Reincarnated Jester: Taming Players-Chapter 73: Poker Bros

"I want to join this guild," said Jung.

Hearing his declaration, everyone was stunned, excluding Nero, who meowed cutely.

Lola wanted to question his behaviour but found no words for it.

Snowshade guessed he was up to something, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

[You are so devious,] the system’s voice rang in his head.

He himself only cared about the guard’s reaction, and judging from his stupefied expression, Jung deduced how successful his method would be.

Still, he didn’t speak, letting the players decide their fate.

After ten seconds of silent consideration, the guard who recognized him said politely,

"It’s our honour to have you here."

Then he proceeded to show Jung the way inside, and before he asked about his followers, Jung explained,

"They are my pals and want to join as well."

"Really?" exclaimed the friendly guard, leading them inside. "Welcome to our sweet home."

The second guard didn’t display the same attitude.

He remained quiet and observed them with wariness.

"Stay vigilant and don’t let them escape," Jung whispered to Nero, asking her to control entrance and exit at the same time.

"I messaged the vice leaders," the boy spoke. He was the creator archetype. "They should arrive at any minute now."

Jung was all smiles and said, "It’s okay; I’m not in a rush, but I want to meet the entire guild. Can you ask every member to come here and meet me?"

"What are you talking about?" The blue-shirted man spat.

As an everyman archetype, he felt something was amiss and didn’t like how Jung treated them, acting like he owned the place.

The creator guy fully understood Balatro’s identity, the perks he could bring to the guild, and how much other guilds would kill for this opportunity.

"I don’t have enough authority, but officials should be able to do that," he explained, still showing reverence.

Jung understood this time as well, and nodding, he said, "Sure, it’s your domain."

Even though he used small and friendly phrases, his attitude didn’t match.

He looked around with interest, but arrogance was clearly plastered on his face.

Touching the walls and items around him, Jung said, "This place feels empty."

"We just purchased this building, and the members are out most of the time." The creator was kind enough to tell him.

Quickly losing interest, Jung diverted attention to his companions.

"You are recording this, right?" he asked Lola.

After getting confirmation, he winked at Snowshade, followed the creator’s guide, and birthed conversations per his nature.

His questions touched on various topics, starting from archetypes, skills, the player’s system, and the second fracture.

The everyman guard had a terrible temper, and he rarely talked. He was constantly shrugging his shoulders and spoke like an angry drunk man.

The same didn’t apply to the creator, and he was quite pleasant to talk to.

’Shame he will die,’ Jung thought and posed an interesting question.

"I’ve heard about our guild activities, but I want to hear from you guys. How do we generate income, or how do we progress?"

Jung asked excitedly, acting like he approved and even admired their activities.

The creator caught his interest and spoke in an inspiring tone. "Just normal stuff, you know... Killing, stealing, and abusing people. I think you can do a pretty good job at that."

Even though he appeared friendly, there was a sinister side to him, and thinking that the entire world was a game didn’t help either. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"Damn," Jung clapped. "Listening to you makes me want to join even more."

Then they reached the hall, which was even emptier than the other rooms. No sound reached inside, and the dust settled, creating a specific smell and making Nero sneeze.

"Bless me," Jung said, grinning and awaiting the guild members.

Soon, one after another, players arrived, packing the room in no time and creating a loud, intimidating, and heavy atmosphere.

Lola shuddered at the attention she was getting, yet Snowshade didn’t even blink, unfazed by the fact that she was inside a wolf den.

If she wanted to, she could easily clean this place with them.

Seeing their opposite reactions, Jung relished the situation; his heartbeat increased, and blood rushed to his brain, generating possible ways to mess with Poker Bros’ guild.

The ending was decided, but he didn’t want to rush. There was more to experience before it and to craft a perfect story, he opened his darned mouth.

"Morning, dear Poker Bros," he started, and his pitch immediately changed.

"I wasn’t expecting this full-house welcome, and I am kinda royal-flushed. Some of you may already have heard, but I’m planning to join you in your industry, and there is no need for applause."

He said that no one should applaud as if someone would have done so.

There were over five hundred members around him, and the number increased with each passing second.

And one of them, who looked like a vice leader and was a wizard archetype, clad in green magical robes, said. "Why do you want to join us? What is your agenda?"

He asked, not because of concern but purely out of curiosity.

Almost everyone from the guild knew who Balatro was, and based on their knowledge, he was a greedy and egotistic man—perfect for their station, as one might say.

"Play dirty, win big," Jung stated. "My deceased teacher loved to say, and I think this is the right place for me to meet right-minded individuals and play even dirtier than you."

His words brought a wave of uproar as no one suspected anything.

Players liked him, and the emotion was mutual.

However, Jung only saw these guys as dirtbags and waited for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Five minutes later, the time he was waiting for arrived, and the leading figure, surrounded by masked soldiers, showed up.

This was a middle-aged man with a rough beard on his face and skinny legs.

He was a rebel archetype and was enveloped by imposing yet calm authority.

"So it’s really you," he said to Jung. His voice was loud and clear, nearing Jung.

The guild leader was a head taller, and he reeked of cigarettes.

"I heard you want to join our humble guild. Is it true?" he asked with interest, not convinced.

His question made Jung bear his teeth as he smirked.

As a Balatro, he came with a purpose, and counting the players in the hall, he whispered to Snowshade first.

"Don’t act and enjoy the show."

Then he caressed Nero and said,

"You know what to do, buddy. Today is your day, and may you have some fun."