Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 2 Luo Qixi, an accidental encounter in the rain, an inevitable fate.

Four monsters emerged from the darkness.

Leading the pack was a bipedal, four-armed mutated monster—the Terminator Boar. It was nearly three meters tall, with crimson eyes staring intently at Allen a few meters away on its massive head. Two tusks protruded from its mouth, saliva dripping continuously as it panted heavily.

Following behind were three dog-like monsters resembling Doberman Pinschers—fierce fighting dogs, baring their sharp, gleaming white teeth, constantly digging at the ground, clearly eager to devour Allen.

The light of the campfire attracted the forest's overlord.

The boar suddenly stopped, shielding the not-so-intelligent fighting dog in front of it, and squinted its scarlet eyes at its prey.

It sensed a threat from the weapon at its prey's waist; it recognized the long, thin weapon.

In a village to the south, a terrifying male human once used something of similar shape to kill a fellow human who was even stronger than himself in the blink of an eye.

The "prey," which only reached its waist and was just a head taller than the four-legged fighting dog, raised its eyebrows.

Step out with your right foot, lunge forward, lower your center of gravity, and place your right hand on the knife.

Laughing without any burden.

Full of interest.

"It seems the village is indeed not far away. I actually encountered a pig that is the plot-driving tool in the novel. Fortunately, I did not risk running here by myself when I was four years old. Otherwise, if I had been unlucky, I would have been eaten by the pig and excreted in a pile. That would have been hilarious."

"But times have changed, and now, luck is against us."

Amidst the voices, a sharp crack echoed as the toes ploughed an inch into the soft, damp forest soil.

"It's not me anymore."

It burst forth and scattered!

His figure shot out! Allen left a trail of afterimages as he charged towards the monster!

Monsters possess intelligence, but it's rare. Seeing Allen's provocative attitude, the Wild Boar's primal instincts ignited, and with a roar, it smashed past the fighting dogs in front of it!

"roar!!"

Like a speeding black truck, it hurtled towards Allen with a crushing force!

In the blink of an eye, the human and the monster were almost touching.

Right now!

"Get out of the way!"

A delicate shout pierced Allen's ears along with the sudden gust of wind.

Something sharp and piercing suddenly burst forth from the shadows of the forest behind the monster!

It cuts through the wind and leaves at an extremely fast speed, like a boat cutting through the waves and slicing through the accumulated leaves in the forest!

However, in the instant the unexpected happened, Allen's dark gray pupils narrowed to pinpoints, and a surge of heat rushed from his waist to his limbs and bones.

Inside his abdomen, the 'Dragon Saint Battle Qi Embryo Core,' about the size of a walnut, was suddenly gripped by a hand called Consciousness! The Dragon Saint Battle Qi was pumped out! Like a torrent of water flowing into a great river during a downpour.

The surging river of fighting spirit poured into Allen's limbs and bones!

Adrenaline surges! The five senses and thoughts are overloaded!

In just a moment!

The world then slowed down:

The rustling of leaves in the forest suddenly subsided; the mountain breeze slowly crept over my skin; a cold glint flowed over the massive tusks of a wild boar; damp air mingled with the stench of monsters as I inhaled.

During the bullet time, Allen's eyes slowly moved, his gaze passing through the gap between the monster's arms and body, and he saw what was rushing towards the monster from behind, accompanied by a howling wind.

—A crystal-clear water sphere.

The information rushed through my mind.

"Approximately 150cm in diameter. Intermediate-level attack magic—water cannon? No, the shape is wrong. It's basic-level magic—water ball."

"The firing rate and water volume are already close to those of a water cannon. The intention is to increase magic output efficiency, and the choice of a water sphere is to shorten the casting time and activate it more quickly."

"If I continue attacking the monster, I'll also be affected by the water blast, so it warned me to dodge? No, there was a time difference. When the opponent activated the magic, it didn't expect me to attack the monster, and it backfired."

"who? 』

The tusks that would end the boar were almost upon him, less than fifty centimeters from Allen's eyeball, and a powerful attack spell was just two meters behind the monster.

Every cell in Allen's body was screaming, forcing him to immediately move and dodge!

The scabbard in his hand gave him a cold, icy feel.

It extinguished the 'alarm' in my mind.

A smile slowly bloomed on Allen's lips.

"Get out of the way!"

"It's possible, but unnecessary. Kitakami-ryu—a pragmatist."

"The standard stance for drawing the sword." "Twenty cuts!"

Allen's pupils contracted again, his eyes almost turning completely white, his body muscles tensed, and his reaction was astonishingly fast.

He narrowly avoided the wild boar's tusks; he ducked to dodge the sharp claws that followed; he met the gaze of a fighting dog beside him and slipped past.

Like a butterfly flitting among flowers, it moved through the gaps between the monsters' bodies.

Dancing along with his body

It was the dim glow of a campfire.

Light surrounded Allen's body, flashing rapidly and rhythmically five times, as if reflected by some kind of smooth, sharp, and fast-moving mirror.

The light went out.

Allen bypassed the monster and stood facing the rapidly approaching water sphere.

He was still in the same position, holding the knife.

It was as if he had never drawn his sword.

This moment:

In his constricted pupils, the water sphere, bathed in the orange glow of the campfire, rapidly magnified, engulfing Allen's entire field of vision.

It was only a hand's width away from his face.

But Allen just stared at the water sphere without blinking.

Where the eye falls, a white line emerges on the sphere, with the vertical axis as the axis, and ripples spread outwards from the water surface.

It cracked.

Neatly split into two halves, it brushed against the hair and flew past the person's cheek.

The knife's owner's eyes shifted, looking at the cross-section of the water sphere on his right cheek—the campfire light tinged the rippling water with a vibrant, dancing orange hue.

It was exceptionally beautiful.

Allen blinked.

As he moved, the Dragon Saint's battle aura subsided, and time...

But it surged forth!

The world is noisy!

The leaves clapped and cheered! The mountain wind ruffled his clothes! The scabbard was hard and warm! The turbulent currents forked and roared past his head!

Boom!!!

A deafening explosion erupted from the left and right rear! Two trees, each as wide as a hand, fell to the ground in response!

However, the four monsters directly behind Allen remained frozen in place, as if time had stopped.

Splash!

Someone stepped over the fallen leaves and rushed out of the shady part of the woods.

Allen looked up at the source of the attack magic that had revealed its form.

He looked surprised, but then his expression changed to one of realization.

He lowered his hand from the knife.

This action manipulated time, and with a hiss, the enormous heads and necks of the wild boar and the fighting dog slowly shifted.

Pat, pat, pat, pat.

They all fell to the ground.

The four tones correspond to the four "twenty cuts".

But the light reflected from the blade just now clearly flashed five times, right?

—The broken tree trunk of the water sphere behind him has already provided the answer.

*Sizzle sizzle sizzle*

Blood gushed out like a fountain from the monster's smooth, severed neck, raining down in a shower of crimson.

In the sound of "rain".

A short figure, dressed in a mage's robe, carrying a huge suitcase, and wearing a hood, had already run into the firelight.

Beneath the hood, her blue bangs were outlined with a green hue in the firelight. She sniffed her small nose and stared at Allen with wide eyes in surprise.

The latter scanned from the person's face down to their boots that didn't go past their knees. In the firelight, the black stockings accentuated the slightly raised white skin around the 'god's' firm and taut calves.

The admiration in his eyes could not be concealed even by the darkness of night.

He spoke with a smile.

"I dodged it, thanks for reminding me."

The 'girl' with two dark blue braids almost reaching her knees was slightly out of breath. She looked at the 'child' who was bathed in blood rain and was only a head taller than her. She listened to the child's somewhat childish voice and looked at the headless monster's corpse and the tree trunk that had been broken in half by the water ball spell behind her.

She slightly opened her mouth, glanced at the tree not far away that had been snapped in half by the water ball spell, and looked somewhat bewildered.

Did they dodge it?

I didn't know how to respond to what he was saying.

(End of this chapter)