Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

【Sword Sanctuary - Trevor Villa Courtyard】

Have you ever seen the Sword Sanctuary at 4 a.m.?

I have seen it.

The wind blew in from afar, and the world was still shrouded in darkness.

Only the brightly lit living room in the villa could offer a glimmer of light and warmth to this dark world.

But the Shadow King and the Sword God Old Deng stood facing each other in the cold courtyard.

This time, I was truly learning swordsmanship in the shadows.

As for the reason?

Old Deng meant that if someone saw the Sword God teaching his disciple the Water God Style technique, it would be incredibly embarrassing if word got out.

Okay, that makes sense.

Furthermore, Old Deng now forbids me from entering his house unless absolutely necessary, because he's worried Nina might misunderstand...

He would sneak over before dawn every day to teach swordsmanship...

In case of...

This feels even more shameful than having an affair...

Forget it, why think so much?

Now I must seriously learn swordsmanship!

[After a short period of time]

Old Deng's Water God style is a dud...

He doesn't know any of the five legendary secret techniques; he relies entirely on numerical values ​​and then bullies people with basic moves.

The only thing he can do is what's called "flow".

[Flow] is a technique that can only be learned at the advanced level of Water God Flow.

And this [style] was something Old Deng himself figured out by practicing in reverse while fighting against the Water God Style swordsman...

Damn it!

I, on the contrary, am using the proper method!

No wonder Old Deng got killed by Alice...

The principle of [flow] is very simple: guide the opponent's force to the side in the direction of their force.

Overall, it is an extremely sophisticated technique for unloading force.

but......

Harden is truly a veteran!

The Sword God truly lives up to his reputation as the Sword God!

Even though this old man was a fool as a father, he was a true genius as a swordsman.

The simpler something is, the harder it is to perfect.

Old Deng said that this is the core of the Water God Style, and all advanced techniques grow from the [style].

He hadn't learned those profound techniques, but he had thoroughly grasped the core essence.

As for the so-called "flow," Old Deng has already reached the pinnacle!

According to him, even using only this move, he possesses strength at least between the King and Emperor levels of the Water God Flow.

Come to think of it, the only Water God Style swordsman who could teach Old Deng something was probably that old woman, right?

When I broke through the Water God Flow in the tavern before, I thought I had already understood [Flow].

In addition, his dual-wielding style combined offense and defense, barely bringing him to the Saint-level strength.

After practicing with Old Deng a few times, I realized that the product of that epiphany in actual combat was based on nothing, and there were too many unnecessary things in the movements.

The purity is too low!

In short, the upcoming battles with Old Deng's Water God Style techniques will be enough to keep me entertained for a while.

Besides the secret training sessions in the early morning, Old Deng and I had another regular "conspiracy mission".

Ever since that day when we severely humiliated Nina, the relationship between us has been in a dynamic equilibrium.

She'll now be more proactive in picking on me, and I'll pat her head back in an even more insulting way. Then she'll go to Old Deng with red eyes to complain, and Old Deng will pretend to be furious and rush over to beat me up.

After the beating, Nina's anger subsided, and Old Deng thanked me for not hitting her too hard, then taught me swordsmanship even more diligently.

I'm also curious, why can't he keep a closer eye on his daughter?

I don't expect her daughter to become well-mannered, but at least she shouldn't act like a nobody and cause trouble every day.

Old Deng's reason was that he would teach her gradually later, and he was worried that if he suddenly became strict now, the relationship would deteriorate again...

The Seven Great Powers?

Sword God?

How pathetic...

But the results were surprisingly good.

Nina's attitude towards Old Deng has softened a lot now. Although it can't be called a loving father and a filial daughter, at least she's not like before, always acting like a shrew and looking down on people.

Old Deng also took time every day to personally teach her swordsmanship, and his teaching method was so gentle that it gave me goosebumps.

When Old Deng first practiced swordsmanship with me, he wished he could make me piss myself with a single strike.

What about Nina?

Old Deng squatted down and said in a tone he had never heard before, "It's okay, let's do it again."

Nausea!

That's fucking disgusting!

Anyway, that's the situation right now.

The days passed slowly, and Lilia's belly grew bigger day by day.

[A few months later]

Wang recently learned how to look at the moon.

The moon is silent.

The moon simply hung there, like a half-closed eye, coldly watching me.

Wang has been waking up very early every day lately, partly because he has to meet with Lao Deng at four in the morning.

On the other hand, it's because of fear.

Aisha is about to be born.

I have made countless preparations.

First, they transformed the house from a cement industrial style into a soft, European-style cottage.

The sofa is soft, the bed is large, the curtains are warm-colored, and a thick carpet covers the floor.

Lilia always says there's no need for that...

But each time, before she could finish speaking, the king would interrupt her, saying, "I know what I'm doing."

But in reality, the king lacked discretion...

I bought all sorts of fabrics and had small clothes, hats, and socks custom-made by a tailor...

We also made a bunch of penguin costumes in various sizes...

I also wrote down a lot of children's books that I could think of in advance.

I made a whole bunch of flashcards, and even drew illustrations on them...

I also bought a bunch of random toys.

I am the type of person who likes to make all sorts of preparations in advance.

But the king's mind was actually in turmoil.

Even though I've done everything I can think of, it still doesn't feel like enough.

This feeling of being unprepared terrifies me...

Prepare for safety, prepare for food, prepare for the future, prepare to answer every question she might ask in the future...

"Who is Mom?"

"Who is Dad?"

"Where did I come from?"

I am very good at lying. I can say a bunch of half-truths without changing my expression or skipping a beat.

But what about a child who will one day call him "Dad"...?

This is truly the first time something like this has ever happened.

If I don't lie, what else can I say?

Wang sat on the balcony, wrapped in a cloak, feeling the cold wind blowing, with the moonlight shining coldly overhead.

Wang looked up at the stars and the moon, his mind a complete mess.

I......

Afraid of becoming her father...

Afraid that I'm not doing well enough

I'm afraid I'll end up like my father from a past life.

I'm afraid of ending up like my father in this life.

Afraid that I won't be able to educate her well

I'm afraid I can't make her happy.

She was afraid that her dark side would hurt her.

I'm afraid she'll see right through my feigned gentleness...

Thinking about this, I suddenly understood why Old Deng acted like a coward when facing his daughter.

Wang used to find it laughable.

A sword god who could kill countless people couldn't even utter a complete sentence in front of his daughter.

Wang can't laugh anymore.

But Wang still needs to keep trying, to practice that ordinary, gentle smile that can make children feel at ease.

that is......

It's too difficult...

The guy in the mirror looks like he's crying when he laughs...

[Some time later, Aisha was born]

Wang entrusted Lao Deng to find people skilled in midwifery, and then gave them a large sum of money to stay here temporarily.

And now it has finally come in handy.

Inside the room, Lilia's cries of pain could be heard, and the midwives were busy at work.

Outside, Wang leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, brows furrowed, unable to do anything.

Wang wanted to help, but he couldn't do anything to help.

Wang doesn't know how to deliver babies, how to comfort people, or even what to say.

All we could do was stand outside and wait.

Waiting for that first cry.

Mambo snorted beside him, startling Wang, who felt offended.

So Wang slapped Mambo across the face.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, a cry was finally heard.

The sound came from the window, crossed the courtyard, and reached the king's ears.

After a long time, everyone finished their work.

Wang remained standing there, not daring to look at him...

Until Lilia's voice came from inside the house.

"Young master...would you like to take a look?"

Wang finally mustered up the courage to go and see the child.

Take a deep breath and push open the door.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, its orange-red light bathing the entire room in a warm glow.

Lilia lay on the bed, her face pale and beads of sweat on her forehead.

She was holding a tiny baby in her arms.

Its reddish-brown hair was wet and stuck to its small head.

Its green pupils, just like Paul's, darted around.

No, it's not rotating anymore.

Those eyes were staring at me, and they scared me.

I never intended for her to be born from the beginning, and I almost caused her death.

Because of her, I became a father before I even had a proper relationship...

How so?

I actually feel a bit resentful and guilty towards this child.

I don't even know why I'm thinking about these random things at a time like this...

She stopped looking at me...

But then I felt a pang of disappointment...

She must be tired now. She cried for a long time before and now she wants to sleep.

I reached out, wanting to sneakily touch her.

But he stopped halfway through reaching out.

My hands are calloused, rough and hard, like sandpaper of several hundred grits...

What if I scratch the new parts of Little Aisha?

But Lilia...

She saw Aisha in my direction...

I hesitated for a long time before taking Aisha and sitting her on the edge of the bed.

In the end, I only extended one index finger and gently rubbed the back of it against Aisha's face.

So soft.

I have never touched anything so soft.

I unconsciously want to touch it more.

Like a prank, they teased little Aisha, who wanted to sleep.

To be honest, I find it absurd myself...

Just then, that tiny, almost minuscule hand reached out and grasped my fingers.

Are you getting impatient with my pranks?

But she didn't loosen her grip...

This is just a baby's instinctive reflex, I know...

but......

I think that was the best response I ever received...

That little hand grasped mine.

I didn't dare to move at all, afraid that if I moved even slightly, that little hand would let go.

I'm afraid of betraying her trust...

Aisha held my fingers and fell asleep.

Her small mouth was slightly open, and her breathing was very light.

I just sat there on the edge of the bed, staring at her face, motionless, in a daze for a very long time.

Listening to the crackling of the firewood in the fireplace, the sound of the wind blowing through the yard outside the window, the breathing of little Aisha, and the beating of my own heart, time slipped away unnoticed.

I remembered so many things.

When I first came into this world, Senis seemed to be holding me like this, and I can almost feel the sensation of her hand brushing against my face now.

"Young Master Trevor, why did you go to such lengths?"

If you had asked me before, my answer would probably have been the responsibility of being a king...

but......

I've become weak.

Is it because of Aisha?

My incompetence has led to the current situation.

Since being reincarnated into this world, my ultimate mission has been to live a happy life like a normal person.

But I still can't let go of my original habits, and I've been playing the game with a player's mentality until now, constantly using my self-righteous king's identity and responsibility to get to where I am now.

Now he's even become a father in name only...

Is that all?

but.....

Aisha...

If it can make you happy, then I will change, and I will definitely become real!

Be your true, qualified father!

I will defeat everything!

Whatever that bullshit about gods and humans! Dragon God!

Or some kind of messy fate!

She simply instinctively grabbed onto something warm and moving.

But she entrusted me with her trust, and I will reciprocate that trust!

At this moment, I am absolutely certain that this is exactly what I want.

Although he is only a father in name only, his feelings are genuine!

perhaps......

Did Senis feel the same way at the time?

Was she also afraid? Afraid that I wouldn't have enough to eat, afraid that I would get cold, afraid that I would get hurt, afraid that I wouldn't come back?

I kneaded all my fears into the dough, baked them into cookies, and stuffed them into my bag.

"Now I think I finally understand. I'm passing on Senis's selfless love to another child who needs to be loved."

The moonlight shone through the cracks in the window, casting a silvery glow on the carpet.

The fire in the fireplace was still burning, but Wang himself was unaware that a happy smile had appeared on his face.

Wang only remembered that he seemed less afraid.

......

Actually, I'm still a little scared...

But Wang had already made up his mind that no matter the cost, he would protect Ai Xia and make her happy.

【Day 2】

Although Wang had stayed up all night, he was still refreshed!

It was still four in the morning.

It was still dark, the stars were still overhead, and the wind was blowing in from outside the courtyard, chilling to the bone. But Wang's hands were warm.

Across from me was Old Deng, his face serious.

Wang gripped the sword hilt tightly and took a deep breath.

Then--

Wang swung his sword.

It didn't feel particularly fast, but it was very smooth.

Like water flowing down from a height, like the wind blowing through a wheat field, like—without needing to think, the body knows exactly where to go.

Old Deng was stunned.

Then he burst out laughing.

"Shut up, Deng! My daughter's still asleep!"

Following the king's command, Old Deng managed to suppress his laughter.

He started to put on an air of superiority, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You are the youngest Sword Saint of the Sword God Style in history, not even nine years old."

"Hmph! Of course!"

Wang Ye crossed his arms, but couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Old Deng suddenly came to his senses, stroked his beard, and started guessing wildly.

"Damn, the more I think about it, the more outrageous it gets? Could it be some third-rate romance novel?"

"Heh...then I hope the cheat code given to me will be even more ruthless..."

"What is a cheat/hack?"

"This is none of your business. I'm going back to catch up on my sleep."

As he spoke, Wang yawned widely.

And yawning is contagious, so Old Deng also let out a big yawn.

"Ah~~~~ I'm going back too."

"Um......"

I wonder if little Norren is cute or not...

I wonder if I received the penguin costume I sent...

I really want to see how Noren would look in it...

Meanwhile, in the village of Bouyena, Paul's bedroom.

Noren: "Waaaaaaahh ...

Paul: "What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

Senis: "That shouldn't be the case, I just breastfed her not long ago."

Paul: "Who cares, let's give it a try?"

Senis: "Hmm!"

【after a while】

Noren: "Waaaaaaahh ...

Senis: "It's still not working! What's wrong?"

Paul: "I don't know. Is the child not very bright?"

Senis: "You're the one who's not smart! Go get Lilia's parenting notes!"

[After a short period of time]

Paul: "Here it comes! Here you go!"

Senis: "Can't you just look for yourself?"

But despite saying that, Senis snatched it and started flipping through the notes.

Senis: "When a newborn cries, first check... whether they are hungry... whether their diaper is dry... whether their temperature is normal..."

Paul tried them one by one.

Finally, it turned out it was time to change the diaper...

[After a short period of time]

Noren finally quieted down, hiccuping, tears still clinging to his eyelashes.

Senis held her in her arms and patted her gently.

Paul stood to the side, reaching out his hand, then withdrawing it, as if unsure where to touch.

Paul: "It wasn't this difficult before..."

Senis: "Yeah...it's not that hard..."