Reincarnated Jester: Taming Players-Chapter 78: Submission

The guild leader, the creator, and the wizard player bowed before the duo, while Jung, with Nero sitting on his shoulder, smiled viciously.

"Well, well, well..." Jung said dramatically. "You guys are back here with me. In my clutches, under my mercy—yet how come I see no threats or revenge fulfilled?"

After they had promised to find and kill him, they used revival as their trump card against him.

Little did they know, Jung would use it to execute them repeatedly, rendering their accounts useless.

The desperation and helplessness they felt were understandable, as The World of Archetypes wasn’t just any game.

It was the second world, a second life for many, and losing it was painful and, in some cases, devastating.

"Don’t do this," the friendly swordsman pleaded. "This is how I feed myself."

He had no shame or pride to save and begged on his knees, his previous malice nowhere to be seen.

As for the grumpy wizard guy, his head was lowered, his teeth still clenched, yet he was quiet.

The same didn’t apply to the leader, though.

He was a true rebel; even after tasting defeat, he didn’t give up, resisting Balatro to the death.

Seeing their diverse personalities, Jung didn’t have to think of his next actions.

Bringing his face closer to the creator’s ear, he didn’t whisper but declared loudly.

"I don’t care,"

He said it slowly and painfully, just as the dark shade of the rebel archetype shrouded his fist.

Then he swung it, startling the guy who didn’t even stand a chance to dodge.

However, right before Jung’s strike punished his insolence, it stopped near his front, almost touching him.

Still, the pressure was so intense, a little bit more, and the player’s neck would snap.

Thankfully, Jung restrained his hands.

Halting before one-shotting the enemy, he made the mischievous remark. "Oops, I nearly hit you."

Yet, instead of taking his hand away from the face, Jung created a blade, momentarily cutting the creator’s throat and vanishing it right away.

A new blood covered his hands.

But Shifting Cloud cleansed him of the filth.

After his first murder of the occasion, Jung glanced at his onlookers.

Lola was busy filming him. Snowshade’s attention worked meticulously. There was no moment when she wasn’t monitoring with full awareness.

Nero and the doggo eyed one another, barely holding themselves back from clashing.

Fortunately, Nero was thoughtful.

Understanding her superiority, the dispute ended with her demanding submission.

Jung had two other losers to care for, so his attention went to them. "How should I deal with you guys?"

He asked, but seeing their deplorable expressions, he shook his head and said. "If I gave you a chance to leave this place, how would you react?"

The question was aimed at the guild leader and the wizard guard.

Jung’s words instantaneously gained their attention, but the rebel resisted even more fiercely.

The man tried to get up, as he wanted to summon the power that shaped his life in this world and teach this insolent Balatro a lesson.

Unfortunately for him, Jung was upon him in a second and took the same action as before.

His ass touched the man on the back. At first, it was a soft contact, but Jung increased his weight, flattening the man to the ground.

Making the man groan in pain and shame, Jung repeated.

This time coldly and closer to his ear, almost yelling with a comical face. "If you don’t like my offer, you can just log off and forget this game altogether."

Though it was hard to take him seriously, Jung’s past performances weren’t forgotten.

Yet, they didn’t want to leave the game.

Not only was it a great source of entertainment, as the creator man said it was also a means for them to earn money.

The World of Archetypes was based on new technology, and each major corporation, the wealthiest countries, and individuals invested in it.

This wasn’t just a game. Some people said that it was a more groundbreaking invention than the internet itself, and many shared this opinion.

Movies were made about it.

Every streamer and video maker created content on this topic.

Writers, musicians, and every other entertainment industry worked around it.

And for them to cripple their sole character meant lagging behind in life.

No sane person would want that, and with no other option in sight, they remained for Jung to continue.

He considered their stares. Accepted their anticipation and spoke. "Fight, and the survivor can leave."

His words were short, but the implications were easy to figure out.

There were slight ripples under Jung’s butt.

The man roared once again, his hatred mixed with pride and determination feeding his muscles.

Yet, bridging the gap between them wasn’t simple.

His persistent struggles weren’t rewarded, and he couldn’t push off Jung’s ass from his rear.

Only his hateful screams echoed.

"Kill me, you lunatic."

"Someone is unusually loyal to his members,"

Jung said mockingly, as if those revered qualities were cheap tricks he would break in no time.

He was set on getting more taming pills, and disciplining the leader became part of his goal.

As Jung glanced at the wizard guard, he saw the man wasn’t happy with the offer either, yet he met it more calmly, indicating room for negotiations.

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"I didn’t want to do this. I am not so heartless," Jung said, faking his emotions.

Then he stood up from his soft sofa, looked at it, and before the man even moved, his axe was upon his head, severing it in a heartbeat.

"I’ll see you soon," Jung gave a farewell speech, glancing at the wizard.

The guard lowered his head, waiting for his turn.

He read the room and realized what party game Jung wanted to play.

"Are you really an NPC?" he disputed.

Hearing his question, Jung didn’t display an answer to his face.

His only response stopped at shrugging his shoulders and swinging his axe.

The weapon never disappointed, beheading the man with one clean motion.

As the head rolled to his feet and mist drifted to Jung, the familiar sound rang in his head, belonging to the system and forging a new quest.

There was even a special note beside the reward.

[Ding!]