Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

[Some time later, on the way to the Land of the Gods' Descent]

The convoy was slowly making its way along the continent.

The entire procession consisted of about a dozen carriages, carrying the scholars and supplies of the expedition team, with a few guards scattered around, mostly NPCs from the Land of Sword Saints.

They had swords at their waists, their eyes wary, watching out for anything that might jump out from the roadside.

The king rode Mambo in the middle of the procession, the hem of his cloak being lifted and then falling back down by the wind.

"Lord Sword God?"

"Huh? What? Jay... what was Jay again?"

"Jacks Magis, the Flash Sword Saint - Jacks Magis."

"Okay, okay, what did you call me for just now?"

"I would like to ask the Sword God, why do you do something unnecessary?"

"Sigh... I hate these skinny, skinny magicians too, but..."

Wang interrupted Old Deng's mutterings.

"I'm referring to your daughter! Why did you bring her along?"

"...I can bring whoever I want! Why are you interfering?!"

Old Deng is actually unhappy? But I, the king, am even more unhappy!

"Can't you, Sword God, control your young lady? She can't even ride a horse properly! She's been kicking my leg the whole way!"

"Then... don't kick back, let her kick. After a while, she'll get bored and stop kicking you..."

Old Deng scratched his head and gave a perfunctory reply in a serious tone.

Even I, the King, was shocked by this old man's shamelessness...

The king turned his head to the side, and Nina, riding a pony, grinned at him, her expression saying, "What can you do to me?"

Then she kicked me again!!!

I'm so angry I'm shivering! I'm absolutely furious! This little brat dares to make faces at me!

Unfortunately, my current persona isn't suited to retaliating fiercely...

I will never feel joy again!

snort!

If you can't afford to offend them, can't you at least avoid them?

After saying that, Wang slowed down on Mambo, moved away from the father and daughter, and blended into the expedition team composed of the three major magic nations.

The expedition team stretched out in a very long line.

In front were several carts loaded with supplies, and behind them were the scholars' carriages, adorned with flags of different colors, some embroidered with the emblems of the three great magical nations, and others with the symbols of a particular school of thought.

The king rode Mambo through the crowd, his helmet-like mask covering half his face.

Occasionally, people would cast curious glances, but no one asked any questions—after all, the Sword God was in the team, so a masked child wasn't anything unusual.

Wang looked at the scholars around him, dressed in long robes, and thought about what Old Deng had said earlier.

When Old Deng came to see me before, I initially thought he was just bored because I wasn't around to get beaten up. But then he mentioned that so-called—Land of Divine Descent.

According to the description, that is where the king and the witch secluded themselves to study nuclear magic.

When we left, I made sure to erase all traces of our existence, just in case the Dragon God or the Ankylosaurus discovered something...

But I didn't expect that even after so much time has passed, the impact would still be so great.

The current situation is that both the Kingdom of Asura and the three major magical nations want to send people there to investigate.

The Land of Divine Descent is located at the end of the mountain range on the upper jaw of the Crimson Dragon, serving as a border buffer zone, also known as a no-man's-land.

The relationship between the Kingdom of Asura and the three great magical nations is not very good—after all, the Red Dragon Mountains isolate the cold air, resulting in vastly different climates between the upper and lower parts of the land.

The three great magical kingdoms are perpetually cold, and rely heavily on the Kingdom of Asura for food imports. As a result, the Kingdom of Asura holds the lifeline of the three great magical kingdoms, not only importing all kinds of magical items cheaply, but also using various tricks to poach talented magicians from the three great magical kingdoms.

Simply put, the three great magical kingdoms are like a wife who has lost her husband at home; she can only be bullied by the neighbor, and even her retaliation is like whining—she can only verbally curse.

They couldn't win in a fight, and even offering themselves up to the Asura Kingdom was unsuccessful...

They just want to get something for free...

Purely freebie.

But now, something has emerged that could potentially change the situation—nuclear magic.

Although it remains a secret, if it is confirmed to be magic that can be cast by human power...

The scales have shifted.

The word "magic" in the name of the three great magical kingdoms is not just for show.

From a national perspective, one would certainly hope to gain something from it while preventing the other party from gaining anything in return.

It's unclear what the Kingdom of Asura thinks, but the three great magical nations are taking it very seriously.

It is said that a group of powerful men came to Old Deng, begging him to provide security.

Old Deng had always disliked nobles, but to everyone's surprise, he actually agreed and even personally intervened.

Old Deng's general idea was—he hoped that the king could show his face in front of these people so that he could learn some more powerful magic from them.

Surprised?

This is something even the Sword God could do...

As for the reason...

I, the King, once challenged Old Deng to a contest using magic, without using my true abilities, and I still lost.

But Old Deng still had a high opinion of me. He said that I had the strength of a king to an emperor when using magic alone. He said he had never seen a magician as strong as me. It really opened his eyes.

Magic itself is actually quite powerful, but most magicians need time to chant and can only cast one spell at a time. Therefore, when magicians face swordsmen, they are basically just hard-working slaves, the kind who are sent to their deaths.

However, the lack of chanting, combined with the reaction speed, physical stats, and external magic control provided by battle aura, makes it possible to achieve these benefits.

The magician's flaws can disappear instantly.

The mages have finally stood up!!!

It really brought tears to my eyes...

Unfortunately, this kind offer is a burden to me...

I'm not yet at the point where I can abstain from beef, and I don't plan to become famous that early.

What's more, this time it's a place like that; who knows if Boss Long and King Ankylosaurus are hiding in the bushes...

But I can't not go...

Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, I do not want the matter of nuclear magic to be exposed.

Otherwise, who knows what kind of mess the world would become...

Since we're going, we naturally need to conceal our identities.

At first, I wanted to pretend to be an acquaintance, but I found that there was no suitable acquaintance at all.

The only one I vaguely remember who's close in age is a scoundrel named Luke, but he's a respectable figure. There might even be people from the Kingdom of Asura there, and he'll be exposed instantly.

If he were to disguise himself as an unknown nobody, Boss Long would see him and think, "How come this guy, who hasn't appeared in the previous few cycles, is able to act with the Sword God?"

They must be apostles of God and Man!!!

Ugh......

If Boss Long is keeping an eye on us, something unusual will be discovered no matter what...

Then I'll just put on a mask in a high-profile manner, create a fake identity, and draw his attention to me.

This way, at least we can buy some time, instead of letting him keep an eye on my hometown and family.

Of course...

Thus, the problem of naming a child reappeared.

The name Alucard has already given me a lot of trouble, and now I have to come up with a new name. This is really as difficult as climbing to the sky.

There's nothing I can do about it; it's just that I've never been very good at remembering names...

Now we can only find references from those scattered memories.

At first, I thought that since I was going to wear a mask anyway, the names of many masked men came to mind.

The names of many masked men flashed through my mind.

—Char Aznabul

—Kesbar Deikun

—Pantyhose Falling Off - Bagina

— Rau Le Creuset

...But how should I put it, Xia Ya is too shameful, and Kruze is too gloomy; neither of them are quite suitable for me.

Fortunately, I remembered another very suitable character – Jax Magis.

With an elegant demeanor and meticulous mind, he exudes a kingly aura. Moreover, his name is a pseudonym used to conceal his identity, making him exactly like me!

Most importantly, he didn't utter that shameful last word.

In short, I will be acting as "Jacks Magis" for the next period of time.

Remember! Be elegant! Be graceful!

The current task is to build a good relationship with this research team.

Wang turned his gaze from the distance and swept it over the faces of the scholars in the convoy.

There were people of all ages, men and women; some were reading, some were talking in hushed tones, and some were dozing against the carriage wall.

There was no one who seemed "worth talking to"—until the king noticed a carriage.

It was a small carriage, smaller than the ones around it, with the curtain half open.

Inside sat a very young girl, leaning on a small table in the carriage, scribbling and drawing on paper with a quill pen.

Her age was hard to discern, but she was clearly very young, even younger than Silphie.

Her hair was light-colored, with a slight golden hue in the light filtering through the curtains.

Her eyelashes were long, hanging down and covering half of her face. Her profile was serene, not like that of a child going on a long trip for the first time.

Wang slowed Mambo's pace and glanced at him a few times.

Why would such a young child be brought to a place like this?

Perhaps she's the daughter of a scholar? Or a genius from a certain school of thought?

Wang thought for a moment, then spurred his horse closer to the carriage, stopped by the window, and cleared his throat.

"Hello, little princess, what are you writing?"

The pen stopped.

The little girl looked up, then burst into tears and screamed, "Mommy! There's a pervert!!!"