Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

"Thank you, Rudy. It's winter now, and casting that kind of magic will be affected by the weather, so let's wait until spring."

After hearing the questions we were discussing, Hilfi, with a spoon in her mouth and her head down, seemed to be thinking about something.

“Sylphie is going too.”

"Me...can I go too?"

"Of course, after all, I have no reason to only teach Rudy."

"Th...thank you."

"I'm a little shy," said Hilfi.

Seeing how harmoniously Hilfi and Teacher Loki get along, a healing feeling fills my heart; it's so heartwarming.

Everyone must get along well!

[Note: This phrase is from Fairy Tail.]

……

After dinner, we returned to our dormitory, or rather, our suite.

Our accommodation was on the fifth floor of the last building in the dormitory area. It was a luxury suite with three bedrooms, two living rooms, and a private bathroom.

What surprised me was that there was a toilet on such a high floor, but it wasn't a toilet in the traditional sense. Instead, it had a wooden seat and an empty space underneath, with wind blowing up from it, making it look like a toilet.

Of course, similar items could be found in the homes of Buena and in Roja's mansion.

In Sharia's winter, just standing in the toilet is enough to make you shiver. If you were to use the toilet here, your butt would probably freeze off...

The first room you enter after entering the living room is my room, and the room directly opposite mine is Silphi's room. Next to my room is Professor Loki's room.

Walking further in from the living room, you'll find the toilet, balcony, and kitchen; the three rooms are arranged in a straight line.

We tentatively made some plans for our future life together. During the trip, all my underwear was washed by the hotel staff. Because I'm missing an arm, I can't do laundry myself, so Hilfi said she would help me wash my clothes, including my underwear…

If I still had my right hand... not only would I have had a girlfriend from when I was single, but I could also take on the important task of washing the underwear of Teacher Loki and Shilufi. What a pity!

Hilfi readily took on the responsibility of doing housework. Teacher Loki said that as an adult, how could she let a child do housework? Hilfi replied that Teacher Loki also had to teach classes and that she was very good at doing housework herself.

They argued about it, and in the end, Silphie won.

But we can't leave all the housework to Hilfi; Ms. Loki and I will also do what we can.

After the discussion ended, we said goodnight to each other and returned to our own rooms.

……

Seven days have passed in the blink of an eye. If nothing unexpected happens, I should go see Professor Merlin tomorrow.

I lay on the soft, plush bed in my dorm room. It truly lived up to its reputation as a luxury suite; it was even more comfortable than the bed in my bedroom at the Royal Mansion, and it felt more like Alice's bed.

I don't know what time it is now. I have a strange feeling and I can't fall asleep unexpectedly.

I got dressed and tiptoed out of the room.

It seems I haven't been to the school's library yet; I wonder what kind of books it has.

thump...

My heart suddenly skipped a beat; it was such a strange feeling, like something was calling to me.

A library?

Could it be that my curiosity is driving me?

Never mind, I'll still go take a look.

Chapter 73: Ultimate Technique (Part Two)

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfiction - Even Without a Transfer Event, We Must Live Seriously [Chapter 73] Ultimate Technique (Part Two)

Chapter 73: Ultimate Technique (Part Two)

……

I got dressed and carefully opened my bedroom door.

"crunch~"

Despite being a luxury suite, the bedroom door made a loud, creaking noise, which really terrified me when I went out at night.

I cautiously looked around, straining my ears to listen for sounds coming from Ms. Xilufei and Ms. Luoqixi's bedroom.

The fireplace in the living room was still burning, the flames crackling.

Calling Night Hawk, calling Night Hawk, please respond if received, please respond if received.

Night Hawk received. Night Hawk received.

Check if the passage is safe.

Safety, over.

It is passable over.

[Note: Night Hawk is Rudy's ID in a certain FPS online game; this is a fabrication by the uploader.]

I breathed a sigh of relief when I confirmed it was safe and there were no other sounds.

"call……"

I tiptoed to the front door and slowly placed my left hand on the doorknob.

"squeak……"

Along with the noisy sound of the bedroom door opening, a gentle breeze blew in from the right; that was Hilfi's bedroom.

I turned my head tremblingly, as if I saw Sadako crawling out of the television...

I changed direction and tiptoed toward Silphie's bedroom. Once there, I pressed my ear against the door, wondering if there were any ghost stories in this suite. It would be bad if there was some eight-foot-tall adult behind the door who ate children.

"squeak……"

I slowly pushed the door open.

"what!"

"call……"

It turns out I was just scaring myself. There was no Sadako crawling out of the TV behind the door, no eight-foot-tall adult eating children, and no slit-mouthed woman.

There was only one little angel, who was sleeping with his legs outstretched, hugging a blanket, kicking a pillow, and stepping on the wall, sleeping in a very unsightly way.

"call……"

Goodnight, Hilfi.

Seeing Hilfi's sleeping face from afar brought a sense of peace.

Slowly close the door, then go to the library.

"Rudy... um..."

"what…"

Is this Silphie talking in her sleep?

Low and soft, gentle and sweet.

Really...

I tiptoed into Silphie's bedroom and climbed to her bedside.

Under the moonlight, her white nightgown was pressed down to her waist, revealing her petite lantern pants, and her smooth, slender thighs, like white jade, were pressed against the quilt.

Her waist-length hair covered her arms as she hugged the quilt, her delicate mouth opened and closed, and her two slender ears swayed up and down with her breathing.

I reached out and touched the cool white jade, slowly sliding it from bottom to top. It felt soft to the touch, yet elastic.

Although it wasn't my first time touching it, it was incredibly addictive.

"Ah."

I quickly pulled my hand back. Had I been discovered...?

Seeing that Sylphie had regained her adorable sleeping face, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"You want to... steal Rudy..."

"……dream……"

What adorable sleep-talking!

It almost stole my thoughts.

Come on, take over my brain!

[Note: Parasites can take over a person's brain. Parasite is a science fiction manga created by Hitoshi Iwaaki. It was initially serialized as a horror manga, but due to its graphic violence, it was classified as an 18+ manga.]

"Ah..."

"puff puff"

In the adorable sleeping face, the sound of a little nose inhaling and exhaling followed immediately by a sneeze.

At that moment, I regained control of my mind and had no other thoughts.

Is she catching a cold? The room is still quite cold. Even with a heater, someone like Hilfi kicking off the covers like that will definitely catch a cold.

"The sweet sustenance of divine power grants strength to those who have lost their strength to rise again. —Healing."

As green light emanated from my hand, Silphi's blocked nose resumed its smooth breathing, and soon, soft snores began to seep out of her mouth and nose.

Simply curing her cold isn't enough; we also need to cover her with a blanket.

I gently lifted her hand under the quilt and moved her legs slightly, then gently pushed her arm to make her small, sideways body lie flat on the bed.

Then they covered her with the blanket that had been pressing down on her body again.

Mission accomplished. Goodnight, Silphie.

Before I knew it, beads of sweat were already trickling down my forehead. I slowly stood up and backed behind the door, lifting the doorknob slightly to prevent it from squeaking against the floor.

I wiped the sweat from my brow after quietly closing the door.

I tiptoed to the front door again, placed my hand on the doorknob and pressed it gently. With the dull sound of the door opening and closing, I successfully left the suite.

The winters in Sharia are incredibly cold. The temperature inside and outside is completely different. Even wearing a cloak that is meant to keep you warm, you still shiver from the cold as soon as you step outside.

Perhaps it was because night had fallen, but it didn't feel this cold during the day.

There is a distance between the dormitory area and the library. I lit a fireball in my hand, which served both as a light source and a source of warmth.

After all, this world hadn't experienced the Industrial Revolution, and there were no streetlights at all. In dim light, candles or oil lamps would be lit in rooms. But on the empty streets, there were no lights whatsoever.

I used the faint light in my hand to illuminate the road signs and groped my way forward step by step. I hadn't thought things through before I left home. I wasn't very familiar with the layout of the school's buildings and facilities. Plus, walking at night with only the fireball in my hand for light made it feel like I was walking through a maze.

After walking for about two hours, I finally found the library sign.

You know, it only took me an hour to walk around most of the school during the day.

From a distance, some faint lights could be seen in the library, indicating that it was still open at this time.

This is a very long and wide building. From the outside, it looks like it has three floors, and its length is about the length of three or four buildings. The number of books inside must be enormous.

I stepped through the door; it was pitch black inside, with only a few faint lights in the distance. There was a communal oil lamp at the front desk. I extinguished the flame in my hand, lit an oil lamp, and held it up.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the lights in the distance that had illuminated the entrance were actually students working late into the night under oil lamps, copying various books.

Upon closer inspection of their clothing, it became clear that they were not dressed in aristocratic attire; in fact, they appeared somewhat shabby.

Perhaps this diligent study is an attempt to change one's destiny.

If I had worked as hard as they did in my past life, would I have been spared being sent to this world by the reincarnation machine from another world?

[Note: Another world reincarnation machine = truck]

Looking at the rows of bookshelves in front of me, I didn't know where to start. But since all the books here were about attack magic, I decided to go upstairs and see if there were any books about healing magic or detoxification techniques.

"Meow~ Meow~ Woof~ Awooo~"

As soon as I stepped onto the stairs, I heard sounds like wild cats in heat, but I remembered that spring hadn't arrived yet.

Upon reaching the second floor, the chilling screams became even more intense.

"Clang clang clang..."