Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

The gift that Silphi sent was a handmade wind chime.

The hanging thread is made of hemp rope, strung with several colorful pebbles, with a grass bead hanging in the middle.

I'm sorry, but with the Shadow Lord's knowledge, this is the only thing I can recognize.

The various shaped ornaments next to it are probably seeds and shells of different fruits.

In the eyes of the Shadow Lord, all these things were categorized as "wood".

But when the pebble hits the nutshell, it makes a dull sound, like raindrops hitting dry leaves, which creates an indescribable sense of tranquility.

It doesn't feel cheap.

Each piece of material was meticulously processed; the edges of the eyelets for threading the rope were smooth, without a single burr, revealing the clumsy yet earnest traces of handcraftsmanship. I stood by the window holding it, and the wind outside seeped in through the cracks, causing the wind chimes to sway gently, producing a soft, rustling sound like leaves rubbing together.

Hmm... I'll hang it on Aisha's bed as a mobile.

【after a while】

Wang Chongxin sat down at his desk.

A breeze picked up outside the window, causing the branches of the old locust tree to cast swaying shadows on the windowpane.

He spread out the letter paper, dipped the pen in ink, and paused for a moment on the paper.

The wind outside the window picked up, making the old locust tree rustle and causing the window to vibrate slightly.

Wang thought about it for a very long time before finally starting to write.

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To the witch who seeks the forbidden—Loki:

Thank you! Witch! You are so kind!

Thank you! Second sister! You're so kind!

Your willingness to stand by my side and understand... is more effective to me than any comforting words...

As for the hardship?

It's all my fault that these little devils on my side are a bunch of mentally ill guys. One has an underdeveloped brain, and the other has a completely underdeveloped cerebellum.

A perverted masochistic woman and a submissive masochistic man who is in love with her.

But thankfully, I am invincible! It's just that I sometimes get a little mentally exhausted by idiots, but it's nothing serious!

Regarding Paul and Lilia… Lilia is currently here with me taking care of Aisha. We still don't have much to say to each other, but she is indeed a responsible mother. As for Paul—I don't understand, is it really that hard to control one's lower body?

And then there's little Aisha. She's grown a bit taller now and can stand up by herself while holding onto the sofa. She likes to imitate people's speech now, but her pronunciation is still inaccurate; she always calls her dad "guga." Recently, she's also learned to express anger with her fists, and even when she's angry, she's still adorable.

(A simple line drawing of an angry little penguin making a quacking sound is attached.)

By the time this letter is sent, I don't know if the legend of the "Land of the Gods' Descent" has reached you yet.

Let me explain briefly.

I was there at the time... and that result... was indeed what I hoped for.

At that time, I was studying and researching with a very... remarkable person.

She was a senior double researcher in both Basheland and the Duchy of Nellis; her specific titles were too numerous for me to remember, but she was certainly very capable. I learned a great deal from her.

Of course, the main reason is that I have high comprehension and can figure out those principles on my own.

Since little Hilfi also wants to make the world a better place, let me tell you about the amazing wisdom I've come to understand!

Imagine a huge supply truck whose brakes fail. The truck is rushing down a slope, and if it continues to run over people, it will kill countless unfortunate souls.

If they could find a way to redirect the flow, these people would be saved, while only one unfortunate soul would die on the other path. Assuming the decision is in your hands—would you willingly sacrifice one person, or watch more people die?

What is the right thing to do to make the world a better place?

When this problem was truly placed before me, I didn't even dare to think about it, but... I found my solution, which is—to blast that damn car to smithereens!

As long as you have enough strength, you can throw it into the sky!

Let's stop it!

You can even make it turn around and roll back to where it's supposed to be!

Let's just consider this my sophistry; the original assumption was that the person making the decision was just an ordinary person.

But I am not like that! I possess extraordinary wisdom! I possess invincible power! As long as I utilize them, I will not encounter such a problem!

This is—my answer!

This is what I've come to understand. It's not some grand philosophy, but I've finally figured out what kind of person I want to become.

Of course... I learned more than just that; I also learned quite a bit about crafting magical items. So I've prepared some gifts for you as well. Although you might have already conquered the dungeon by the time this letter arrives, you'll probably find them useful later.

— Trevor Greirat

P.S.: I knew you also thought Aisha was cute!

P.S.: Actually, I also think that it's not good for parents to arrange marriages. Besides, I'm not grown up yet and haven't formally proposed, so please don't be in a hurry to refuse.

PPPS: That being said, I still hope that our marriage can be blessed by our parents.

PPPPS: What do your parents like? I'll prepare some things in advance for when I visit them in the future.

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After writing the letter, Wang sealed it with wax and placed it on the windowsill.

The wind outside the window had subsided a bit, but the clouds were still thick, and moonlight occasionally peeked through the gaps, casting a thin layer of white on the surface of the letter.

Ok……

So be it.

I am delighted by the witch and the elf king's understanding!

The first thing to do is to give Luo Qixi and Xilufei return gifts. Actually, I've been preparing the gifts for them for a long time, but I was just too embarrassed to send them before...

The first item is a martial arts manual.

I have written down all the techniques of the Sword God Style and the Water God Style.

This book is written in the most straightforward, clear, and unambiguous way, just as described by Doubao.

This king is not like Old Deng, spouting nonsense like "the sword follows the heart" or "the sword is your will"—Old Deng, the sword god, teaches swordsmanship like he's teaching immortal cultivation.

I have broken down the moves into individual actions, removed all the mystical elements, leaving only the operable parts, and even drawn diagrams.

The effect is quite good.

When I showed it to Old Deng before, he was overjoyed and said, "Yes! Yes! Yes! That's exactly what I meant!"

—That's shameless.

Old Deng later personally ordered several literate people to copy these things, hoping to replace the previous textbooks with them. But he failed.

Because the new textbook has too few pictures and too many words, few people in this illiterate land can understand it.

Old Deng was upset for a very, very long time back then...

Later, he personally taught his daughter according to the textbook, and then had his daughter serve as an instructor for his small group.

That's right! That little dragon king's little group has even received official recognition from Old Deng—the Sword Saint Preschool!

What was the banner they were fighting for?

Three years of silence, five years of becoming a sword saint...

Don't let your child lose at the starting line...

Even a dog could learn the Sword God Style... (A simple drawing of Kino is attached)

Never mind... I've gone off on a tangent...

The weapons I gave them are also ready.

Durandal was given to Sylphie, which would be a perfect match for her flashy wind magic.

What was given to Loki was a sword similar to Durandal's, except that the magic stone had been replaced with a water-attribute one. It could be used as a staff, and her "Ice Water Blade" technique had been engraved into the sword's structure.

As long as magic is injected...

Ice-attribute ring?

Or the Darkmoon Greatsword?

That's fucking cool...

I have also prepared shields for them.

The shape is copied from Gundam, and it looks somewhat futuristic. The shape is a very long pentagon.

The shield is probably a medium-sized shield; it's very narrow and long, mainly because...

Witches never grow up...

Even if Hilfi grows up, her figure will only be a stick...

With this type of shield, you can cover your entire body simply by turning your body to the side...

It was just right for the two of them.

Contrary to its enormous size, the shield is actually quite light.

This is because it is a magical artifact made with carbon nanotubes and diamonds as the base materials, and with multiple layers of Gogol magic arrays stacked inside.

Its defensive capabilities are excellent as long as it doesn't encounter physical attacks that far exceed its limits.

It doesn't require active activation; it's always active, only requiring some of the user's own magic power to be consumed.

Moreover, even if it is subjected to an impact exceeding its limit, it will explode head-on like reactive armor—this is to prevent anyone from trying to dismantle it to study its principles, and at the same time, it can still make a final contribution when faced with attacks that exceed its limits...

Let me write another instruction manual...

So that they won't have nothing better to do than take it apart and study it...

【after a while】

These things are far too valuable. I can accept the promise, but I have serious doubts about the morality of this other world regarding the logistics of such valuable items...

Therefore, I have asked Old Deng to find a reliable person to personally deliver these things to the witch.

With these trivial matters dealt with, the next thing is what I will be focusing on for the foreseeable future.

Objective 1: Train the AI ​​to adapt to the [flow] and make it a sparring partner.

Objective 2: Create Alucard.

This work was more... lengthy than Wang had imagined. The materials were within a fixed boundary, and every so often a part of its own body was cut off, healed, and then the next part was cut off. This process of cutting, healing, collecting, and piling up continued until enough "parts" were accumulated.

These parts were divided into two piles:

It's a mass of flesh, muscle fibers, and skin fragments, all from its own growth and repair.

The other pile consists of basic materials smelted within the barrier, along with a large quantity of my magical loops.

It's like taking yourself apart into parts and then piecing those parts back together to create a new person.

The skeleton is redesigned to mimic the skeletal structure of an adult, using carbon nanotubes and diamond materials to support its outline. It is lighter, harder, less prone to breakage than ordinary bones, and easier to attach magic circuits.

Then, those fleshy organs are reattached to this new skeleton—similar to the principle of bone grafting, allowing tissues to regrow, cover, and heal along the framework.

Once the skin and flesh have healed, a proportionally enlarged, adult version of myself will have taken initial shape. But this is only the first step. This body is not yet worthy of being called a divinely created weapon.

Then comes the cyber-madness-level modifications.

Since magic circuits are the controllers and storage organs of magic, then stack more circuits of your own on top of them, and even replace the original muscle functions with extra stacked circuits.

Subcutaneous armor covers the entire body, with a compressed version of the Gugol defensive magic circle nestled between the dermis and muscles.

Gonads, internal reproductive organs, and urethra—all removed.

It's useless, unnecessary, and would only add unnecessary burdens. This body is a weapon, not a living being.

Then came more modifications: a secondary heart, an adrenaline booster, a pain suppression circuit, a circulation acceleration system in combat mode...

Every modification requires creating new openings in the existing biological structure.

Some parts were cut off, some parts were reconnected, and some parts were simply replaced with magic circuits to directly replace muscle bundles, turning the human body into a war machine that does not need sleep or food, and can continue to operate as long as magic is supplied, just like weaving an electrical circuit.

The challenge is not just manufacturing these things, but also ensuring that the body can function properly after they are installed.

Fortunately, these technologies [something] left behind some information.

Even these aren't considered top-tier technologies; they're just at the level of cyber madness. The real headache comes from the knowledge of design biology that follows.

Those later-stage devices can even extract useful genes from the flesh and blood of different individuals and then edit them into their own bodies… I, for one, am somewhat resistant to this. It's like something out of Resident Evil…

Furthermore, I am quite satisfied with my current physical body. I can sense that the potential of this body is only limited by age. This is also the reason why I don't directly modify my own body.

Moreover, I don't even have a biological child yet. If I modify my genes... whose child will it be?

In short, if you're not a human being, having just one body is enough.

Once completed, I will use this body, which far exceeds human limits, to challenge Old Deng, and at the same time activate [Sense] to obtain the secrets of Old Deng's power.

After all... a slash at the speed of light... when I witnessed Old Deng's move firsthand... I understood that the swordsman class is all about stats, while the magician is the class that requires skill.

Late at night.

Wang walked out of the basement and stood in the courtyard.

The wind stopped.

The moonlight fell on the stone slabs, like a thin layer of frost.

The body lying within the bounded barrier still had its eyes closed, no breath, no heartbeat. Wang gazed into the depths of the night; the wind blew from the training ground, carrying the scent of grass and earth.

I know that I am creating a monster.

But we can't stop.