Reincarnation with AI (Unemployment-Free)

Chapter 88 Night Raid

Murder requires violence, and the use of violence requires a reason.

This is a question that a modern person must consider.

To save his mother, he needed to hunt and desensitize himself.

Rudius cannot take away other people's lives as a matter of course; that would create a moral burden.

He won't wait until he actually takes action to think about these things, nor will he belatedly realize them after he has already taken action.

To illustrate this point, knowing that you can easily kill someone and actually doing it are two different things.

Obviously, actually taking action is impossible.

So there's no need to overthink it.

But now, Rudius is actually considering the possibility of killing Thomas.

Rudius found it strange—in novels, killing someone can be done easily, without any psychological burden.

But in the end, that's not a real person, just a protagonist in a wish-fulfillment novel who was randomly refreshed by a great fortune. There's no need to think too much about it.

Killing itself becomes an absolutely simple symbol, an ultimate rhetoric for resolving conflict.

However, physical fitness is an absolute red line, almost always retaining its "realistic weight." No matter how you look at it, the protagonist can kill all of humanity, but he can never improve his physical fitness on just one person.

No reader would accept it.

It's like a sign on a cliff edge; it can't prevent everyone from jumping off, but it tells most people that it's wrong.

Why does such a false world exist?

Why would a serial killer not exercise and help others?

Isn't it obvious which one is more violent?

To give an extreme example, it's as ridiculous as if I threw two nuclear bombs into the ground during my daytime life, but then I wasn't allowed to eat boiled eggs when I got home.

Rudius found it interesting, so he started chatting with the AI.

They talked about everything from creative work to murder, from murder to violence, to civilization, and finally, "Why do I exist?"

That's how chatting with AI is; no matter what the topic is at the beginning, it always ends up becoming a very serious issue.

But Rudius was enjoying it.

Many questions that had never been considered before began to have a basis for judgment, and paths that had never been imagined appeared in the misty fog.

In the endless conversations, I also saw my own sign.

When I saw Thomas again, I felt much more relaxed.

If you jump again, I'll smash your head in!

Recently, Rudeus has stopped attending Edna's classes and has started learning the language of the Beast Gods.

The most important thing in learning a language is to have an immersive language environment.

Looking back, learning a foreign language in a jobless world was truly a wonderful thing.

As a child, she was held in Senis's arms and taught human language. As she grew older, she learned demon language from Lokishi and beast language from so many beast maids.

Rudeus, whose English was terrible in his previous life, now genuinely feels that learning foreign languages ​​is good, and that foreign languages ​​should be learned.

In fact, the classification of languages ​​in this world is quite simple.

The central continent where Rudeus is located uses human language. Although the entire continent is divided into three parts—north, west, and south—by the Crimson Dragon Mountains, the language itself is at most the difference between American English and British English.

On the continent of Milis, humans still use human language, while the beastmen in the great forests use the language of the beast gods.

The continent of Bekarit uses the language of the God of War.

The Celestial Continent uses the language of the gods.

The Demon Continent uses the language of the Demon Gods.

The remaining sea areas will use the language of the sea god.

Apart from humans, all others have the word "god" in their names.

In this light, it's clear that the God of Man is a cunning old fox. Not only did he not appear on the list of the seven great powers, but he also avoided mentioning the cultural records themselves.

Rudius then reconsidered.

Would a monster who would relentlessly attack someone in their face do something like this?

Since it contains the word "god," the language itself is a kind of faith, and the races on each continent use the name of that god as the name of their language.

So, is it possible that it was taken away?

Who is it? And why did they do this?

Although he didn't understand why, Rudius instinctively felt a chill down his spine after he began to delve into history.

Is he the Demon Emperor?

Rudeus remembered that in the original work, the Demon Emperor knew of the existence of gods and humans and reminded the original protagonist, telling him who the apostles of the gods and humans were, although the original protagonist didn't listen.

But can she really do that?

Rudius was unaware of the answer and could only put his doubts aside for the time being.

After the afternoon swordsmanship lesson, Rudeus went to the library again to borrow books.

"Hey, Rudius," Philip greeted in a casual tone.

"Uncle Philip," Rudius said, bowing.

"I heard you've been sleeping with the maids lately," Philip teased.

"Ah, I see," Rudeus replied sheepishly.

"Hahaha, so you really are a member of the Greirat family after all." Philip said flippantly, moving closer to Rudius and asking, "So? Which one do you like the most?"

"Which one do you like?" Rudeus paused slightly, then the image of Liliana's gently twitching rabbit ears flashed in his mind.

Liliana.

"Oh~? The ears?" Philip thought for a moment, then shared with a delighted expression, "Those are very nice, but I prefer Lenaliyah's tail."

"Hmm? Why?" Rudius asked, looking at Philip who seemed very eager to share.

"Looks like you still have a long way to go." Philip paused for a moment, then added, "I used to really like Liliana too, until I discovered that Lenalia's tail would tremble as it slowly straightened from a curl, and that process was just so beautiful."

As he spoke, Philip gestured with his hand, as if he were stroking the fluffy tail.

Rudius looked bewildered for a moment before realizing what Philip was talking about.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted; Rudius's heart began to pound.

In his previous life, no guide had ever discussed this topic with him so openly.

The young virgin could only nod blankly, listening to Philip's words of experience.

Seeing Rudius's reaction, Philip chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, teasingly saying, "Oh dear, I was worried you'd mess around, but it seems you're still a long way off." Then, his tone shifted to seriousness, "However, even if you're going to bother the maids, you need to know your limits, understand?"

Startled by Philip's sudden "opening of his eyes," Rudius honestly replied, "I was just sleeping with them, mainly to learn the Beast God's language—"

"I see." Philip resumed his squinting posture, waved his hand, and turned to leave, saying, "I hope you have fun."

Watching the other person leave, Rudeus was momentarily lost in thought.

The storybook in my hand has lost its appeal.

The images of the maids kept appearing in my mind.

Besides Liliana and Renalia, there is also the sweet-looking cat-eared maid Felicia Tederludia and the cute goat-eared maid Sheryl Shipludia, who also has a pair of adorable little goat horns.

Of course, there are more than just these four beastmen maids in this house; they just live in the same "dormitory".

The dormitory is next to the kitchen, probably for heating in winter.

Stone fortresses like these are very cold in snowy winters.

The hygiene and the beds were both very good.

It doesn't smell particularly bad, and there are no lice or fleas.

At least, Rudyus wouldn't object to sleeping in their beds.

Although the maids cannot take baths, they do clean their bodies, and their body odor may be a bit strong, but it is within an acceptable range.

However, the maids had no privacy whatsoever.

The accommodation was a dormitory, and the room doors had no latches.

If it weren't for the Bereas family's hobbies, which led them to take on "responsibilities" beyond their regular jobs...

There might not even be such good accommodations and hygiene conditions.

Instead, she would probably sleep fully clothed on the straw next to the kitchen, wearing a maid outfit that had been soaked with sweat countless times.

Just like the palace maids in the imperial palace in their previous lives, being summoned to the palace meant a life of toiling to death.

To be favored by the emperor is the greatest dream.

This is not to say that the Philips are bad; quite the opposite.

Whether from the original work or after seeing it with his own eyes, Rudius believed that the Philippe family were good people.

After the apology controversy, Zorous invited Rudeus to go horseback riding together. Although the two did not communicate much, Rudeus had the feeling that Zorous was apologizing.

Throughout his time with the maids, Rudius never saw any scars on them.

In Rudius's mind, reality meant that the maids slept miserably on exposed rocks, being fed excrement and beaten to death, before being replaced by the next maid.

Of course, that's a bit too extreme.

But at the very least, it has to be pure exploitation without any reward or warmth.

Rudeus picked up a storybook from the shelf at random, explaining it to himself as he walked out of the library.

Isn't it because of my noble blood that I can so easily climb into their beds and sleep in the arms of different maids every day?

Aren't I a beneficiary?

Why not just enjoy it?

As the sky gradually darkened, Rudeus walked towards the maids' quarters.

He no longer goes to the restaurant to wait for his meal; instead, he asks his maid to bring him a meal.

Of course, bringing extra food to share with the maids is also a very enjoyable thing.

They don't usually get to eat honey; they only eat salted butter. But they can get honey by giving it to Rudeus, and then Rudeus will share it with them.

Rudius, in a way, used this opportunity to cultivate a good relationship with the maids.

on the road.

Thinking back to my casual conversation with Philip.

It was almost as if violence itself was dancing.

Lately, Rudius has been wondering whether power controls the emperor or the emperor controls power.

The reason there is an emperor is because power requires someone to be emperor.

Did Philippe treat the maids as equals?

How could that be?

That's clearly talking about toys.

Similar to the ancients who, in a previous life, gave their concubines to guests to play with.

This truly reflects the simple and honest values ​​of the landlord class.

How exactly did those time travelers manage to live in harmony with the ancients?

Just as modern moral consciousness would not cause any friction with ancient feudal consciousness.

Rudius was fine in Buena village, but after arriving in Roya, he often felt alienated from the world.

The people here, with their every word and action, seemed to be hitting Rudius on the head, telling him: "Hey, brother, this is a feudal society. You are different from the people here. You don't belong in this world."

Indeed, I still hate being a nobleman—Rudeus thought to himself.

Upon arriving at the maids' room, Shirley was already waiting inside.

"Lord Rudeus, your dinner is ready," said Sherrysia.

Her voice was soft and soothing to listen to.

"Oh, it's Sherry." Rudeus casually put the book aside and walked to the seat, saying, "Come here."

Sherry's tiny sheep ears twitched as she walked to the chair.

"Sit down," Rudius said, patting the bench.

For a maid who stands by all day, sitting down is already a form of rest.

Seeing that Sheryl was seated, Rudeus climbed up and sat on her lap, and began to eat.

"Were you baking bread in the kitchen this afternoon?" Rudius asked.

"Yes," Sheryl said, hugging Rudeus.

Surrounded by the aroma of freshly baked bread and its soft embrace, Rudius ate his dinner, occasionally feeding Sherry small pieces of bread smeared with honey into her mouth.

The maids weren't short of food, so Rudius gave them small pieces of bread with lots of honey as dessert.

As Rudius ate his dinner slowly and deliberately, he was immersed in the warmth, and the thoughts in his mind gradually faded away.

After dinner, Rudeus picked up the storybook, walked towards his room, put it away, and began his magic training.

Only when he felt drowsy did Rudeus use magic to create a water sphere, drink it down, and then head back towards the maids' dormitory.

Although I don't go to see the maids every day, I have to admit that sleeping with them is really comfortable.

Upon seeing Rudius's arrival, the maids quickly sprang into action, helping him undress and washing his feet.

Looking at Felicia, who was squatting in front of him washing his feet, Rudeus reached out and stroked her cat ears.

So why do some people hate being taken care of?

Feeling the soft texture of the cat ears, Rudeus grew increasingly sleepy. After Felicia dried his feet, he snuggled into Liliana's arms and quickly fell asleep.

Rudeus, awakened by the urge to urinate in the early hours of the morning, got out of bed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling the urge to urinate—why did I drink so much water in the first place?

Hearing a sound beside her, Liliana quickly got up, took a few quick steps to the corner of the wall, then turned back to fetch Rudius a chamber pot.

Rudius stared blankly at her, his brain once again feeling the "knocking".

"Liliana, go to sleep," Rudeus said softly, taking the chamber pot from her.

Upon seeing the chamber pot that had been taken away, the somewhat dazed Liliana immediately came to her senses.

After looking at Rudeus with a puzzled expression, he said, "Okay."

Watching Liliana go to bed, Rudeus took the chamber pot, walked to the corner of the wall, and, trying to be as quiet as possible, urinated against the pot before leaving the maids' room.

On his way back to his room, Rudius poured some ice water on his face, and his mind quickly cleared.

Let's not come back anytime soon, or we'll wake the maids up again — oh, I forgot to take my clothes out — never mind, I'll deal with it tomorrow morning.

Back in his room, Rudius took off his shoes, wrapped them with strips of cloth he had prepared beforehand, and then pushed open the door again—this time heading towards Alice's room.

The corridor was deserted, with only a few dim moonlight.

The magic was activated. Without any light, Rudeus simply reduced his weight and, with the help of the strips of cloth on his feet, silently made his way towards Alice's room.

If Thomas were to kidnap Alice, he would probably choose this time to do so.

Rudius decided to try and see if he could succeed.

Alice's room door is usually left unlocked, and a maid comes to take care of her in the morning.

Rudeus used magic to lift the door up completely, which would reduce the noise when the door opened.

Gilead's room was next door, and he wanted to see if he could get close to Alice without alerting Gilead.

If he couldn't do it himself, then with Thomas's bear-like physique, it would be even more impossible for him to do it.

Alice's door was slowly pushed open, the whole process almost without making a sound.

Rudius peered into the room and saw the luxurious bed with curtains hanging on the three-tiered steps, preparing to go inside.

"Crunch."

The door to the next room opened, and Gilead emerged, his hand resting on his sword.

Upon hearing the sound, Rudeus shrank back and looked in the direction of Gilead.

"Rudeus?" came Kyrie Irving's puzzled voice.

Straightening up, Rudeus closed Alice's door again, and with a fawning smile, walked up to Kyrie and asked, "May I sleep with you?"

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