Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

There wasn't even a moment of mourning for the death of Bei Sheng—the Hundred-Faced Grim Reaper.

The one who rushed to the battlefield immediately was—Kyrie the Sword King!

"Gilead?"

"Philip asked me to follow you secretly, just in case something happens. Maybe it'll even make you owe him a favor."

"And then, after witnessing my magnificent performance, you gave up on secretly following me?"

"Yeah, you did a good job. And also... I lost my money, and I'm actually hungry..."

"I only have a few of the cookies Senis baked left..."

"I'll eat something else too."

That's what they say, but why does its tail keep wagging?

In the hotel lobby, the landlady almost threw away the candlestick when she saw me covered in blood.

"It's nothing!" Luo Qixi spoke first, "He...killed a chicken."

The proprietress looked at the blood on my body—the amount was equivalent to at least a hundred chickens.

"...I'll go boil some water." She tactfully left.

"Could you please bring some more food?"

"I'll go." Loki put Emily on a chair and then went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Loki came out of the kitchen carrying a large plate of bread, cheese, and cold meat, and placed it on the table. Kyrie's eyes lit up instantly, and he grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eat slowly," Luo Qixi said helplessly.

"Hungry," Kyrie Irvine mumbled, his mouth stuffed with food.

Emily lay on the table, watching Gilead gobble down his food, then glanced at me.

"who is she?"

"Sword King. Kyrie Ilya Tedludia."

"Sword King?" Emily's eyes widened. "You mean... that really powerful swordsman?"

"Hmm." Kyrie Irvine swallowed a mouthful of bread and nodded expressionlessly. "Very impressive."

"Then why doesn't she go fight?"

"Because she's hungry." I said expressionlessly. "She needs to be full to have the strength to fight."

Kyrie Irvine nodded in deep agreement.

Emily's expression was complicated.

[Day Two, Early Morning]

The carriage continued westward.

There was another Gilead in the carriage. She huddled in a corner, clutching her sword, her eyes closed—not sleeping, but resting.

Its furry ears would twitch every now and then, catching the sounds around it.

Loki sat next to me and we talked about the magic from last night.

Emily, clutching her cloth bag, leaned against the window, her gaze occasionally drifting towards Gilead.

"Last night's trick...the principle wasn't too complicated." I counted on my fingers, "After the glass breaks, it has sharp edges. You use earth magic to break it into small fragments, and then control them to rotate and cut—that's roughly it."

"But the performance wasn't as good as expected." I frowned. "The glass isn't hard enough, so it's not very effective at cutting metal and bone. If you encounter someone with strong fighting spirit, you might not even get a scratch."

“That’s right.” Kyrie Irvine rarely interjected. “The Northern Gods produce a lot of inferior goods, but when it comes to the quality of their battle aura at my level, your… saw… is useless. I don’t understand the principle, but I know it.”

"Can I test it?"

"Can."

After testing, battle aura has been shown to have extremely high adaptability. It can significantly increase physical strength—greater strength, faster speed, and greater resistance to G-forces. In terms of defense, it is somewhat like a non-Newtonian fluid; its hardness changes and is not constant when attacked.

The shards of glass hit Kyriano like cannonballs hitting armor—either bouncing off or shattering on their own. They weren't tough enough.

Several other materials were then tested to test this technique.

If a stone is turned into quartz sand, it is hard enough, but not sharp enough. It can cut metal, rock, and bones, but it is more like being broken by impact than cut, and the efficiency is not high.

Using metal shavings is the least effective method because they are not hard enough. Most metals are softer than quartz and cannot effectively cut hard objects. They may even melt due to the high temperature of the impact.

Obsidian and glass are extremely sharp, with blades reaching atomic-level sharpness, but they are also extremely brittle and will shatter if they encounter anything slightly harder, making them only good at cutting flesh and blood.

However, I don't believe this move has reached its limit. If we could use a pure carbon crystal, the hardest substance in nature—diamond...

There's also alpha-alumina, which is corundum. It has extremely high hardness and can cut almost all common materials.

Although we need to find the materials ourselves, we can use them as a trump card for future development.

A monomolecular-level infinite blade storm!

Even God would bleed under this move!

For the next three days, the carriage continued its journey. The sun shone brightly, the wheat fields rippled golden, and a few white clouds drifted across the distant sky.

—As calm as if nothing had happened.

[Three days later, Donadi Territory, Dabu City]

Dabu City is much smaller than Roya, and it doesn't even have many city walls—probably because it's too close to the human rear and is very safe.

A main street, two rows of stone houses, and at the end of it is a not-so-large manor. Gray stone walls, wrought iron gates, and the Barnes family crest engraved on the lintel.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the manor.

"We've arrived." Luo Qixi put away the task sheet and looked at Emily. "Next, it's yours."

"I'm ready!" Emily puffed out her chest, but her fingers gripped the strap of the cloth bag tightly.

"That's true... but it's too quiet here." I looked around and saw that the streets were deserted, and even the wind seemed to be blocked by something.

"Let's go in and take a look. I have a feeling we won't get paid." Luo Qixi sighed and pushed open the iron gate first.

A few of us arrived at the living room door.

The door was ajar, and several voices could be heard from inside—men and women, their tone carrying an unsettling smugness.

"That's right, I am the real Emily Barnes. That little girl was just lucky to find a double with the same name and who looked very similar. Thanks to her, I was able to get here safely..."

Emily's body stiffened.

"It's because you're all so stupid that Father passed the position of family head to me..."

My fingers tightened slightly.

"I regret to inform you that you are not eligible to inherit the position of family head today."

Luo Qixi frowned.

"What do you mean?"

The people inside are still putting on this farce.

"Because the position of family head can only belong to me. You will all die here. Do it!"

The sound of a knife being drawn came from the living room.

Emily lowered her head, her voice trembling.

"So... after all that effort, I'm just a fake..."

Luo Qixi squatted down and gently hugged her.

"I'm sorry, it seems we don't have what you're looking for here."

"Why go to such lengths..." Emily's voice muffled on Loki's shoulder. "Even if I'm not a nobleman, I can be happy as long as I'm with the children in the orphanage. I've never wanted any noble title."

She looked up, her eyes reddening.

"I just... I just want to know why my mom and dad abandoned me... why things turned out this way..."

Luo Qixi didn't answer, but just hugged her tighter.

To be honest, I didn't know how to comfort her either.

Forget it, let's stick to my style.

The door was kicked open with a bang.

Inside the room, several assassins had already drawn their weapons. Three men who looked like noblemen stood to the side, and there was a woman sitting in the main seat. She had brown hair and gray-blue eyes, and she did indeed look somewhat similar to the grown-up Emily.

"Hello!" Wang Youhao greeted them, and then the dust crystal saw began to spin in his hand.

The woman squinted: "You are—"

"What a disgusting spectacle I've witnessed." I raised my hand. "Your reward will be your lives!"

"Where did these brats come from! Give them to me too—"

Before he could finish speaking, blooming blood flowers covered the entire hall.

Not only me, but Gilead also made a move.

The place was instantly thrown into chaos, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Whether it was because of the darkness of the adult world or because of the bloody scene caused by me, little Emily vomited with a "whoosh".

"Is this really okay?" Loki was startled by my murderous aura, her voice trembling. "Although I'm also angry about using Emily as bait, but like this..."

"It's alright, they're just a bunch of self-righteous idiots." I put my hand away, my tone calm.

Wang turned around and walked up to little Emily.

She was crouching on the ground, pale-faced, with traces of vomit at the corner of her mouth. But her eyes—those grey-blue eyes—were fixed on me.

"Don't be sad about what you don't have, or grieve over what you've lost that isn't important. As long as you still have what's most precious, you can still be happy."

I crouched down to be at eye level with her.

"I was also abandoned when I was a child. In the middle of nowhere, there wasn't even a ghost in sight."

Emily's eyes widened.

"Later, someone found me, and I remember it all clearly. They gave me the most precious thing."

I looked directly at her.

"So I won't tell you nonsense like 'Don't be sad.' I just want to tell you—being abandoned is never your fault. You deserve to be picked up."

I paused for a moment.

"You are no longer anyone's substitute. You are you. Now, only you are Emily Barnes."

He turned to look at Gilead.

"Gilead, could you please tell Philip what's going on here? He should be happy to help."

"Hmm." Kyrie Irvine simply nodded.

Emily stopped crying.

She just vigorously wiped her face with her sleeve, cleaning away tears, snot, and all the other filth. She wiped for a long time, so long that when Luo Qixi tried to reach out to help her, she was gently pushed away.

Then she stood up and put on her usual grown-up act again.

"I'm not upset about that scumbag. I'm just... just worried about not being able to keep my promise to the others before I leave!"

Emily wiped her face again.

"And I saw it..." She sniffed, her voice still a little hoarse, but much steadyer than before.

"Restricted..."

[A few days later]

After receiving their reward upon completion of the mission, the king and the witch continued on to their next destination.

The carriage headed west, its wheels creaking monotonously as they rolled over the dirt road.

"Emily...can you really be a good head of the Barnes family all by yourself?" Loki asked softly, her gaze still fixed on the direction of the manor.

"Based on my experience, the so-called noble position is more valuable to a pig than to the noble himself in most cases."

"...Where did you get this kind of experience?"

"Philip will help anyway." I leaned against the carriage wall, my eyes closed. "He originally just wanted to curry favor with the head of the Barnes family. Now, he's more than happy to have this situation."

And by doing so, Philip should understand what I mean. Noble titles and ranks are far less important than absolute power.

"Really..." Luo Qixi sighed, "How can you analyze something like this at such a young age?"

"I am a born king." I opened one eye. "This level is merely a slight exertion."

Loki was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Never mind... I just hope Emily has a good ending."

"Hmm." I closed my eyes again. "This story was indeed quite good."

"Huh?"

"A generous reward, a pawn of the nobility, a Cinderella who becomes a princess—" I smiled slightly, "All of this is perfect for the first story of Trevor's Travels: The Journey Outing."

Luo Qixi paused for a moment, then smiled.

"You..."

The carriage continued westward.

The wind blew in through the window, carrying the scent of wheat fields and earth.