Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

The dojo was silent. The disciples of the Water God School sat on both sides, waiting for the moment when the two would make their move.

"Master, why haven't they made a move yet?"

One student whispered to another, who was slightly older.

"Shh! A duel between masters often happens in an instant. Just watch."

"Master, it feels like the air has solidified, I can't breathe..."

"That's a clash of fighting spirits. The two of them are clashing. You'll understand when you reach a higher level."

"Watch closely! They've started!"

Suddenly, Alice gripped her sword to the side, her body transforming into a red flash, creating a surge of energy that rushed towards Gilead with immense force.

Inside the cubicle, the water goddess Reda was leisurely drinking tea, while Izuru, as if she had done something wrong, knelt shyly opposite her with her head down.

“Raise your head. Bring the Sword God School members to the Water God School's dojo for a duel. Izuru, you have quite the open-minded approach.”

"That's what Leda said in a calm tone."

“Master, so you didn’t care…”

As soon as Izoruti looked up, she saw Leda's kind smile and forced a smile back herself.

"But that doesn't mean you didn't do anything wrong..."

Ping!

呲!

Swish!

boom!

Bang!

Pong!

Leda was speaking when she suddenly heard sounds coming from the dojo: the clinking of wooden swords and the scraping of footsteps on the floor.

"The attacker is strong and has a fierce killing intent. He is a standard sword god. However, his sword strikes are very steady. If I heard correctly, it should be Kyrie Il.

Izuru also leaned closer. "Chop, flick, slash, stab, it feels like it has a lot of momentum, but not enough power. The sword energy is like the Sword God style, but it also has a defensive hand. The frequency of the sword strikes is very high, but every sword seems to be deflected. It's like both the Sword God style and the Water God style. Could it be Alice?"

"You heard right, Izuru, that is, Alice, just now she actually used the Silent Blade to parry and used the Sword God Style to unleash the Water God Style technique. This little girl is something else."

"Master, listen, the attacker's pace has slowed down, is she holding back...?"

"The battle aura is already rubbing together. That's a katana of light. No, but the speed is obviously a bit slow. Maybe they're holding back."

Swish!

When the noise stopped, Izuru stepped out of the cubicle and saw Alice lying motionless on the floor, panting heavily.

"I lost."

Alice said.

Chapter 157: Whispers (Part 3)

No Job Reincarnation: Even Without a Transfer Event, I Must Live Seriously [Chapter 157] Insider Chat (Part 3)

Chapter 157: Whispers (Part 3)

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Having just finished lunch, several maids crowded around the sink. In recent days, certain rumors had become the talk of the town in the streets and alleys of the capital. Whether in commoners' homes or noble mansions, gossip was constantly being heard.

"Do you think Miss Norlen's brother would abandon her?"

"A man who abandons his fiancée to be with another woman is truly despicable."

"That's it."

Like brother, like sister. Who knows, we might see her come back with a big belly soon.

"It's not as bad as you say."

"Shh! Don't say anything, Miss Norren is watching you."

Noren stood in front of the kitchen door for a few seconds, then walked away.

This wasn't the first time she had seen or heard the servants in the mansion huddled together, gossiping about her.

Several months have passed since she moved into the mansion, and even though Alice and Albert have been very attentive to her, some trivial matters still keep coming.

"Who told me I was a child abandoned by my family?"

Norren muttered to himself.

In terms of learning, I can't compare to my younger sister Aisha. Aisha can memorize sentences that I have to memorize for four or five days after reading them once. Aisha can master magic tricks that I have to practice for several months after only one or two practice sessions.

In terms of ability, he was no match for his older brother Rudeus. Rudeus learned intermediate water magic at the age of three, became a Saint-level magician at the age of five, became a tutor for the eldest daughter of the Boreas family at the age of seven, got engaged at the age of twelve, and went to study at the Lanoa Magic University with the support of a great nobleman.

And what about yourself?

Compared to her brother and sister, she was utterly mediocre. So much so that when she later lived with others in Boreas's house, she felt like a toothpick given away when buying fruit, or like the wrapping bag on a birthday gift—something dispensable.

"Little Norren, have you finished your homework this morning?"

A magnetic male voice entered my ears, followed by a tall figure blocking my view.

Noren looked up and saw the person in front of him was Albert.

"Lord Albert."

Noren hugged Albert tightly as if she were being affectionate, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Tell me, who bullied little Norlen?"

Albert looked down at Noren with affection and gently stroked her head.

Noren remained silent. She did not intend to tell Albert about her experience. Although she was not as clever as Aisha, she had thought that the servants were people who served her. If she complained, she would offend them. If she were to face further difficulties in her life, her life would be even worse.

Albert noticed several servants in the distance looking at him and Norren, and found their gazes unexpectedly irritating.

The next day, the Boreas family mansion received a new batch of servants.

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Wangdu Theater Street

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"How is Your Highness's mood today? What made you decide to come see the Demon Empress, Chihirika?"

In the private room, Sal drank a cup of hot tea, his hands, as if from a mummy, gently stroked his beard, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he were savoring the fragrance of the tea.

He sat side by side with Halphas, and the servants on either side of them very conscientiously refilled their teacups with fresh tea.

“Maybe it’s because I’m bored,” Halphas said. “Every few years, my father would take us siblings to watch this play. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the kind of person who can control great power.”

He had heavy dark circles under his eyes, and his face looked much more haggard.

Thrall said in a low voice, "Forgive my bluntness, but the more powerful a person is, the less likely they are to be misled by external things. Perhaps Prince Halphas has not yet achieved this."

"Something external to the mind? I think so too, I'm still far from that level."

Halfas stroked his chin and suddenly smiled, but the smile was fleeting. It wasn't a genuine smile of happiness or joy, but rather a bitter smile that betrayed the deep-seated suffering within.

"If His Highness Halfas can set aside his romantic feelings for Miss Lilith and seize the opportunity that Miss Lilith has provided for him, this old minister believes that His Highness Halfas can continue to overpower His Highness Gravel and His Highness Ariel. At that time, His Highness Halfas will become the one who truly controls great power."

"Ha, it's not that easy."

Halfas stood up and went to the window, his eyes constantly searching among the opera audience, even if it was just someone who looked like him.

If only she were here.

For a moment, Halfas swayed precariously, as if he might fall out of the window at any moment.

"Your Highness."

Thrall struggled to his feet, placing a hand on Halphas's shoulder to support him.

"Lord Sal... what should I do?"

Halfas stammered.

Sal lowered his voice, "Your Highness, this is an excellent opportunity provided by Miss Lilith. You must not miss it. Once Miss Lilith returns to her country, she will surely be able to establish your victory. Your Highness, do not waste this opportunity that Miss Lilith has traded her reputation for. Cast aside worldly concerns and become a strongman, Your Highness!"

As Halphas listened to Thrall's words, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. For him, the only thing outside his heart was his feelings for Lilith. No man would let his woman trade something as precious as her reputation.

He couldn't climb up the ladder by clinging to what Lilith had traded her body and soul for.

But he had to do it, and the image of his mother falling into the lake from the cruise ship would appear in his mind again and again, especially in the dead of night.

His fist clenched again, his nails digging into his flesh and drawing blood. Unlike the other princes and princesses, Halphas's purpose in becoming king was to find the real killer of his mother. He had a greater desire to obtain the throne than anyone else.

At this point, he faced a crucial choice: either maintain his psychological fastidiousness and waste the opportunity Lilith offered, or even go to Sharia to win back Lilith and continue to love only Lilith.

Alternatively, abandon everything else, abandon Lilith, seize the opportunity Lilith provides, and overpower Gravel and Ariel in one fell swoop.

"If Your Highness is truly finding it difficult to decide, then let this old minister assist you."

Halfas turned around. "How do you plan to help me?"

popping.

After saying that, Sal clapped his hands lightly, and several young women entered the private room. They stood in a row, each of them possessing a face that would be among the best in any brothel or theater, with full breasts like honeydew melons, slender waists and pert hips. Under those proud curves of their bodies, no man could remain unmoved.

"To become a strong person who can let go of external things, one must first become a person with extreme desires."

Chapter 158: School Anniversary (Part 1)

No Job Reincarnation: Even Without a Transfer Event, I Will Still Live Seriously [Chapter 158] School Anniversary (Part 1)

Chapter 158: School Anniversary (Part 1)

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The early summer breeze swept through Sharia, and it turned out that even in a northern land like Sharia, one could still feel the warmth. Most of the people on the streets had changed into light clothing, and apart from being slightly chilly in the early morning and evening, it was noticeably warmer at other times.

Today is the first day of the school's anniversary celebration, and I also received two letters.

Holding these two envelopes puzzled me. Both letters were from Roya, but one was signed Janice and the other Paul. They were from the same family, so why did they write to each other separately?

Does that mean they got divorced?

In my past life, I had a pair of parents with a harmonious relationship, but I didn't cherish them. In this life, am I just a pitiful child whose parents divorced?

Just kidding, I can't think of any reason why they got divorced.

Could something have happened at home?

Or were Janice and Paul, as parents, writing letters separately to express their longing for their son?

To be honest, during my five years in Rojana, apart from meeting Paul once, I had absolutely no contact with my family. Paul also forbade me to correspond with my family, so I never even thought about writing letters. Over time, now that I'm in Sharia, I've forgotten to write home.

I held the two envelopes in my hands, looking at them again and again, but I didn't dare to open them. I carefully placed them on the table, and vaguely noticed a few lines of writing on the back of the envelope sent by Janice:

"Rudy, your dad loves you."

"Rudy, don't listen to your father, Mom loves you more."

"Rudy, your mom is lying to you. Your dad loves you more than she does."

"Rudy, we miss you."

Looking at these lines, I was stunned. I didn't know what to feel. My nose felt a little sore, and my throat felt like it was blocked by something.

But that was only after reading a few words on the envelope.

Over the years, I haven't spent much time with Janice and Paul. After five years apart, I only stayed at their home for a month before leaving again. I never knew what kind of feelings Paul and Janice had towards me, but I think I understand somewhat how my parents felt about me in my past life.

I became increasingly curious about the letter's contents, so I opened it first:

“Dear Rudy, how have you been lately? Have you made any new friends at school? I’ve heard about Rudy’s story; it’s all over the place. Rudy is a great hero! Mom is so proud of you, but I still think it’s better for Rudy not to push himself too hard.”

“Some happy things have happened in our family recently. Your father has been promoted to the city defense commander of Roya, so our whole family has moved to Roya. Although it’s not as quiet as Bouyana Village, life is much more convenient, and we’ve made a lot of new friends. People come to visit us almost every day.”

"Let me tell you about your sisters. They've both started school and are doing very well, especially Aisha. She's become the school's leader, and the teachers all praise her highly. It's true that if you have an outstanding brother, you'll have an outstanding sister."

Aisha has become the leader of the kids; hopefully, she won't turn into one of those delinquent girls with curly hair who constantly spouts "gumo yaru" with a trilled "r," nor will she become...

"Although I don't know how you are doing over there, Rudy, everything is fine here at home. I miss you very much. If things settle down, please write a letter home."

"By the way, please give my regards to Silphie on behalf of Mom..."