The System Guild

Chapter 3

By the time Germ woke up, Cricket was no were in sight. Instead, she was surrounded by a variety of masked performers.

"Who is this idiot?"

"What was Master Cricket thinking?"

"Had he gone insane? 'Have this fool perform on stage'?!"

"Have this fool perform on stage."

That was enough to send Germ into panic mode. What did this guy meant by saying that? She was going to perform? On stage? On stage for these twisted clowns?

The man who said this, a jester, was clicking his tongue and waving his hands about. There were three perriots crying silently while two clowns giggled.

"Silver, what happened while I was out?" Germ cried.

[Boss, he carried you into his manor and addressed everyone that you will be his personal assistant for shows and whatnot. Many people are envious...Clytia is a truly confusing world] Silver sighed.

"Look at this thing!" One of the clowns picked at Germ's hair. "How are we supposed to work with an idiot that has its memories reset every week?"

That's a thing...Germ's eyes were castes down.

Why was this a dystopia? What is a dystopia?

Clytia is a world runner by the wackos. The people labeled as harlequins and jesters are at its peak. They can manipulate people's brain and trick those that are below them. The clowns and perriots are not as smart, but they can perform some tricks and attention-getters. They are servants to the top dogs. As for the idiots and fools...they are almost like slaves, just waiting for a collar to wrap around their necks.

Every week, a idiot's mind will be reset, forgetting the majority of their memories from the past week. If an idiot were to come into contact with a person frequently, then the idiot will still be able to retain its memories. However, it's memories of such person will fade away once contact with such person cease.

Just like Germ's parents.

Germ, feeling a sense of hurt, forced herself to suppress the tears. She glared at the ground, ignoring the clowns playing and probing her.

Germ's parents were Tarot card makers, but they had been taken away by a clown wanting to by their shop. Dispute the couple's protests, it had been well over a week since they last saw Germ and the shop. The two only had each other...until they, too, were separated and sold into slavery. Germ's parents were shipped to different regions of Clytia. One worked at a textile factory while the other worked to serve under a master.

"Hey, do you reckon this fool even forgot Master Cricket? What will happen then, haha!" The jester continued to make similar jokes to mock Germ.

Everyone laugh at the jester's jeering jests.

"Alright, everyone! Get back to work," the jester cleared his throat after hours of talking, "I'll deal with this...fool."

His words slurred when Germ looked up at him. This was the first time that she looked up, and in her eyes were...mockery.

"What is it?" He threw at her, "what are you looking at this grand jester like so? Follow me!"

"This foolish girl can't compare to the imbeciles present," she sneered, "where is that Master you speak of, Cricket? I want to return home!"