Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

After the laughter subsided, Wang picked up his teacup and took a sip of the now-cold black tea.

"There's something else. What about Gilead?" The king looked around. "I'd like to have a match with her."

"Gilead?" Shaolus stroked his exaggerated mustache. "She took Alice riding outside the city. That girl's been making a scene lately, insisting on learning some kind of 'Sword King's Riding Technique'."

When is she coming back?

"It should be soon." Philip walked over to me and stood beside me. "I sent someone to look for it when you first arrived. Why don't you sit down for a bit—or would you like to wait in the yard?"

"I will wait in the courtyard."

Pushing open the back door of the mansion, the cold wind cut like a knife against his face. The snow in the courtyard hadn't completely melted, and it crunched underfoot. Wang walked to the center of the open space, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked up at the gray sky.

Kyrie I. The Sword King.

I remembered what she looked like when I first met her—dark skin, gray hair, furry ears, and muscles like stone. She picked me up and shook me, like she was carrying a kitten.

Back then, I was still breastfeeding. Now—

I touched the EA at my waist.

At least—it should be enough to make Gilead draw his sword.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

"Aren't you cold standing here?" Philip asked, holding two steaming cups of tea. "At least have something to drink."

"I am meditating."

"What are you thinking about?"

How to gain more power?

"Power?" Philip paused for a moment. "I want to thank you for what happened with Emily."

"I just can't stand seeing girls cry."

That's not what I meant.

Philip sat on the steps of the yard, as if about to launch into a long speech.

Wang didn't want to stand and listen, so he sat down next to him.

A cold wind blew in through the gap in the courtyard, making the hem of my clothes flutter.

He held the teacup, but didn't drink it; he just watched the steam rising from the rim of the cup slowly dissipate.

After waiting for a long time, he finally spoke.

"When I was six years old, I was fighting with my older brother for the right to succeed as the next head of the family."

"Defeat?"

"Defeated." His lips twitched. "And then I was sent here. Roya City, supposedly for training, but really it's exile. The Boreas family doesn't need two heirs."

I know about this.

"Back then, I thought that as long as I was smart enough, hardworking enough, and patient enough, I would be able to go back one day. But later..." He paused, "Then I had two sons. According to family tradition, they were to be given to the elder brother to raise. But raising them was really just taking them hostage."

His voice was flat.

"They call me uncle, not father."

The wind passed between the two, blowing Philip's hair across his face. He didn't brush it away.

"You know what's most ridiculous? I spent years trying to take back something... something I wasn't even sure I still wanted." He paused, took another sip of tea, and continued, "I was already planning to give up."

Wang turned his head to look at his profile. That face, which always had squinting eyes, held neither smile nor sorrow, only a kind of indifference that had been worn smooth by time.

"Then why do you still want it?"

Philip remained silent for a long time.

"...Because of Alice."

He looked up at the gray sky at the end of the courtyard.

"Treff. You said that power is the only true authority."

"Um."

Wang did not deny it. He simply picked up his teacup and took a sip of the now-cold tea.

Philip turned his head to look at the king's profile.

"I don't understand magic, nor swordsmanship. But I understand people." He turned his head to look at my profile. "Someone like you wouldn't be content to just be an 'eldest son who earns money to support the family.' You have bigger goals."

Wang did not deny it.

"I won't ask what your goal is." Philip looked away. "I only want to ask you one thing."

"explain."

"If one day I need your strength—would you help me?"

He lowered his head and looked at his face reflected in the tea.

The king did not answer immediately.

The king looked at the gray sky, at the void of the Great Transfer that did not yet exist, and at the unseen gods.

"In my plans, you'll have a much busier position than some worthless family head," the king sighed. "As long as you live that long, but you're far from being number one on my list."

Philip was stunned for a long time.

Could you briefly describe your plan?

"The Conflict Zone... is a good place. It has a large population, a large army, and vast lands, but no king with absolute power." Wang Ye also took a sip of tea that was almost cold. "But the king has not yet grown up. The king is too lazy to deal with people's trivial matters personally. What the king needs is just a country that can be used."

"Are you... serious?"

"This is just a small goal in my long-term plan. My short-term goal is to improve my strength. As for my strength, shortcomings, and direction... I'll find out from the battle with Gilead."

Philip's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

The tea had long since gone cold, and his fingers were slightly white.

"Conflict zone..." Those squinting eyes finally opened wide, revealing the color of their pupils.

"You just said, 'If I can live to see that day,'" he said softly. "You mean there's immense danger? Not just you, but I might not even survive that long?"

Is this guy really that smart? No wonder he's someone I've chosen.

"For my own sake, I really hope you can survive."

"Could you briefly explain what kind of danger it is?"

Wang looked up at the sky, at the deep red sphere that did not yet exist.

"I can't tell you more, and you can't reveal it to anyone, otherwise things will get out of control." Wang thought for a moment, "Four years from now, there will be signs of that thing appearing there."

Philip also looked up at the sky.

"You just said, 'You're far from being number one on my list.'" Philip's lips curled into a smile. "That means you're already on the list. Let me see your power in a moment."

Two hands, one big and one small, clasped together in the cold wind.

"make a deal."

"make a deal."

Just then, the courtyard gate was kicked open.

"Which bastard is Trevor!" A little girl with red hair burst in, her voice booming like thunder. "I was having a rare good time today! It's all your fault! How dare you go against me!"

At the same time, he turned his head and looked at the little girl with her hands on her hips and her face clearly saying "I'm going to cause trouble".

Philip's squinty eyes curved back into a smile.

"Hey! Aunt Kyrie Irvine!"

Wang ignored the fierce little girl and raised his hand to greet the gray-haired, beast-eared girl behind her.

"Mm," Kyrie Irvine replied simply.

"What do you mean! How dare you ignore me?!"

Alice had already rushed up to the king, hands on her hips, looking as if she wanted to devour him.

"While traveling, I was defeated by a random middle-aged man from the Kitakami-ryu school."

Wang moved to the side, trying to get around the red flame in front of him.

"To be honest, I'm quite discouraged. So I want to have a match with my aunt to see what level I'm at now. If I have enough talent, I want to learn swordsmanship."

Alice intercepted the king's challenge: "Gilead! Let me go first! I'm going to teach this arrogant bastard a lesson!"

Wang moved half a step to the left.

Alice shifted half a step to the side, continuing to block his way.

Kyrie Irvine's ears twitched as she watched. Then she stepped forward, put her hands under Alice's armpits, lifted the little girl up, and placed her beside her.

Alice's feet left the ground, and she struggled wildly in mid-air.

"Gilead! Why are you like this too!"

"Kitakami-ryu? How did he lose?"

Gilead asked a question.

"It was just a match. He stood still and didn't move. At first, I underestimated him and didn't use my full strength. Then he threw a lump of mud and sent me flying. When I was about to get serious, he knocked me down before I could even raise my hand."

"ha!"

Alice's mocking laughter came from the side.

"Losing to some lousy Northern God Style! Aren't you ashamed? You think you're worthy of competing with Gilead?!"

How far apart are they?

"At least thirty meters."

Gilead was silent for a moment.

"Judging from speed alone, he is at least at the King level of the Sword God style."

"Just like you, Auntie? You're definitely not your average middle-aged man."

Gilead looked at the king.

Wang did not look away.

"Does knowing this make you feel any better?"

"No. Whoever he is, a loss is a loss."

Gilead nodded.

"Okay. Let's have a competition then."

"Gilead!" Alice was finally put down from mid-air, and as soon as her feet touched the ground, she got back into a fighting stance. "Let me go first! I'm going to beat this bastard to death."

Wang crossed his arms and looked at her eye level.

Red hair.

A red face.

There are two flames in the red eyes.

Hakimi is furious, he's really something.

I'm not good at dealing with this type of situation...

Let's stick to the king's style.

He crossed his arms and stared directly at little Hakimi.

"Alright. Then give it a try! And you'll fail miserably!"

Little Alice was already furious.

The king's domineering words left Alice completely stunned.

His hands were still on his hips, and his mouth was still open, but the sound stopped.

My brain went blank for about two seconds.

"Never! Never before has anyone my age dared to talk to me like that!!!"

Use this tone, make this gesture, and say these words.

Her aura is truly intimidating...

But when you have no power, even hysterical screams seem cute.

Suddenly, her body made the decision for her brain.

A powerful punch from Boreas was aimed straight at the king's face.

Faced with such a terrifying attack, can the Shadow Lord withstand it? The answer is yes!

But how could madwoman Alice possibly give up!

Following closely behind was Strawberry Bear's elbow strike! He wasn't going to give this king a chance!

But it didn't work!

Because that's how strong the Shadow Lord is! He's an unparalleled powerhouse among children!

What could possibly harm the king?

What could possibly kill the king?

With a mere wave of his finger, the king used earth magic to plant the rabid Alice in the ground.

Then Wang squatted down and touched the tomatoes planted in the ground with one hand.

"Do you understand now? You have been defeated by me, the King of Shadows!"

Philip and Gilead tried hard not to laugh out loud at the hilarious scene, but they failed.

"Dad! Gilead! Am I no longer your favorite child?!"

He wasn't finished yet.

Feeling wronged, Alice burst into tears.