Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

If I don't kill them here, they'll come back to kill me...

right…

I won't kill them...

They'll kill me too...

I pointed the “Arrogant Water Dragon King” at them.

"It will only hurt for a moment, it will be over quickly."

……

Frost…

"Lord Rudius!"

I interrupted the spellcasting; it was Bruno's voice.

I turned around and saw Bruno, and Silphie, her body splattered with blood.

"You have killed enough, Lord Rudeus!"

Chapter 59: Taste (Part 8)

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfiction - Even Without a Transfer Event, We Must Live Seriously [Chapter 59]: Taste (8)

Chapter 59: Taste (Part 8)

"You have killed enough, Lord Rudeus!"

Indeed, far too many people have died at my hands.

Should we stop?

The obese nobleman T. Thompson kneeling before me, the noblewoman and child huddled by the bedside—wherever my gaze swept, I could hear cries of fear.

"Rudeus...sir...please...please spare...spare me...I..."

T. Thompson knelt on the granite floor, begging me in a trembling voice, repeatedly banging his head against the ground like an oil rig drilling, blood, tears, and snot mingling on his face.

It's a disgusting sight.

There was a time when I had a similar experience. It was when I was begging Philip to rescind his order for Alice to marry Pillemont. When Philip said "no," I was once in despair, but I quickly remembered Lord Sauros and the problem was solved.

But back then I was completely outmaneuvered by Philip, though I might still be outmaneuvered by him now.

I shook my head, stopping my random thoughts.

Now it's just a question of whether to kill or not.

I'm just trying to survive. This world is cruel. If I simply let this scumbag named T. Thompson go today, I don't know when he'll come back to cause me trouble.

It's not just about causing trouble; this town is a major commercial center, and the nobles there are incredibly wealthy. I might get assassinated by him before I even reach La Noah Magic University.

"Even if I don't kill him, he'll turn around and kill me..."

I spoke as if I were making excuses for killing someone, even though that's what I truly believed, but I lacked confidence in my words.

"Lulu...Lord Rudeus! What...what are you saying...I wouldn't..."

Before he sent people to buy my name, I wonder if he ever imagined that this day would come.

"Please! Don't kill my father!"

He was one of his four sons. The child had barely uttered the word when his mother hurriedly covered his mouth. When I glanced over, the ladies were even more terrified.

This suddenly reminded me of the scene just now where I brutally murdered a child. Will he suffer the same fate as that little girl?

"Lord Rudius, please listen to me. Even if Baron Tettenpo was wrong, he only killed a few guards, while you have killed countless people. You should be satisfied. Please, for my sake, do me this favor..."

Bruno spoke as if pleading with me, his hand on my shoulder.

"Mr. Bruno."

Bruno recoiled as if he'd been electrocuted.

Is he afraid of me...?

It's just... a few guards... Bruno said the same thing before setting off this morning...

Sarah, Mimir, Susanna, Patrice, Timothy, and... just a few guards?

Is human life really that worthless?

He killed countless people...

To them, they were just servants, an insignificant number...

For nobles, the number of guards and servants who die is insignificant; they are merely numbers, simply…

Is this how the world works...?

If I don't kill others, they will come and kill me, and human life is as worthless as grass...

I have no reason to let this guy named T. Thompson live anymore. In this kind of world, I have to kill him to survive.

But is it really a good thing for his children to see this...?

"Child, close your eyes."

The ladies covered the children's eyes with trembling hands, and they themselves closed their eyes and turned their heads away.

I channeled my magic into the "Arrogant Water Dragon King" and aimed it at Thomp, who was lying on the ground.

boom!

A rock cannonball shot out from the top of the "Arrogant Water Dragon King," piercing through its fleshy body and hitting the floor with a dull thud.

At that moment, I looked at the three noblewomen and six children. There was no murderous intent in their eyes, only fear of me.

In the past, I found it hard to understand the protagonists in anime or online games who often had their parents killed in front of them and then vowed to avenge their family in the future. But today, I have become the villain in the story.

The person who wanted to kill me is dead. That's revenge for Susanna, Sarah, Mimir, Patrice, and Timothy. Should I breathe a sigh of relief...?

No… that’s not enough… I can’t make the mistakes villains often make…

With trembling hands, I raised the "Arrogant Water Dragon King" and pointed it at the three noblewomen and six children.

"Lord Rudius...you..."

I pointed my staff at the unarmed man. Did Bruno think I was cruel...?

The methods that Trump used against me—he killed countless people during his lifetime, probably even more than I did. I only killed his entire family to eliminate any future trouble, that's all…

That's it...

Is murder really something that can only be described as "just a thing"...?

That's a human life...

What's wrong with me...?

I can't do that...

If I do that, what's the difference between me and this Thomp...?

No... I'm just trying to survive...

Is it necessary...?

In order to survive, I must eliminate all threats!

My hand unconsciously fell down...

I struggled to raise my left hand again, raising the "Arrogant Water Dragon King"...

Clang!

The "Arrogant Water Dragon King" slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground...

My only remaining left hand was trembling uncontrollably...

My body is desperately resisting...

Sure enough, the instinct is to resist when one is unarmed...

Is it because my humanity hasn't died out...?

never mind…

I turned around, and there was Sylphie, covered in blood, staring coldly at the group of orphans and widows. Did Sylphie, who had suffered similar fates, feel absolutely no sympathy for them...?

Compared to this, the gray cloak she was wearing was mostly stained dark red, her long emerald green hair was also stained with a lot of blood, and a small section of hair on the right side had been cut off.

"Sylphie, are you alright...?"

"I'm fine, don't worry, Rudy."

Then, Hilfi forced a smile at me, a smile that seemed to come with relief, a hearty smile.

I didn't understand the meaning behind her smile; maybe she just wanted me to relax...

I glanced at Bruno beside me. As my gaze swept over him, he shivered and looked at me, his eyes trying to avoid mine as if he were fleeing from a raging flood or a ferocious beast.

Yes, that's right, so many lives are on his hands...

I picked up the "Arrogant Water Dragon King" and walked between Silphi and Bruno.

I went down the stairs and saw the corpses scattered all over the place, which I had just created.

At the top of the stairs was the maid who was lying on the ground with a large hole in her back. She gave me the illusion that she had no will to fight, but she attacked me from behind.

I walked past rows of frozen corpses, past the bodies of a mother and daughter who had sought revenge for their family, and headed downstairs.

Did Sylphie make that...?

Scattered entrails, a tall, thin man severed in two, fragments of Milis's robe stained red with blood... and that strange staff broken into countless pieces...

……

I walked out of the mansion, and Silphie and Bruno followed.

Were we lingering at the mansion for too long...?

The manor was filled with an army of about five hundred men, all dressed in uniform armor and with long swords at their waists.

Is it going to be another fierce battle...?

I raised the "Arrogant Water Dragon King," ready to unleash a spell powerful enough to wipe them all out.

For a moment, almost everyone took a step back.

"Lord Rudius, they are not enemies."

Bruno placed his trembling hand on my right shoulder, and Silphi grasped my left hand, which was holding the "Arrogant Water Dragon King," with both hands.

"Not...the enemy?"

"call……"

I put down my staff and suddenly felt a sense of relief; my tense nerves finally relaxed.

I took a deep breath and regulated my breathing.

At this moment, a young man dressed as an aristocrat stepped out from among the soldiers. He looked to be about twenty years old, with long brown hair and a hooked nose common among Europeans.

He knelt down on one knee and bowed to me, far more polite than the T. Thompson I had just killed.

"Lord Rudeus, please accept my apology."

An apology? Why is that?

"Why... are you apologizing?"

Then, he stood up and, as if reading from a prepared script, spoke loudly in a booming voice:

"Former Mayor Troy Tethom of Dak City has taken matters into his own hands and led the Kingdom's garrison to ambush and kill Rudius Boreas Grerat, a nobleman of the Kingdom of Asra, causing heavy casualties to the Kingdom's garrison. He is hereby stripped of his mayoral position and sentenced to death! I, Pedro Galorin, shall assume the position of Mayor of Dak City."

It suddenly dawned on me that it was all part of a plan, and I had been used as a pawn...

Just like the name of this city, it's truly dark...

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

I'm being completely played...

Hahaha... Hahaha...