The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 12

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Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Pale Note.
The reason I drew this weapon was simple.
[ The Bow That Never Misses, Pale Note ]
( Untradeable )
Type: Bow
Grade: Unique
Requirement: Level 250 or higher, Bow Mastery Lv 30 or higher
Description: The bow of absolute precision once wielded by Tristan, a knight of the Round Table renowned as a master archer—a bow that never misses its mark.
The power of Pale Note.
While the game’s mechanics prevented it from being literally infallible, Pale Note possessed the highest accuracy modifier among all bows, which was precisely why I had chosen it.
However, there was a problem.
‘The usage time.’
A level requirement of 250 wasn’t particularly restrictive among my equipment, but—
my current level was merely 10.
Unlike Astrape, it wouldn’t deactivate after a single use, but I’d likely only manage a few seconds of shooting at best.
With that in mind, I drew the bowstring the moment I grasped Pale Note.
Creak—
Indeed, Pale Note.
Using a weapon far beyond my level, even drawing the bowstring required considerable effort.
Yet for reasons unknown, all my items stored in Luke’s subspace could be used regardless of restrictions.
The taut bowstring eventually yielded to my grip, and the instant I released it—
Whoosh!
The arrow flew.
True to its nature as a level 250 bow, the arrow streaked forward at tremendous speed.
Thunk!
It struck the first target that Hawk was holding with perfect precision.
Hawk, startled, dropped the target and fled.
But I had no time to confirm this—I was already nocking the next arrow.
I had to finish my assault before Pale Note disappeared.
Whoosh!
The second.
The third arrow followed in quick succession.
Though I’d only aimed casually, thanks to Pale Note’s inherent accuracy modifier, every arrow I fired struck its target with flawless precision.
In an instant, the fourth target—the 400-meter target—shattered.
Now only one target remained.
The 500-meter target alone.
‘This is cutting it close.’
While Pale Note’s power was formidable, my level was far too low to fully unleash its true potential.
At this distance, hitting a target 500 meters away would be slightly beyond my current capabilities.
With that in mind, I unhesitatingly drew forth a new item.
“Luke, Brahmasthra.”
– Understood.
The item that emerged alongside the black flame was none other than an arrow.
I nocked the freshly drawn arrow onto the bowstring of the Pale Note, which was already beginning to lose its power.
Brahmasthra.
This arrow’s true identity was—
[ Arrow of Rama, Brahmasthra ]
( Non-tradeable )
Form : Arrow
Grade : Mythic
Restriction : Level 1,000 or higher, Bow Mastery Lv 100
Description : An astra crafted by borrowing the power of Brahma, the Creator God. An arrow of such devastating might that it can even devour other astras.
Like Astrapha, it was a mythic-grade ultimate arrow.
Powerful beyond measure, and infused with the Creator God’s essence, this arrow possessed the nature of a homing projectile.
That arrow—
Whoosh!
—soared into the sky.
* * *
The moment the examinee began the test.
The Advancement Instructors around them turned to address the Archer Instructor.
“Even so, isn’t that far too difficult?”
“I recall that when the Celestial Archer was tested, 300 meters was the final target.”
That was only natural.
It was well-known that when a promising examinee appeared, she would have them hit targets in the sky, but 300 meters was the absolute limit.
Even then, she had only set it as the final target—no adventurer had actually succeeded in hitting it.
But now, a 500-meter target?
Wasn’t this beyond difficult—wasn’t it simply impossible?
To this, she replied with an expression still as cold as ever.
“To become an All Master, one must accomplish at least that much.”
“Hmm, even so…”
“And if they feel shortcomings here and wish to learn archery further, they might walk the path of the Celestial Archer.”
“Gah! So that was your intention! Absolutely not! That cannot be allowed!”
In truth, she did not expect the examinee to hit the 500-meter target.
Her purpose was to make them abandon the unrealistic All Master advancement, and instead deepen their interest in the limits of archery.
And yet—
Thud!
“Huh?”
“Did that… just hit?”
The candidate hit the first target.
Well, I could accept that much.
There had been a few skilled candidates who managed to hit a 100-meter target before.
But then, immediately after.
Thunk!
“Oh my.”
“Good heavens.”
An arrow embedded itself in the second target.
And it struck dead center.
Even so, I could still accept this much.
There had been one candidate—just one—who managed to hit a 200-meter target before.
A candidate with the qualifications of an Oil Master should certainly be capable of hitting a 200-meter target.
The problem came next.
Thunk!
“Oh my!”
“Surely they didn’t actually hit that one too.”
“Heh heh, I can barely even see it from here.”
The candidate hit the third target.
Thunk!
Then the fourth target fell.
A full 400 meters away.
Even the Archer Instructor herself would struggle to hit a target at that distance without the aid of skills, yet the candidate pierced it in a single shot.
The candidate did not stop there and began drawing the bowstring again.
“What in the world is that arrow!”
“I can feel an incredible power emanating from it.”
“Where did something like that even come from?”
The instructors marveled at the candidate’s bow and arrows.
At a glance, the equipment appeared far from ordinary.
Yet none of them thought to criticize the candidate for passing the test through superior gear.
After all, acquiring good equipment was itself a measure of the candidate’s ability, as was wielding it skillfully.
Therefore, none of them harbored any thought of disqualifying someone for using a superior weapon.
And then.
An unexpected turn of events occurred.
“Kyeeeee-!”
Far in the distance.
Hawk, who had been holding the 500-meter target, suddenly panicked and began to flee.
True to his keen senses, Hawk had felt the overwhelming aura emanating from the candidate’s arrow.
“This is a problem…!”
The distance to the target grew even greater.
Moreover, since the target was now moving, hitting it would become far more difficult.
I had been secretly hoping that perhaps the examinee who had hit the 400-meter target might also strike the 500-meter one.
But this made hitting the target impossible.
Moreover, the startled Hawk had flown far away and even missed the target.
Right at that moment.
Twang—!!
The examinee released the bowstring.
The arrow soared upward.
The force was so tremendous that the arrow flew in a perfectly straight line as if it would pierce through the very air itself, moving at such blinding speed that its trajectory was invisible—only a long arc remained in its wake.
And at the end of that arc.
Thud!
There was the target that Hawk had dropped.
The moment the arrow embedded itself in the dead center of that target.
Boom—!!
The target erupted in a massive explosion in mid-air.
The examinee had truly struck the 500-meter target.
No—considering that Hawk had fled in the opposite direction, the actual distance must have been even greater.
And wasn’t that target one that Hawk had been struggling to hold before dropping it?
It was common knowledge that hitting a moving target was far more difficult.
The moment the examinee hit that final target.
“He’s absolutely mine.”
The Archer Instructor at the Advancement Office.
She gripped her bow tightly, resolving that she would have Mir no matter what.
* * *
The second test for advancing to All Master was.
“Heh heh, now it’s my turn.”
The Sage Instructor’s test.
The Sage advancement test was conducted uniquely in the Tower Underground, and I understood the reason well.
‘Mana density.’
Like air and water, mana also possesses density.
And the best way to maintain this density is by utilizing underground spaces.
Since mana density grows denser as it descends, properly constructing walls underground allows the accumulated density to remain stable.
Thanks to this, the underground where the Sage advancement test took place had such a thick mana concentration that it could be felt against the skin.
‘The Sage’s test was “spell manifestation,” wasn’t it.’
High platforms connected in sequence occupied the center of the chamber.
Skill books of various elements were spread across them, and examining just the most representative four cardinal element grimoires.
[ Fire ]
[ Aqua ]
[ Wind ]
[ Earth ]
Fire, a first-circle fire spell that ignites flames.
Aqua—a first-circle water spell that conjured water itself.
That was how it worked.
The condition for advancing to Sage was to manifest at least one of those four spells right here after studying that grimoire.
Of course, that wasn’t all there was to it.
Since there were many types of Sages, more skill books existed depending on the specialization.
‘They wouldn’t ask me to do only that.’
Unlike when I’d drawn the bow.
Instead of approaching the four grimoires, I turned my gaze toward the Sage Instructor.
He chuckled and stepped forward to the empty podium.
“My test is for you to manifest this spell.”
He placed a single grimoire down.
As I approached and examined the book, I couldn’t help but be taken aback by the name of the spell written within it.
And for good reason—the grimoire on the podium was none other than.
[ Fire Lance ]
“…Isn’t this a third-circle spell?”
“Heh heh, recognizing it immediately—you certainly have a talent for magic.”
It was indeed a third-circle spell.
As players leveled up, they learned increasingly higher circles of magic. A third-circle spell was far beyond the level of magic found in the City of Beginnings.
Moreover, the mana cost for casting Fire Lance even once was barely within my current capacity.
‘What is the All Master trying to prove with this?’
The Archer test was like this, and now this too.
He kept presenting absurd difficulty levels in succession.
As if to emphasize that advancing to All Master was impossible.
But this time, I had no intention of giving up.
“Understood.”
All Master.
No matter how I thought about it, it was the perfect class for me.
I would obtain it no matter what.
“Luke.”
– What shall I prepare for you, Master?
“Freya’s Ring.”
– Very good, Master.
Black flames danced across my fingertip as a beautifully crafted azure ring slipped into place.
That was right.
This ring was none other than.
[ Freya’s Ring: Goddess of Abundance and Magic ]
( Non-Tradeable )
Type: Ring
Grade: Mythic
Grade: Mythic
Restriction: Level 1,000 or higher, capable of using 9th Circle magic or above
Description: Freya’s Ring. The most beautiful goddess in Asgard and a witch so exceptional that she taught magic to Odin himself, the supreme god of Asgard. A final-tier magical accessory of First.
A final-tier magical accessory of First.
It was Freya’s Ring.
In truth, I had never worn this before.
As a Weapon Technician, I had never reached high Circle levels, and because of that, I couldn’t meet the restriction requirements for this ring.
But now, things were different.
Now I could equip all the items I had brought from First.
Whirrrrrrr—.
As expected.
Freya’s Ring began functioning normally.
A tremendous surge of mana flowing in from the ring.
True to its status as a final-tier accessory for mages, Freya’s Ring dramatically increased both mana capacity and magical prowess.
That said, it didn’t suddenly grant someone with no magical knowledge the ability to cast high Circle magic.
First’s.
No, the Second’s magic system was far more complex than that.
But.
‘I never built up Circles.’
The weapons I wielded as a Weapon Technician weren’t limited to swords, spears, and bows.
As a Weapon Technician, I had freely used staffs, grimoires, and orbs that mages typically wielded.
All of them were recognized as weapons, which allowed me to use them as a Weapon Technician.
Thanks to that, even though I never built up Circles.
‘Using magic itself is second nature to me.’
I had wielded a diverse array of magics contained within staffs, grimoires, and orbs.
When it came to magic embedded in weapons, I had freely cast even ultra-high Circle magic dwelling within Mythic-tier weapons.
So now, with mana capacity increased and magical ability slightly bolstered.
Whirrrr—!!
Manifesting 3rd Circle magic was simple.
Whoosh!
A scorching spear of flame began forming above my palm.

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