Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

Her name was Helen. She was born in a rural area near the capital, three years older than me, and like me, a doctoral student at the Ars Imperial University, though she specialized in theology. Because of my relatively wealthy family background, I had connections to pull strings, so even though I failed courses and transferred schools, my academic progress was still quite fast. Doctoral students like her, about to graduate at 27, were the norm in universities.

She was the first person I met when I first enrolled in school, and she strictly required me to address her respectfully as "sister," even though we were classmates. Because she came from the countryside to study in Wangdu, almost no one wanted to befriend her. However, she was not only beautiful but also very considerate at times, so we became quite close, and people often mistakenly thought we were dating...

Are you free later?

She asked.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden? I'd be happy to help even if there's something wrong, my dear Miss Helen."

"Use honorifics, you smooth-talking bastard."

She pretended to be angry and punched me again. "So it seems like everything's alright now. Come out with me. I need your help with something at home."

"I'm happy to serve you, Sister Helen."

When I heard it was about her family, I readily agreed. Her family was very poor. Her grandmother was almost eighty years old, and she had two uncles, two maternal uncles, and six aunts. Her father was the third son in the family, and he had two younger brothers who were currently studying at Yars Institute of Technology.

Given her family's circumstances, they couldn't afford to support her to pursue a doctorate at Ars Imperial University. At first, she worked odd jobs at nearby taverns while studying. Later, when she was pursuing her doctorate, the university provided scholarships to help support her family, but it wasn't enough to cover her two younger brothers' school expenses. Sometimes, when something happened at home, she would borrow money from me, but she always paid it back quickly.

As we walked out of the school gate, we saw crystal lines crisscrossing between the tall buildings. In the middle of each road, there was a clearly visible railway track, and electromagnetic locomotives connected to the crystal lines would pass by. We boarded them and headed towards the police station in the west of the capital.

"Workers want bread, we want freedom!"

"Workers want bread, we want freedom!"

As the electromagnetic locomotive passed the intersection leading to the station, dozens of students in Yars Polytechnic University uniforms and a group of workers in gas turbine factory uniforms held up their propaganda signs and shouted slogans along the street.

This kind of situation is nothing new to me. Every few months, out of nowhere, there will be factory workers destroying machines and magical artifacts, strikes, university students going on strike and marching, and local police violently suppressing protests, and so on.

"I'm really sorry, White, but I need your help to pay bail for my brother. I'll definitely pay you back when I receive my scholarship in a few days."

Looking out the window, Helen reached out and tugged at my arm.

"It's alright, it's nothing serious, as long as everyone is safe."

I held Helen's cold hand, and out of the corner of my eye I saw her eyes glistening with tears, as if she were crying.

"Um, White."

She sniffed, as if she had something very important to tell me.

“I’ve read your first draft of the paper. Let’s stop here. If you continue writing, I’m afraid you’ll be in danger.”

[Dragon God's Diary Part 3] The Theory of the Same Universe

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events [Dragon God's Diary 3] (Cosmic Theory)

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"It's just a paper, what's so dangerous about it?"

I waved my hand casually, indicating that Helen was making a fuss over nothing, and made it clear that I was unwilling to give up and continue digging deeper. "Besides, I've already mentioned the 'world theory.' If I don't continue and uncover the historical doubts within it, this paper will be incomplete."

"The royal family established universities, provided us with resources and funding, and allowed us to sit in research labs to study national history and theology, so that we could do things that would benefit the development of the empire, not so that we could dig up some unfounded history that would damage the royal family's credibility."

Helen turned her head and leaned against the car window, showing me her beautiful profile and perfect jawline. She reached into her pocket with two delicate fingers, pulled out a flat pack of "Derrigen" cigarettes, lit one between her lips, and with each breath, wisps of smoke surrounded her.

[Note: The novel depicts a society transitioning from modernization to a more modern state of civilization, and does not prohibit smoking in public places. Please abide by laws, regulations, and public morality, and refrain from smoking in public areas.]

"Dragon" is a very old, affordable cigarette brand, a product launched in 580 AD by Hyperion Group, a royal monopoly tobacco company.

Helen started smoking because she studied very hard and often needed to smoke to stay alert. Before she knew it, she had become addicted. At first, she smoked a pack a week, but now she smokes a pack every two days.

[Note: We remind you again that smoking is harmful to your health, and minors are prohibited from smoking.]

"If the royal family really hasn't done anything, then why should they be afraid of people digging up those things?"

After all, there are many people coming and going on the electromagnetic locomotive, and I didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble with my casual remarks, so I kept my voice very low when I spoke.

"If you really don't want to change your direction for the sake of the integrity of your paper, I can't stop you, but I advise you to consider this matter from a different perspective."

Helen turned her cold, beautiful gaze to the window, her slender index finger flicking off the ash from her cigarette. "Actually, you've all overlooked the 'Cosmic Theory' proposed by Clive, a scholar from the Republic of Milris who studies the 'Olsteed Diary.' Scholars consider it as a self-regulating mechanism below the level of 'nothingness' in parallel universes. If you expand on this aspect, you can ensure the integrity of your paper while avoiding those dangerous areas."

"The same universe theory... can indeed be regarded as something between parallel universes, and will not affect the overall world theory."

I rubbed my chin. What Helen said was indeed very thought-provoking.

The "Same Universe Theory" that Helen just mentioned was proposed by Clive, a professor of theology at the University of Milision in the Republic of Milis, in his paper "The Conception of Multiple Existences in Parallel Universes" in 603 AD. In fact, strictly speaking, this "Same Universe Theory" cannot be called a theory, because it exists in relation to the "World Theory," but some of its contents contradict the "World Theory," which is why it has been separated and established as a separate theory by the academic community.

The "Same Universe Theory" states that within the same parallel universe, there can be multiple sub-worlds and a higher-level world (the World of Nothingness). Each sub-world is independent of the others, but under certain conditions, they can influence each other.

By applying the "co-universe theory" to the study of "Olsteed's Diary," we can explain from another perspective that in the parallel universe where the transfer event occurred, the contents of Olsteed's diary, whether it be Rudius Grellat, the girl named Lensette Sevenstad, or the hero named Shinohara Akito, are all related to the transfer event. The initial cause of the transfer event was a girl called "Divine Child" who summoned the hero Akito.

Rudeus Grerat's birth is regular in the year 407 of the Ankylion calendar. The timing of the transfer events is irregular, but most of them occur in the year 417 of the Ankylion calendar. After a transfer event, there is a chance that a girl named Lensette Sevensta will appear at the same time. Shinohara appears when she is bound to the "Divine Child" when the spell to summon the hero is activated.

The events and spaces where these events and figures appear are not interchangeable, but they follow certain patterns. Therefore, they can be viewed as occurring in two or more sub-worlds within the same parallel universe.

When the "co-universe theory" and the "world theory" are discussed together, some doubts arise, such as whether sub-worlds within the same parallel universe should each have their own super-world; whether the capacity of sub-worlds within the same parallel universe can be compared with the world capacity of various parallel universes; whether there are connections between the same sub-worlds and different parallel universes, etc.

These problems are difficult to solve based on existing materials, and we can only make reasonable conjectures based on existing historical materials and research results on the "Oersti Diary".

“Helen is right. If a longitudinal study of the Alsteed Diaries is indeed difficult to avoid historical issues, then a cross-sectional study that turns to the ‘co-universe theory’ would be a new research approach.”

I must say, I agree with Helen's suggestion, but she just nodded slightly and continued smoking quietly.

After Helen guided my thinking and prevented me from going astray, she gracefully made her exit and continued to keep a low profile, which made me admire her greatly.

Perhaps that's the charm of Helen Keller.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock...swish..."

Raindrops fell from the silvery-gray sky onto the car window, gradually growing larger until they became a trickle of water washing over the window. Some raindrops splashed through the gaps in the window onto my skin, leaving a slightly sour feeling.

When the electromagnetic locomotive arrived at the station, Sister Helen stubbed out her cigarette and followed me into the police station.

"What right do you have to infringe upon our freedom?! I'm going to sue you!"

"All men are created equal and all have the right to freedom!"

"We are simply expressing our legitimate demands!"

"You lackeys who help dictators exploit the people! You will be punished sooner or later!"

Before I even stepped into the police station, I could already hear the shouts of those "troublemaking" students from the doorway. I couldn't help but sigh. Why did they still shout those useless things even after they were in jail? To be honest, they could just admit their mistakes, wait for their families to bail them out, and save themselves and their families trouble.

After entering the police station, I handed my business card to the receptionist at the door. Then, a regular police officer in a white uniform led Helen and me to the superintendent in a blue uniform who was in charge of detention. I didn't say much, but just opened my wallet, took out twenty 100-dollar Asura gold bills, and handed them to the superintendent.

[Note: Ten 100-yuan Asura gold notes are equivalent to one Asura gold coin]

"Superintendent, ten of these are for Miss Helen's brother Kyle's bail, and the other ten are for the officers in the hall to have drinks with."

As I spoke, I introduced Miss Helen and myself to the superintendent, saying that we were both doctoral students at Ars Imperial University, and exchanged some polite words to avoid any future trouble.

After picking up Helen's brother Kyle, we found a small pub to take shelter from the rain and also got Kyle some food.

Kyle is now an associate degree holder in electromagnetism at Yars Institute of Technology. He's two years younger than me, and I don't know what he's doing now, but I often see him in some "movements." A few times, Helen personally pulled him out of the crowd.

"call....."

"Clatter..."

The rain was still falling. Helen lit another cigarette, held the cigarette holder between her lips, and with a slight shake, exhaled a puff of white smoke.

Do you know how much it costs to get bail?

Helen turned to look at Kyle. Although she wasn't looking at me, I felt a chill run down my spine the moment my eyes met hers. Even though I paid for everything, I didn't dare say a word.

Kyle was the same. Facing his strict older sister, he dared not speak at all. He could only silently pick at the dirt between his fingers, and the sweat on his forehead dripped down. When it reached the place where he had been injured by the police during the suppression, he suddenly twitched twice.

"Ten 100-dollar Asura gold notes can bail you out of the police station, but you'll need to pay some more money to bribe the officers, which means you'll need twenty Asura gold notes to settle things."

Looking at her brother's bruised face, Helen pursed her lips with a hint of heartache. I saw it, but it wasn't convenient for me to say anything. As an outsider, it was already a great offense for me to sit in front of the siblings and watch them conduct "family education." If I were to interfere, it would seem very impolite of me.

I saw what looked like a book in Karl's jacket pocket, with a red cover, called "The Cry of the Workers." This book was written by a man named Lanno in the Republic of Iran, east of the Central Mountains. It had been printed in the last two years, and many students and workers had been influenced by it, leading to demonstrations, strikes, and other actions.

Therefore, this book was banned by the royal family of Bereas, prohibiting bookstores from printing and selling it.

Helen also noticed the book's presence. She snatched it from Kyle's pocket and tore it to shreds.

“If you think you can watch your sister, me, be driven to death by you, and if you can watch your father, mother, and brother, who also studies in the capital, be blacklisted by the government because of you, then keep doing this.”

"Sister...I..."

Kyle finally spoke. As someone born into a poor family, he knew best how hard his parents and sister had worked, but he seemed to be making excuses for himself.

"Sister, don't you think this is unreasonable? Why can those nobles and royalty enjoy higher education naturally, while we have to fight tooth and nail to get the opportunity to study?"

"Why can the owners of those factories be lazy and enjoy the fruits of others' labor, while the workers have to start working before sunrise and continue until sunset every day, even if it's just to make a loaf of bread?"

I can't comprehend what Kyle is talking about because my family background dictates that I won't think about the things he's considering. I even find his words somewhat naive. Whether it's royalty or factory owners, they were born with these privileges, and even their fathers and their fathers' fathers struggled for the resources they now possess.

So why should the social order built up over generations be changed by a penniless student or worker with a book, by making a fuss or showing off? That can't be changed.

"Let's not talk about others. Look at the clothes you're wearing. Did you earn any of them yourself? What about your food, your tuition? Did you earn any of those through your own labor? You can't even take care of yourself. Before you're truly independent, what right do you have to meddle in other people's business?"

Helen spoke very politely, which left Kyle speechless for a moment. Similarly, I also agreed with what Helen said. Every penny I have, including myself, comes from my family and has never been earned through my own labor.

To this day, I do have some doubts. If I continue to study "world theory" using vertical thinking, I certainly cannot avoid those subsequent historical issues. In that case, what difference would there be between me and students like Kyle?

"I'm sorry, sister, I was wrong."

Kyle picked up a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, his voice sounding somewhat muffled.

"Can you promise not to do those dangerous things again? I need you to promise me that."

Helen flicked the ash from her cigarette and raised her voice: "Can you guarantee that?"

"I promise."

Kyle reluctantly agreed, biting his lower lip and nodding heavily.

After finishing our meal, Kyle went back to school. Helen didn't continue to ride the electromagnetic train with me back to school. Instead, she lit another cigarette and disappeared into the rain.

Helen probably realized that Kyle only agreed because he couldn't argue with her, but at least for the time being, he wouldn't participate in those student and worker demonstrations anymore.

Half a month later, Helen returned the money to me. I hadn't seen her at school for the past two weeks and didn't know where she was working. There were still three months until her graduation defense, and I really didn't know how her thesis was going.

Of course, I wasn't idle either. I studied the "co-universe theory" and prepared to change the direction of my thesis to research the relationship between parallel universes and sub-worlds.

In 590 AD, some stone carvings were discovered on the northern foothills of the central mountain range near the western edge of the Fytoa territory. These carvings used an ancient script that had never been seen before. In 596 AD, similar script was also discovered on the continent of Bekalite. The script was translated by combining it with the ancient Asura script.

The content expressed by those stone carvings can be roughly understood as at least six sub-worlds in a parallel universe, which are independent of each other and influence each other around the upper world.

This can also provide evidence for the "Oersted Diary" and the "world theory," but no scholar dares to guarantee whether it can truly and rigorously compare with the "world theory" and the "co-cosmology."

However, based on an analysis of existing data, I think that what truly sustains the various sub-worlds and parallel universes is not some absolute power from a world of nothingness, but rather magic.

It is the most basic unit that makes up this world: magic.

Sub-worlds between parallel universes and sub-worlds within the same parallel universe can influence each other, and even different sub-worlds within the same parallel universe can influence each other. What drives this change and affects the world is the transformation and conservation of magic.

When people from different parallel universes and sub-worlds, such as Lensert Sevenstad and Shinohara Akihito, enter the same parallel universe and sub-world, or when people from different parallel universes and the same sub-world enter the same parallel universe and sub-world, they exert influence on each other between parallel universes and between sub-worlds, following certain rules and relying on magic as a medium.

Magic maintains a balance between parallel universes and sub-worlds. If matter from one world is transferred to another under certain circumstances, it will be converted and consumed by the magic of the other world to maintain the balance of magic between the worlds.

If I continue to argue in this direction, my thesis should be able to be completed.

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Winter of the year 622 of the Kakuryong calendar.

Two weeks before her graduation defense, Helen dropped out of school.

[Dragon God's Diary Part 4] The Era of Struggle

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events [Dragon God's Diary 4] - An Era of Struggle

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The story likely dates back to a day in late autumn of the year 622 of the Kakuryon calendar. Students from several schools, including the Ars Imperial University, Ars Polytechnic University, Ars Medical University, and Ars Grammar School, went on strike, and workers from the "Dregen" cigarette factory, the Royal Weaving Factory, and the Milbots Electromagnetic Machinery Factory went on strike. They marched and demonstrated along the main road of the inner city, clashing with the Ars military and police. The violent suppression by the Ars Police Department and the Street Corps resulted in a bloody incident with more than one hundred deaths.

Among those who died were friends I knew from my undergraduate days, juniors who were my classmates, and my classmates. Many familiar people left me that day, and many of them were about to graduate and receive their degree certificates, but their lives were frozen on that day.

Helen's two younger brothers were also inside. I originally wanted to go and comfort her, but I couldn't find her by then. It might have been a momentary lapse of judgment on my part, as I was only thinking about finishing my thesis first.

After receiving the news that Helen had dropped out of school, I went to help her organize the materials she had left in the research lab.

Helen looks much more haggard now. Her once smooth and fair classical face has lost some of its luster, but you can still tell that she is wearing makeup. She is trying her best to cover her sunken eyes and dark circles with foundation. Underneath her dark khaki coat is a simple white shirt and black pants. Although her outfit is rather casual, she is still dressed up.

While tidying up her bookshelf, I saw quite a few things on it that were different from the topics she was researching in her thesis. She majored in theology, and her thesis was clearly titled "The Evolution of Magical Firearms from the Year 455 to the Year 482 of the Konoha Ryūki".

However, on her bookshelf I saw Falze Lee's "The Massacre of 520 Years of the Ankylosaurus Calendar", "Study on the Great Forest Population" published in the Journal of the Democratic University of Milision in the Republic of Milis in 618 Years of the Ankylosaurus Calendar, and some biographies from the last century, such as "Biographies of the Asura Empire" and "Autobiography of Siegharut".

"Sister Helen, what are you going to do with all this stuff?"

I casually pulled out Falzer Lee's "The Massacre of 520 Years of the Ankylosaurus" from the bookshelf and flipped through it. The book that Sister Helen had should be one of the last batches to be printed, and even the printing company was a small workshop whose name I had never seen before.

"Those on the bookshelf?"