Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

Chapter 91 Human Love

[Eileen's Perspective]

When the Water God returned Sherry, I didn't even have time to react.

She simply stood there, her gray hair gleaming silver in the moonlight. Despite her short stature, she commanded respect and commanded respect.

My boss—the man who had just been threatening me—opened his mouth, as if to say something.

The water god merely glanced at him and silenced him.

Why is she so strong, and I so weak...?

Even the safety of one's loved ones depends on the charity of others...

The moonlight fell on the ground, on Shirley's hair, and on my trembling hands.

I looked down and saw my shadow curled up in a ball, like a worm that had been crushed.

I saw the water god walk towards that little girl.

Izawa Ruti.

She stood there as if she had lost her soul.

The water god walked up to her without saying a word.

I should have felt fear, but for a moment, she didn't seem that strong.

She just stood there, like anyone who would be overwhelmed by loss.

Everyone remained silent for a long time.

Then the water god suddenly and forcefully pulled Izelti away...

They and my boss... just left together.

It's like... running away...?

Shirley ran over and threw herself into my arms.

I held her tightly with all my might. The joy of surviving the ordeal brought me a little peace of mind, but tears started flowing first.

I buried my face in her hair and smelled her scent—sweat, dust, and a hint of ink.

I knelt on the spot, holding Shirley, watching their figures disappear into the night.

She is still alive.

She's fine.

She's still in my arms.

I knelt on the spot, holding Shirley, watching their figures disappear into the night.

The moonlight shone on the open ground, on the corpses lying on the ground, and on—Jacks.

He was still lying on the ground.

The mask was still on his face.

Not moving at all.

My mind went completely blank.

My field of vision has narrowed.

I can only see him.

The sounds around me became muffled, as if through a layer of water. My breathing became rapid, like I was drowning. The air was right beside me, but I couldn't breathe it in.

So cold.

It's already spring, we were just fighting, and I was holding Sherry—but it's so cold.

I opened my mouth, trying to speak. But no sound came out. Only a series of "ah ah" sobs escaped my throat.

I reached out my hand, wanting to touch him.

My fingers stopped before they touched him.

His chest remained still.

His clothes were stained with blood. He was so strong... so much stronger than me...

My hand hovered there, afraid to fall.

I'm afraid of touching things that are cold, stiff, and motionless.

Shirley is still in my arms.

She was trembling.

I have to hold it in. I can't cry in front of her.

I covered my mouth with my hand to stifle my sobs.

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, trying hard not to make a sound.

But something else leaked out, from between my fingers, from deep in my throat, from my chest... those sounds... I couldn't control them...

I wanted to grasp anything, anything at all, but I didn't dare to grasp anything.

I don't know what to do...

Then......

Shirley hugged me with her little arms...

Her little hands patted my back, once, once, once...

Just like when I used to lull her to sleep...

She was clearly trembling, clearly scared, and clearly had tears on her face.

But she comforted me first.

"Mom...it's okay...Mom..."

I hugged her tightly, buried my face in her shoulder, and cried...

[A few tens of seconds later]

I have to do something.

I forced myself to let go of Sherry and crawled to Jacks' side on my knees.

I put my finger under his nose—he wasn't breathing.

I placed my palm on his chest—there was no heartbeat.

I know......

I know he's dead...

But I did it anyway...

Once...

Once again...

I hope the next time will have a different result.

His mask was still on his face, covering most of it.

I have never seen what he really looks like.

I don't know what he looks like, I don't know his real name, and I don't know where he comes from.

He called himself Jacks Magis.

But that's not his real name.

The stories he told—the penguins, Aisha, the Chicken Principality—I still can't tell which are true and which are made up.

He always speaks with such seriousness that it's hard not to believe him.

But about my research, about the data, about how this secret could kill so many people, about that promise to "live happily ever after"...

Those are all undoubtedly true.

That was the last thing he said to me.

"In place of me, who failed to change everything."

He is younger than me, smarter than me, more righteous than me, more suited to live than me, and more suited to change the world than me.

But the person lying here is him.

It was because of me, this useless guy, that I survived...

Why is it always like this...?

God... why do you torment me like this...?

I don't know when it started, but I stopped treating him like a child.

He is a...very capable person.

He is a role model.

That's the kind of person everyone wants to be.

But I can't do it.

I can't be as resolute as him, I can't face everything with a smile like him, and I can't treat the weaker people with more seriousness than anyone else, even though I wear a mask that says "I am the strongest king".

"Mom...my brother..."

How can I tell Shirley...?

The brother who told her stories, the brother who taught her to draw, is dead...

Should I lie to her and say—did my brother... go to a better world...?

I don't know how to answer...

Those... lies... I can no longer tell them...

God...

I clearly don't believe you.

I clearly feel like you don't exist.

Or even if it exists, it's an evil god.

Otherwise, why do good people always die first?

Why were the robbers able to kill my husband?

Why were those who stole my data able to escape alive?

But at this moment, I kneel before this person lying on the ground, holding my daughter, and pray to you for the first time.

God, can you give Jax back?

Please, I beg you.

......

I don't know what I'm doing.

I'm talking to something I don't believe in.

But I was like a drowning man grasping at a straw.

I knew he couldn't come back, I knew death was death, and I knew a miracle wouldn't happen.

But I still said it.

......

The moonlight suddenly brightened, and tiny specks of light appeared in the air.

It was as if someone had lit a lamp in the sky, and the light poured down from between the clouds, falling on Jacks.

Those lights had color, a pale gold, like the afterglow of dusk.

Tiny specks of light appeared in the air, like fireflies, or something smaller and lighter.

They drifted in from all directions and gathered above Jax's body.

Even the wind felt warm.

The points of light began to coalesce, rotate, and weave together into a human shape.

Long green hair, a white robe, and that...that face I don't know how to describe.

He—she? —So beautiful that it's hard to tell if she's male or female.

It's impossible to tell if they're male or female, but they're just so beautiful, so beautiful they don't seem like real people.

He opened his green eyes.

She looked at me with a gentle smile.

That gentle smile seemed to say, "Everything will be alright."

"It's okay, I'll bring him back."

He knelt down and placed his hand on Jacks' chest.

Then—a miracle happened.

The wounds began to heal, as if time had reversed. The skin and flesh regenerated, the bones rejoined, and the blood seeped from the clothes and flowed back into the body along the fabric's texture.

Jacks' chest began to rise and fall.

It's very light, but it's definitely undulating.

His fingers twitched, then he clenched them into a fist, then relaxed them.

It's like waking up from a long dream, not fully awake yet.

"That's great, his soul hasn't gone too far, so there's still time."

Even legendary god-level magic can't bring the dead back to life, right?

But...it did it...

so......

Even his voice was gentle, giving people a sense of reassurance.

"Are you... a god?"

I found it ridiculous when I asked that question.

I don't believe in God. But this person... he came out of the light, he raised the dead, he did everything I thought was impossible.

"No. I..." He shook his head, paused for a moment, "I am... Alucard, merely a weapon created by the gods."

"So... there are gods in this world, right?"

"I have no idea. "

"How could that be? Then why... are you... here?"

He looked down at his hands, then at Jacks.

"The culprit behind the disappearance of this island is me. It was an aftershock of my arrival in this world. I heard that my actions were causing trouble, so I returned here to observe from another dimension."

"So... was your creator... a god from another world?"

"That's right."

"So, what is your purpose in coming here?"

He looked up at the night sky.

The moonlight fell on his green hair, making it look like it was plated with silver.

"The mission they gave me... is to come into this world, to find the destined King of Destiny, to help those in need with love and courage, to destroy the evil gods that threaten this world, and to demonstrate the gentle law."

"Why are you only showing up now?"

He was silent for a while.

"Because... I'm confused."

Feeling lost?

"That's right... I'm still confused about that mission and about this world, so I'm hiding in the shadows."

"What a noble mission... why am I feeling lost?"

He lowered his head, his long hair falling down and covering half of his face.

"Perhaps it's because the world is too terrible, perhaps I doubt whether such a world is worth saving, or perhaps it's because my green hair would frighten people, so I hid away, wanting to find the answers myself."

Green hair.

His hair gleamed faintly in the moonlight.

I know what green hair means in this world.

The Spelud, a cursed bloodline, an ominous symbol.

But he didn't give off that feeling at all.

That green hair was like life, like spring, like all beautiful things.

It's like being blessed...

"I see... So now... have you found the answer?"

He looked up at me and Shirley.

"I overheard your conversation. While I still have many questions, some things are no longer confusing me because of it."

"So...does God love people?"

He did not answer immediately.

A breeze blew from behind him, carrying a warm, faintly golden wind.

"That doesn't matter anymore...because...it's my love."

"I see... That's... wonderful..."

Then, accompanied by his gentle smile, the light that made him stand out slowly faded away.

The moonlight returned to ordinary moonlight.

Jacks woke up...

[Trevor's Perspective]

snort!

You old hag!

You're lucky you ran fast!

I was just about to kill you, and now I'm using my granddaughter as a shield?

I really hate you!

This time... you're lucky...

However, my ability to make up lies is truly remarkable. I impersonated Alucard and then resurrected myself.

He even answered Eileen's question perfectly. It really wasn't a waste of the background story I spent so long thinking about!

"Solomon! I have returned from hell!"

"Jacks!"

"elder brother!"

Just as I was about to lose my temper, the mother and daughter hugged me from both the front and the back.

Please, please don't hug me so tightly...

The clean clothes I'm wearing now are all fake products projected onto the screen...

"Okay, okay, it's alright now."

"but......"

"I'm sorry, it seems the gods don't want me to die like this either, and hope that I can personally fulfill those ideals."

"Hmm, your ideals are really too heavy..."

"Sorry, that was all I could think of at the time."

All I can think of are those lines...

I don't know how long this mother and daughter will hold me, but it should be enough, right?

"Alright, hold me a little longer, the battle's almost over. Now, let me show you what I'm capable of!"

Next up is—the Flash Sword Saint, Jax!

Of course, I can't use my full strength...

But it's still okay to look cool!

Wang broke free from the embrace of the beautiful woman and picked up his sword.

Damn it! This isn't my sword! That little girl's hands aren't clean, are they? She took the precious sword I just finished making!

Although I know it might have been a moment of panic, and the two swords look exactly the same, so she must have picked up the wrong one.

But I'm still not happy!

My brand new sword, you bastard...!

Ugh......

Never mind...

Looking cool is the priority now!

It can directly summon stone pillars to increase its height.

The king looked down at the ugly behavior of a group of ants.

"Hmph! A bunch of scoundrels! I was merely careless for a moment, and you actually managed to ambush me? This crime, you shall pay with your lives today!!!"

With his arms crossed, the king said, "Even without the royal treasure, I can now unleash multiple magic spells simultaneously."

This time... let's be a little silly...

"Ten thousand bolts of magic power! Five elements of power! Unleash them!!!"

Flames, wind blades, rock bursts, ice spears, and water cannons appeared all around him.

A barrage of bullet comments shot out!

Then......

The scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere was somewhat disgusting...

Even if arrows or magic attacks occasionally come, they never reach the king.

And then, those ranged units would naturally have to face the king's wrath first.

The magic was used indiscriminately, as if it were free.

Even the terrain has been altered.

The place that used to have trees as cover is now just a flat, smoking area.