Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

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Seeing that the atmosphere had eased a bit, Paul left to patrol. This was a no-go zone, Paul.

They're really unreliable.

"Rudy?"

Hilfi placed her hand on mine. "I know my figure won't attract men, but I'm determined to become the kind of girl Rudy likes."

Her eyes were vacant.

崩坏

This is the first word that comes to mind. To some extent, Silphi is slowly heading towards collapse.

"I've always liked Sylphie!"

Her gaze didn't change, what should I do...?

“Mother, Miss Lilia, you both know that I have always liked Sylphie, haven’t you?”

“Silphi…”

Hilfi fainted again.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Home (Part Seven)

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfiction - Even Without a Transfer Event, We Must Live Seriously [Chapter 32] Home (Part 7)

Chapter Thirty-Two: Home (Part Seven)

……

Hilfi fainted again.

This is probably the third time it has happened in the two days since I got home.

I had a bad feeling. Looking at the empty look in Silphie's eyes before she fainted, I felt that she might develop into a yandere girlfriend.

This is not a good sign.

But looking at Silphie like this, I have absolutely no clue what to do. When she wakes up again, she'll definitely be the same as always—gentle and optimistic. But if we talk about that kind of thing, or if some coincidence makes her think I don't like her anymore, she'll become very strange.

To be honest, I'm afraid to face her anymore, terrified that she might turn back into that kind of person. And unlike Alice, who only physically assaulted me, Sylphie has been subjected to psychological torture.

Hilfi's empty eyes were terrifying; you had no idea what she would do next.

Or I could just leave Silphie at home and then sneak off to Lanoa Magic University. Silphie's in this state definitely wouldn't be able to travel.

No, no matter how you look at it, Sylphie's current state is related to me. Abandoning Sylphie and running away is such an irresponsible act... and if I leave Sylphie, what might she do?

Many junior high school students commit suicide because of failed relationships, and there are also many who self-harm because of such things, and quite a few junior high school students carve words on their bodies.

Will Sylphie turn into that kind of thing too?

But what can I do? I can't do anything.

That's it. Stay in the bedroom and don't go out anymore.

……

"Rudy? Dinner's ready."

……

"Young Master Rudius, dinner is ready."

……

"dong dong dong"

"Brother, come out and eat!"

……

"Brother, come out and eat!"

……

"Young Master Rudius, I've left the rest in the kitchen. Please come out and eat if you're hungry."

……

Just go back to the life of a NEET (Not in Education, Employment, or Training) and don't have to think about or do anything. Wait for your parents to bring in the food, eat and drink your fill, then lie in bed. When you're bored, play online games; when you feel empty, masturbate. Don't leave the room unless you need to go to the bathroom.

Perhaps this is how my life will end.

Haha, how ridiculous.

When I first arrived in this world, I thought, since I'm in another world, I should show my true abilities. In my previous life, I looked down on those who were hardworking and motivated because I thought that if I really worked hard, I would be stronger than them.

In reality, that was just an excuse I made for not being able to do certain things.

Now that I'm really trying to show my true abilities, I've ended up with this result again.

No matter how many times I'm reincarnated, I'll always be a scumbag. In the end, I can only be a scumbag NEET.

……

"Is it already morning?"

I lazily sat up in bed. At this time, I should be going for my morning exercise.

Forget it, I'm just a useless, good-for-nothing NEET, there's no need for me to do things that waste my energy.

"dong dong dong"

Is someone knocking on the door?

Just like in my previous life, ignoring it was the right thing to do.

"dong dong dong"

Still typing, so annoying.

I lay back down and then covered my head with the blanket.

"bump!"

Was that the sound of the door being kicked open?

The last time I heard this sound was in Roya, I think.

"Rudy, get up and practice your swordsmanship."

That's Paul's voice. Ha, what an unreliable scumbag.

Never mind, I have no right to say anything about him.

"No."

Don't worry about me, just let me rot in the house.

The space on the bed suddenly felt smaller, probably because Paul sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m telling you, Rudy, the only one who can help Sylphie get out of this situation is you.”

Eh?

What did he mean by that? But I don't know how to help Sylphie.

“Rudy, Hilfi always saw you as the prince charming who rescued her from the demon cave. You taught her everything, and even gave her your extremely precious magic wand and books. Later, Roltz and I also noticed that she developed feelings for you.”

"At first, it felt okay. After all, it would be great if such a lovely girl could become my daughter-in-law. However, she has already developed a certain dependence on you. I have seen too many examples like this. Once you leave, she becomes like a walking corpse."

"So at that time, we decided to separate you. You probably know what happened afterward. Both Roltz and Sylphie's mothers died tragically in front of Sylphie."

“Now, all that Hilfi can rely on is you. If you continue to love her and stay with her, that would be fine, but since you are already engaged to the young lady, even if you still think about her, she has been left with a wound in her heart.”

"Whether this wound can be healed or not depends on you, Rudy."

"Only you can save her, Rudy."

Am I the only one who can save Sylphie? But I can't, can I?

How can I save him, Paul?

That was Paul's footsteps. Had he already gone far away?

"dong dong dong"

Who is it?

The door should be open.

“Young Master, this is something you’ve always treasured. I hid it for you before, and now it’s on your desk.”

It's Lilia, the sound of high heels, that's right.

What did she put on the table?

After hearing Lilia's footsteps fade into the distance, I lifted the covers. There was a small wooden box on the table; I remembered this box.