Game World's Awakening
Chapter 123: A difficult agility training

Chapter 123: A difficult agility training

As she watched him fall, Anna quickly remembered that she had forgotten to tell him something.

"Boy, you must complete it in exactly three hours, counting from this moment! If you overdo it, I will punish you severely!" she shouted.

These are words that Elliot found hard to hear, for he was being aimed at with the bow by several undead people.

Anna saw that he managed to dodge the first attacks and smiled.

She pulled out a sheet, laid it on the ground, then pulled out some fruit and food and sat down as if she were at a picnic, enjoying the scenery.

The smile on her face was sly and dangerous. Clearly, she intended to make him suffer.

’Since you were entrusted to me, I hope you’re strong, boy.’ She smiled and took a bite of an apple.

Elliot, in the distance, felt frightened by that smile, but he didn’t have time to divert his attention to other subjects.

He had to dodge.

’These arrows are really fast.’ He jumped back twice. Two arrows landed where he had been a moment before, and then he had to jump behind a tiny tree of the ones scattered around here, to dodge some more arrows that hit this tree.

The tree being small, he had to hide in a crouch.

Looking at the terrain, he knew he had to go deeper to find the heads of these small local chiefs. The problem was time.

If he could kill, there would be no problem. This was a weak dungeon compared to the last one he faced. Although it was Rank D, it was low-level.

The problem is that those arrows are dangerous. They do terrible damage when they hit.

’I have to play with the environment, since I can’t kill.’ He looked into the depths and prepared to start running.

But then, a strange beast jumped out from the side, forcing him to bend his body backwards.

’Killer rats!’ He finally remembered that this dungeon was not just about archers.

There were also killer rats that would greatly complicate his advance.

From the other side, the undead fired as soon as they saw him, but they were slightly slow, allowing Elliot to run at full speed to the front.

His starting speed was astonishing, exceeding 50 meters per second. As he advanced, he managed to reach 60 meters, but only 2 seconds had passed since he started running, when he had to jump to the side.

Numerous arrows were coming from the front and from behind, forcing him to run in the opposite direction to where he had to go.

In his mind, he groaned, but his steps did not stop.

He completely ignored everything but his steps and the front. Every arrow thrown at him entered his area of vision.

But there was a problem.

These undead, for some reason, have too broad an attack area.

They were more than 300 meters each, and they were scattered all over the dungeon, so there was almost no place to rest.

He initially thought that 3 hours to bring that beast was too easy.

But now he understood why he was given 3 hours.

It was too difficult to go inside while dodging!

But still, with effort, dedication, and absurd exhaustion, he quickly managed to go deep and reach the stages where that bastard was.

To his luck, he was alone, though he had a big bow.

But he didn’t need to dodge anything more than that first shot. Or so he thought.

He ran to him and jumped from tree to tree, having learned that these served to mislead the vision of the undead.

Although the attack range of each undead is wide, they easily lose sight of their opponents if they disappear from the front.

Therefore, although these trees were small, he could use their abundant leaves to avoid being perceived.

His opponent on the other side of the fight looked at him with his eyes alight in a strange flame and raised his bow.

He pulled out one of his arrows and put it there.

Then...

Elliot could understand why he was the boss.

The arrow ignited magical flames from two sources: the undead and the bow.

The bow was a powerful item.

While the undead was a Magic Archer.

A very dangerous type of beast.

’Shit.’ Elliot, out of survival instinct, jumped backwards as soon as he stepped on a tree, and that’s when the arrow shot out of the undead’s bow.

Its absurd speed was propelled by the downwind, and in seconds, it shattered the tree where Elliot had fallen a moment before.

This small tree also burst into flames, and the heat of the fire reached him, but he rolled to the ground and managed to dodge the impact.

When he looked up, the archer was already aiming an arrow at him like before.

’Damn, I have to be faster!’

His mind moved first, his muscles and bones reacted next.

But in time to dodge the second magic arrow, which hit the dry leaves scattered on the ground, igniting them into flames.

This fire joined the tree fire quickly, managing to disperse a little, but on the other side, a large fire was scheduled to happen in minutes.

Looking at this, Elliot knew he had to escape quickly. He had no resistance to fire; if he were to get caught in a big fire inside a dungeon like this, which had a lot of dry ground, he would be finished.

He might get scorched to death.

That’s why he started jumping forward.

Luckily for him, this fire scattered the undead and rats that had followed him from earlier.

Unluckily for him, this bastard had over 100 arrows next to him and seemed to have unlimited Sense.

Maybe because the item helped it, but after firing more than 12 arrows, Elliot felt suffocated by the heat.

And that bastard was already preparing one more!

Still, he did not give up.

With his eyes fixed straight ahead, he kept jumping from one side to the other, getting closer and closer.

Each jump shortened the distance by a few centimeters or a meter, and then he ran another three or four meters before jumping again.

There was a moment when the sword appeared in his hand, and he looked ahead.

There was still about 10 meters between them. The undead already had its arrow ready, and without waiting, it shot it, aiming at his heart with all the malice in the world.

The sound of the fire arrow breaking the wind was thunderous, but Elliot didn’t dodge it by jumping aside.

This time, he leapt over it with an arcing leap. He propels himself upward and lets his weight carry him downward.

It was so fast that the undead could only think: it’s mine.

And he reloaded his bow as fast as he could, but...

SWING*

A sound of the sword breaking the wind and making a fine cut on the undead’s neck left him unable to shoot once more.

Losing the core, the arrow went out, and the bow fell next to the pile of bones.

The blue painted head fell into his hand, and he smiled.

’Time to go back.’ He looked up and frowned. ’The fire has spread. I have to be quick; it’s moving in all directions.’

Quickly, he began to move once more.

He didn’t know how much time had passed but believed he had completed the mission in the stipulated time.

A good while later, he was able to return to the area where Anna was sitting, still eating fruits, and, after dodging many attacks again, he was able to get out of that suffering.

When he got upstairs, all his clothes were in tatters. He had minor wounds all over his body and some deeper wounds, but those appeared when he fell a few times by stepping in the wrong places.

No arrows hit him squarely today.

Anna looked at the time and then looked at him.

"3 hours and 30 minutes. You’ve gone way over time." She spoke.

Elliot looked at her in shock.

’Three and a half hours gone?’ He felt like the time had been shorter.

Like 2 hours or so, he hadn’t expected to have spent that long just to wander into a dungeon—no wonder he was brought here.

He tried to speak, but she spoke first.

"Don’t make excuses, excuses don’t work. You’ve done well." She said and smiled at him. "Sit down, eat some fruit, and tell me what you understood today."

He looked at her, shocked. ’What is she up to? How could she be such a nice person suddenly?’ Even though it was suspicious, he still sat down and grabbed some fruit.

"Did you get his scent?" She asked suddenly.

Elliot nodded.

"The essence of agility... I think it could change from person to person. A light person might have greater agility in quick movements, but lesser power." He spoke.

She smiled. "Tell me more." She looked interested.

"The essence of my agility...I think it’s either drastic, powerful movements or light, smooth footwork. I need to employ and understand the movement of the wind and the surroundings to catch the perfect moment when I should use either. I’m not as good at quick movements of lesser power, because my footwork is stronger than a normal person’s." He said, and finally frowned.

"I don’t understand this. I’m not that heavy, even though I’m muscular. Do you have any ideas?"

She smiled softly. Her eyes sparkled with intensity.