A Person on Terra, With No Books Left to Read

As a person on Terra, I have no more books to read. Author: Returning Light Radiance

I, an ordinary person, inexplicably arrived in a place called Terra.

But this time, my birth seemed pretty good, with a very well-off family.

I have an elder sister named Theresia and a cousin named Theresis.

They cared about me a lot, giving me a mansion to live in and enjoy myself as I pleased.

My wish to be a freeloader actually came true! (Happy.jpg)

My elder sister's people took care of my food and drink, my cousin found video games from the East to help me pass the time, and guards were stationed outside the door. From then on, I completely gave up on socializing, ignoring whatever commotion was happening outside, and never even left the house! At most, I'd deal with the tutor my sister found.

Her name is Kal'tsit, and she's also a doctor who always wants me to study medicine!

No way! I want to indulge in my vices! I'm going abroad to play! I'll leave the country to my brother and sister!

Just as I was planning how to escape far away, a large group of people suddenly rushed in one day.

"The throne is vacant, the tribes are divided, please inherit the throne!"

"What does that have to do with me! I want to study abroad."

Shining: "It seems you didn't get accepted."

"..."

Chapter 1: Freeloader

Light and shadow flickered on the screen, with two characters constantly dodging monster attacks in a virtual scene. But it seemed something was triggered, the picture suddenly froze and slowly dimmed, and the sound of rapid button presses in the room also disappeared.

"Are those people still in the reception room?"

Using the smooth surface of the screen, he saw the shadow standing quietly behind him. Her tall figure was hidden beneath a cloak, with only two white horns, which should not be human characteristics, protruding from the holes reserved in the hood of the cloak.

"They have not left."

"Is that so? Then let them stay. I won't see them."

The screen lit up again, and the sound of rapid button presses once again became the only sound in the room. There was only one thing he wanted and could do now, and that was to live idly until death.

As for showing off his skills like in the novels he read long ago? No, he didn't have the ability at all.

The world he was originally from was called Earth. It was when he was in college that he downloaded a game called Arknights at the instigation of his roommate.

When the newbie tutorial reached the public recruitment, he happened to encounter the entry for a high-level veteran operator. Hearing that it was something that could get good items and greatly improve the game experience, he became anxious because he was stuck in the newbie tutorial and couldn't click it!

After trying various methods with no effect, he angrily slammed the table, and then he couldn't remember anything else. All he knew was that he had come to a world called Terra, which was highly similar to Arknights. And he also had a new name—Theresica.

He used to be just an ordinary person of ordinary status, but after coming here, his background seemed to have been elevated significantly.

He had an elder sister named Theresia, who was now the Empress of the Sarkaz. He also had a cousin named Theresis, who was the current Regent, responsible for assisting his sister.

Both of them were very capable. On the Terra continent, which was full of disputes and wars, they had helped the small nation of Kazdel survive crisis after crisis, tenaciously surviving for over two hundred years amidst storms.

There was no mistake, this world called Terra was where immortal races and mortal races coexisted. He was now 18 years old, but in the eyes of those around him, he was still a baby!

Over the past two hundred years, his sister and cousin had done too many things in this country. When the teacher talked about the country's past history, it was basically about what his sister and cousin did and what role they played at different times.

When he was young, he would often take the epic events he heard from his teacher and, with a child's look of amazement and a hint of genuine curiosity, go to his sister and cousin to ask if they were true.

They seemed to like this approach. His cousin once carried him on his shoulders to inspect the resting military camps, and his sister also held his hand to meet various people.

Those years were very comfortable. Although his elders had passed away in the flames of war, with the pampering and protection of his sister and cousin, he didn't feel that his life was imperfect.

But after these few years, a disagreement suddenly arose between his sister and cousin, and it intensified, even leading to weapons and bloodshed.

Before Theresica came to this world, he had heard some game settings from his roommate. He knew that the Sarkaz would erupt in civil war, and that the war would only appear at the end of the 11th century of Terra.

But unexpectedly, in the year 1068 of Terra, a civil war broke out in Kazdel, and his sister and cousin fought fiercely for their political ideals and the throne. Theresica knew that he had no ability, and judging by his name, he also guessed that his parents, who had never appeared in this world, might not have intended to let their youngest son enter this quagmire.

Therefore, he began to stay at home and not go out.

His sister and cousin didn't say anything, they just sent servants to take care of him, guards to ensure his safety, a tutor who came once a month, and plenty of things to pass the time.

Since then, Theresica has become an internet addict, spending his days playing games or trying to deal with the tutor named Kal'tsit. Only on the major annual festivals, when his sister and cousin came to visit him together, would he put down the game console, a specialty product from the East.

"Shining."

He called out, the codename of the guard sent by his cousin.

"I'm here."

The cloaked figure behind him took a step forward.

"It seems to have gotten much quieter these past few days. I haven't heard any explosions."

"Maybe a winner is about to be decided?"

The person beside him made an optimistic guess. This was someone his sister had found. Her name was Warfarin, a special race among the Sarkaz—a Blood Demon, but also one of the best doctors in the country.

"Ah—that would be a shame. Then this comfortable job will soon be over... It's so comfortable to just live idly until death."

Warfarin sighed, but then a hint of surprise appeared on her face, "Are there many guests today?"

[Clang—]

Shining's sword was suddenly unsheathed, and the tightly closed door was forcefully pushed open at that moment, and a group of people rushed in in a mess.

"Hey, hey, hey! This is the royal chambers! How dare you barge in!"

Warfarin leaped up, darting behind a curtain to the side, shouting in alarm.

Theresica put down his game controller and looked sideways at the Sarkaz who had rushed in. Noticing his gaze, they immediately knelt on the ground in panic, shouting.

"We… we are merely messengers, Your Highness! With the throne vacant and the tribes divided, the leaders of the Royal Court hope you will inherit the throne!"

"The throne? Find someone else. I don't want to get involved in these matters. I'm planning to study abroad."

Theresica waved his hand, signaling them to leave quickly, but one of them shouted, "Her Highness Theresia has been killed!"

"Then find my cousin. It has nothing to do with me anyway!"

He said dismissively. He didn't believe any of this; it could easily be a trap set by someone.

"Lord Theresis… is missing."

Upon hearing this, Theresica couldn't help but laugh. These people were really audacious, setting up such a poorly crafted trap.

"Alright, get out now, or I'll have Shining deal with you. I don't want the throne at all."

Continuing his game, Theresica ignored the situation behind him, knowing Shining would handle it. He regretted letting these people into the reception room; otherwise, the guards could have stopped them all outside.

But why did Shining draw her sword? She could easily handle these people without a sword.

"Half of what these people are saying, I can guarantee is true."

An aged voice suddenly appeared. Theresica turned his head and saw a gaunt old man, floating in the air, wrapped entirely in bandages.

The patriarch of the Corpse Eater tribe, the King of the Scavengers, bowed slightly and said.

"I personally witnessed Her Highness Theresia being killed. As for the other matter, someone else will come to verify it for you."

As the old man finished speaking, a powerfully built individual walked in. This was Manfred, a confidant of his cousin.

He lowered his head, "Your Highness, the General… has gone missing in Victoria."

"???"

Theresica was a bit confused. This should have resulted in a clear winner and loser! How could one be killed and the other mysteriously disappear?

Chapter 2: Actually Failed the Exam?

His cousin and sister had been in this country for two hundred years. Theresica couldn't imagine how much unclear and unfathomable power they had accumulated.

Moreover, it wasn't just the long-lived races; individual strength in this world also varied greatly. Some people were no different from ordinary people on Earth, while others could split a large tree with a single sword strike. Some could even control Originium power and unleash various Originium Arts, essentially functioning as mages.

It was precisely because of this that Theresica found what those people were saying laughable. Not to mention his sister, his cousin possessed immense individual strength; how could he have disappeared inexplicably? Furthermore, the Sarkaz Royalty had a natural bloodline suppression over other Sarkaz; no Sarkaz could murder royalty!

He looked towards the King of the Scavengers.

Although he was hiding in this mansion, the civil war had been ongoing for years, and some information inevitably leaked in, reaching his ears. He had some recollection of this strangely dressed old man.

This person was also a long-lived being. He followed neither his cousin nor his sister, remaining neutral during the civil war, yet now he was here to persuade him to inherit the throne? And this Manfred, wasn't he a traitor looking to switch allegiances?

Theresica speculated, his gaze towards the two tinged with scrutiny. But the King of the Scavengers suddenly let out a soft laugh, "Young royal, I am a part of the Sarkaz and loyal only to the Sarkaz and the nation. Royalty cannot bind me."

Theresica's emotions stirred. He hadn't expected this old man to see through his thoughts! These long-lived beings who had experienced countless years were truly terrifying.

"The Sarkaz are detested by Terra. Without the leadership of the Royalty, they will eventually be picked off one by one by other races, and Kazdel will dissipate into the dust of this desert."

The King of the Scavengers spoke, "The Royal Court gathering privately during the civil war is unnatural and would attract much attention. News of the vacant throne could also be known by all nations, triggering new wars. Therefore, each tribe has dispatched messengers, and I, to come here. We hope you will convene a Royal Court meeting and reach a common consensus."

Theresica pondered slightly and asked cautiously, "Do I have this authority? Under normal circumstances?"

"Yes, you are Her Highness Theresia's direct blood relative and have the authority to convene an emergency Royal Court meeting under exceptional circumstances."

The King of the Scavengers pointed in a direction, "Outside Kazdel City, a group of desert bandits is approaching. That would be a suitable reason."

"Is everything arranged? But I don't want to be dragged into the quagmire of power. There is no concrete evidence for the things you speak of, and I dare not take what is not mine. If a royal bloodline is truly needed, I remember there is a distant collateral relative."

Theresica refused again. Faced with such a situation, he felt he had no personal strength, so he had to be cautious. But the King of the Scavengers shook his head and said.

"I will come again tomorrow. You are Her Highness Theresia's only direct blood relative. The current Sarkaz have no other choice. I hope you will take a good look at Kazdel as it is now."

After speaking, he vanished into thin air. Manfred glanced at him, bowed slightly, and turned to leave, followed closely by the messengers. The room once again became spacious and quiet.

Warfarin, who had been hiding behind the curtain, poked half her head out, looking at him in surprise, "You don't want what's handed to you? The old folks in the Royal Court wouldn't lie about such matters."

"So what if it's true? So what if it's false?"

Theresica's fingers moved on the game controller, "A leader's actions have significant impact. I don't have that capability, nor do I want to bear that responsibility."

In his original world, he was just a university student. He couldn't even offer much advice in a theoretical discussion. After arriving on Terra, he was merely a royal in name, practically an 18-year-old Sarkaz baby who played games all day.

And Kazdel, in the limited historical records, had been plagued by wars and turmoil for hundreds of years. They had been driven around by all the nations of the world, only finding a foothold in this desolate, godforsaken desert.

Here, the Sarkaz had held on by sheer grit, enduring a hundred more years of war and destruction, finally getting a lull in external conflicts, only for civil war to break out shortly after.

He had never even been a study group leader, and now he was supposed to lead such a nation? A country with the characteristics of Afghanistan or Lebanon, facing an extremely hostile international environment?

It was insane.

He had already applied to Victoria National University of Arts and Leithanien Academy of Arts. Both schools were easy to get into with a bit of money, and they even advertised their admissions as not discriminating based on race.

Theresica planned to stay abroad and return only after the Kazdel civil war had settled. This would be good for him and wouldn't interfere with his sister or cousin.

[BOOM——]

Just as he was thinking about how to leave, the sound of an explosion, absent for a few days, suddenly reappeared, and it was very close. He could feel a slight tremor in the ground. Footsteps and the clanging of armor instantly filled the air, approaching the room from afar.

A moment later, a fully armed Royal Court Guard entered with hurried steps, bowing as he did.

"Your Highness, there has been an explosion on the street outside. Please follow me immediately to the underground shelter."

"What's all the fuss about?"

Theresica glanced at Shining, noticing she had already sheathed her sword. This indicated that the situation was likely within her control.

After the explosion, everything returned to calm, but thick smoke billowed from the direction of the street. Carried by the wind, a foul odor soon filled the area.

"...Let's go take a look."

Theresica covered his nose and mouth, and accompanied by Shining and the guards, walked towards the scene of the incident.

The explosion was very close to the royal residence where he was staying. The police in the vicinity had secured the scene immediately. After some questioning, he learned that:

A group of mercenaries had passed by, and at the same time, a cart pulled by people responsible for transporting military supplies was also heading this way. The explosion occurred suddenly when the two groups crossed paths.

The police officer explaining the situation frowned and waved his hand, trying to disperse some of the unpleasant smell, but it was ineffective. He looked at the chaotic scene and advised, "Your Highness, please leave this place. There may still be safety hazards nearby..."

He spoke, but Theresica wasn't listening. His gaze was fixed straight ahead.

The military supplies being transported were food. The explosion had not only shattered their packaging but also blown the passing mercenaries to pieces. Food and fragments of limbs were mixed together, spread across this short stretch of street.

Aside from a few police officers, there were more Sarkaz residents at the scene. These Sarkaz pushed through the police blockade and threw themselves into the pool of red matter, scrambling to fill bags with the mixture of food and flesh. They grabbed the 'bloody debris' and stuffed it into the pockets of their dirty, ragged clothes, showing no discomfort on their faces.

Theresica glanced at the policeman beside him. The officer was also gaunt and sallow, while he himself was clean and spotless.

He suddenly felt unwell, a deep discomfort stirring within him. After living in this world for over a decade, a voice that had long since disappeared reappeared, asking: