Mushoku Tensei Jobless Novels & Stories

"Before we tear your toys apart." Shinjiro stepped forward, his face twisting. "You idiots are dying for a weak boss! You're throwing your lives away for a ghost contract!" "We’re protecting our town, you crazy prick," Alexei growled, yanking the wrench off his shoulder. "You burned our docks. You messed with our wages. The massacre stops today. You want to bet against three hundred men?" "Flesh doesn't win against lead, asshole," Shinjiro hissed, raising his hand as his thugs reached under their coats.

She darted another dirty look at Kaze. “Can you make something of yourself, Kaze? Miru gave you a job because of Darcy. “You prance around with a fancy job title and get paid over nothing. “You can’t do anything right. What’s the point of having you around?”

When she can’t supply them with an answer she would be easily declined. “You were unsuccessful?” “Please just pour me some tea or coffee… whichever one brings me closer to drinking myself to death, would be fine.” Evy had come home, jobless, yet again. This was her third day of trying to find one and it wasn’t looking good. The memory of the Duke gave her an arrogant look had her spirits down. Added with the feeling of being jobless, it has been a long time since she was like this, and was getting desperate. “Holly”

she said cheerfully, “how do we stop the kids from throwing away their carrots?” Takuto blinked. No revenue models. No projections. No EBITDA charts. Just… mushy carrots and a smiling lunch lady. He set the file down slowly. “This…” he whispered, “is what they meant by misalignment of expectations.” That night, Takuto sat alone by the school’s koi pond, legs dangling. He stared at the water, murmuring, “Is this what they call job disillusionment?” Yamada, the boy in the dinosaur hoodie, came up behind him.