Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

I rarely wake up so early, I stretched like a cat, so comfortable~~~

Then I found nothing.

Where's my necklace?!

I searched under and on the bed, but couldn't find it.

There doesn't seem to be anyone in my family who would make such a joke.

So there's only one truth.

You beast, you god! Give me back my necklace!

I suddenly plunged my consciousness into the bounded field and began to curse loudly.

Even though he hadn't displayed his "Zu'an spirit" for many years, he still unleashed a torrent of witty remarks.

As if finally unable to bear my greetings any longer, "Imaginary Magic" flew over and hit my face.

I only realized my gemstone was embedded in the book's cover after I took the book down.

Finally, a few more words appeared on the first page of the book.

Soul Stones are very important.

Do not take it out.

Do not reveal its existence.

Soul Stones? Are they related to the soul?

But there was no response. Can the riddle teller just die already...?

He created a new replica of the item in the imaginary world and took it out again.

The gift I gave you yesterday can't just disappear today, can it?

And I really like this one.

Sword practice takes place in the afternoon; in the morning, the Shadow King naturally needs to patrol his territory.

I had no intention of showing off my birthday present.

Before going out, Wang would carefully tidy up his appearance, even though no matter how much he tidied himself up, he was still just a little kid.

Trying to make yourself look more handsome will only make you look cute.

Today's fashion sense is no longer suitable for a five-year-old's body.

In the end, he simply tied his long brown hair up, wore the shirt he wore for sword practice, and carried the new sword Paul had given him.

As a result, it actually looks even cleaner and neater.

I sighed and walked out of the house, passing by Paul who was brushing his horse.

"What's wrong, Trevor? Up so early? And why are you sighing?"

"It's nothing, you'll understand when you're my age. I'm going out now."

"At this age... I get it! So it's puberty! Even as an adopted son, he's truly worthy of Greirat..."

I got up early today and went for a walk, which is rare for me. Although I'm not as much of a NEET as Rudy, I do go out very rarely. The few times I do go out, it's either to go to the clinic with Senis or to test magic in the forest by myself.

Paul and Senis are really carefree; they let their child, who's only a few years old, run off alone...

Today, having nothing to do, I decided to take a stroll around the village, but I found that I didn't recognize a single child. How pitiful.

Even if it were that little pushover, Silphie, her parents wouldn't let her go out to play alone at that age.

Since we're already here, let's just wander around the village and then head into the forest to continue testing the magic.

After surveying the area and finding nothing else to do, they headed towards the forest.

After arriving at the lakeside where they usually practiced, they began practicing a new magic trick based on the principle of water-cutting magic. However, they encountered a bottleneck in improving its power.

One moment he'd be casting magic into the lake, the next he'd be lying down and entering the barrier.

Before I knew it, I had skipped Paul's swordplay class and didn't start walking back until the afternoon sun wasn't so hot anymore.

Walking home with my back straight is like a confident king surveying his territory.

Even the great Shadow Lord would feel joy at the sight of the beautiful scenery and the melodious birdsong.

Not far away, a green-haired child was being attacked and pelted with mud by a group of children. They were shouting something about a man-eating monster and defeating Sparrow...

Ugh......

The king would not feel pleasure in bullying the weak.

Something's not right... What kind of amazing parents are these... It seems like becoming a parent really requires getting a certification.

Knowing that green hair is an ominous symbol, it is almost inevitable that such children will be bullied.

Although I think the green-haired elf is very pretty...

"Stop right there!"

A sudden shout made the kids turn around.

When he saw that it was just a stranger, he didn't care at all and instead walked towards me.

Are these kids really that brave? To them, my sword looks like a baguette tucked into my waistband.

The otherworldly Gian, whose size stood out like a crane among chickens in the sea, walked up to my face. He was a head taller than me, and his arms were thicker than my legs.

"Who are you! What business is it of our village! Get out of here right now! Or we'll beat you up too!"

So they were treating me like an outsider.

"I am your uncle whom you have never met. It is a great pity that your parents died early, leaving you to live alone. I will raise you well in the name of your deceased parents!"

The Shadow King was knocked to his knees by a single punch, but of course he was faking it, all for the sake of his ultimate throw—the Moon Scoop from the Sea!

Fat Tiger, whose body I had captured, was completely stiff, not daring to move a muscle except for his mouth. "I @#￥%"

My underlings surrounded me, but all I had to do was offer them a plate of walnuts, and Fat Tiger could only shout and tell them to leave.

It wasn't that the king was treacherous; he simply disdained drawing his sword against an unarmed opponent, and even less so the use of magic.

Defeating this group of unruly children is easy, but that's not the key.

Gian and I control each other, which is also part of the plan!

"Hey, you with the green hair! Come help!"

Little Hilfi timidly made her way through the crowd to the front.

"You must take your destiny into your own hands!" I lowered my voice, staring intently into Sylphie's eyes. "The moment I let go, you must grab me! You absolutely cannot fail!"

Hilfi stared wide-eyed at me, then at Fat Tiger, her lips trembling, unable to utter a word for a long time.

She is afraid.

Of course she was scared. A child who was used to being bullied was suddenly given an opportunity to get revenge—she didn't know how to accept it.

After several breaths, she finally nodded.

It was light, but very serious.

I let go.

Give one walnut to Shilufi.

Hilfi reached out and grabbed it.

The energetic young man, Fat Tiger, immediately stood at attention.

"If he resists, he should use all his strength."

Little Hilfi had already learned how to use the emperor to command the nobles simply through oral tradition.

He then handed over the Imperial Seal to Xilufei.

Subsequently, this group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals were naturally suppressed by me with one hand.

As for the scratches, shoe prints, handprints, and messy hair, they were just to get Senis's attention.

It was definitely not because I was careless and got beaten up by a bunch of kids.

In short, the king neither pulled out EA nor used magic, and the king still won.

Wang crossed his arms, straightened his spine, and said, "Let him go!"

"Huh?" Although she was a little confused, Hilfi still let go of her hand.

When a wild animal loses its collar, it tries to bite its owner in a frenzy.

Fat Tiger pounced on me, trying to use his weight advantage to pin me down and beat me. His stance was quite practiced, which showed that Fat Tiger had many years of fighting experience.

But I'm not an ordinary person; a simple step back only slightly increases the distance between us.

Sensing that the distance and angle weren't perfect, Fat Tiger took another small step forward.

But at this step, although the distance and angle were good, the center of gravity was not good!

He grabbed Fat Tiger's collar with both hands and pulled him down hard. Fat Tiger, who lost his balance, bowed his head to Wang.

A knee strike landed on Fat Tiger's jaw.

With a mild concussion, Gian tried his best to stand up but lost the ability to make any threatening movements.

With a slight turn, his pre-prepared punching stance was ready to strike. He applied the techniques of the Silent Katana to his fist, and the heavy blow, accelerated from his feet through all his joints, slammed into Fat Tiger's face.

With intense pain and nosebleeds, Gian fell to the ground, crying like a child.

Although he was just a child.

Wang crossed his arms.

"Don't think I'm bullying you! If I use my sword and magic, you'll all die! From now on, Buena Village is my territory! But being your leader is a disgrace to me. I'll train this brat for seven days, after which he'll challenge you again. I'll teach you a lesson!"

Without waiting for a reply, I grabbed Hilfi and left.