Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

【after a while】

The wind howled, and snowflakes hit my face like tiny ice needles.

I have been staying in the Land of the Sword Saint for some time now.

After Gilead settled me in, he returned home.

Before leaving, she said she was going to "give Paul a good beating."

I hope he's alright.

To be honest, having connections and influence means better treatment.

The main dojo, which was originally only open to those who had reached the Sword Saint level, was now open to me directly.

I soak in it every day.

But...

Going in there would be nothing short of asking for a beating...

A bunch of NPCs who don't even deserve names can casually wield light swords.

The sword energy tore through the air, emitting a sharp screech.

That's outrageous... absolutely outrageous.

But I, the king, cannot do it.

The Blade of Light can be difficult to master, but it can also be easy.

It's nothing more than a very fast slash.

To execute this strike requires a certain level of skill and physical fitness.

Anyone who can unleash their power is a swordsman.

The next step is to improve your stats and combat experience—for example, to deliver a faster strike or to be able to use various stances.

According to Old Deng, it's simply because I'm too young and not strong enough.

For now, we've covered enough sword-wielding techniques.

The next step is to persist in combat training to gain experience and keep practicing...

My daily routine consists of the same thing: getting beaten, healing my wounds, and building houses.

Then, through daily training—his magic broke through...

The inherent barrier has also undergone some changes.

The system told me to go somewhere deserted, saying it would teach me magic, and then nothing happened.

Gee...

Actually, I've come up with a new idea and wanted to secretly test it out.

So I need to ask for leave and go out now...

"You...you brat, you can't leave now! The new dojo in the west isn't finished yet! What will happen if you leave now? Besides, you came here to learn swordsmanship! You've broken through in magic??? Are you trying to cause trouble?"

Sword God Old Deng slammed his teacup on the table, splashing tea everywhere.

Wang Hongwen.

"I'm the one causing trouble? Who's causing trouble here!?"

"How long have I been here, and how much work have I done?"

"I've come here to learn swordsmanship!"

"I'm not here to be your slave!"

"You only spar with me once a day!"

"After knocking me flying with one move, they got other people to beat me up in all sorts of different ways!"

"After beating you up, you expect me to use magic to heal your wounds!"

"After your injuries are healed, you want me to build you new houses!"

"Look at this godforsaken place! How much of its original character is left?"

"I've been using magic tricks non-stop every day! Now I've had some insights and a breakthrough, which makes perfect sense, doesn't it!"

"How dare you ask? Have you no shame???"

Wang Yue got angrier and angrier as he spoke!

Towards the end, he seemed ready to throw the things down and walk away!

Sword God Old Deng was so overwhelmed by my barrage of attacks that he was too embarrassed to even look over.

He raised the teacup to his lips, then put it down, too embarrassed to continue drinking.

His gaze drifted to the window, where a gray sky and falling snow met the eye.

"Regarding the house... it was my fault, but aren't you right?"

"Huh??? Is there something wrong with me?"

"I'm the boss here! You, a nobody, live better than me! That's overstepping your bounds, you understand? It's only because I'm reasonable that you'd probably get your head chopped off outside..."

"Is this your reason for making me build new houses for everyone?"

"What do you mean everyone...? It's just a few dojos getting renovated, otherwise... wouldn't the style look inconsistent...?"

Old Deng actually has a point; maintaining a consistent style is indeed very important...

I stood at the door of his new house and took a close look—the snow-white walls, the smooth floor, and the newly installed wooden windows.

Compared to those gray, old houses in the distance, they really do look like sores on a bald head.

No! That's not the point!

I am not a civil engineer!

No, that's not the point!

I am not a hard-working slave!

"So, when I'm not around, you don't have any healing scrolls to use? Are you just exploiting me to heal your wounds every day?"

"The money I'd spent on those healing scrolls... I used it for renovations..."

"ah???"

This time, he didn't even dare to look at me. He held that broken teacup for a long time, neither drinking from it nor putting it down, just holding it there...

Even the king was utterly speechless at this old man...

"So... this is how I'll live from now on?"

"No way! No way! We'll have money when the three great magic kingdoms pay tribute to us next time..."

So the three great magical kingdoms and the land of sword saints have this kind of relationship...

When will I be rich again?

"Next year...now...you hold on for now..."

next year?

When next year?

Judging from Old Deng's appearance, it must have been quite a while!

The thought that this would never end filled Wang with despair...

"Who cares about that! I am not your hardworking slave!"

"And your girl, Nina! Who does she look at with that sour face all the time? I'm the one who treated her injuries! Her mouth twists like a crooked dragon king! Do I owe her money?"

"What kind of disgusting little clique is this! It's only because I'm magnanimous that I don't have time to stoop to your daughter's level right now! Otherwise, I would have beaten her to tears!"

Old Deng frowned slightly.

"Sigh... I'm the Sword God, one of the seven great powers..."

Old Deng always says that, but this time he didn't seem very assertive.

"Do you think my personal teaching is cheap? There are plenty of people who want to spar with me and learn. Apart from those I deem worthy, anyone else who wants my help has to challenge me with their life, and those who dare to challenge me have all been killed by me..."

Besides, even my daughter didn't get into the main training center and get personally taught by me... She's just jealous of you...

"I don't care what that idiot thinks! If she dares to provoke me again, I'll beat her to tears!"

"Get out of here! Your leave is approved, go and come back soon." Old Deng waved his hand, as if shooing away flies, "Don't get in my way."

"You're smart to be sensible, old Deng!"

After saying that, Wang turned and left.

"Get the hell out of here right now!!!"

Old Deng's roar chased after my back, filling my ears along with the sound of the wind.

After stepping out of the brand-new cement house, I stood on the porch and took a deep breath.

It's very cold now, and taking a breath like this makes me feel much more refreshed.

Looking at the snow-covered, hazy sky, Wang Ye calmed down.

Next, I'll go back and tell Lilia before leaving, and then head to the northern beach.

I heard there are penguins there. Maybe I can catch one and keep it as a pet for Aisha.

I pulled my cloak tighter and walked out along the small blue stone path that I had made myself.

Although I don't know why, I and Uncle Gar always exchange witty remarks, yet we inexplicably get along very well.

How amazing...

"Hey! What are you doing in my house, you bastard?"

"Tsk..."

The Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King—Nina—has appeared...

She stood beside the pillars, hands on her hips, chin held higher than I was.

With blue hair and a slightly goofy face, she does resemble Luo Qixi somewhat when she's quiet.

But this person just happens to be a little female devil...

Wang pretended not to see her and walked straight towards the gate.

"You bastard, how dare you ignore me! Gibberish gibberish..."

We truly can't stand each other; we're completely incompatible.

I don't even feel like criticizing her anymore; I just want to ignore her as soon as possible...

Um......

Is it because Uncle Gar is more mature than Nina?

When this idea popped into my head, even I was startled.

Is that old Deng mature?

Is someone who would spend all the money they would have spent on healing rollers on home renovations mature?

I must be out of my mind to think that way...

Ugh......

╭ (╯ ^ ╰) ╮

Wang shook his head, preparing to leave.

But their path was blocked...

I'm just too lazy to argue with brats. Do you really think I have no temper?

Watch how I make you cry!

"Since you dare to challenge the Shadow King! Then I will make you, woman, realize the difference in our strength. Come and fight! Then you will be defeated!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, the woman drew her sword and slashed at the king!

How will Wang respond?

Wang Lianjian didn't even draw his sword! Nor did he use any magic!

Just a wave!

Just as she raised her sword and before she could accelerate, a precise hand chop struck her wrist.

The sword flew out of his hand, twirled a few times in mid-air, and landed on the ground with a clang. It bounced twice before coming to rest in the snow.

King—that's how strong he is!

The woman was stunned.

Her hand remained frozen in mid-air, still gripping the sword.

I didn't give her time to react.

He stepped forward, pressed down on the top of her head with one hand, exerted force with his five fingers, and shoved her into the ground!

Only its head was visible.

"You're so weak..."

The king did not kill him on the spot, but gently patted his head and left without looking back!

The woman behind him realized her mistake and burst into heart-wrenching sobs.

"Hehehehehehe~~~"

Cool!!!

The king rejoiced at having dealt a heavy blow to the little female devil!

Meanwhile, in the village of Bouyena, in the forest, is the location of Paul.

Snow is falling here too, but much less than in the Sword Saint's Land.

Fine snowflakes fell on the ground, on the leaves, and on Paul's face.

Paul, the strongest elite monster in Buena Village—no! Now a mini-boss—is being beaten so badly he can't get up again.

Paul's left eye was so swollen he couldn't open it, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his right hand was propped up on the ground at an unnatural angle, as if he were holding onto the last bit of dignity.

Gilead stood before him, looking down at him.

Her cloak was unbuttoned and fluttered in the wind.

His fist was still clenched, his knuckles stained with Paul's blood.

"Think about it! Paul! Think about it!"

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[Information that can be made public at present]

The three great magical nations and the land of the sword saints have a similar agreement for mutual assistance.

The three great nations provide resources to the Land of the Sword Saint.

The Land of Sword Saints provides security for the three great nations.

However... the current Sword God doesn't seem to have a good relationship with the three major powers.