Reincarnated Jester: Taming Players-Chapter 55: Triumph

Jung proved his abnormal knowledge about Ronan by mentioning his step-siblings and his archetype, which only a selected few knew.

The boy didn’t like that fact, but there was nothing he could do except fight to make Jung muted about his secrets.

As for Jung, he was thrilled when he got a chance to test his Tier V status.

His strength, stamina, agility, and vitality were increased.

Not only that, but the addition of Shifting Cloud transformed him into an unstoppable force on the field.

Yet, it didn’t end there.

Jung finally found an opportunity to use his hero archetype Arc.

Heroic Barrier was ready to activate, and Jung would employ it the second he found a need for it.

Ronan was quick to his feet.

He appeared before Jung and swung his sword at his chest, aiming to cut it open.

Jung, on the other hand, had spectacular observation skills.

His concentration stood above all, and even if his eyes and hearing were one step late, his instincts kicked in and moved his body.

Dodging one strike after another, Jung felt the air pressure that was created when Ronan used his hands.

The boy had some kind of dominating ability, forcing those around him to submit.

This skill created a dark blue hue, covering the whole arena, and made breathing challenging.

It was part of the ruler archetype, which wasn’t a rare and demanding archetype for nothing.

Not everyone was worthy of that title and the status it brought.

Jung cared about none of that.

Dancing colours around him were specifically limited to the rebel shape by the system, even when Jung used the Heroic Barrier and blocked the attacks in his direction.

The barrier he created was good enough only for physical damage, as it only barricaded the sword and not the mental attack.

However, Jung had a resilience that could easily handle oppression from Tier III.

As for the battle, it became a pure spectacle, while Ronan couldn’t gain any advantages.

Jung should have been weaker, slower, and practically with zero experience.

But the younger boy proved his opponent wrong and dominated the fight.

The axe was sharp, as it was quick and heavy.

Every swing Jung delivered made Ronan’s hands cry in pain, and even when Jung was on the receiving end, his defence was like an impregnable fortress.

Followed by the barrier, he could spawn and cover almost his whole body.

Jung had more opportunities to take an offensive stance and not care about defending himself.

Though he had to pay attention to the persona in his body, because if he was out of it, Jung wouldn’t even be able to keep his axe, resulting in him losing his only weapon.

Fortunately, he knew when to use his new Arc, and finding precise timing to move was a simple task for him.

Seeing how lacking and fragile he was compared to the child, Ronan became agitated.

He was the ruler, destined to conquer, control, and lead people.

Ronan’s ambition was high, and that’s why he endured every hardship he got from his siblings.

He never backed down, allowing them to bully him as he gritted his teeth and waited for the suitable time to act.

Yet, the new guy appeared.

Much younger than him, and no matter which angle Ronan aimed at, Jung was always steps ahead of him.

This created resentment in his heart, growing into the power he wanted to express and beat Jung with it.

Kicking Ronan to his knees, Jung’s mind wasn’t occupied with thoughts.

He only hoped to meet Elara, and this drive controlled his movements.

Making Ronan’s legs ache and throw themselves at the ground, Jung proudly towered over the boy and heaved his axe.

Jung’s one attempt was barely sidestepped.

This single action demanded too much energy for Ronan to bear, and as Jung calculated his patterns and the path he would take, he accelerated again and confronted the swordsman head-on.

Locking his target, Jung didn’t let the boy out of his radar, and with persistent slashes, Ronan’s body accumulated enough wounds for the teacher to get involved.

Jung didn’t come out completely unscathed, either.

Heroic Barrier was still in the testing stages when he overestimated its defensive capabilities, and Ronan easily bypassed it.

The only thing he got was a couple of scratches, enough to bleed, but far from dangerous. Especially when Jung’s old skill that literally said he shall not bleed still worked, closing his wounds.

Dodging some slashes might have been possible, but doing so required him to be less offensive, and Jung’s body wasn’t at that flexibility level for him to evade everything.

Still, he was getting there, and this battle proved that. "This is my perfect victory," he said to Ronan.

Hearing him speak, the ruler clicked his tongue, knowing that he had to uphold the promise they made.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, though he was reluctant to do so.

"Not right now. Rest, and we can talk tomorrow on a field trip."

Jung wanted to act against the Chosen One, and considering how things might go down, using Ronan was a good backup plan.

The boy nodded as the teacher treated his wounds.

As for Jung, he left the arena, not bothered by the noise the onlookers made, he found various equipment to keep practising.

Of the students who watched his performance and training, two of them were Mira and Leora.

It seemed like the girls were friendly with each other, but Astra still never showed up.

Leora’s gaze lingered on Jung.

Proving her disdain, she flipped the middle finger at him.

’That’s cute,’ Jung thought and smiled, knowing his cheerful expression would make the girl angrier.

After doing so, he forgot about everyone. Increasing his concentration, he trained and was the last one to leave the gym.

Exhausted but in a great mood, Jung arrived in his small chamber, allowed Nero to join him in his room, and slept like a king.

The next morning wasn’t peaceful.

The loud shouting and talking woke him up. Students were excited about their first real lesson.

Meeting with monsters wasn’t an everyday occurrence, and most of the students were scared.

The same couldn’t be said about Jung when he quickly took a shower and left his room to meet others.

Thankfully, his parents had packed enough clothes for him to change, so he didn’t have to wear the same torn outfit.

According to the professors—as Walt warned him—they had to meet in the great hall and then go on the trip.

’I am going to farm those monsters,’ Jung thought. ’The Chosen One will be killed, and Shifting Cloud will rank up.’

This was his goal for the day.

He had a lot to do, yet reality didn’t always follow his schedule.