The Greatest Sniper Reincarnates in a Fantasy World

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“My passive is called Cleave.” Parch said.

“That’s a pretty bland joke don’t you think?” Asther said.

“No sir. It’s true. My passive is called Cleave.”

“You’re a Cleaver and your passive is Cleave? Who thought of these names?” Asther sighed. “Anyway, what does the passive do.

“The passive allows me to land a guaranteed critical strike when I make my fifth attack.”

“Wait, isn’t that actually a really good skill?” Asther asked.

“It’s supposed to be sir.”

“Supposed to be? What do you mean?”

“Well, the skill allows this passive to activate, only when I’ve met the requirement through the use of a heavy weapon.” Parch said.

“Dear lord.” Asther realized the meaning behind these words right away.

Parch is a soldier. A swordsman at that. This means that his weapon is a regular broadsword, the same as any other soldier of this category. This also means one thing…that his passive has never activated. Not even once.

“My weapon prevents me from getting the passive to proc.” Parch said, confirming