Reincarnated Jester: Taming Players-Chapter 107: Jester

"Huh?"

"HUh?"

Jung and Nero uttered in sync.

"What do you mean, your brother?" the former asked.

"I didn’t know you had one. But why would you want your brother to be friends with this creep?" the latter questioned.

"And your brother is a god? Sage god at that? He doesn’t look like someone who is sharp or collects knowledge."

[If you have a sister, why can’t I have a brother?] Vex said, sulking. [But I can’t remember much about him—I just know that he is my kin.]

"Interesting... Let me guess, you still don’t know who you are, either? What if you are god as well? Caregiver or Creator, for example."

Jung brooded over the situation.

"And you are a clown god, right? With a big ugly nose and colourful curly hair." Nero mocked.

"Not right now, but maybe in the future."

Nero’s provocation didn’t work, leaving her unsatisfied.

[I don’t know. But it’s highly unlikely for me to be a god.]

"How come?" Jung asked, lowering his eyebrows.

[You wouldn’t have been here. I don’t think I could give you this power if I were a god.]

"She is bragging, right?"

"Definitely," the cat agreed.

Then Jung changed his attention back to Ori, who was smiling at him with childlike innocence.

It was hard to imagine him as a god.

But only seconds ago, to raise the temperature, he controlled the weather, changing it completely and making the mist and snow go.

He did it so casually that players were stunned and excited at the same time.

They didn’t know his identity, but they guessed he was someone amazing.

[He has no information about me, but he felt something. That’s why he said to listen to me without actually knowing that I am with you.]

"Weird. How does that even work?" Jung asked with interest.

[Don’t just say anything to him,] the system demanded.

"You have nothing to worry about. I won’t be saying anything to him," he said with an unconcealed cynicism.

"He is about to fuck something up," Nero guessed, based on his facial expressions.

Shaking his head in disapproval, Jung neared Ori, positioning his hands on god’s shoulders.

"Thanks for that, buddy. My people struggled because of that, and it pained me to see them suffer."

Ori smiled, basking in his compliment.

"I like your attitude, but you are lying. You didn’t care about their well-being," he said loudly for everyone to hear.

Not that Jung cared about that.

He had already made a character that didn’t give a single fuck about anything.

Players knew it, and they wouldn’t complain.

"How do you know that?"

"I know things. Just like you deceive people, it’s my nature to know—but without knowing how or why. It’s simple, right?"

"Or just too complicated for your own good," Jung said and pointed at the hill. "We are going up there; wanna come?"

Now that the storm had passed and the mist was gone, it became easier to see the surroundings.

Though the mountain was still covered in snow, the path ahead was visible.

Yet the peak was hidden behind the sky.

It stretched for kilometres, now showing most of it.

"You are set on meeting him to find Elara. Am I correct?" Ori said as if he actually knew everything.

"And you are coming with me."

"No. We are going there together. Our game night is approaching."

Jung noted what Ori had said. ’Are they playing something? It means they are on good terms.’

Then he let go of his shoulders, looking through the players.

They appeared in better shape, waiting for the next instructions.

Seeing their tamed appearance, Jung chuckled to himself, massaged his forehead, and said,

"Our journey through this shitty mountain resumes. Have fun walking hundreds of kilometres."

No one displayed displeasure even after his apathetic words.

The weather was way better than before; they got a new guy on their team, and Balatro looked happier than ever.

What more could they ask for?

Only the dead player couldn’t bask in the same bliss—the same dude Jung strangled to death for being a total dick to the cats.

Everything that needed to be conveyed had been said.

Now they had begun their ascent, and Jung told Ori to take the lead.

"You want me to show you the way?" he asked, playing with his straight black hair.

He didn’t look like a sage one bit.

No white hair or wrinkles were spotted on his smooth skin.

Yet Jung believed Vex.

"You are a child as well?" he asked after assigning guide duty to Ori.

[Wish I had an answer to that. But I think I am more of a mature woman.]

"You sound like one, actually."

After that, Jung walked with his newly formed team.

The number count stayed the same, if not counting the players who died because of the cheeky cat.

Suddenly, HugeP whispered to Jung in a low tone.

"Who is he, sir? Is he someone strong, and do we need to be wary of him?"

He was getting more daring. No longer did he lose his words and speak annoyingly politely.

Jung’s heart skipped a beat.

It was time for him to further his reputation and startle players even more.

"Sage archetype god," he answered shortly and added. "He doesn’t look like one, but don’t judge."

Players gasped because Jung said it loudly for them to hear.

It was the reaction he was waiting for, and seeing it embraced his ego and scratched his side, which constantly asked for attention.

Ori was there as well, and he heard it very well.

"Told you he was going to fuck up," Nero commented.

"And I didn’t say to him. He just happened to be here and heard my words."

As for Ori, he didn’t show a reaction, at least on the surface, until he chortled and said,

"I didn’t expect you to disclose it so soon. You certainly remind me of him. Are you his lost child, by any chance? The jester god, I mean... But that’s not it..."