Reincarnated Jester: Taming Players

"That psycho is going to attack us!" shouted one of the players with gauntlets in his hands. 

"Get ready!" called out the other. He carried a staff with a green stone orb on top.

The other two were girls—cute ones at that. The first one held a shield adorned with colourful ornaments and magic crystals.

The second one drew her sabre, radiating glittery lights.

'Either I am trippin', or I am on a parade,' Jung thought mockingly as he accelerated and prepared an axe to draw some blood.

After sensing his determination to fight, players besieged him. Jung was a Tier II rebel. His experiences and training reinforced his capabilities and the degree of danger he could pose to those players.

He swung his axe, cutting the hands of the guy who punched at him. That poor thing cried in pain, missing the target, their system could replicate those senses fairly well.

Jung wasn't done. Without stopping his movements, he arrived before the shield bearer and found an opening.

Bringing an axe down at her, he didn't find butchering her particularly hard, especially after she was stunned when her friend died.

The boy knew how to use confusion and fear to his advantage. And those new players were suitable targets for that. Right after killing the first girl, he ducked, dodged some kind of spell from the wizard, and dashed straight for him.

The remaining two players felt unimaginable dread and turmoil. It wasn't even an hour ago when this game started, but some random NPC assaulted them and slew two of their companions.

A horrifying creature that didn't bother with words.

They shouted at him and tried to reason with him but to no avail, Jung was in a wonderful spirit, he was thrilled and wouldn't stop anytime soon.

Eventually, he arrived before his next target: the wizard-like guy with a staff. Even when Jung was in a suitable range for him to hit, he missed his one and only chance.

Therefore, it would be even more difficult to land his spells when Jung was this close to him.

Another 2 seconds were more than enough for this player to designate magical particles. Afterwards, it was a girl with a sabre who turned into his fresh prey.

Her control and orientation were so bad that Jung almost felt bad when he executed her.

[You Slayed Tier I Player.] [Everyman]

[You Slayed Tier I Player.] [Wizard]

[You Slayed Tier I Player.] [Hero]

[You Slayed Tier I Player.] [Explorer]

His clothes and face were covered in blood. 'I didn't know that players could bleed.' He may have seemed like a psycho who loved to kill, but that wasn't the complete truth.

He liked the battle and the danger it brought, the feeling when his veins were full of adrenaline and his heart tumbled in quick succession.

This was an addictive feeling, but nothing could beat the notion of victory. It wasn't about fighting and killing people. He liked a contest and conflict even when he was a jester and made others laugh or frustrated with his jokes.

Killing was one side of victory. But behind that egocentric person stood a guy who wanted to find his sister. And if he had to kill some losers, he would do it with pleasure with every fibre of his being.

'Let's see what goodies we've got,' Jung thought with new enthusiasm. Dead players dropped something shiny, and it went straight to his inventory. 'What about the guys I killed in the city?' He shoved his distracting views out of his mind and checked his loot. 'I guess I had to grab it myself.'

This led to him finding 4 new items in his inventory. All of them were Pills, but before he felt disappointed, he saw that all of them were unique and distinct from the ones he owned.

[Tier I Wizard Taming Pill]

[Tier I Everyman Taming Pill]

[Tier I Hero Taming Pill]

[Tier I Explorer Taming Pill]

"What? What's that?" Jung asked and looked at the description the system provided.

[Tier I Wizard Taming Pill]

-Pills used for taming monsters. It might have other uses. 

The definition was so short that Jung was left with more questions. 'I can tame monsters? But how come players are dropping them?'

Someone was kind enough to wake up from her slumber before going back to sleep right away.

[Taming Pills are rare items. They were created after players spawned here, so you are the only one who can directly get them after killing the players. But for them, it's not that easy.]

"I am eating good." Jung was truly delighted and thanked the system in his mind. He got another new feature that could not only help him fulfil his goals but also presented him with whole new advantages.

'I have more things to trade with them.' Hopping around, he was looking for monsters and players. The first one was to experiment with his latest Pills and the second was to kill them and gain more loot.

Jung's foremost opponents were monsters he had never seen before. Their archetype was clear for him to see, and none of them were Rebel. It wasn't like Rebels were rare, it was his luck that was terrible.

If players weren't inhibiting the planet, he might have left them alone. Collecting Pills from other archetypes was good in the long run, but not in the present.

Luckily for him, he kept losers around him, who would happily trade Pills with him even if his prices were inadequate.

Hence, for him, slaying beasts from another archetype wouldn't be a complete loss. If his bantering skills came in handy, he might even exchange them at a better price.

The monsters around Inbox City were at most Tier V. Their numbers were manageable, and the city was safe from danger and monster tides. But after players arrived, who knew how things would change?

It was another motivation for Jung, and he didn't back down. Arriving before the Tier III abominations, he was ready to shed the blood of the fallen foes, but he saw a moving figure and stopped his action.

'Wait, wait.' He was swinging an axe with excitement. "There are cats in this world?" Jung asked aloud and observed the animal.

"How long has it been?" It was centuries since he saw a cat. "Lady Luck is getting deep, passionate kisses from me when I see her."

The system woke up after his blasting statement but said nothing.

As for Jung, he was moving toward the cat with determination. 'Come here, pussycat.' He was saying it internally and was advancing with careful steps not to alarm it. It was a wizard archetype, and he could tame it.