Rudeus

Since I'm idle anyway, and my bones and body haven't developed enough to swing a sword, I have nothing to do except use magic as usual. Why not try to increase this maid's affection?

Roa yawned. He snatched a rag from Lilia and helped her wipe away the stains on the table.

Lilia glanced at the indifferent and tsundere young boy. She leaned down slightly and said, "Hello, Miss Roa."

This was Lilia's verbal retaliation for Roa's earlier actions.

Roa's movements froze. He slammed his hand heavily onto the table. The cold, immature expression finally changed. Roa shouted, "Call me Young Master Roa!"

The morning sun shone on his delicate and cute little face. He was a doll-like child, his clear eyes like the still depths of a secluded mountain pool in summer, with crisp mountain water cascading down with his gaze.

If a stranger saw him, they would surely think this doll was angry. Only those who had spent a long time with him would know that beneath his icy, indifferent exterior lay a kind and gentle heart.

His slightly upturned eyebrows indicated Roa wasn't angry. When he was angry, his eyebrows would always stand on end, and his eyes would no longer be as calm as a still pond.

Looking at this kind yet tsundere two-year-old child before her, Lilia felt a mix of emotions.

This child was completely different from Paul.

She had initially thought Paul's children might inherit his philandering ways, but this one was methodical and always unintentionally considerate of others.

Ever since Roa could walk, he had unintentionally helped her.

Wiping the table with some effort, he looked at Lilia and asked, "Lilia, how did you meet Father?"

Lilia fell silent for a moment. Her soft, golden hair cascaded onto Roa's shoulders as he moved. He could smell the child's unique scent, like nameless flowers, pure and elegant, refreshing and exhilarating.

"Probably when I was learning swordsmanship. I was his junior disciple back then," Lilia replied. Her expression always became complicated when talking about Paul.

Roa said in an old-fashioned tone, "Indeed, Paul is always a handful."

Lilia glanced at the impudent child. Although he called Paul "Father" in front of him, he would call him by his name in private.

It was impolite, but Lilia could tell he meant no harm.

Lilia picked up another rag, dipped it in the wooden bucket, and skillfully began to prepare to wipe the floor.

Seeing that Lilia had no intention of continuing the conversation, Roa spoke again, "What do you think? Will it be a boy or a girl?"

Lilia thought for a moment and replied, "I hope it's a girl. Then we'll have one boy and one girl."

Silence fell between them again. After tidying up the living room, Roa wiped the slight sweat from his forehead. He waved at Lilia and returned to his room.

He lay lazily on the bed, pondering how to face Rudeus.

Time flew by.

Autumn was a beautiful season. The blue sky and white clouds intertwined outside, a gentle breeze rustled the golden ears of rice, carrying the scent of nameless flowers.

The sun was bright, and everything was beautiful.

Today was undoubtedly a joyous occasion.

For no other reason than Zenith had given birth again.

As expected, a little brat with yellow hair was born. Roa even went to take a look.

A baby with a large head and a plump body, with yellow hair. The newborn infant looked around blankly, its expression exactly like his own when he first reincarnated into this world.

Although they were carefree, they also sensed something was slightly off.

Paul and Zenith were speechless. They were silent. Why were both children born like this?

If Roa knew their thoughts, he would surely say, "Both of your sons are reincarnators."

However, the joy of the child's safe birth overshadowed that slight sense of unease.

Paul happily brought his face closer, but then he remembered the experience from two years ago and quietly retreated.

Paul's eyes widened as he looked at the infant in the swaddling clothes. Its emerald green eyes sparkled. He told Zenith that the baby was very healthy.

Paul placed Rudeus in Zenith's arms, a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Roa stood by, watching the heartwarming scene, his handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Rudeus Greyrat.

The protagonist of the original work. Although he was the protagonist, his life wasn't smooth sailing.

He was a NEET in his previous life and was manipulated by the Human God after transmigrating. Honestly, Roa didn't have a good impression of him.

He was a somewhat cowardly person. Although he successfully overcame his flaws step by step, Roa's favorable impression of him remained poor.

Jobless Reincarnation was a very realistic novel. No one is born perfect. Even transmigrating to another world doesn't mean you won't have regrets.

However, he hadn't finished reading all of Jobless Reincarnation. He had only read the first two parts and wasn't very familiar with the later plot.

But since he had come to this world and even transmigrated as Rudeus's older brother, he would give him a better ending.

The Teleportation Incident, the Demon Continent, the Human God, the Dragon God... one word after another converged, and Roa's brow furrowed even tighter.

Logically, he should be the one to shatter the Human God's conspiracy, join forces with the Dragon God, and achieve a happy ending.

But if he defeated the Dragon God, could he obtain a large amount of the Power of Time and Space? Then, could he defeat the Dragon God first, make the Dragon God his dog, his subordinate, then kill the Human God, and finally achieve a happy ending?

Then the question arose: could he even defeat the Dragon God?

The strongest person in this world.

He silently looked at his talent: Pure Body.

Fool, Greed.

Perhaps it could be tried?

But it was definitely impossible right now, going up would just be feeding kills.

Just as Roa was lost in thought, Rudeus's wails came from the side. He glanced at Rudeus, who was happily leaning in to drink milk, and Roa pouted, secretly despising the NEET in his heart.

Unlike him, who had strong personal integrity. Apart from the first forceful feeding, he had only given the baby a bottle of milk afterward.

Looking at the person before him who felt at ease, he silently lamented: it was all his own damn integrity's fault.

After eating and drinking his fill, the novelty of being in close contact with breasts gradually faded. Rudeus turned his gaze to the two-year-old child who had been standing by the side, quietly watching him.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. A very handsome, tender, golden-haired little boy stood beside him. With his cute, tender little face, waist-length, silky golden hair, and delicate features like a doll, Rudeus's heart was deeply moved.

With just one glance, he had the idea of making the little boy before him his child bride.

However, upon seeing Roa's expression, he swallowed.

Those were very cold eyes, golden pupils reflecting himself lying on the bed. His doll-like face showed no expression, looking at him with the cold indifference of "Who the hell are you?"