Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

"what!"

A severed arm flew out along with the staff, and the tall, thin man clutched his wound in pain.

His hand, which had been waving his staff, was instantly severed, and even the bricks behind him were shattered, leaving a huge gash.

This is... [an airburst shockwave]!

The tall, thin man and I both looked behind us—to see a girl holding a beginner's magic wand, her long, emerald-green hair fluttering with the murderous aura she exhaled.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm your opponent!"

I had no time to pay attention to the tall, thin man and rushed straight up the stairs.

In this state, Sylphie was practically a demon.

I rushed upstairs to the second floor, where a group of fully armed servants, like butlers, were waiting for me.

They held swords and wore armor, but they all looked like they couldn't even kill a chicken. Even a little girl who looked only ten years old was pointing a dagger at me with trembling hands.

"This is the last line of defense protecting the patriarch. We, as the last retainers, must fight to the very end!"

Chapter 58: Taste (Part 7)

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfiction - Even Without a Transfer Event, We Must Live Seriously [Chapter 58] Flavor (Part 7)

Chapter 58: Taste (Part 7)

"This is the last line of defense protecting the patriarch. We, as the last retainers, must fight to the very end!"

A hunchbacked old steward trembled as he pointed his sword at me, as if he were forcing himself to stand up.

The maids behind him also acted as if it were the first time they had ever held a sword. Although my swordsmanship was only intermediate, I could tell that even their sword-holding posture was wrong.

Although they numbered in number, probably less than twenty, they were not even in the same league as the soldiers outside the manor.

"Those hundred-plus men outside the manor couldn't stop me, let alone you? Make way, I only want T. Thompson!"

Seeing that their morale was low, I thought I could try to intimidate them and make them retreat without a fight.

I raised the "Arrogant Water Dragon King" in my hand and pointed it at them.

Just as I expected, the moment I raised my staff, they all took a step back.

“They’re all dead. Don’t risk your lives for some ridiculous patriarch. Such sacrifices are meaningless.”

"They're all dead... You mean, Dad was in there too?! Give me back my dad!"

The little girl, who looked to be about ten years old, charged at me with a sword.

I killed her father... I don't know which one of those soldiers it was.

It might be trembling in place, it might be rushing towards me, or it might be desperately trying to escape.

But both of them died.

They were all killed by me.

They have all turned into nameless, mangled corpses scattered all over the ground outside the manor.

Because if I didn't do it, I might die at the hands of that man who could be her father.

And now she's charging towards me, also to kill me...

She was only about ten years old...

It's getting closer and closer to me...

The image of her charging at me with a knife in hand gradually magnified in my pupils…

I killed her father, so it's probably only natural that she would want to kill me to avenge him...

Since she came to kill me...

I'm sorry...

"Rock shells".

Swish!

A rock cannonball the size of a bullet roared out from the top of the "Arrogant Sleeping Dragon King," piercing through her brow...

boom!

Her head exploded, and fragments of her skull and brain matter splattered out.

I killed the child...

When I realized this reality, the little girl had already collapsed in front of me.

She was still clutching the short sword in her hand, her head mostly gone, her eyeballs popped out of their sockets...

The blood slowly flowed to my feet...

Uh...

Do I... still deserve to be considered a human being...?

The strong draw their swords to strike the weak, and the weak draw their swords to strike the even weaker.

As the one in power, do I still have any humanity left...?

I have no idea…

Paul and Kyrie I taught them that the power of magic is used to protect the weak, and that's what I taught Sylphie before I taught her magic...

But I turned the magic trick on that little girl...

"demon!"

"Go to hell!"

A maid rushed at me when she saw me kill the girl…

Her eyes were red, and veins were bulging on her forehead... Was she that girl's mother?

"Give me back my husband and daughter!"

Don't do that...

Please don't do this...

"You will die..."

The rock cannonball shot out again, piercing the maid's chest. It didn't kill her instantly, but at this point, her lungs had probably burst.

She collapsed to the ground, her mouth opening and closing, spitting out blood...

In front of her was her daughter, whom I had just killed...

I don't know the nameless soldier who died at my hands, the daughter who wanted to avenge her father, or the mother who was utterly devastated and collapsed.

I destroyed a family...

No, if you include yesterday's cases, I don't know how many families have been ruined by my hand...

Why did I... come here...?

Oh, right, to kill that Trump…

He wants to kill me; if I don't kill him, he'll find every way to kill me...

I must survive…

I must live, for Sylphie… Sylphie cannot live without me…

I don't have a second chance to live...

It happened again...

Sarah, Susanna, Patrice, Mimir, Timothy…

If they are still alive...

But...they're all dead...

This is another world... people die when they are killed...

This is not my fault...

It wasn't my fault...

The problem isn't with me, it's with the world!

"I'll give you one more chance. Lay down your weapons."

"Don't listen to him! He's a demon! The demon of Asura! Protecting the patriarch is our final mission! Follow me! Kill him!"

The old butler charged forward shouting... and all the servants behind him, whether or not they intended to fight, followed him and charged forward...

"Frost Nova"

In an instant, they all turned into ice sculptures…

Some charged forward, while others cowered behind, and some were even frozen in a running posture, crouching on the ground begging for mercy with their heads in their hands… Most of them were maids, with very few male servants…

But they all died...

"Waaah...no...don't kill me..."

I looked in the direction of the sound and saw one more person who had slipped through the net in the corner of the room.

It was a maid; her face was a mess of snot and tears, and a large patch of her skirt was soaked...

She probably won't kill me, right...?

I ignored her and headed to the third floor, which was the master of the house's room.

There's murderous intent behind it...

The maid picked up her sword and walked towards me…

"I didn't want to kill anyone!"

Swish!

As the "rock cannonball" whistled out, the woman fell to the ground.

I walked up the stairs, and two magnificent doors blocked my way. I pushed them hard, but they wouldn't budge. Were they locked from the inside?

I pointed the "Arrogant Water Dragon King" towards the gate.

"Shockwave"

boom!

The gate was blown open instantly.

"Ahhhh!"

"Waaaaaahhhhhh!"

Amidst screams and cries, I entered the room.

This is a rather large room, with various gorgeous decorations, valuable portraits, and a huge bed.

In front of the bed, ten people were huddled together, trembling as they looked at me.

There are six children, two boys and four girls.

There are three other women.

At the very front was an obese man.

The fat man crawled out and knelt on the ground like a frog.

"I'm sorry...I'm so...so sorry...I'm extremely...so sorry...Lord Rudeus..."

He was desperately begging me for mercy.

What should I do? Kill him?

I looked behind him, and when they noticed my gaze, the children cried even harder.

The three women held their children tightly in my sight.

What should I do...? Should I kill them all...?

Kill them all, leaving none behind...