Reincarnated Jester: Taming Players

Jung was in a wonderful spirit. As a tier 2 rebel, he gained two new abilities and was about to face players from his home planet.

'Where can I confront them? Likely in the city, right?' He talked to himself, considering the system would respond to his questions.

Deafening silence rang in his mind. He could barely hear his rushing strides as he ran to leave the forest.

'What about my new skills?' Jung opened his status window and examined the corresponding section.

'What a weird-ass description,' said Jung as he cut his pointer. "See? I am bleeding like a pig." His voice was high but not harsh.

But after looking at his finger, he exclaimed. "What the…" The blood was seeping, yes, but his rate of regeneration was plain to see. After around 2 more minutes, his light scratch was nowhere to be found.

'This is a blessing. A gift to save my ass.' Amazed by his new talent, he knew that trusting skills too much would cost him his life. Yet, he didn't have one more to spare.

After thinking a bit more, he inspected another active ability.

Subsequently, a single sliding footstep shuffled through thick soil. There was a pause. Eventually, laughter could be heard. "Are you for real? System, you little cheeky liar, saying that you wouldn't help me. You are still on my side, there is no way I am getting this shit."

Jung was in an even better mood as Revolt Body was a skill sent from the heavens or gods themselves.

It would solve his main problems and pains in the ass. 'Let's see what you can do.' Thinking about all the options he could go with his new look, the decision was simply made.

'Nothing can beat me when I was in my prime.' Jung didn't select his jester appearance, not even a hero, king, or mighty warrior was enough for him.

Great sage? Who is that? Not even his previous wizard life was the one he was looking for.

Altering his 13-year-old body and face felt great. "I am back!" He said without looking at himself after the entire process was done. It was rather straightforward, with no pain or complexities.

Archetype and the power they brought were magical indeed. Jung closed his eyes and collected his floating thoughts.

Concentration was sufficient to see his new but old face. Of course, it was his first and original presence he preferred. Since living over 12 lives without it, getting that same old nostalgia was elating.

He could go back to Jung's avatar anytime he wanted, but when he needed to hide that identity, the face he presently singled out was perfect.

Content with what was happening, Jung hastened his pace once more. "Losers wait for me!" He almost shouted as he reached the city gate.

Guards had a hard time recognising this random MF. He stood above them, his sharp facial proportions and lips with small scars were something they wouldn't have forgotten.

With one green eye and the other blue, he was truly something out of ordinary.

Jung didn't have a tie to bind his long, dark hair. 'I almost forgot how annoying long hair is.'

He had to use his sweet-talking manners to get into the city. The control wasn't even that strict, and he had a fun time strolling through streets waiting for players to appear.

It seemed like he was late. Hearing busy and loud noises, Jung quickened his steps even more and went to the city centre.

The scene he saw made his heart tremble. "These pesky voices, this bothersome attitude—ah, they are surely Earthlings."

People with different clothes stood on the streets while looking around like they were in a museum. All of them had archetype marks and one big letter "P" above it.

"This is crazy!" One of them yelled.

"Everything feels so real," said another.

"It's like an entirely new world, I can feel the wind touching my skin." Raved more of them.

Their emotions were almost the same. Awe, excitement, confusion, and curiosity about this new adventure. Players were talking to one another, studying the system and the world around them.

"It's showtime." Jung's smirk was wicked. Whatever his plans were, it was only for his own benefit.

"Players on me!" He shouted with all his might.

There was some confusion, but some quick-witted players guessed what was going on.

"It is an NPC, and he is calling us," the one with Innocent archetype assumed.

"He is going to give us quests, right?" This time it was a Hero.

"Do not make me repeat myself," Jung called once more, and players ran to him immediately.

There were about 100 of them, but the sound would attract more.

"Excellent!" Addressing surrounding players, he asked them. "How did you guys get here?"

A blond-haired girl with a soft expression raised her hand, and after getting Jung's approval, she explained. "A company named WorldWorm made this VR game called World Of Archetypes. We had to take a test to get class, which I believe is called archetypes here. This place…"

"I get it, now zip your mouth!" Jung was rude with no care in the world. He was smiling internally. 'That's what I guessed.'

The girl was frightened and stepped back as she swallowed words she wanted to express.

Another guy with a rough expression asked, but his voice was demanding. "How do you know that we are players? You are some lousy NPC!"

Jung's eyebrows twitched. "Come closer, I will tell you a secret."

The man snorted but obeyed. He wouldn't have asked if he wasn't interested in the answer.

As he approached Jung and brought his ears to his face, he saw a hand flying in his direction. The movement was fast, but his reaction was too slow.

He got a slap on the cheeks and dropped to the ground. Other players, getting closer to listen to him, also stepped back in fear.

Jung used Persona power in his hand, and the guy died on the spot. Players realised this, their expressions hardening as they understood Jung wasn't your average video game character you could toy with.

The culprit himself smiled like a madman. 'Damn, this is fun.' He breathed in as hard as he could and dropped another line that made players tremble in fear.

"From today onwards, you guys are my sidekicks." His body position, his face, and expression screamed something scary and powerful, yet oddly captivating. "Any objections?"