Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 76 A Heart Burning with Passion, Swaying in the Night

Beneath the snow-covered valley in winter.

The white-haired girl's smile was more beautiful than the moonlight.

For some reason, watching this scene, Allen felt an inexplicable fire rise up in his heart. This fire made his mind numb and his body ice-cold.

As a swordsman, the hand holding the sword should be very stable.

But under the cover of night, Allen's hands trembled slightly.

This situation has only occurred twice so far, with some similarities but also completely different aspects.

What's similar is that both occurred under the gaze of the same person.

The difference is that the emotions conveyed in the other person's eyes are completely opposite.

The first time was in a dream; the green-haired girl's eyes were dull and lifeless.

The second time was at the bottom of the valley, where the white-haired girl's eyes burned with joy.

Sylphie's burning gaze mingled with Allen's inner fire, making him feel uneasy. Instinctively, Allen reached out his hand, as if wanting to touch Sylphie's hair, which had turned snow-white due to the depletion of her magic.

But as soon as it was lifted up, it froze in mid-air.

At that moment, his gaze fell once again on Silphie's hair, and he suddenly understood why his inner fire had been ignited.

The reason was a crumpled 'memo' in the Grellatt family's drawer.

The countless writings over the past year, the dense "future visions" behind them, are Allen's constant self-examination.

Should we abandon our vision of the future? Or should we change the future?

Should we avoid the disastrous consequences of a large-scale relocation?

In the current storyline that Alan is involved in, will Paul be able to avoid death? And will Senis's laughter continue to echo in the Grellatt house?

even.

If the massive migration can be avoided.

Is it possible to prevent Silphie's hair from turning snow-white?

If she weren't transported to a high altitude, could she avoid running out of magic and maintain her beautiful, long, emerald-green hair?

then.

At this moment, before the great shift arrives, I believe I still have time to make choices.

Hilfi's hair had turned white.

It takes place ahead of the original storyline, under Allen's watchful eye, and fueled by the butterfly effect.

That's how it turned white.

He wasn't even given a chance to react.

Allen's thoughts raced.

But Hilfi moved quickly as well.

Just as his thoughts were in turmoil, his hand, which was suspended in the air, was enveloped by a pair of soft little hands.

Allen looked up at Hilfi, who had a hint of apology on her face. She carefully took his hand and gently placed it on her snow-white hair beside her face.

He was stunned and speechless.

Sylphie, whose face showed obvious signs of fatigue, smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

Allen's hands had large knuckles, and calluses between her fingers from years of sword practice. This felt familiar and reassuring to her.

A green light emanated from Sylphie's hands and spread throughout Allen's entire body.

Healing techniques without chanting.

In the darkness of night, the white-haired girl's voice, though weary, remained soft and gentle.

"Alan's expression is a bit scary. I know that with Allen's skills, he can ensure his own safety, which is why he tried to throw us out in mid-air. But..."

Hilfi looked at Allen's face, saying apologetic words, but her eyes held a very firm expression.

"I'm still a little worried. How's the wound on your back? Has it healed by now? I've been diligently studying healing techniques. Look, I can even cast spells without chanting. Last year you said that once I was proficient, I could heal you, but unfortunately, I haven't had the chance. And it seems that many of Allen's moves are very taxing on the body."

"What I meant to say was..."

"Perhaps, Allen needs me, who knows?"

Alan stared blankly at Hilfi's expression, suddenly realizing that he, like a butterfly, had already stirred up a storm.

Over the past year, Hilfi has not only imitated her own expressions but also Loki's way of speaking.

Even her personality traits are different from those in the original work. Although she still retains a gentle nature, her stubbornness, once she has made up her mind, has emerged earlier than expected after she overcame the shadow of her childhood inferiority complex.

In the original story, this personality trait is only manifested in her deep affection for Ariel and her friendship. However, when she is with Rudy, she is mostly still the gentle and understanding "White Mother." It's not entirely clear what her true nature is.

However, Rudy's timeline is particularly clear—when Rudy was devastated after Loki's death, she still answered Ariel's call and resolutely followed Ariel and Luke to the capital without much preparation, ultimately meeting her death.

Her thoughts raced through her mind, and her soft body collapsed into his arms.

Allen suddenly 'awoke'.

"Sylphie?"

"It's alright, I'm just a little tired. My magic seems to be running low. Sorry, thankfully I used a healing spell once."

Allen looked at Sylphie in his arms, his heart surging with inexplicable emotions, feeling as if something was about to overflow, but at this moment he didn't have much time to prepare.

The air was thick with the stench of monsters, which lingered before his nostrils.

Hilfi wanted to say something, but Allen flicked her forehead with his finger, then twisted his arm and flung it toward the cliff wall.

The cliff face crumbled, and the precisely controlled battle qi poured down and eroded the rocks. In the blink of an eye, a miniature cave, filled with countless holes on all sides, appeared before the two of them.

Allen scooped up Hilfi around the waist and, amidst her flustered attempt to cover her face, placed her inside.

"That way, even if monsters dig holes in the cliff face, we can detect it in advance. In the end, the problem arose because of my suggestion. You can rest assured and leave the situation to me."

Upon hearing Allen's words, Hilfi spread her fingers apart, revealing her eyes.

Allen had turned his back to him.

An arm is being raised in the darkness.

Shake the knife!

The wind from the blade rippled outwards like waves!

Before anyone knew it, the monsters had crept into the surrounding area, and in circles like a tidal wave, countless swarms of them were blasted into a bloody mist!

Dismembered limbs and fragments mingled with blood rained down on Allen.

The voice drifted through the air to Hilfi's ear.

"Close your eyes, rest, and restore your magic."

"Don't look, don't listen, don't think."

In the thick darkness beyond his silhouette, scarlet eyes, like swarms of bees, spread outwards into the valley below.

The end is nowhere in sight.

The monster was terrifying, but Hilfi only looked at Allen's back—his wounds had already healed.

She let out a weary sigh and obediently closed her eyes.

"Okay. But the next healing spell might be a long time away."

"It's okay, I still have plenty of energy."

"I don't believe you. Your teacher even said in the letter that you like to lie."

Trust me. You just need to wait.

Hilfi leaned against the cliff with her eyes closed, a smile playing on her lips.

"Okay, I believe you. But... how long do we have to wait?"

"If your magic is depleted, it'll take at least a night to recover, right? In that case, you'll have to wait for me."

In the darkness, Allen smiled as he looked at the undulating "ocean" of monsters in the night and raised the broken blade in his hand.

The monsters are howling!

The beast tide is surging!

The ground is shaking!

The resounding words echoed in the night wind!

"Fight your way to dawn!!"

(End of this chapter)