Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

Yesterday you paid money to save my life, and today you're just going to pretend nothing happened?

I raised the "Arrogant Water Dragon King" and aimed it at his brow; the rock cannonballs were ready.

“You have no right to say such things to me. Call T. Thompson out here, and I'll pretend I've never seen you. Otherwise, I'll make sure you all die here.”

“I advise you to calm down, Asura. You should know what the consequences are for attacking the nobles of Lanoa. This is not Asura.”

"hiss……"

How to do?

He's right. If we make a move here, I might be wanted by the Lanoa authorities for murdering a nobleman, and it could even implicate Silphi and Bruno.

But, is yesterday's matter just going to be left like this?!

Sarah, Mimir, Susanna, Patrice, Timothy, did they all die in vain?

"Rudy! Watch out!"

Swish!

A whooshing sound pierced the air, and a figure blocked my way.

"Silphie!"

Her frail body collapsed into my arms, and I really didn't know what to do.

"Don't do this!"

"Silphie!"

"Rudy, don't worry about me..."

Eh?

and many more…

I felt her back; there were no wounds or arrows. Had she been deflected by the cloak?

"call……"

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It was thanks to her wearing a cloak.

I released Sylphie and returned to my previous position.

I have no time to think anymore; I don't know when another sneak attack will be launched.

I stared at the man the Vikings had found; he was smirking, looking quite pleased with himself.

Do you say you'll forgive and forget, but actually stab people in the back?

That's disgusting.

“Your time is running out. Don’t forget this isn’t Asura. Even if you die here, we can find plenty of excuses to shirk responsibility. That was just a warning, Asura.”

hateful!

I have almost no time to think now; it's either do it or leave.

But can we really leave? Even if I die here, they can find plenty of reasons to shirk responsibility, which means...

They had no intention of letting us leave alive... They probably already contacted local forces to come and support us, or rather, to silence us.

Are you trying to mislead me with words, and then take advantage of my inattention to do something wicked?

It's so convenient; it reduces unnecessary casualties, allows them to wait for local troops to come and silence them, and provides eyewitness testimony to fabricate facts so that the Kingdom of Asura can't find any problems.

Is it all the same death anyway?

Since that's the case, I have no choice but to end this quickly and start a massacre!

"Rock shell!"

boom!

As flames and thick smoke billowed up, the Viking-style man and some of the soldiers who had blocked the way had been blown to pieces, leaving only armor, bones, and bits of flesh on the ground.

The manor's main gate and the stone path leading to the musical fountain behind it, which had been flattened by the explosion, were completely overturned.

This is a rock cannonball with highly compressed magic power; I haven't used its full power yet.

"I want you all to die here!"

"Sylphie! I'm leaving the rear to you!"

"Uh-huh!"

Chapter 57: Taste (Part 6)

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfiction - Even Without a Transfer Event, We Must Live Seriously [Chapter 57] Flavor (Part 6)

Chapter 57: Taste (Part 6)

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"Aaaaaaah! Run!"

……

"mud!"

"Ice Domain!"

"Frost Nova!"

"Hedgehog!"

……

Looking at the fragments of corpses scattered all around me, I felt nothing but nausea.

Was it pleasure? I can't say.

It was like running a dungeon. The hundreds of soldiers around me, who had lost their commander and were trembling with fear after being terrified by the destruction caused by my rock cannonballs, offered almost no resistance.

I didn't even give them a chance to escape. Just as they were about to flee, shocked by the fact that I could unleash rock cannonballs with power far beyond their comprehension without chanting, I wiped them all out with several large-scale spells.

Some only ran a few steps, some were frozen in fear, and some were already kneeling and begging for mercy...

They offered absolutely no resistance...

Did I kill an innocent person...?

Do not…

Susanna, Timothy, Mimir, Patrice, Sarah…

The image of their five gruesome deaths flashed through my mind again…

They are innocent, but also...

hateful!

What's the difference between me and those scumbags who indiscriminately kill innocent people?

I collapsed to the ground, staring at the dismembered bodies scattered around me. My eyes darted around frantically, a sense of panic washing over me. Did I...do all of this...?

"Rudy is too strong... I thought I could help Rudy..."

Hilfi stood behind me, saying things that sounded somewhat lonely and bored.

So many people suddenly died before her eyes, didn't she feel anything at all?

"Sylphie, so many people are dead... all... I killed them all..."

"But if Rudy doesn't kill them, they'll turn around and kill Rudy!"

She understands better than I do. Such thoughts have flashed through my mind many times, but it's possible that my understanding as a modern person contradicts the values ​​of this world, and I always feel a certain guilt about killing.

Ugh…

Hilfi is right, even if I don't kill them, they will kill me...

The problem isn't me... it's this world... I have to follow the rules of this world to survive...

“Yes… Sylphie…you’re right…”

"Ugh..."

I tried to get up by pushing myself up, but I slipped and fell to the ground.

"Rudy, watch out, are you alright?"

"Yes, Silphie, I'm fine."

Then, with Silphi's help, I stood up.

It's likely that all the soldiers in the manor have been wiped out, leaving only that obese nobleman named T. Thompson.

The manor's gate and part of the wall have been blown open, revealing the roads leading to the manor's residences.

Hilfi and I entered the manor one after the other. Even though we had eliminated most of the soldiers at the gate, we still needed to be vigilant. I didn't want any arrows to fly out from the shadows or me being surrounded by swordsmen who rushed out.

I pushed open the gates of the mansion. Inside, there were eight enormous stone pillars reaching to the ceiling, and granite with patterns I couldn't make out on the floor. It felt incredibly wealthy.

The hall was unusually quiet. Could it be that T. Thompson had already escaped?

"You must be Rudius Boreas Grerat."

The voice came from the shadows behind the stone pillar, and then a tall, thin figure emerged.

He wore a white robe in the style of Milis and held a staff as tall as himself, with a blade at the back of the staff that looked like a dagger.

This strange weapon reminds me of Kitakami-ryu.

If he can use both Northern God Style and magic, that will be very troublesome.

Paul once told me to try to avoid fighting with people like that.

"Where is T. Thompson? He's the only one I'm after. I hope you won't cause us any trouble, and also avoid causing trouble for yourself."

The guy suddenly grinned menacingly, as if what I said was presumptuous.

"Hahahaha! What do you think I am here for? An Asura? You'll have to get past me first."

This is?

A fierce killing intent swept over me from behind, like the spiritual pressure of a captain, making me break out in a cold sweat and giving me the illusion of a frog being stared at by a snake.

[Note: Spiritual pressure: A concept from Bleach where a captain-level character releases a large amount of spiritual pressure, usually causing lower-level opponents to collapse and be unable to stand up.]

It's Hilfi...

She took off the hood of her cloak, walked in front of me, and her long emerald hair flowed down her back.

Swish!

She suddenly clenched her fist, and magic power mixed with murderous intent emanated from her body. I could even feel the murderous intent radiating in all directions like waves.

“Sylphie…”

"Oh, this hair color must have caused you a lot of trouble, little sister~"

"Don't worry about it."

She turned her head and gave me a sharp look.

"Rudy, you go find that guy named T.T. Thompson first, I'll take care of things here."

I don't know why, but Sylphie gives me a feeling that's excessively powerful, like an aura of suppression...

"Rudy, don't you trust me?"

Sylphie's killing intent intensified; she did this to reassure me and allow her to fight...

"Okay, Silphie, be careful."

I glanced at Hilfi and then ran towards the stairs.

"Kid! Don't underestimate me!"

The tall, thin man held his staff upside down and swung it at me with the dagger side.

That will kill you!

Swish!