Reincarnation with AI (Unemployment-Free)

Chapter 80 Social Discipline

Holding "The Three Musketeers and the Labyrinth" in my hands, I walked towards the library.

Rudius was still unsure what to do.

I looked down at the road and walked slowly.

On one hand, she was thinking about whether she should go home first to change her mood and calm down; on the other hand, she was thinking about whether she could change the storybook and find a reason to talk to Alice.

But this is probably futile.

Rudeus finished reading "The Three Musketeers and the Labyrinth" in just a few days. Since he was only teaching Kyrie Ian to read, there was no need to change the book, so he never changed it.

During the Cold War, Alice, unable to bear it any longer, stopped coming.

The morning lessons now are just Rudeus teaching Gilead.

Once Alice was no longer a concern, the lesson became an extremely simple set of ten math problems, plus writing ten words in the teaching aids.

The teaching content was completed in less than ten minutes.

Rudius sighed—it was so easy.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a red dress.

Rudius looked up and saw that it was Philip's wife, Hilda Boreas Grerat.

Rudius already knew the other person's name, but given his casual nature, he wouldn't greet him.

However, here, a polite greeting is a better choice.

Holding the book in one hand, Rudius greeted the other person with a nobleman's salute, "Good morning, madam, since we haven't formally greeted each other yet."

"Tsk." Hilda stopped, glanced at Rudeus, and clicked her tongue.

Then, as if he hadn't seen Rudius, he raised his chin and left.

He slowly withdrew his outstretched hand, not feeling particularly embarrassed.

Rudius tried to console himself: the other party was like this because their child was being fostered in the capital.

Rudius hugged the book back to his chest, his mind blank as he walked toward the library.

Counting the bricks on the ground, we soon arrived at the entrance of the library.

Looking up into the library, Philip was sitting in his familiar spot, handling official business.

Philip seems to be a frequent visitor.

"Good morning, Uncle Philip," Rudius greeted Philip as he approached.

"Oh, good morning, Rudius." Philip put down his quill, looked up at Rudius with a smile, and asked, "Why didn't you come for breakfast this morning?"

"I'm not in the mood to stand by and watch you guys eat," Rudeus muttered to himself, then explained quietly, "Because after eating it twice, I realized I'm not really used to eating breakfast—"

"Really?" Philip continued with a playful smile, "I distinctly remember you enjoying it so much."

"That's because Uncle Philip's bread is tastier," Rudius replied with a polite smile.

"I see," Philip said casually, turning his gaze to the book in Rudius's arms, and asked, "Are you here to return the book?"

"Yes," Rudius nodded.

Philip looked up from the book and back at Rudius’s face.

"How's that book going?"

"Very interesting," Rudius replied truthfully. "It would also be excellent as a literacy textbook."

"Is there anything else?"

"The three swordsmen have very different personalities, and their way of cooperating is also very interesting," Rudeus added after a moment's thought. "Of course, Miss Alice's story is also very interesting."

"The way you talk sometimes doesn't sound like a seven-year-old," Philip said, his tone not sarcastic but rather somewhat wistful.

After a pause, Philip gestured for Rudius to sit down, then continued, "Aren't you going to tell me about Alice?"

Rudius placed the book on the table and sat down opposite Philip.

Philip and Alice have been giving each other the cold shoulder for a week, so it's only natural that he would find out.

Or rather, who in this family doesn't know about this?

Philip put down his quill, leaned back in his chair, and gestured for the butler to pour tea, clearly wanting to have a serious talk about the matter.

Rudius carefully chose his words, avoiding Philip's gaze, his eyes following the butler's movements before finally settling on the red tea.

I was wrong.

He only got hit once, and he reacted so strongly.

I must have been wrong.

Rudius, who was trying to figure out how to explain things to Philip, realized that he was only angry about something he disliked, but he didn't seem to have any right to ask Alice to apologize.

It's not a big deal for a boy to get hit, no matter who you are.

So being angry is entirely Rudeus's own problem.

Holding the teacup in his hands, Rudius looked at the tea and recalled the scene, recounting it truthfully to Philip.

"Do you want Alice to apologize?" Philip asked in surprise after hearing Rudius's description.

Rudius didn't know how to respond, and the two fell into a brief silence.

"I'm not blaming you," Philip said again, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather. "I know that child's temper better than anyone."

With that, Philip gave a wry smile. "If you want to get along with Alice, you'd better get used to it as soon as possible."

"Okay." Rudius nodded honestly.

Philip picked up his teacup and took a sip. He saw Rudius sitting there silently, showing no intention of getting up to leave.

Philip asked, "Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

"No, that's all." Rudius hesitated for a moment, then denied it.

Seeing Rudius's expression, Philip shook his head, ignored him, and picked up his quill to continue working.

Listening to the rustling sound of the quill pen sliding across the paper, Rudius stared at the tea in his hand and realized he should leave.

Looking at the black tea in my hand.

I should put the tea back on the table—but isn't it a waste not to have drunk any myself?

After taking a sip of black tea, I placed the teacup on the table.

Rudius rose, picked up the book, bowed to Philip, and walked into the library.

But isn't it a waste to only take a sip from a whole cup of tea?

Worried about the red tea, Rudeus put "The Three Musketeers and the Labyrinth" back in its place and stared blankly at the title.

Should we ask Philip for help?

Rudius, his mind a bit foggy, passed the question to AI.

An apology is meaningless if it's forced.

Memories of his past life flooded back, and Rudeus suddenly realized.

Isn't this just tattling to the parents?

Alice's classmates must have used this trick too.

Rudius sat down on the floor and leaned against the bookshelf.

If I actually do that, then I'll really get a beating from Alice.

Philip knew this, didn't he? Was he waiting for me to speak up first?

But what can I say?

Rudius then recalled the issue of apologies, wondering why he hadn't had the right to demand one.

Since his reincarnation, Rudeus has felt himself becoming more and more like a child.

Shaping is a two-way street.

An adult's soul shapes the body, and a young body shapes the soul in the same way.

Over seven years, he learned to be affectionate and to maintain relationships with others.

The jobless world is different from modern society; there is no internet here.

Although Rudeus lived under the same roof as his parents in his previous life, it was common for him to go for days without speaking.

Everyone has their own things to do, and their work hours overlap. Family members living in the same city and under the same roof may not even see each other for a week.

Genuine communication was virtually nonexistent.

The grief of losing one's parents is real, but so is the lack of communication with one's parents from a past life.

After being reincarnated, Rudeus was able to return to a life where every meal was eaten together with his family.

These are happy days that I haven't had since I started high school in my previous life.

Senis's love allowed Rudeus to rediscover his instinct to be affectionate, and the mundane routines of daily life helped him rebuild his connection with people.

But life after reincarnation was just too smooth.

Paul and Senis would both take the initiative to approach Rudius.

Lilia and Sylphie are also kind people, and they are on our side.

The only bullying incident that was truly abhorrent was also ignored by Rudius.

They simply chased the other party away and refused to interact with those unruly kids.

So after arriving in Roya and starting to actively build relationships with people, I felt like I was constantly hitting walls.

After the cold war with Alice, he felt even more suffocated.

This suffocation makes one's mind stagnate.

Alice's habit of hitting people and her aversion to pain are simply impossible to coexist.

This is the discomfort of leaving a haven of comfort.

Rudeus's past consciousness gradually peeled away, and reason began to take absolute control.

He saw the child from his past life, sitting alone outside the crowd.

He looked back at the child sitting alone in the library.

The two children also felt Rudius's gaze and looked back at him.

Rudius remained silent, though he could urge the two children to stand up, blend into the crowd, and apologize to Alice.

But he won't do that.

The right choice was right in front of him, but Rudius ignored it.

Is it really correct?

"You two wait here, I'll go check ahead"—Rudeus said to the two children, then turned his gaze away, ignoring everything before him, and walked straight ahead with an indifferent look—"Let the dirty adults handle the rest."

Real-world problems are often a mixture of multiple issues.

To solve this, we need to identify them one by one.

Let's start by addressing the issue of stance that I realized during my conversation with Philip.

When facing himself, Rudius didn't think it was wrong to ask for an apology, so why did he think it was wrong when facing Philip?

Where does this feeling of being wrong come from?

Who instilled this belief in me?

Rudius walked through his memories, editing fragments into text as if in casual conversation, and sent them to the AI.

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"It's nothing for a boy to get hit."

"Resilience" is defined as enduring hardship.

"Boys shouldn't cry."

Boys are taught from a young age that "a man does not easily shed tears."

"Boys should protect girls."

A man's value is often narrowly defined as that of a "provider" and a "protector."

"You must be strong."

If you feel wronged, confiding in others will be seen as "weakness."

Various opinions began to emerge, only to be analyzed and refuted.

Rudeus suddenly realized that his parents had never made such a request of him in his previous life.

So I grew up to be a child who cries easily.

In my past life, my memories of crying consisted only of my mother's embrace and my father's troubled face.

These elements were indeed incorporated into Paul's own education.

But that means just going through it once.

Rudius is a good kid who can learn something after being taught it only once.

He is also a despicable adult who begins to avoid harm even at the language stage.

Moreover, Rudius is actually not afraid of pain.

During sword sparring, Paul did manage to hit Rudius, and the pain he felt was then channeled into aggression.

He would be excited and thrilled by it.

Paul's strength was always just right; Rudius wouldn't even use healing magic to alleviate the pain.

Rudius does indeed hate pain, but he hates pain that comes from nowhere.

Pain without reason.

Alice's question was: What right do you have to hit me?

Rudius's reason for not apologizing is: Why should I give in to you?

My true self would not forgive such a thing.

Unjustified and wrongful violence is not permissible.

He doesn't need to get used to this pain, he doesn't need to be "strong".

You need to get angry when you're in this kind of situation!

It didn't take much effort for Rudius to crush the thought of "I was wrong".

He turned his gaze to the sounds that had once reached his ears.

In conclusion, Rudius realized that this was a form of discipline.

Upon further reflection, those disciplining voices directed at the girls also echoed in Rudeus's mind.

Rudius decided to go a little further.

Be gentle.

Your rough edges need to be smoothed out, your dissatisfaction needs to be resolved, and your existence shouldn't cause trouble for anyone.

"Like a girl."

It doesn't describe what a girl should be like; it dictates what a girl "should" be.

Rudius recalled a passage, but couldn't quite remember it, so he used AI as a search engine to start asking questions.

The passage you mentioned is a very famous argument by Simone de Beauvoir in "The Second Sex".

A man's greatest fortune is that, whether in adulthood or childhood, he must embark on an extremely arduous path, but it is the most reliable one.

A woman's misfortune lies in being surrounded by almost irresistible temptations; everything lures her to take the easy path; she is not required to strive upwards, but encouraged to slide down to bliss.

By the time she realized she had been deceived by a mirage, it was too late; her strength had been exhausted in the failed adventure.

This wasn't the first time Rudius had seen this sentence.

Rudius, who had years of teaching experience, immediately realized that this was an explanation of a universal educational approach, simply about "starting anew."

Moreover, this method has existed since ancient times, based on the most basic physiological structure and survival instincts of men and women, and has continuously evolved and gradually settled into a kind of collective unconscious, passed down from generation to generation.

The physiological structure of men dictates that they often assume the role of protecting the community, acquiring resources, and defending against external enemies.

Women are often seen as a resource.

In war, men are killed and women are taken away.

Even an illiterate general would make this decision.

Does this actually align with societal norms that define men and women?

Is it that genes are manipulating humans?

Rudius suddenly felt that these rules were not just something people came up with, but rather something that grew out of their bones.

Realizing there was no answer ahead, Rudius stopped.

He turned around and walked back.

As Rudeus watched the memories flash by, he asked himself—was this an ancestral band that never bound me? The return always comes faster than the departure.

Rudius returned to the two children, looking at "the right path" with disdain.

What about Alice?

Alice is clearly an exception.

In Rudyus's mind, the so-called nobles were the most etiquette-conscious beings.

Alice wasn't forced to be a lady, was it just out of Philip's affection, or did Philip also foresee this outcome?

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