Reincarnated Jester: Taming Players-Chapter 126: Snapping Fingers Instead of Face-Slapping

’This is what I always wanted,’ Jung thought, glancing at all these people who regarded him with interest.

It was a somewhat strange situation.

He stood on a big stage, looking down on this herd when he was having his sweet time only seconds ago.

There was no mic before him.

No lights shone on his face, and no music played in the background.

Jung had to talk before them, introduce himself as a Messiah, and persuade them to follow his lead.

He was no ruler, but his promising talent had already become a myth because of Snowshade and Lilia.

They also abused his Balatro status, convincing players to join their ranks.

Losers from Earth received main scenario quests from their system, and according to Nira, Jung would find out more about that entity after the apocalypse arrived.

As for his guild and HugeP, they also shared their adventures with him, promoting various legends and videos, which increased his popularity even more.

Players were either present, waiting for his oration, or they watched live streams from every corner of the planet.

His popularity among players gained trust and interest from Maskera’s various powers, and they represented various factions.

Coughing, Jung neared the edge of the stage.

He knew it was an important moment, and there was no time for fucking around.

’I can’t fuck up,’ he thought and opened his mouth.

"Hello people of our noble race," Jung roared, drawing attention to his voice.

Silence descended.

Tens of thousands of eyes peered at him, but he had no qualms whatsoever.

"I know you guys want to faint from the sheer extent of my greatness, but please wait until I am done."

Nira was next to him, expecting his performance and enjoying it thoughtfully.

"You might already know that the Archeons chose me, and I was told my job was to save the world, but how come no one explained that I would have this many witnesses?"

He continued but wasn’t done.

It was a rare occasion for him to have listeners and a chance to blubber in front of them.

He wanted to scratch his ego and kiss his own ass.

Jung hated politics and had no intention of being their plaything.

"Strength is one thing. I can prove it anytime, but what this world needs in order to be saved is a good laugher. Lucky for you, I have a wicked sense of humor."

No one laughed or cheered at his words, leaving him in complete silence.

"What a tough crowd," Jung mused, but again, no laughter was heard.

Shaking his head, he didn’t let the disappointment affect his mood and added after summoning an axe in his hand and raising it to the sky.

"Let’s do this! Fight with our lives on the line as we laugh at our enemies. Let them feel like we don’t know fear, and every time they dare and attack us, we will slaughter them with pleasure... The stage is set... We are humanity, and we know war..."

Finally, his last words caused quite a stir, influencing players as they roared in excitement.

The chaos was born, and starting from the first wave of madness, another one quickly followed, covering the entire crowd.

As Jung smiled smugly, Nira leaned in, whispering in a mischievous voice.

"What a lovely performance. Too bad it was cheesy and too self-centered."

"Do you hate it?" Jung asked.

"No," she answered, shaking her head. "I love it."

"Thought so."

Grinning with her, he left the stage, ready for some friendly challenges.

People circled them immediately, throwing countless questions around.

"Why did Archeons choose you?"

"What are your plans?"

"Alright, funny guy, how are you going to stop Fracture?"

"You are very...hilarious, but...do you know how to lead and fight?"

"You aren’t a fraud, are you? Can you demonstrate your strength and show us why you, of all people, were chosen to represent and protect us?"

Questions flooded his ears, buzzing like flies.

"I may be too charming for your average hero, but don’t forget, I am a Messiah... my life is dedicated to your survival. As for my plans, of course, I have them. Will they work? Hmm, let’s wait and see for ourselves. Sounds fun, right?"

He stated confidently, proving two completely different opinions about him.

Either he was confident because of his capabilities, or he was a scam—the greatest joke in history that would doom them.

In any case, Jung would gladly flex and test his Tier XII status.

There was a huge arena reserved for this occasion.

It seemed like Lilia planned everything accordingly, and the only thing he had to do was to enjoy the present.

Even his challengers were ready for the beating.

"I will wait for you," Nira said, searching for a seat. "Try not to kill anyone."

She didn’t try hiding her voice.

Everybody in their vicinity heard her declaration, and even though she was an unknown entity, people still murmured about them.

Not a single thought was wasted when Jung reached the arena, ignoring the talks.

He wouldn’t allow them to affect his state, and he announced with a cocky attitude,

"Beating Tier XII losers one by one is too much trouble. I don’t have the luxury to waste time like that. Why won’t you guys come at me together?"

Maskera was an enormous planet, housing various factions and major families.

They were controlled by huge clans that dictated the world’s fate, but above all, stood the World Government, dominating every other power.

The big families and clans obeyed the might of the government, and all of them sent representatives for their faction.

There were ten hand-picked combatants in total to test how capable the so-called Messiah truly was.

Strength was everything in this world.

Especially when the doom was approaching and no one really knew when or how it would happen.

Hearing Jung’s blatant ridicule, government officials who towered above the world and shook it with their single word yelled internally.

They were drunk on their power, thinking that Jung would be pushed around according to their wishes.

"I don’t like your tone," said the bald, Tier X everyman, pointing his finger at Jung. "Your attitude needs some correction. Know your place; you are nothing but a tool we created."

As a government official, he knew how many resources the administration sent to the academy to aid his progress.

He believed Jung should be thankful for his advancement.

Lilia was one of the most respected humans on the planet, with unimaginable wealth and influence, even if she wasn’t part of the council.

Yet, a single person couldn’t convince everyone with just her words, and it was already a miracle so many important people believed or at least gave a chance to her statements.

Actually convincing and proving his worth was Jung’s job, and, once again, he had to act his part.

However, Jung was Jung, and he had no intention of dancing in their palms.

He would only entertain himself and the people he cherished, and if push came to shove, he would let the world burn, knowing that he could live in Nira’s realm with his family.

It would be an easy choice.

Peaceful, devoid of risks and suffering.

But it also would be a boring course of action, as running away and leaving all the monsters and fun times behind was out of his style. frёewebnoѵēl.com

So, Jung did exactly what he would have done.

Smiling with no apparent emotion, he held the finger that was pointing at him and snapped it in half.

An angry cry and howl escaped from the poor man, and his guards and other officials encircled Jung to punish him.

"What are you doing?" The bald man roared, trying to heal his finger.

Healing abilities descended his way, but Jung was a wicked man, and by using persona in the process, the experienced pain was augmented, and it was impossible for skills to mend the broken finger.

"How dare you!" the man screamed again.

Jung snorted.

"Don’t act like a crybaby and listen carefully. It’s not you fuckers who decided how the thing would work. The moment I set foot here... even before that when the Archeons chose me... I am in charge, and, like it or not, I will lead humanity."

He took a deliberate pause, letting others digest his words.

"And if there are any complaints, I am more than happy to draw some blood. But bear in mind that I am not a soft or angelic hero."

His words reverberated in this colorful, open place.

His harsh and loud tone reached everyone and showed that even if he appeared as a silly jokester with not-so-good puns, he was confident for a reason and wouldn’t bow down even to the mighty world leaders.

"You will regret this!"

Threats were thrown in his direction, but he did not react.

Still, the fight would start at any second as the opponents didn’t leave his side, ready to pounce on him.

"Do you guys want to see a magic trick?" he asked as magical particles floated around him.