Part-273

  There was no time to relish the victory. The other archers were already lining up their shots, their eyes gleaming in the dim light as they pulled back their bs.

  James o act fast.

  He hurled aohis time hitting his mark. The sed archer let out a pained screech as the storuck its shoulder, throwing off its aim. It filed for a moment before James closed the gap with a burst of speed. His sword came down hard, another **Earth Divider** tearing through the air as it smmed into the goblin’s torso. The creature dissolved into smoke like the first.

  The room echoed with the sound of g bdes and the sharp twang of arrows, but James was in his element now. He moved with precision, each a a calcuted step in the dance of battle. Aone, another archer stunned. Another sword strike, anoblin felled.

  By the time the st of the goblin swordsmen had crumpled to the ground, James stood alone in the chamber, panting lightly but otherwise unscathed. He allowed himself a small grin of satisfa. This was his sed time clearing the Level 2 Early Midse today, and it had gone smoother than ever.

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  Just as James wiped the sweat from his brow, something ued happened.

  A faint chime echoed in his mind, followed by a notification from his system. He blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden intrusion of text in his vision.

  **[gratutions! You’ve acquired a new skill: Bullseye.]**

  James’ eyes widened as he read the description.

  **[Bullseye: Any ratack or skill will hit with 100% accuracy within a 400-meter radius. Note: Range will increase, and cooldown will decrease at higher levels. Cooldown: 10 seds. Rank: C.]**

  He stood frozen for a moment, processing the significe of what he had just gained. A skill that guaranteed perfect accuracy? And fed attacks, no less? The implications were staggering.

  His mind raced as he sidered the possibilities. If he switched his focus to being a sniper—if he dedicated time to mastering le bat—he could turn into an unstoppable force. With future upgrades, the range of the skill could extend, the cooldown could shorten. The sheer potential was dizzying.

  James chuckled softly to himself. For someone who had started with nothing but his physical body and until retly a wooden sword and a handful of rocks, this new skill felt like a game-ger.

  Still, he wasirely sure what to make of it. His bat style had always been up close and personal, relying on his swordsmanship and physical strength. This skill seemed to push him in airely new dire, one he hadn’t sidered before.

  But then again, wasn’t that the nature of this dungeon? To adapt, to grow, to evolve.

  James took a moment to catch his breath and survey the room. The faint smoke of the fallen goblins still lingered in the air, a reminder of the chaos he had just weathered. He stretched his arms, feeling the burn in his muscles from the relentless pace of the battle. Despite the exhaustion, he felt a sense of exhiration. The fight had been difficult, but he had e out on top—stronger, sharper, and with a new skill to boot.