Reincarnated Jester: Taming Players-Chapter 59: Serial Offender

"Offend? What are you talking about?" Jung feigned innocence, slashing approaching goblins.

"Are you sure it was me? How can I offend someone?" he asked and watched as his group joined the battle.

"I am getting annoyed when I am looking at you," Nero said, not masking her thoughts. novelbuddy.cσ๓

Jung shook his head.

Confusion changed his previous killing demeanour.

He waited for the system to deliver the message.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to linger too long, Vex said in a deeper and rougher voice, mimicking the god. [DIE. DIE. DIE.]

Puzzled, Jung dedicated a few seconds to slaying goblins before finally asking,

"Are you for real? Is that guy Chuunibyou or mental? Why is he acting like an angry kid?"

[You should be the last person to say that,] the system retorted.

[There is nothing more. Have fun fighting.] She added, then went quiet.

’I can’t believe those guys,’ Jung thought, ignoring the report altogether; he went back to killing.

Most goblins were everyman archetypes, yet occasionally explorers and rebels would appear.

They were weaker than he initially thought, meaning farming them was an easy and quick process, not demanding too much of his effort.

Keeping Mask Arc only lasted ten seconds.

During this time, his rebellious personality was augmented, and he displayed more brutality and quickness.

It had an hour cooldown.

But the boost it provided made losing a small amount of persona worthwhile. ’Wonder what will happen when a hero or wizard is selected,’ he thought and concentrated on his second Arc.

White Beard easily became his favourite ability.

With easily changeable targets and effects, this Arc single-handedly transformed his fighting style.

If Jung wounded one of the linked goblins, it meant the second one would get the same wound.

Even though it carried only 50% of the original power, it didn’t change the fact of how useful it truly was.

Compared to Jung, some members of his team struggled. Mostly it was Mira and Barni.

The first was inexperienced and afraid; her movements were too calculated and careful.

She only acted when she was sure of her safety.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for sage archetypes.

Even if she was Tier III, Mira had only one offensive skill, which embodied the magical spears she created via her words.

Barni, on the other hand, was a completely different matter.

He was carelessly jumping around from one place to another.

There were no thoughts behind his actions. He purely acted like a fool jester who didn’t understand the battlefield.

In over five instances, Astra had to save his ass and farm some teamwork points on the side.

The caregiver’s every motion was dedicated to looking after them.

Astra didn’t save persona and used it to the limit to buff and heal others.

He was like a perfect guardian.

Protection and support were all he could do.

"Nope," Jung muttered. "You aren’t fooling me, buddy. I know your ugly face, and I am going to make it even more hideous."

Watching the fight unfold, Jung didn’t change his goals.

He was set on killing Astra on this field trip, and the way things were going didn’t interfere with him in the slightest.

The cave had enough room for them to move.

The scene was like a shot from a military movie: corpses littered the ground, blood filled the place, and monsters appeared non-stop.

Only the sound of metal hitting each other and flesh being torn filled the air.

No child should be part of this.

However, Jung would easily become the youngest student to witness such scenes.

Moreover, he was the most lethal.

With each passing second, his kill count kept increasing, making Gwen’s counting job harder.

Yet Jung’s counters rose with no complications.

[Truth Lantern] Tier I

Progress: 37/1000

This one was slow. Just obliterating 1000 creatures was no easy feat, but he was getting there.

As for his Keeper Arc, there was good news about it.

<Shifting Cloud Stage: 0/5

Progress: 95%

Not much was left before Jung upgraded his mutation ability.

Of course, there was a caveat.

The greater the progress he made, the more his pain after deactivating the transformation was amplified.

Thankfully, Jung wasn’t afraid of the pain.

He was looking forward to it, knowing that his senses would be heightened even further.

Shifting Cloud was devouring only the corpses Jung had taken the life of.

Generated mists covered the area, and it didn’t take a genius to understand Jung was the cause.

Unaided, this Arc cleaned the remains, creating enough space for the whole team.

No one stopped their actions.

Even if they tired themselves out, the squad prevailed.

Jung was bloodied.

From top to bottom, he was almost fully painted with blood.

The smell, the dizzy and dirty feeling it brought, reminded him of his past. Yet his hands never stopped swinging.

His legs stomped on the ground, crushing bones under his feet and giving him enough force to carry on.

"This surely wasn’t the threat the god promised." While Jung was always silly, he knew not to underestimate his enemy.

Especially someone so powerful and untouchable.

However, Jung was a serial offender and would get more foes.

Including but not limited to the Ruler god and followed by the Archeons.

The life he got and the future he chose demanded his actions, and he would never back down.

He never did it in his previous incarnations, and wouldn’t do it in this lifetime, either.

Extremely so when Jung couldn’t even imagine himself without his loving family.

That’s why, with a series of aimed chops, he cleaved limbs and heads one after another.

Like a machine made for killing, Jung swung, struck, slashed, hacked, and cut with his axe, lifting it in the air every single time to accumulate more deaths.

No matter what he did, no matter how many goblins Jung and the party killed, their numbers never declined.

Those monsters kept coming from the depths.

As if there was an infinite spawning point for them.

"There shouldn’t have been so many," said Gwen, her voice shaded with concern, but there was something unusual and alarming about her.

Her voice and expression didn’t match.

The supervisor grinned evilly, indicating that something was wrong, and Jung was the first one to notice it.

"Damn it," he spat, angry at himself. "We are fucked."