Reincarnated Jester: Taming Players-Chapter 74: Slaughter House

"You know what to do, buddy. Today is your day, and may you have some fun," Jung said, making Nero excited.

"So, should I start?" she asked, waiting for confirmation as the timing was weird.

"Yep," Jung agreed but requested, "Don’t kill the leader, though. Let’s leave him as the last piece of our cake."

"Sure." Nero liked his idea and demanded eagerly, "Throw Shadow Star!"

Not saying anything, Jung locked eyes with the guild leader and threw the item.

As soon as the crystal orb touched the ground, unseen, shadowy threads materialized and enveloped a 10-meter radius.

It didn’t reach most of the players, but it was a suitable range for Nero.

She immediately leapt through the dark threads, vanishing and reappearing in another location.

Then she created a massive, sharp pillar, and before the death descended, meowed cutely.

Finally, chaos erupted, and players realized that something was wrong, but alas, it was too late.

Screams echoed in the hall.

It was music to Jung’s ears, however, the show wasn’t bad either.

Countless players darting around, panicking and confused, created an amusing sight, and Jung enjoyed every second of it.

The guild leader shouted angrily and dashed at Jung, expressing his frustration.

Now Jung had to act as well.

One quick sidestep later, he dodged the approaching man and hacked his hand into his opponent’s neck, dropping him to the ground.

"Stay there and enjoy. Nero is trying really hard to perform magic tricks, and you should at least respect that."

The man roared, summoning strength in his body; his eyes and legs glowed in red hues, showcasing the boost he was getting from the archetype skill.

Yet, it was for nought, as the overwhelming weight of Jung’s ass descended on his back, pinning him to the ground.

Jung’s force was too much for players to bear, as there was at least a three-tier difference, increasing the gap between them without even counting that he had more archetypes.

"You’re so kind," he said, mocking the so-called great leader. "Submitting yourself as a chair. Thanks, I needed that."

The rebel wanted to rebuke, but the pressure on his shoulders increased, lowering his body even further.

So he had to watch as his guild members were slaughtered like pigs, and there was nothing he could do.

"Why are you doing this? Who sent you?" he asked in desperation.

Jung didn’t like the idea of missing the show, so he only glanced at the man with one eye.

"I have a great nose, you know?" he stated, beginning with his bullshit. "This superior sense of smell allows me to whiff entertainment and chances. Luckily for you, this place reeked with both of them."

Having said that, he darted his eye back to Nero, praising her telepathically.

"You motherfucker... At least take your time."

Nero didn’t answer him. She was too immersed in the battle to pay him attention.

Her teleportation skill was so good and precise that players couldn’t even touch her tail.

She was merciless as always, but this time her nature was heightened because of how much she wanted to be freed from the curse.

Jung wanted a piece of the pie as well.

The leader couldn’t help his hunger.

If it wasn’t enough reason, Lola was recording, and he had to show off in front of the camera.

The time when Nero was the prime damage dealer was long gone, meaning he had more opportunities to prove himself.

"Can you look after him?" he asked Snowshade, pointing at the man who couldn’t even get up. "He is soft like a sofa."

Snowshade nodded at his request and stood in front of the man.

As for Jung, without looking back, he dashed, reaching one player after another.

There was no axe in his hand, but his body was mutated to the limits.

It might be excessive, but his goal was to demonstrate as much power as he could.

He had a vast audience, after all.

He counted Snowshade on the list of the people he had to impress.

Even if she believed he was truly a messiah, it didn’t end there, and to prove how promising a student he was, Jung didn’t hold back.

[Wizard Archetype is selected.]

Activating the Keeping Mask and seeing the randomly selected archetype, Jung mused, ’I am going to become whimsical.’

He had no spells to cast and no mana to bully the players, but it didn’t mean he was out of options.

Persona could cover his fists the same way Nero covered her paws with the void element, and, with a boost, his entire existence was augmented for a full ten seconds.

So, Jung punched with all his might.

"You shall not pass," he said like a certain white-bearded wizard and triggered his Arc with the same properties, linking enemies together.

As a result, there were two death bringers in the hall, competing to see who would massacre more players. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Nero’s paws and dark pillars were swift and one-shotted everyone.

Jung’s fists and legs moved in a calculated fashion, and even he was one-tapping players.

The numbers that were in the thousands quickly fell off, leaving dead bodies on the ground, waiting for Jung to devour them.

"Run!" screamed the devastated innocent archetype.

"They are monsters!" wailed another poor soul, fully knowing that no one could save them.

No matter how much they struggled, Nero blocked their way, trapping them inside.

The vice guild leaders died long ago; she targeted them first.

Lola watched and filmed the entire thing. Whatever she saw was so foreign and out of this world that she didn’t know what to think.

"Is this how people fight in this world?" she asked Snowshade, who appeared calm, even with the interest she was staring.

"Not to this degree," she answered. "I have never seen so many people die at once, but killing and dying is normal here."

"I see," the girl said, a fighting spirit ignited inside her.

As for Jung, he thoroughly enjoyed every second of his battle.

Fists weren’t his favourite problem solver, but they did a pretty good job most of the time.

Swinging his arm and aiming it at the abdomen, Jung slayed another Tier II guy, his muscles aching for more, and five minutes later, only three players remained alive.

One was the guild leader, and the other two were the guards who led them in.

"I left them to you," Nero grinned and hopped on his shoulders.