Chapter 47

Kyle crouched in the damp undergrowth, his breathing shallow and rhythmic. If he were viewed solely through the lens of an archer, he wouldn't be particularly impressive. His aim was steady, yes, but his physical stats didn't scream "elite warrior." However, the [Alchemist's Refinement] profession changed the math entirely. It wasn't just about the toxins he could brew; it was the way the class had hardened his constitution. He was far more durable than his lean frame suggested, and his blood...