Jobless Reincarnation: Emiya the Great Hero Must Show His True Skills

The astonishing scenes of the Great Transfer still flashed through his mind, and he couldn't easily ignore the dream he had just had of meeting a god.

Of course, Shirou didn't care whether humans or gods were enemies or friends.

For him, since gods and humans are like a kind of restraining force, they cannot be understood by human thinking.

Such individuals could not possibly possess human thought processes or logic, much less develop the same moral and ethical values ​​as humans.

It is impossible, and absolutely impossible, to try to empathize with and understand beings like gods using any level of thinking.

The best approach is to simply avoid any involvement with such entities and keep to ourselves; that would be the best choice.

At least after Shirou acquired Emiya's memories, he no longer dared to harbor any illusions about such beings that transcend human intelligence, and he could not afford to let his guard down against things like the Counter Force and gods. Otherwise, he might very well follow in Emiya's footsteps and become a slave to the Counter Force.

Shirou shook his head, trying to stop thinking about gods and humans.

"call……!"

A cold wind swept in from the desolate countryside.

Shirou then realized that the surrounding environment was extremely dark, even eerie.

In stark contrast to the Central Continent, the air on the Demon Continent is inexplicably heavy, and the total amount of magic power escaping from the air is unimaginable. Naturally, this makes it easier for even more exaggerated magic power redundancy to occur than on the Central Continent, leading to the birth of monsters.

Moreover, the environment of the Demon Continent is extremely desolate. Looking around, one can see the parched and cracked earth stretching outwards under the night sky, with almost no grass or other plants in sight.

To put it extremely, this continent is even more desolate than a desert; you can't even find a single insect.

The overall environment was too quiet, to the point of being almost oppressive.

As Shirou lamented the environment of the Demon Continent and prepared himself to survive on such a desolate land, the figure on the other side of the campfire seemed to notice his movements and looked over, but did not speak immediately.

"..."

Shirou had noticed the other man long ago, but seeing that the man over there didn't seem to be speaking, he naturally didn't intend to speak either.

Their eyes met.

Shirou noticed that the other person was observing him, so he simply began to observe the other person in return.

He was a mature-looking man with emerald green hair, porcelain-white skin, a ruby-like sensory organ on his forehead, a scar running across his face, sharp eyes, and a serious expression, giving him a dangerous impression.

The most eye-catching thing was undoubtedly the trident placed beside the man.

Seeing the trident, the green hair, and the ruby ​​on the man's forehead, Shirou recalled the legends about the Spelud tribe that Loki and the Grellard family had told him long ago.

According to them, the Spelud are the most vicious and terrifying people in the world. Never approach them or speak to them.

Based on this kind of verbal instruction and personal example, Shirou instinctively became wary when he realized that this might be a Spelud.

But he quickly came to his senses and realized that he had overreacted.

After all, the other party hadn't hurt him since the beginning.

Let alone the Spelud, any villain would sit there quietly waiting for him and Alice to wake up.

Shirou then gradually calmed himself down.

He took a deep breath and relaxed.

In order to cope with any crisis, he has been trying to strengthen himself over the years so that he will not feel fear because of some inexplicable experience.

So what if they are Speluds?

Shirou is confident that he can protect himself and Alice while facing powerful enemies.

He has honed himself to this goal and reached where he is today.

Having overcome his instinctive fear of the term "Spelud," Shirou was able to observe the man's attitude more clearly.

When the other person was observing me, their expression was a mixture of unease and resignation.

Shirou was very familiar with this expression; it was often the attitude that a person would have when they felt powerless about something, had tried for a long time but still had no results, and were about to give up.

This suggests that the other party may be aware that the Spelud people are disliked, and therefore has prepared themselves for being ostracized.

People who hold this mindset are unlikely to be bad people.

It's much easier to interact with than unknown entities like gods or humans who are clearly irrational.

In addition, Shirou himself had a kind of intuitive attitude, so he felt that even if the person in front of him was a dangerous Spelud, he might not necessarily be a bad person.

Stereotypes are not a good thing.

After making thorough preparations, Shirou took the initiative to speak, saying, "Hello, thank you for saving us."

"……Um."

The green-haired man seemed quite surprised that Shirou had spoken up.

He seemed completely unprepared for this situation and didn't know how to react.

Since Shirou had chosen to trust the other party, he took the initiative to introduce himself: "My name is Shirou, and the girl here is Alice. We were transferred to this place for some reason."

"I see."

The green-haired man pondered, "I heard the commotion coming from this side and found the two of you lying in the wilderness. Humans are very fragile, so I lit a fire for you to keep warm."

"Thank you."

"..."

Shirou's repeated expression of gratitude caused the green-haired man to pause in an eerie silence. After a long hesitation, the latter finally managed to ask, "Um... are you blind?"

"What? I can see it."

"So, is it because your parents didn't teach the Spelud people anything during your upbringing?"

"No, I have heard some rumors."

"...Aren't you afraid of me?"

The man slowed his tone, as if confirming Shirou's thoughts.

At this moment, the other person even exuded a somewhat timid attitude, clearly not being able to accept being disliked.

Even so, the other party still intervened and saved Shirou and Alice.

This demonstrates his integrity.

Shirou then spoke sincerely: "I don't care. Whether they are Speluds or demons, as long as they are people with a sense of justice, I will not be afraid because of their stance."

"Justice... What you're saying, young man, is truly unbelievable."

A look of surprise appeared on the green-haired man's face.

But he accepted Shirou's point of view and quietly said, "My name is Rigellude Speludia, and I am from the legendary Spelud tribe."

"It seems that rumors can't be entirely trusted."

"why?"

"Because, Lord Rajirud, although you are a Spelud, you are a good person, not a villain."

"..."

Shirou's words silenced Rachel.

The tall man suddenly became like a shy young girl, as if he had never received such praise before, and thus became somewhat awkward.

Seeing this, Shirou couldn't help but chuckle, then changed the subject, asking, "By the way, what exactly is this place?"

"This is the Biyekoa region in the northeast of the Demon Continent, near the old city of Qishiris."

"It really is the Demon Continent..."

The words of God and man have been fulfilled.

But Shirou did not therefore trust in gods and men.

He was now desperately trying to recall the location of the Demon Continent on the map, and then he was surprised to realize that this place seemed to be on the other side of the planet, compared to the Kingdom of Asura.

It can be said to be the gap between the North and South Poles.

"They've actually run all this far... Do they have to walk all the way back?"

Shirou frowned.

It was only then that he suddenly realized how inconvenient transportation was in this world. There was simply no way to move quickly, and even the means of transportation were just outdated horse-drawn carriages.

If one were to return to the Kingdom of Asura, it would almost be necessary to walk back.

As Shirou considered his next journey and realized that he was about to embark on an indescribable long trip, Rigel suddenly spoke up: "Don't worry, Shirou, I will definitely send you back."

"Uh? Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Shirou never expected Rijkaard to say such a thing, and he couldn't imagine what kind of kind-hearted person the other party really was.

Rachel Luther, however, spoke frankly: "I cannot abandon the children; doing so would damage the prestige of the Spelud tribe."

"prestige……"

"Well, in this day and age, the Spelud tribe seems to have lost all its prestige."

Rachel Rudd spoke with a bitter expression.

As a demon, he seemed to have lived for a very long time, to the point that he had fallen into a state of nostalgia.

Seeing this, Shirou didn't disturb the other's contemplation and spoke in a frank tone: "Alright then, if Lord Rajirude is willing to help us get home, I will give you a certain reward."

Although Shirou was confident in his own strength, he didn't really know enough about the Demon Continent.

For him alone to bring Alice back to the Kingdom of Asura would likely be an unimaginably difficult journey.

If Rachel Rudd is willing to help, it would save him a lot of trouble.

"As for rewards, I don't need that kind of thing..."

"It's alright, just consider it my personal gratitude."

Shirou would never let Ridge Rudd help him for free.

He carefully considered the matter and felt that if the other party was truly willing to help, then ordinary wealth might not be a suitable reward at all.

Ideally, one should use their expertise in forging to create a weapon for the other party.

Since Rijrud uses a gun, perhaps it would be a good idea to forge a gun-type Noble Phantasm for him as a reward?

Instinctively, Shirou's mind flashed through various Noble Phantasms, such as the Spear that Pierces Death Thorns, the Halberd of Heaven, the Spear Tip that Soars Through the Stars, and the Indestructible Extreme Spear, and even Karna's God-Slaying Spear.

Forging weapons of that caliber would not only reward Rijkaard but also improve his forging skills, making it a win-win situation.

Chapter 179 Shirou, are you perhaps a famous swordsman?

Shirou and Rigel shared their stories and established a basic level of trust.

However, neither of them delved further into the other's background, maintaining a sense of restraint.

For this reason alone, Shirou developed a strong liking for Rigel.

At least, Rigdell's attitude was honest enough, much better than that of the likes of the gods who openly probed you, giving Shirou a complete sense of trust.

And so, the two chatted all night, talking about topics related to the Demon Continent.

During the process, Rigdl also reminded Shirou that it would be best not to let Alice see him after she woke up.

Shirou didn't quite understand, so he didn't do as instructed.

It was early the next morning.

Alice suddenly opened her eyes.

She woke up from her dream, sat up abruptly, opened her eyes wide and looked around, and a sense of unease gradually appeared on her face.

Finally, only when Shirou's image was reflected in her pupils did she show a clear expression of relaxation, but this expression only lasted for a second before she met the eyes of Rijkaard sitting next to her.

"Aa ...

The girl suddenly let out a shrill scream.

Upon seeing Rijerud's appearance, Alice stumbled backward, then stood up to try to escape, but lost her balance and fell back down, her legs trembling with fear.

"Alice?"

Although Shirou was prepared for Alice's reaction, he still didn't expect it to be so exaggerated, realizing that he had underestimated how deep the stereotypes left by the Spelud race were in this world.

"Nooo ...

Meanwhile, Alice was still in a state of panic. She was so terrified that she forgot to run away and just curled up in a ball, trembling all over and screaming at the top of her lungs.