On the New Leaf Plains, a single player was facing another as a crowd huddled together in the back.
Jack rested his gaze on the man responsible for the chicken fighting ring. He was a young lad with big dreams and too little sense. He wore a colorful red outfit that wasn't armor for sure.
"So you're the one to blame for this?" Jack simply stated.
The youngster suddenly tensed. He wasn't one to cower in front of others, yet he did. The man, no the being in front of him was the freaking Demon King!
He looked so nonchalant, but his eyes were full of overwhelming power. How could one's eyes be powerful?! It shouldn't be, and yet that's what he felt. But even as he slowly bent his straight back, the youngster kept making eye contact:
"Greetings, this place is called Bloody Chicks. The finest establishment of chicken fights in the entire Infinite!" He forced himself to utter clearly.
"Establishment? I don't see any establishment. All I see is a couple of players circle jerking to white chicks shaking their asses."
It took all the man's self-control not to choke at that moment. What the heck was up with this phrasing?!
"We didn't have time for anything better. It can't be helped…chickens take a while to tame." He mumbled under his breath.
"It takes YOU a while to tame them." Jack corrected. A true tamer could have done it before the thing could have said Cluck! "Let me guess. You've been making a profit on these?" His smile was void of warmth.
The youngster felt the weight of that smile. Lie? Tell the truth? Fake a heart attack? Could he even trick this devil? No, excuses wouldn't do.
"Y-yes, Sir. I've made 42 credits as a cut."
"How long did that take?"
"T-three days of preparation, and today I collected."
Four days for 40 credits? This sure was pitiful. He could make more in a single dungeon run. But was this all that this could do? A few players had thought of something similar in the past, but would the local powers allow this? Hell no!
Also, try explaining to an NPC that the profits are collected in Credits. Fastest way to end up in jail— or worse! Reverence for the braves? What about it? Could it be eaten?!
"Hehe, kid. Do you know what will happen to you?" Jack chuckled icily.
Instantly the youngster's hair stood on his arms as he gulped loudly. "H-how about I give the earnings to you, and we just consider the whole thing an experiment?" He tentatively asked.
"Nope, you're screwed, kid." The man turned deathly white. "Follow me to accept your punishment." Jack grinned.
Would he just accept his fate? Yes, yes, he would. This man had singlehandedly driven a guild away from the game. Mighty Dragons? More like Cowardly Dra-Fucking-Gone!
His heart thumped loudly as the Demon King brought him to the training grounds. What? This was a safe zone. Was he going to force him into a public beat down? His heart thumped so loudly that he almost didn't hear the conversation with the NPC.
"Hey, Igor! I want to erect a building in the New Leaf plains. Can I?"
"If you want to have it torn down by the village chief, then sure, ROFL."
"….ROFL? Braves are a bad influence on you. Anyway, can I build something here then?"
"HERE!? In MY training grounds?! You dare!" He bellowed loudly, startling every player in the tutorial.
"You'll get your cut."
"Hahaha, of course I don't mind. I'm sure that you'll add something that will benefit us all. Am I right!" He heartily laughed, having done a complete 180.
Jack then turned toward the players nearby. It just turned out that many were staring at him in awe. These were the brainwash— enlightened members of D.L., as seen by their emblem.
"All of you. I need people to build me an arena. I want it to look professional and to be done ASAP. Who's up to the task?!" Hearing Jack's shout, countless replied.
"The Demon King calls for aid! And Roman will answer!"
"This will be the most wicked arena ever!"
"Now is the time to prove our loyalty!"
"We'll raze the entire forest if need be!"
Oh, and they were all fucking shouting. It was as if they were worried that the world wouldn't know of their heroic deed. Was this the equivalent of posting charity pics on Instantgram? Nope, they were just hella motivated!
Many more players ran over as if ants attracted by honey. Some wanted to repay his benevolence. Others were after the rewards that would inevitably follow. Many genuinely wished to repay D.L. for the guidance.
Amidst the crowd, many newbies had just joined the game. They watched this event happen in flabbergasted awe.
"W-what is this?!"
"Is that a new quest?"
"Why's everyone going there?!"
The old-timers could only chuckle while sneering.
"This, newbie, is the Demon King's call. You won't find it in any other village."
"They say every village has its fair share of hidden tiger and crouching dragons…."
"Haha, in New Leaf, even if they exist, they won't even dare breath loudly! That's how dominating this guy is!"
Jack was contentedly nodding. So many strapping slaves! He clasped the shoulder of the chicken guy. He could barely breathe at this sudden reversal:
"Alright, I'm counting on you. You better maximize the profits. If you screw up, don't bother logging back." Perhaps only he could utter such a threat so casually yet so effectively.
"All of you, once the construction is done, you can get free sausages from the faction, enjoy the arena freely for a day, plus a VIP status! Take care!" He waved as he and a little wolf disappeared into the chicken dungeon.
As soon as he left, the shouts thundered even louder.
"Let's have it done before he comes back!"
"Can we build it? Yes, we can!"
"Hell yeah!"
They all charged toward the forest like capitalists smelling money. But instead of making toilet paper with that wood, it would be a glorious unholy arena!
As for succeeding before he came back? This was bound to be a failure. Somehow, 10 minutes later, he was already out, his handsome shadow now adorning brand new earrings.
But only a few saw it. He was akin to a mirage as he instantly went back in…
