Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

"Push harder! Didn't you eat?"

"Brother, it's been at least an hour, please have mercy on me. I can't take it anymore."

"presumptuous!"

"How can a man say he can't!"

"How about I step on it for you?"

How could we let those Japanese devils trample on us!

"You still want to step on me?"

"No, no! It's not that I'm short or weak, but can I massage you a little longer this way?"

"Fine, fine... I'll let you off this time, now get lost."

With the king's permission, the hardworking slave Rudius finally finished his routine for the night.

I sat up in bed and stretched my muscles.

The witch has been gone for a month, and I, the king, have naturally not been idle since then.

My physical training hasn't stopped these days, and Paul's bullying of me under the guise of swordplay instruction hasn't stopped either.

In addition to her daily physical training, Senis also enjoys a good diet of meat and noodles every day, as well as Rudy's evening massages.

Muscles have also grown.

Of course, Rudy's physical training was not neglected either; Paul paid even more attention to his youngest son.

However, Rudy's swordsmanship talent is truly... well, let's just say it's not that great.

In a rush, I would trip over my own feet, and sometimes I would even close my eyes in fear when a sword was swung at me.

That being said, this kid is very serious about training, and he completes all the tasks he is supposed to do, unlike me in the past who always tried to find ways to be lazy.

It could even be said that they tried too hard.

I have a special psychological skill: I don't see myself as a human being.

To be precise, it means treating one's own body as a character in a game.

Training to your physical limit is just like gaining experience points.

As long as there's still a breath left, everything's fine. There's healing magic, so even hidden injuries won't be left. You just need to eat more.

Although my little brother's training intensity wasn't as high as mine, he was still able to persevere.

It takes considerable determination and perseverance to persist in doing things you're not good at.

This inevitably makes me think more highly of my brat.

But we still have to order people around when necessary.

"Hey! Brother, I just remembered something!"

"explain."

"I heard that scraping your muscles with something after a workout is more effective than a massage! It can prevent you from developing stiff, unmuscular muscles. Want to try it?"

Ah, I think that's true. It involves using a fascia scraper to scrape the muscles; athletes do that.

It can make muscles more elastic, and improve explosive power and endurance.

However... I remember it hurt a lot, and I don't know how different it is from a massage.

"...Do you even know how to do it? Is there any danger?"

"We both know healing magic, so even if it doesn't work, nothing serious will happen. You can rest assured and leave it to me, your younger brother!"

My brat patted his chest and assured me.

Rudy may have meant well, but it's unlikely he was entirely well-intentioned...

Got it!

The experimental materials are right in front of you!

"Tsk, bro..."

"exist!"

"You train with me every day, but you never enjoy massages like I do. You must be all stiff muscles by now, right?"

"..."

So you're not going to say anything now?

"I'll try you out first. If you prove useful, I'll reward you handsomely!"

"Is it possible to reach a settlement?"

"Now that things have come to this, are you kidding me? You've been massaging me for so many days, it's only right that I take care of my little brother. On the bright side, maybe this will save you some energy in the future."

[Late Night]

At the residence of Paul Greirat, the resident knight of Bouyena.

There is a newly built basement.

In this basement, where no sound could escape, lay the dwelling place of Rudius Greratter.

His limbs were fixed to a stone bed with stones, while the Shadow Lord stood by, using a magically created scraper to scrape Rudeus's fascia.

"Damn it!!!"

"Kuchiya!!!"

"Spit out!!!"

Rudius screamed incessantly, his body thrashing about like a fish out of water.

"Brother, look! Your whole body is just dead muscle stuck together!"

"Whoa! No! Stop! Take your hands off me!"

The king has no mercy...

"Hahaha! This leg is shaved! It's all shaved! Little brother, how do you feel now? How do you feel!?"

In despair, Rudius cried out to the heavens.

"Dad! Mom! Help me!!!"

At the same time, Paul, who was being intimate with his wife, suddenly sensed something.

"Huh? Rudy?!... "

"Honey? What's wrong?"

I hesitated for a moment.

Paul chose to continue his intimacy with Senis; perhaps it was just his imagination...

[Two weeks later]

Ludius scraped the fascia in his left leg and healed it with healing magic.

The other leg remains unchanged.

Both arms, the right arm had fascia scraped off and was healed with healing magic.

The other method involves scraping the fascia but without any healing magic; it allows the fascia to heal naturally.

In addition, with daily exercise, the experimental results are now in.

"Brother! This might be our most important discovery!"

The left leg, repaired with healing magic, recovered extremely quickly, and the patient was able to walk on the ground the very next day.

The healing magic perfectly skips the inflammatory and proliferative phases of natural repair, directly completing the reshaping and optimization of the fascial structure.

It guided the "destruction-reconstruction" process to the most ideal result in a very short time.

According to my younger brother, when he runs the same distance every day, his right leg is already sore, but his left leg still has energy left, giving him a smooth feeling that "he just can't stop".

And every time my little brother tries to attack my buttock armor, I can clearly feel that my left leg has a stronger explosive force.

His left arm showed the same improvement, and in terms of strength alone, it was stronger than his right arm.

only......

It could also be because his right arm was severely damaged.

During the experiment, the arm was in a state of "recovery" with deep bruising and soreness.

Even today, two weeks later, the situation remains the same...

With the added damage from time to time, it's now completely ruined.

"It's all my fault, I've caused you so much pain. Don't worry, I'll use magic to heal you right away."

As he spoke, Wang reached out to use magic to repair his brother's arm.

"Ah!!! No! Don't touch it!!!"

"ah.....!"

Wang was startled by his younger brother's sudden shout.

After calming down, the younger brother pleaded desperately.

"Please, brother, I don't want you to touch my body anymore...please."

Even though he knew his younger brother was actually Japanese, and therefore felt no guilt in treating him like a Japanese soldier, the older brother couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt upon hearing such a subservient voice...

"...Brother, I know you have many complaints, but now it's time for you to be free..."

"...Really?"

"real."

"...You won't retaliate against me, will you?"

"Won't."

"...Forget it. I...I don't dare."

"..."

It seems we went too far...

This little brat is actually very obedient. Even though it's so painful, even so, he has persevered through this cruel experiment.

Although I was reluctant, I persevered.

He didn't secretly use healing magic on his own, nor did he tell Paul and Senis.

"Alright, it was my fault. What reward do you want? Tell me."

"...You don't need to reward me. Just don't treat me like that again."

Little Rudy transformed into the young girl Us, looking at the king with teary eyes.

"No, I promise you."

"You keep your word..."

"You keep your word!"

damn it......

This brat is acting like a defiled young wife...

I almost feel reluctant to do the experiment again...

That being said, the appropriate rewards should still be given, but there's really nothing good to give right now.

Never mind, let's talk about it later.

Let's just give him some chicken soup first.

"...In short, you need to understand. We're destined for great things! If God wants someone to do great things, He has to make them suffer first, you understand?"

"Doing something big? What big thing? How big is it? Are you God? Have you suffered any hardship?"

Damn it! I forgot for a moment that he's not a child; you can't fool him with those childish tricks...

"How about we rule the world and then become God?"

"..."

Damn it, how dare this little devil look at me like that?

"Forget it, forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. I'm ordering you now! Loosen your muscles for me."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Damn it, you won't listen to gentle persuasion, so you only respond to force!

[Grerrat Mansion Basement]

It was that basement again, where no sound could escape.

This time, however, their roles have been reversed.

That little devil is really strong and dares to use his strength!

"Hakimi, oh Hakimi!!!"

"Oh yiyi ah yi!!! Oh yiyiyi ah yi!!!"

"Oh yi yi yi ah yi! Mampo Omachiri!!!"

Meanwhile, Mambo, who was sleeping in the stable, seemed to hear something.

"Huh? Who's calling me?... "

After hesitating for a moment, Mambo decided to go back to sleep; perhaps it was just his imagination...

[After a period of time]

After finding a unique method for body tempering, his physical fitness improved rapidly.

With more experience, we no longer have to yell every time, although we still sometimes make each other make some strange noises.

Then the maid discovered this awkward scene, and she told Paul and Senis.

I don't know how I spoke to Paul, but the current situation is that Rudy and I are being spoken to separately.

The person Rudy was talking to was Senis, and the person I was talking to was Paul.

Paul crossed his arms, propped up his sour face, and remained silent. It was unclear how long he would continue to cosplay as Commander Ikari.

I really want to laugh, but I have to hold it in!

I must endure this, even at the cost of Rudy's future happiness!

"Whose idea was this?"

Do you really want to know this secret?

"Don't answer questions with questions, you bastard!"

"...Oh, I see. You know me, don't you? I like witches..."

"Enough! You...you must stop talking..."

Before he could finish speaking, Paul interrupted him.

Paul then lost his strength, put his hands on his head, and buried half his face in the table.

"...It's all my fault, no! It should be Tarhand's fault! It's all his fault for seducing me..."

"Old, Old Deng???"

Although the misunderstanding was cleared up later, could you please give me back an ear that I've never heard this before?

These days, Paul is even more disgusting in my eyes; he's become a beast among beasts!