22 Isaac's Advantages.

Isaac rapidly placed two pebbles on the rubber band and fired them!

The Assassin effortlessly weaved through the pebbles. There weren't any excessive movements, only calm and precise.

Isaac barely managed to see the outline of his opponent. However, he knew that his attack had failed.

Slowly, the shadowy figure was getting more clear. The Assassin and Isaac understood that the Stealth was slowly withering away!

Isaac snapped a quick look at the Health Bar.

[HP: 43/65 - Leather Armor Effect!]

Once the Assassin's dark shoe landed on the soil, the speed increased significantly!

Isaac could barely manage to see his legs moving!

'His agility must be over 40!' Isaac screamed inwardly. He increased the pace of his shooting but felt his hands becoming heavier and his movements sluggish.

His stamina couldn't keep up with his movements!

The Assasin weaved through the rain of rocks with ease. And only a several seconds later, he was already right in front of Isaac!

''Miss, don't hate me for this. Maybe we can go for a drink or two?'' The Assassin said while placing the dagger on Isaac's shoulder, barely grazing his delicate skin.

'He thinks I am a girl? What the fuck!' Isaac cried out. Beads of sweat trickled down his soothing skin.

'I can sweat in this game? This game feels so... Real.'

The Assassin looked at his delicate face, ''You are very beautiful. Maybe we can be a party— I will help you get into Level 10, I am currently Level 9, and there aren't many stronger than me in Swornword.''

The Assassin's Stealth finally vanished, and Isaac could finally see the face of his attacker.

He was a rather average-looking male with a dark cloak looming over his head. The rest of his body was clothed in a dark outfit.

[ShadowCloak]

[Level 9]

[HP: 81/81 - Leather Armor Effect!]

'His clothes must be hiding his Armor... He is smart.' Isaac gulped and felt the sharp edge of the dagger grazing his soft skin.

Even though he couldn't experience the pain, for some unspeakable reason, the sharpness of the blade made his body tense up. Like the blade could actually take away his life.

''Well, what is your answer?'' ShadowCloak asked impatiently.

Isaac dropped his slingshot and surrendered.

''Good... I will send a party invite.'' ShadowCloak said with slight excitement. He moved his other hand to touch the Inventory, but that was exactly what Isaac waited for!

Isaac opened his inventory, caught the Flintlock Pistol into his hand, and pulled the trigger.

*BANG*

''URGHH!'' ShadowCloak stumbled backward with a bleeding wound on his chest.

Drops of blue liquid streamed down from the wound.

''Y-You!'' ShadowCloak was in disbelief. He glanced at his Inventory and saw that his Stealth was on cooldown for another 20 seconds!

And a painful message popped up in front of him.

[You Lost 65 HP!]

[HP: 16/81 - Leather Armor Effect!]

Isaac quickly placed the Flintlock pistol back on the Inventory and took the Slingshot from the ground.

ShadowCloak was already sprinting toward him. His face was far from friendly.

Isaac released a shower of rock bullets. However, ShadowCloak was ready and deflected the pebbles away.

''Shit!'' Isaac jolted backward, and his voice rang in ShadowCloak's ears.

''Y-You are a boy?'' He said with shock. Soon an embarrassment filled his face.

He was simping toward a boy!

His friends would never let him forget about it. His social life was pretty much ruined!

Currently, in real life, his friends were spectating the match through a TV.

A small power cord connected the VR Helmet to the TV, allowing everyone to see everything with the eyes of ShadowCloak.

Three of his friends were enjoying the match. None of them had VR Helmets yet and had to satisfy their curiosity through ShadowCloak's gameplay.

After hearing the white-haired youth's voice, and ShadowCloak's reaction, they couldn't contain their laughter.

The laughter kept slipping through their closed mouths, unable to completely hold their laugh in.

ShadowCloak's face varied colors. His face became red, filled with anger and embarrassment.

With anger, he lunged toward Isaac and swung the dagger around recklessly.

Isaac managed to weave through several attacks, but ShadowCloak's attacks became increasingly more accurate and managed to land a few solid hits.

[HP: 18/65 - Leather Armor Effect!]

Soon, his arms were rilled with wounds, the strange blue liquid trickling down his arms.

ShadowCloak slammed his foot into Isaac's stomach.

Isaac's body soared across the air, soon coming to a stop after his back crashed on the nearby tree. His vision began to get darker.

[You Lost 15 HP!]

[HP: 3/65 - Leather Armor Effect!]

Isaac, however, couldn't feel the pain but had breathing difficulties. Whenever he tried to exhale, nothing came out.

He tried to push himself up. His wobbly arms shook, and blood vessels protruded.

ShadowCloak approached with his dagger out of the scabbard.

Isaac sighed and thought, 'My first death... I guess I will be stuck in the village longer than I would have wanted to...'

However, after those thoughts emerged.

Notifications popped up in front of him.

[The Mythical Figure is watching the match!]

[The Mythical Figure tells you to use your wits and your advantages to win against all odds]

'My wits... Advantages...?' It was like Isaac's mind was whole another person. He thought about something which he would have never thought of doing before.

ShadowCloak appeared before him and rested his dagger on Isaac's neck.

''Final words, you bastard?'' ShadowCloak's lips trembled as he spoke. He was already aware that his friends would make fun of him.

That made him feel frustrated. However, he had a lingering hope inside him. Maybe his friends went to the bathroom... Together.

Sob...

Out of nowhere, ShadowCloak heard the sound of sobbing. His brows furrowed as he noticed Isaac's body trembling.

Isaac had his face covered, and the sound of sobbing came from him.

ShadowCloak couldn't see any tears. However, suddenly felt his anger vanishing.

''W-Why *Sob* Are you so mean?'' Isaac turned his teary eyes toward ShadowCloak.

Memories of his crying little sister surfaced in his mind. A memory that he thought had disappeared a long time ago. A feeling of pity and regret welled up.

'No!' ShadowCloak screamed inwardly and slapped himself, 'Fuck, don't get distracted.'

Isaac swiped with his hand, opened the Inventory, and took the sole dagger into his possession.

*STAB*

The dagger drilled through ShadowCloak's leg, lowering his HP rapidly until it reached 0.

''W-Wait, Wha—'' ShadowCloak couldn't finish his sentence before turning into pixels.

Isaac slumped down to the ground and took a deep breath.

A notifications popped up in front of him.

[You Killed ShadowCloak!]

[90 XP Earned!]

[Name: Wraith]

[Level: 6]

[HP: 3/65 - Leather Armor Effect!]

[XP: 480/700]

[SP: 0]

[White Coins: 2200]

[Title: None]

[Class: Marksman]

[Legacy: None + Legacy Tournament Contender]

[Legacy Rank: No Legacy]

[STR: 13]

[AGI: 35]

[VIT: 25]

[STA: 22]

[PRE: 45]

[CHA: 10]

[Map]

[Inventory]

[Help]

[Friend List]

[Party]

[Log Out]

[The Mythical Figure is impressed!]

[Relationship improved by 20!]

Isaac sighed, ''That was so embarrassing... I will never do that again... But come on... Why everyone thinks I am a girl, maybe I really should build more muscle.''

With those thoughts remaining on his mind, he stopped moving altogether for the next 10 minutes and waited for his HP to be restored.