

Just one more time and my archery skill will be maxed out.

Suddenly, a tingling and stinging sensation shot up his back and into the back of his head, and Gauss nearly dropped his short bow.

This is a side effect of drawing the bow 400 times a day for the past three months.

Gauss knew that this otherworldly medieval world was inhabited by professionals with extraordinary powers, as well as ferocious monsters, and no one had the chance to make a mistake.

Mastering basic skills not only provides a guarantee for finding "upgrade materials" to become stronger, but also gives you enough confidence to survive.

"Sasha—"

Luke walked over, his feet sinking into the sand, waving the water pouch in his hand.

He was a trainee who trained for two and a half years, but now he has switched careers and become a lazy coach who just coasts along.

"Gauss, are you at it again?" Luke's tone wasn't particularly friendly. "I really don't understand what you're after."

"Putting aside your three months of practice, just look at this weather—it's hot enough to fry an egg. There's really no need for you to force yourself to practice basic movements under this scorching sun."

Gauss straightened up, grabbed a rough cloth towel draped over the wooden frame, and haphazardly wiped away the sweat that was obscuring his vision.

Turning his head, he saw Luke's contented expression and drew an arrow from his quiver.

"I just want to live."

Luke shook his head helplessly, hung the water pouch back on his belt, reached out and snatched the white-feathered arrow from Gauss's hand, and then took two other arrows from the side.

"You're overcomplicating things and making them too complicated."

Luke took the longbow off his back and, without aiming, nocked three arrows.

call out!

Three arrows flew into the weeds, but didn't even touch the target.

"See that?" Luke turned around, showing no embarrassment at missing the target. "If you're going to practice, practice this kind!"

Gauss paused for a moment as he wiped his sweat, but his voice remained calm.

"This is not practical."

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's imposing!" Luke threw his longbow to the ground, his voice rising. "You need to face reality, Gauss."

"Our profession is that of a wandering swordsman. Do you really think that you can bridge the gap in professional talent by just practicing relentlessly?"

Luke took a few steps, kicking away the pebbles at his feet, his emotions rising higher and higher as he spoke.

"When it comes to resilience, we lack the warrior's talent. When it comes to damage output, we are not as powerful as the lofty mages. We can't even match the utility of a priest who only knows how to pray."

Luke walked back to Gauss's side, patted him on the shoulder, and his tone turned lecturing.

"All we need to do is practice some fancy tricks, shoot a few frisbees, and make the noble gentlemen happy."

"This money is earned without risking blood or life."

"Once I've saved enough money, I can buy a big estate, find a few wives, and raise hundreds of pigs. Wouldn't that be better than being an adventurer risking your life for money?"

Gauss remained silent, letting Luke launch into a long speech, while he walked to the weapon rack, picked up another longbow, checked the tension of the bow limbs, and then drew a finely crafted black-feathered arrow.

Stand still, lower your shoulders, and push the bow.

"Yes."

The arrow struck, and familiar notification text quietly appeared before Gauss's eyes.

[Basic Archery Skills Maxed Out]

It's finally full.

Gauss tilted his head back and exhaled a breath of stale air.

These three months of hard work have finally paid off.

He took a pair of dark purple cloth gloves out of his pocket and put them on.

Move your knuckles back and forth, feeling the tight, enveloping sensation of the rough fabric.

With a slight thought, a transparent data panel was projected in front of me.

Name: Gauss

Rating: 1

Strength: 10+1 (Strength, Weight Capacity, Explosive Power)

Agility: 10+1 (physical flexibility, dynamic coordination, arrow release speed)

Physical fitness: 10-1 (Endurance, physical fitness, physical resistance)

Intelligence: 10 (Memory, Mental Strength, Magic Resistance)

Perception: 10 (Senses, Intuition, Judgment, Mental Resistance)

Charm: 12 (Charisma, Affinity, Appearance, Charm Resistance)

Equipment: Miracle Walker's Boots (Blue), Additional Attribute: Agility +1; Teras's Cloth Gloves (Purple), Additional Attribute: Strength +1

Special Talent: Eye of Destiny.

Combat Skill: Basic Archery MAX.

Job change path (hidden): Night Watcher.

Required materials: ...

The Night Watcher, a profession that doesn't even exist in official records, is Gauss's ultimate goal.

As for the two pieces of equipment that added attributes, Gauss used the cheat code "Eye of Destiny" to snag them at a bargain price of 20 copper coins.

As Luke said, rangers are inherently inferior.

But Gauss never complained throughout the entire process.

Fate was already so different; he didn't seek to resist, but at least he wouldn't bow down.

Given that he came here with the "Eye of Destiny," wouldn't it be a little regrettable if he grew old and mediocre?

"Luke," Gauss hung his longbow back on the rack and turned around. "I'm preparing to leave here for a while."

Luke, who had been talking at length about his dream of owning a manor, opened his mouth slightly and rubbed his rough stubble.

"Are you really planning to take on a life-threatening job?"

"Have you ever considered that if others knew you were a wandering swordsman, would they have higher expectations of you?"

Gauss did not answer, but walked to the wooden table where his personal belongings were placed, picked up the leather water bag, unscrewed it, and took two sips.

Then, he raised the water bag and poured warm water down his neck to simply wash away the sweat.

Gauss wiped his face, shook his wet hair, and began to put on his clothes.

"Don't worry, I've found a team."

Gauss's mission this time is to go to Horn Town to find the fifty-six missing children.

But more importantly, Gauss had inquired and learned that the Underdark might be nearby.

Luke sighed and stepped forward to pat Gauss on the shoulder.

"Go ahead, go and die. When you get bitten to death by a monster, I'll put up a sign for you that says 'The most diligent stupid ranger in the entire continent.'"

Luke pursed his lips, his eye muscles twitched slightly, and his expression was full of helplessness.

He was very reluctant to part with Gauss, after all, after spending three months together, Luke had truly seen the resilience in him.

Luke strongly agrees with the saying, "If you don't have talent, then keep repeating it. When it becomes an instinct, your repetition will be seen as talent by others."

At least Luke once demanded that of himself, but now...

Therefore, in his eyes, Gauss was another version of himself that was unattainable.

"Thanks, friend. I'll treat you to wine when I get back."

Gauss spoke calmly, a smile playing on his lips, picked up his equipment, and turned to leave.

He had only three gold coins left in his pocket, which he had saved up by practicing archery in the morning and working at night.

In preparation for the upcoming battles, Gauss needs to go to the upper town to buy a slightly better recurve shortbow.

This is not only about taking responsibility for oneself, but also about fulfilling the duties of the adventure team.