My Girlfriend Is A Reincarnator? - Chapter 27

Looking at how thin and weak Alvin was, he estimated that he could probably exert 100 pounds of strength.

Alvin was a little reluctant. He didn’t mean to change to a harder bow. What he wanted was another event.

But now that he had the bow in his hands, he had to perform.

Fortunately, Alvin found a way out.

“More than a thousand pounds, this is a rare thing, tsk tsk.”

“I might be able to come to a full draw but subsequently the accuracy will be greatly discounted.”

Hearing this, Graves could not help but laugh.

Did he want to get a full draw?

This required at least a thousand pounds of strength.

Previously, they had tried to use horses to tie to the bowstring to get a full draw.

For a single person to be able to draw the bow to 10 centimeters would have already been considered a godly innate strength.

Now, Alvin actually said that he could come to a full draw.

Graves thought that Alvin was either joking or had no idea how hard the bow in his hand was.

It couldn’t be that he didn’t even know the concept of a thousand pounds, right? Then he did not need to be a master archer.

“Here are the bow and arrow.”

Jax handed an arrow as thick as an arm to Alvin.

An arrow that matched the huge size of the bow was naturally not an ordinary arrow.

Alvin took the huge bow and walked to the waiting area.

Everyone looked at the ridiculously huge bow and frowned. Their hearts filled with doubt.

This was not something that a single person could play with.

To let this young man draw the bow by himself was to make things difficult for him.

Not to mention master archer, even if the previous Olympic champions were to line up to control the bow, there was nothing they could do.

This young man did not offend anyone in any way, why was this thing brought here?

However, what everyone didn’t know was that Alvin, who was under the giant bow, actually heaved a sigh of relief.

If he had used the bows just now, he would have exposed himself immediately.

Instead, using a bow and arrow that was beyond the range of an ordinary person would give him an out.

In any case, when the time came, he would say that his strength was too great, so he wouldn’t be able to aim at all.

As for drawing a bow?

That was Alvin’s forte.

Now that his strength attribute had reached 340 points, it was no joke.

It was nearly eight or nine times that of a normal person. He could use more than a thousand pounds of strength.

Alvin placed a foot on the body of the bow. The length of this bow had exceeded his arm span, so he could only use this method to draw it.

He lightly exerted force, and it was as easy as pulling the handle of a door.

The giant bow made a creaking sound. It had been too long since it was last stretched to this position. The dry and rotten body of the bow shook, and the sound became more and more bitter.

“Oh my God!”

Everyone exclaimed. The scene in front of them was completely beyond their imagination.

The last time this bow was drawn to this position was by tying it to a horse. It was to forcefully draw it to test the limits of this bow.

But now, just one person was able to draw it to nearly half of its position.

This must have been a superhuman’s power?

And looking at the rate it went, it seemed like it would continue to be drawn.

Were this person’s muscles made of iron?

Alvin continued to exert strength. He remembered that the strength of a normal person was at most to draw a hundred-pound bow. His strength was eight or nine times more than a normal person, so it was about right that he could fully draw the bow.

The further he went, the more strength he needed. Alvin took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and suddenly exerted his body’s strength to the maximum.

Crack crack crack…

The bow, which was the size of a paddle, was now bent to almost 90 degrees. The wood fibers were clearly visible, almost sticking out. The bowstring was also turning white. This bow was soon reaching its limit.

Alvin realized that it had reached its limit. If the bow continued to be stretched, it might directly collapse, so he did not increase his strength.

It was as if a major event had happened in the villa today. All the servants who passed by doing their work would stay in the archery range to take a look and make puzzling noises.

“Is that something that a normal person can do?”

This was something that Graves could not be clearer about.

Unless the bow that had been placed there was broken, it could only mean that Alvin had drawn a bow that weighed more than 1000 pounds.

This could not be described as having great strength. Instead, it could be directly applied for a world record. If someone had foreseen this scene and set up a camera, the reporters would have come here to have an interview the next day.

Jax pouted his mouth into a circle. After so many years, he had once again seen the appearance of this bow when it was drawn. And this time, it was actually done by a human alone.

[Ding! From Jax’s favorability +30, current 30 (favorability)]

“Ah?”

At this moment, Alvin suddenly heard the system’s voice.

His action of drawing the bow seemed to have been appreciated by others.

This was not difficult for Alvin to understand. After all, men were men. One of the ways that men acknowledged each other was the strength in their bodies. This was the same principle as working out.

But the more Alvin thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. If he remembered correctly, his system was only effective for people who regarded him as a romantic partner.

Alvin turned around in fear and saw that Jax was trying his best to show off his strong muscles. He was even smiling inexplicably.

“F*ck, this is not what I want.”

Alvin complained. Then, he heard the system’s next voice.

[Due to increased favorability, obtained 3000 cold weapon mastery points.]

Alvin remembered that when his favorability increased, he would be able to obtain some rewards. As for what the rewards were, it would depend on what skills the other party was best at.

Jax seemed to be a hanger-on that Graves had specially recruited. His usual job was to be a weapon coach. So he was obviously best at things related to cold weapons.

Therefore, at this moment, he could understand how he obtained so many cold weapons mastery points.

…

[Host: Alvin]

[Strength: 340]

[Speed: 6.25]

[Reaction time: 0.4]

[Cold weapons proficiency: 3,010 (↑3,000)]

[Firearms proficiency: 10]

…

His attribute panel flashed in front of him. The column that represented cold weapons had already reached more than 3,000 points.

Alvin did not know what this attribute meant. He seemed to remember that a normal person would have around 10 points..