Archer & Cursed Champion

As Parker stepped out of the music hall, a faint smile tugged at his lips. He wasn't even sure why—maybe it was the way Atalanta had been so damn forward without being annoying. For once, someone had approached him without any fake politeness or ulterior motives he couldn't pick apart. Not that he didn't have a motive.

Oh, he did. Everyone always did.

"System," he muttered under his breath, his voice low enough to stay under the hum of students in the hallway. "Pull up her status again. Compress all the physical stats into one number—I don't have all day to sort through shit."

The familiar soft chime echoed in his mind as the system responded, projecting the info directly into his vision.

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[Name]: Atalanta (Olympian Champion!)

[Age]: 18 (???)

[Race]: Human

[Power Level]: Ascended—Archer Princess

[Title]: Archer Princess, Favored Warrior of Artemis and Kynthia!