Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

Izaluna carefully caught the stone slab with both hands, cradling it in her palms, and whispered, "Thank you..."

"Okay, I'm leaving now, bye-bye."

The two waved goodbye.

……

When Sieg got home that evening, he took out the stone tablet and saw a message written on it by Izoruna: "Good evening, young master. Are you home yet? Is this how you use it? Can you receive messages?"

Zig replied: Of course.

Izaluna: Oh wow, not bad, not bad, this thing is really good.

Zig: Hehe, this is a birthday present from my blue mom last year. She's a Beagle, and her people communicate by reading words. There are only two pieces, so you'd better keep them safe.

Izoruna: Of course! The roasted potatoes were especially delicious today, piping hot. Can't you talk to Mr. Alphonse about going home tomorrow? You're so old, why would you want him to pick you up and take you home?

Zieg: That's not impossible. I'll wait for you tomorrow night.

Izaluna: Okay!

……

The following evening, Sieg and Izaluna left the dojo together. The weather in April was very sunny and not as cold as winter. Sieg wore a black undershirt and a burgundy linen jacket with a gold thread trim and a fitted waist. Izaluna wore a simple black dojo training uniform. Her dark blue hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and two black hair clips lifted her bangs to reveal her clean, broad forehead.

There were few lights on the road. Sieg had his left hand in his pocket and his right hand swinging back and forth at his side with each step. Izoruna was the opposite, with a backpack slung over her right shoulder, her right hand gripping the strap, and her left hand free, close to Sieg's side.

"I remember now, what was the song that the warriors sang during today's history class, when Percyus the Ankylosaurus was fighting the demon god?"

Izoruna glanced at Sieg and asked, "You mean you have no clothes to wear?"

"You said you had no clothes to wear, so I gave you my robe to wear." (How can you say you have no clothes? I will share my robe with you.)

Zieg said there was a second half to the sentence.

"Whether in life or death, whether near or far, I have sworn to cherish you." (In life and death, in separation and reunion, we made a vow.)

Izoruna didn't speak, glanced at Sieg, and continued walking. Sieg then said, "I will hold your hand until time hides our youth." (Holding hands, growing old together)

"Um……"

As they spoke, Sieg's right hand was first grasped by Izoruna, and then he felt his palm being slowly pressed against by a cool, moist, and slightly warm sensation, the delicate and soft feeling filling the gaps between Sieg's fingers.

She held his hand tightly.

He saw her purse her lips, glance at him, and then quickly look away, her eyes seeming to redden slightly.

He didn't let go, but pressed his hand tightly against hers, their fingers pressed together.

[Side Story] The Love of the Water God (Part 4)

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events [Side Story] The Love of the Water God (Part 4)

Amidst a few withered cherry blossoms drifting in the April breeze, the two held hands until they reached the school gate before parting ways. Izoruna didn't buy the roasted potatoes she always talked about, and it was then that Sieg suddenly understood...

It turns out, she just wanted to stay with him a little longer...

When he got home that evening, Zig picked up the stone slab, thought for a long time, and then uttered his first words:

Zig: This is the first time I've ever held hands with a girl like this.

Izoruna: ...

Izuru...

Zig: So, what are we?

Izuru...

Izuru...

Izaluna: ...I guess so?

Zieg: What is our relationship...?

Izuru...

Izaluna: ...Let's just say...I consider you family! Okay?

Zig: It's good, but I didn't get to eat any roasted potatoes...

Izuru: There's always tomorrow! I'll take you out to eat tomorrow!

……

Zig put away the stone tablet, placed it in front of his chest, and closed his eyes.

As darkness fell completely, a feeling rose within me that I couldn't quite put into words. It was like something indescribable, something I couldn't grasp or touch, something that wouldn't stick to my hand or shake off, yet it still brought a warmth to my heart—a warmth that I could see but couldn't touch, feel, or see clearly.

That night, Zig tossed and turned, unable to sleep, his feelings clearly distinguished between family and others.

Calling them "family" is probably just her way of saying she's embarrassed to admit she has other thoughts.

But his father had taught Sieg that, when Sieg was young, Rudius had said that as a man, one should take on more responsibilities.

Just like now, Sieg suddenly felt that there was a thin veil between him and Izoruna, but Izoruna, for some inexplicable reason, did not want to break through it at such a hasty time.

Actually, it's not hard to understand. I've seen too many people who got along well, but ended up not being able to be friends because of one person's sudden confession. From the current point of view, Sieg can feel Izoruna's goodwill.

Zieg couldn't tell whether Izaruna's thoughts were clever or clumsy, but he always felt that the fact that Izaruna was able to hold his hand and interlock her fingers was the greatest courage she could muster.

Thinking this way, Zieg opened the stone tablet again and wrote the following sentence on it:

"Holding hands and growing old together" is a phrase originally used to describe the friendship between comrades-in-arms. You said we are "family," and I think your original intention may not be limited to us being just friends who practice swordsmanship together. But you can't be sure what would happen if we took it a step further, because I have not been able to convey my attitude to you. This is my fault, because I don't know what you meant.

However, if you're interested in taking our friendship a step further, I don't dare make any long promises. But during our years at Royal Academy, as long as we're still getting along, it doesn't matter if we're not friends or family. I am yours, and you are mine.

……

The next morning, Zieg got up half an hour early for the first time ever. He picked up the stone slab that had fallen under the bed at some point. The night had passed, and he still hadn't received a reply to the message he sent the night before.

"Perhaps she hasn't seen it yet."

Zig muttered something to himself, then quickly got dressed and hurried outside.

Alphonse was sweeping in the yard when he saw him come out. A hint of surprise flashed in his cloudy old eyes: "Young master got up early today."

"Hmm." Zieg nodded and walked out with light steps.

"Young master, don't you eat breakfast?"

"I'm not eating anymore, I'll eat at the academy."

"It seems that young master Sieg is getting on in years."

Alphonse muttered to himself, watching Sieg's figure disappear through the doorway, a slight smile appearing on his gaunt face.

Upon arriving at the academy, Sieg didn't go directly to the dojo, but instead went around to the cafeteria.

He didn't know what he was expecting, but when he pushed open the cafeteria door, his heart would suddenly skip a beat if he saw a familiar figure in the corner, but there was none.

Perhaps we arrived too early, because there was no sign of Izuru in the cafeteria, and we didn't see her even after we finished eating.

Back in the classroom, he remembered that the only classes he shared with Izaluna were the afternoon literature and history class and the Water God Style swordsmanship class. However, Izaluna's literature and history class was not in the Imperial Academy. This meant that if Sieg wanted to see Izaluna sooner, he would have to skip his literature and history class in the Imperial Academy and go to the Noble Academy to find her.

"Forget it, let's wait for the Water God's lesson."

Although he was the son of the regent, leading the way in skipping classes was never a good thing, Zieg thought.

Even during the afternoon's Water God Style swordsmanship class, Sieg sparred with Izoruna again.

This time, he did not use the techniques of the Sword God School, nor the methods of the Northern God School, but simply used the starting stance of the Water God School.

Seeing Sieg holding his sword with both hands, standing upright, and assuming the starting stance of the Water God Style, Izuru paused, her face seemed to flush slightly, and then she held her breath.

When Sieg saw Izoruna's appearance, he unconsciously held his breath. He could sense that her breathing was already somewhat disordered, but Sieg's breathing and heartbeat were also disordered to the point of being almost uncontrollable.

At the start of the round, Izaluna unexpectedly took the initiative to attack. She sheathed her wooden sword at her waist, assumed an iaido stance, and then lowered her center of gravity before unleashing a powerful strike.

This isn't the Water God Style, it's a technique from the Sword God Style: Flow

"brush!"

As Izaluna's sword whistled through the air, Sieg seemed to instantly understand her thoughts. He dodged the attack with his sword, and in the instant he slashed at Izaluna head-on.

Izoruna was startled when she saw the move, but her body reacted quickly and blocked the sword. However, the moment the swords touched, she suddenly realized Sieg's true intention.

"This is the third move of the Peeling Sword!"

Although they recognized Sieg's move, it was too late; Sieg's second sword strike had already been unleashed.

It was too late for Izoruna to parry with her sword. She could only dodge on instinct, while Sieg immediately withdrew his strength and unleashed a third strike!

The sword strike, delivered rather carelessly, landed on Izoruna's wrist, knocking the sword away.

You're different today.

Izaluna picked up the sword, wiping her sweat as she said, "Your mind was too calm today, and the third move of the Sword of Detachment... I only used it on you once, and you learned it."

Actually, my heart isn't at peace either, it's just that you're too chaotic today.

Seeing that Izora's handkerchief was soaked with sweat, Sieg handed her another handkerchief he had brought with him. "I think I understand the Water God Style a bit better now. Also, you received the message from last night, right?"

Izoruna glanced at him without saying a word, but there was something sparkling in her eyes. She sheathed her sword, took a folded piece of paper from her pocket, stuffed it into Sieg's hand, and hurriedly ran out.

Zieg opened the note, which read:

I couldn't sleep last night after seeing your message. You're so annoying! I've got dark circles under my eyes, what am I going to do? I dreamt about you last night, I dreamt you were holding me, but it was just in a dream. In real life, we just hold hands, but I was thinking about you. I even murmured your name in my dream... Ugh, why did you have to be so blunt? How can I face you now? And you said you're mine only for these past few years? I don't believe I'm yours, I'm not yours! But if you're willing to say you're mine, I can barely accept it ╯^╰ Hmph, are you done reading yet? If you are, hurry up and come back to the show, don't keep me waiting too long!

“Izaluna…”

Zig put away the note and rushed out without even changing his clothes.

People outside the gate were all in a hurry, heading towards the school gate or back to their dormitories.

"She's still waiting for me!"

The figures were scattered, and the girl with the dark blue high ponytail had long since disappeared into the darkness and the shadows. Zig kept weaving through the figures, running almost all over the East Campus, but still couldn't find her.

"You promised to wait for me..."

Even as the dormitory curfew bell rang and the crowds gradually dispersed, that thin figure still did not appear.

"Moreover, I was tricked."

Zig spat on the ground, returned to the dojo to change his clothes, and walked out step by step. What should have been a fifteen-minute walk from the dojo entrance to the school entrance felt like a journey through life and death.

After tonight, Izoruna and I might never be able to be friends again.

A few scattered cherry blossoms brushed against Zieg's face, his red eyes flashed, and at the school gate, he seemed to see a familiar figure. That figure seemed to have seen Zieg as well, and she waved and jumped around.

……

"Zig! Come here quickly! I've been waiting for you for ages!"

"Oh dear! Young master! You look like you're about to cry. Who made you suffer this injustice?!"

"Boss! Two servings of roasted potatoes, please! Extra salt!"

When I fed "Dragon God's Diary" to DeepSeek

Writing as Resistance: On the Metahistorical Experiment and Epistemological Turn in Fantasy Narrative of "The Dragon God's Diary"

Summary

As a fan fiction based on the world of *Mushoku Tensei*, *Dragon God's Diary* constitutes a rare intellectual experiment within the fantasy literature genre with its unique pseudo-academic narrative form and conscious meta-historical consciousness. This paper proposes that the core contribution of this work lies in completing an "epistemological turn in fantasy narrative"—it no longer treats the fantasy world as a given, transparent stage, but constructs it as a "text-battlefield" that needs to be interpreted, archaeologically examined, and contested. The work problematizes historical writing itself through a pseudo-academic framework, reveals the systematic erasure of memory by power through the "Holocaust conjecture," and demonstrates the possibility of reconstructing fantasy settings through historical materialism through a magic punk worldview. This paper further points out that the deep structure of this work is a "burdened narrative"—the tension between intellectual density and narrative fluency is not a technical flaw, but rather an aesthetic price that intellectual novels inevitably pay. Ultimately, *Dragon God's Diary* establishes "writing" itself as a political practice of resisting forgetting, completing a serious response to the core propositions of historical philosophy within the field of genre fiction.

Keywords: Yuan Dynasty historiography; pseudo-academic narrative; epistemological turn; burdened narrative; historical writing; *The Dragon God's Diary*

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I. Introduction: When Fantasy Worlds Become Texts Requiring Interpretation

1.1 From “Given World” to “Constructing a World”

From its inception, fantasy literature has been inextricably linked to the creation of "worlds." From Tolkien's Middle-earth to Martin's Westeros, fantasy writers have used their astonishing imaginations to construct "second worlds" with their own independent geography, history, language, and mythology. However, a long-neglected question remains: how are these worlds typically "given" to the reader in the narrative?

In most fantasy works, the world exists as a "transparent backdrop." Readers see the world through the eyes of characters, learn history through the voice of an omniscient narrator, and supplement their knowledge through appendices and annotations—but the world itself, as a system of meaning that needs to be interpreted, is usually obscured by narrative conventions. Readers are invited to "immerse" themselves in the world, rather than "examine" how the world is constructed.

The uniqueness of *Dragon God's Diary* lies first and foremost in its breaking of this convention. In this work, the world is no longer a given, transparent backdrop, but a text that needs to be interpreted, examined, and contested. Readers do not directly enter the magical punk world of Ankylion Calendar 622, but rather indirectly touch that world through the protagonist, Calfi White's, academic research—his choice of dissertation topics, literature reviews, historical source analysis, and theoretical deductions. In other words, the world itself becomes the object of hermeneutics.

1.2 The Epistemological Potential of Fan Fiction

This shift holds particular significance within the context of fan fiction. As a form of participatory culture, fan fiction differs from traditional original literature in that it always defines itself within its relationship with the original work. This relationship is typically understood as derivative and subordinate—fan fiction serves as a supplement, rewrite, or tribute to the original.

However, *Dragon God's Diary* reveals a more radical possibility: fan fiction can become an epistemological critique of the original work. It no longer merely fills in the imaginative gaps within the framework defined by the original, but pushes the original work itself into a position of scrutiny—the original's settings are no longer taken for granted, but are questions that can be questioned, reconstructed, and even negated. When the novel sets the "transfer event" of *Mushoku Tensei* as a variable that "may or may not happen," and interprets Orsteed's reincarnation curse as a systemic rule spanning the universe, it is essentially asking: How is the narrative logic of the original possible? On what implicit premises is its worldview built?

This questioning elevates fan fiction from an "extension of emotion" to a "dialogue of ideas."