Reincarnated Jester: Taming Players-Chapter 115: Old Promise With Nero

The system panel appeared in front of him.

It was unchanged, decomposing his view with transparent and blue-coloured hues.

««Archetype System —

<Name: Jung (Balatro)

<Archetypes: [Rebel] [Hero] [Wizard] [Keeper] [Explorer]

<Archetype Tier: X

<Archetype Progress: 99.99999%

<Arcs: [Shifting Cloud]; [Heroic Barrier]; [White Beard]; [Keeping Mask]; [Deep Merge]; [Keep Corpse]

<Archetype Monsters In Your Care: Nero the Shadowpaw; Entire player base.

<Quest I: Save Elara and bring her back

<Quest II: Slay the Ruler god, help Nero unite with her beloved family, and save cats from going extinct across the universe

<Quest III: Create your personal, completely new archetype

<Quest IV: Torture and eliminate Walt

<Quest V: Unleash those merged archetypes by killing humans with the same archetype.

<Quest VI: Get back to the Maskera before the apocalypse hits.

«Rewards: Unknown; Unknown; Finding yourself; Ruler Archetype and Three Arcs; Unlocking everyman, caregiver, and innocent archetypes and gaining their boost to your capabilities; My final evolution.

The first thing Jung noticed was the disappearance of the system’s version indicator.

He assumed that her current status was at play.

It was a sound guess, but with no other hints to cling to, he concentrated on his skyrocketing archetype progress.

"You can do that," Ori said suddenly, startling him out of his thoughts.

Noting the sage god’s casual agreement, Jung went back to his observations.

’I am a keeper. More than I ever was. But why do I feel like other archetypes would disappear from the stats?’

Not only did the number speak of his progress, but he felt strong as well.

As always, his every capability was augmented, including his initial skills, Arcs, bodily functions, sense of humour, mental capacity, and overall strength.

Yet he felt disappointed.

After all the tiers he had crossed, there was no hint of another Arc.

The Archeons were as strict as always, not allowing him and the system to receive more.

His percentage looked almost the same as Nero’s.

Jung felt some kind of resemblance between these two facts and concentrated on another change in his status window.

’Entire player base in my care? I wasn’t expecting players to count as my tamed monsters, but it doesn’t sound too bad. But how come it says an entire player base?’

HugeP and others were only a fraction of the millions and possibly billions of players that actually played the game.

For the system to unite them under his care sounded too good to be true.

Yet he didn’t argue, knowing that even without it, it was a matter of time for him to tame all of them, and the quickened process only eased his work.

Unfortunately, neither he nor the players could check how things looked in Maskera, and he had to wait for it.

But Jung could see something far more exciting.

—ID: HugeP

—Archetype: Hero

—Progress: Tier VII — 8%

—Attributes:

[ Strength: 120 ]

[ Agility: 111 ]

[ Vitality: 192 ]

[ Intelligence: 121 ]

—Capital: 166 Snow coins; 18 Ember coins; 19 Pills;

—Quest: Balatro

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—Inventory: Lowmighty Sword; Battle Map; Low-grade elixir (x16)

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—Skills: Nonemighty Aura; FarmBite; Word of Book

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It was the player’s status window and reading it brought a sense of joy to his face, as it truly put a slave mark on their heads.

The differences were quite clear, and he wanted Vex to be here so he could tease her for a bit.

He had one more concern and some grumbling to do.

Leaving it to himself, Jung noted he wasn’t getting quests either.

Ever since he came into this realm, his experiences should have offered him more than one quest.

However, it didn’t happen, giving him a feeling that he would no longer receive them.

Jung didn’t want to waste more time.

By the time he collected his thoughts and considered things he needed to, he smirked at Ori.

"Even with your appearance, I will be more handsome than you."

Having said that, his transformation was instantaneous, and as his face and body were altered, he felt practically nothing.

Players exclaimed loudly.

Leora snorted.

"At least you aren’t using your brat face."

Nero was as evil as always.

"You are still ugly. No amount of make-up can hide your ugliness. I don’t want to look at you. Please, kindly turn around."

Her words were harsh but devoid of real malice.

The creator nodded at his change, his torn leg in perfect form as if it had never disappeared.

"Good luck with your business. We are going to wait for good news."

As for the sage god, he scrutinized his appearance with interest but didn’t comment on Jung’s statement.

Ori circled him twice, studying him from head to toe.

"Fascinating!" he exclaimed. "How does it feel to be a turtle for once?"

Chuckling at the joke, Jung shook his head and said, "I know it only works on gods. What a shame, I kinda wanted to experience it."

Just because he had god’s face, it wouldn’t transform him into a tortoise.

However, he had a hunch—an unrealistic faith that he could fool the ruler god, then kill him, saving Elara and completing quests, along with aiding Nero to save her species.

Everything else would come after that.

"Why are you helping me?" Jung asked. "It seems like you don’t have a bad relationship with him."

He had another hunch on why they would act that way, but he wanted to extort an answer from them.

Sami, the creator god, specified first. "It’s our wish and desire. We indeed have a somewhat friendly connection with him, but it is nothing but shallow and lacks everything genuine."

Ori had an opinion of his own.

"It’s because of her. We are always going back to her. We know her, understand her, yet we still forget her. We, as gods, weren’t chosen by her. You, a mere mortal, were selected, becoming a beacon of hope, and we knew we had to do something."

He spoke with emotions, reminiscing and anticipating the past and future.

His hands were clasped together, lips raised, and brows lowered.

Jung was a spitting image of him, but his aura, the way he carried himself and smiled, was completely different.

It would easily sell his identity.

But Jung could easily copy Ori’s attitude and manners—from the way he walked, smiled, and talked—everything was recorded in his being, and it didn’t take much energy for him to replicate it.

Now Jung had to take steps and reach the palace.

It was the least hard challenge to his journey, and leaving the gods behind, Jung walked towards the god.

Nero was on his shoulder.

Players behind him.

Leora was like a cute puppy who couldn’t or didn’t talk back and followed him behind.

Waving his hands, Jung sped up, and five minutes later, he reached the mansion.

"It looks like a palace," he said.

It was expected of the ruler god, and walls were clad in gold, marble, and other precious materials, creating a majestic and holy vibe.

"Let’s go in," he said to his followers, opening the grand entrance.

It was heavy, making his muscles bulge.

The clothes he wore were unexpectedly casual and comfortable. ’He has a good fashion sense,’ Jung mused, remembering someone who could never be put in the same category.

As he walked through the palace, the ominous mist subsided, sinking into the walls.

The interior was as colourful and luxurious as it seemed from the outside, except it appeared more guest-friendly, offering various accommodations.

The guest halls had a special text on them and snacks for everyone to indulge in.

There was no way Jung would take a first bite when he had personal slaves around.

However, he was a good man with principles, and instead of ordering, he asked in a soft yet threatening voice to let them taste it.

Instead of being annoyed or angry with his demands, the tamed players obeyed with pleasure, devouring fruits in quick succession.

Thankfully, the ruler god’s palace had more than enough for everyone to savour.

Jung didn’t join them as he searched for his target.

Nothing divine appeared until he stumbled upon a specific, unique, frozen, and most unexpected room in existence, which boiled his blood and angered his face.

"That fucker!"

Nero shouted again and again, her words barely making sense.

"I will peel off his skin, gouge his eyes, feast with them, and then shit on his remaining corpse."

Even after the cat displayed an antagonistic and lightly disturbing attitude, Jung didn’t stop her, nor did he have any intentions of doing it.

The reason was fairly simple.

He shared the same emotions and had the same plans.

Maybe his reaction wasn’t and couldn’t be as intense, but his desire to kill the ruler god skyrocketed after seeing the great hall that was filled with frozen cats.

There were tens of thousands of them, creating a small civilisation.

"My people. My family and friends," Nero said, after touching their frozen statues. "We will revive them right now."