Jobless Reincarnation Ruijerd Novels & Stories

Instantly, his head felt a subtle sting when it accepted an overload of memories where he tried hard to forget about. Noel's eyes twitched, hiding his pain. "Please elaborate for me to understand." Madam Ruzka heed her Emperor’s command. "Do you remember the time when you see a figure of a person engulfed in shiny golden light? That was your Sol, your other half." His mouth agape, a flabbergasted expression formed on his ethereal face. "…Impossible.” He paused for a moment when another prickly sensation stung his consciousness. “My Sol just died awhile back, how can it reincarnate in a short matter of time?"

The comments called me a graduate from some no-name college, but in my last life, I had built the most advanced AI robotics company in the country and led the industry for decades. I packed up my bag and got ready to leave. Suddenly, the back door of the classroom slammed open with a loud bang.

"You're not supposed to know. That's impossible." My fingers behind my back moved twice, and the rope binding my wrists snapped loose. "If you hadn't reminded me, I probably never would've remembered that we've known each other since we were kids." Right before I passed out last time, something Sally said made it clear that she wouldn't let me die just yet. If I died, she would lose her entire career as a spice challenge streamer. To avoid ending up trapped like last time, she had already planned ahead. She would win the championship, then switch to regular food review content.

But if I didn’t act out like what I should, we would have been trapped in another mess like we did in Rustaval. I wouldn’t say us subjugating the mountain dragon and saving like, what, the ENTIRE kingdom of Rustaval from it’s demise a mess, but the popularity and people’s high regard, even from Kuzan and his family, is what I would call a mess. I have had enough of popularity for the first month of my reincarnation in this world. I don’t need another.

He said. Vira hesitated, then finally closed her eyes and nodded. Indeed, she feels tired. Even if she hasn’t awakened Luoie who just awakened by himself, Zedrick and Raima are the ‘incarnations’ of the guardians who have special powers. Thus, even if it was just two of them that she awakened, and with the help of Lovis at that, she still felt fatigue.

Gia said as she crouched down near his chest and hovered her palms above him. An energy flow, in the form of purple mist from Gia's palms got inside Max's body as if healing it and slowly they could see the dragon's body being restored and returning to it's original colour. "Gosh! This is exhausting." Gia said, stretching her limbs and massaging her neck. "Don't worry, you'll be fine doing this soon." Gwen said, patting Gia's head. "Let's get him back. Wanda, you're staying with us, right?" Gise.le asked her friend.

"Chase, this is your last chance to insult me. Once I make my comeback, I'll never let you stand anywhere near me again." In my previous life, I helped Evonne stage such a glorious comeback, yet she still found me disgusting and thought I was an insult to her. It was not just being anywhere near her, she didn't even give me a chance to exist. This time, without me, I would wait and see how she would ever rise again.

I'd help her dig her own grave. "Miss Jent," I said, my tone calm and even, "I was actually about to bring something up with you. Wanda's from a tough financial background, so I thought we could help her find a part-time job. Maybe in the cafeteria or as a janitor—something to help her earn her way." Wanda's jaw dropped. She froze, eyes wide, like she couldn't process what I'd just said. Yeah, she clearly wasn't ready for anything resembling actual effort.

I had felt genuinely sorry for how pale he looked, so I went hungry myself just so I could save on living expenses and send the extra to him. I worked five odd jobs outside of classes and fainted several times just from exhaustion caused by low blood sugar alone. The most dangerous of those occasions had been when I was almost crushed under a bus' wheels because I had passed out. In the end, all of my hard-earned money had been used on another woman's recovery. I could no longer taste the food I was eating. Before I knew it, all I could taste on my tongue was bitterness. It felt similar to when I had been on the verge of death in my previous life.