Reincarnated Jester: Taming Players-Chapter 47: Meeting The Chosen One

"I like that you get the Wizard archetype," Nero said out of nowhere as she watched Jung’s new Arc. After reading the description, he also shared the same feeling.

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-Manifest white threads that can link in-range enemies together. Those opponents are bound and share the same status effect. If one bleeds, all of them will.

Jung exclaimed on his bed, almost falling out of it. "What the..." He read it twice and said to Nero, "It reminds me of Shadow Star."

"I thought the same thing," said the cat, leaving his heart and jumping on the bed.

"This is a great skill, and with your help, we can abuse it even more," Jung said, caressing Nero.

All in all, he had a great arsenal of abilities. His main damage dealer was the weapon he made from persona, and based on how oppressive the enemy was, his output increased even more.

Furthermore, he had the means to fight against blood loss and change his identity to Balatro.

Thinking about that made Jung’s heart flutter, growing his desire to meet players and spread his name once again. However, he had some stuff to do, as being a Messiah came first, yet he had no plans of forgetting players.

They were his sidekicks, the huge channel to get a good amount of pills, and, most importantly, players were losers who entertained him.

Jung’s other ability was his mental and physical resistance and the instrument to influence others.

This was still uncharted for him, as the whole potential remained unexplored.

The boy was thinking about his capabilities when the darkness arrived and took him to the dream world. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Holding Nero with his hand, Jung slept like a dead man while hugging the cat tightly.

More than a few hours went by when Jung woke up, feeling replenished and ready to start the next day. The light from outside penetrated the window and lit up the room even more.

Nero escaped his clutches and leapt onto the table, covering the full distance in one jump and observing the place with disdain. "It’s dirty and has barely enough room to move."

Only after Nero mentioned it did Jung look around his chamber.

He had 15 square meters with a small bathroom, which included a bed that was hard as a rock and an empty table with no chair in sight.

"I only need this place to sleep," Jung said, seemingly not bothered by the harsh conditions in which he had to live.

’Is this for only newcomers, or do all these students have it this rough?’ He thought and left the bed, taking a shower and feeling refreshed.

Before exiting the room, he turned off the light he had always kept on when he was inside. Even when he slept...

"I wanted to ask," Nero said, hiding in his heart as Jung strolled downstairs, "why do you always have lights on? Are you afraid of the darkness?"

Jung laughed at the question, but the sadness crept into his face, making his lips tremble. "I am not," he said, grinning wildly. "But she was."

Nero listened carefully and asked in surprise. "Your sister?"

"No. She isn’t like that. Elara is so sparky, I doubt something like that could faze her." His face went from sadness to longing, then to sadness again.

As much as Nero wanted to pry for more, she had enough emotional intelligence to read his feelings and she dropped the subject.

Jung added nothing to the conversation, and, with a newfound happiness that came from who knew where, he hopped around the stairs two steps at a time.

Now he had time to observe this section of the building.

This was part of the academy where the students resided, and, based on a quick study, Jung was confident that Snowshade gave him the worst room on the worst floor.

Not offended by her decision, Jung forgot about the water stain he had seen on his floor, sprinting to reach the cafeteria to meet the students.

The dark, almost lightless stone walls were soon replaced with colourful concrete and bricks, encompassing the main building that stretched longer than imaginable.

Thankfully, Jung had to climb down when the upper limit of the tower was as hidden as the sun in the night sky.

His journey lasted 10 minutes, which was a good morning workout.

Reaching the destination, Jung entered the cafeteria and noticed how busy it was in the morning hours.

This day marked his admission and the first day in the academy.

Soon his lessons and practice would start, and based upon the knowledge he gained, it was demanding on the mind and body equally.

Physically, Jung was 13 years old.

Two to three years younger than other first-year students, but he had more stamina and strength, which gave him zero reason to worry.

His classmates filled the cafeteria, as they didn’t share the same facilities with older students. The Arcane Academy was big enough to accommodate them, and the low number of annual students supported that claim.

With such a low acceptance rate, not even 100 new students were admitted each year.

Yet, an even smaller number of teens could graduate and reach Tier VI, meaning that graduation was even harder than the first three trials.

Jung took a wooden tray, added plates and food to it, and walked around the hall.

Almost everyone looked at him as his successful enrolment became known to all which caused quite an uproar.

There was a long list of his achievements.

Starting with his young age, followed by his closeness to Snowshade, Walt, and the principal that many had witnessed.

But it didn’t end there. Jung used force against Astra, who was a promising student and injured his hand.

If that wasn’t enough, he fought against the senior Tier V student and won, completely thrashing him.

And all of this happened in one day.

Proud of his accomplishments but numb to the stares he got, Jung went to a specific table, causing more turmoil among the onlookers.

Meanwhile, one girl glared at him with hatred, barely containing herself from cutting his throat.

Of course, it was Leora, and she shouted at him.

"Get lost! Don’t you dare sit here!"

Her voice was loud, and everyone heard her, but Jung didn’t even pay attention to this annoying creature, his eyes darting to the boy next to her.

Only the Chosen One deserved his attention, and he acted upon it.

His face devoid of any emotion, Jung’s voice was deep and tranquil. "Good morning, Astra, how is your hand?"