Mushoku Tensei: Jobless Reincarnation // <What If> [Lorebook-V.End]

1-> Scenario:

Start of the journey:

Ranoa University of Magic, in Sharia: {{?}} Vs Fitz.

Following a long journey through the Northern Continent alongside Elinalise in search of information regarding his missing mother, {{?}} finally arrived at the prestigious Ranoa University of Magic. Having received a recommendation letter inviting him to enroll as a special student, he navigated through the massive stone gates and expansive corridors of the academy, where scholars and young mages from various nations gathered under the gray northern sky.

The cold mountain breeze swept through the stone outdoor training ground, carrying the faint rustle of dry leaves and the subtle hum of ambient magic. Flanked by towering stone arcades, the courtyard stood quiet and formal. Nearby, the university principal and gathered faculty members observed attentively, seeking to verify the extraordinary claim stated in the recommendation letter—that the newly arrived applicant had fully mastered the rare art of “Chantless Magic”.

Elinalise stood off to the side among the onlookers, leaning casually against a stone pillar as she watched the evaluation unfold.

Principal Georg: "According to your recommendation letter, you are capable of performing magic without any incantations. To verify this exceptional claim for special student admission, we must conduct a practical assessment."

The principal gestured toward a slender figure standing nearby in a dark academy uniform, wearing a white cape and dark visor glasses that completely concealed the upper half of their face, with long pointed elf ears protruding through short white hair.

Principal Georg: "You will engage in a brief mock duel against one of our most brilliant students. This is Fitz, known as Silent Fitz, who has also mastered silent spellcasting."

Fitz stepped forward onto the open stone field, maintaining a calm and disciplined posture. While Fitz had previously spoken to the academy leadership about the existence of chantless spellcasting, the administrators remained skeptical, suspecting Fitz might have been embellishing the reputation of this distant acquaintance. Standing face-to-face with {{?}} in the arena, Fitz locked eyes with the applicant, feeling the quiet depth of mana emanating from him.

Silent Fitz: "I am Fitz. Nice to meet you."

{{?}} stood grounded on the cold stone paving, observing the masked figure standing opposite him. Recognizing the necessity of this entrance test, he contemplated how to effectively demonstrate his silent spellcasting while maintaining complete control over his power so as not to damage the academy grounds.

Fitz lowered their stance slightly, raising one hand into a swift casting position as faint ripples of condensed mana began forming invisibly around their fingertips. The surrounding faculty and spectators held their breath as the arena grew silent.

Silent Fitz: "Whenever you are ready... please begin."

With every eye in the courtyard fixed upon the arena, {{?}} prepared to make his first move.

2-> Scenario:

Start of the journey:

Greyrat Mansion (New Greyrat House), in Sharia: {{?}} and Sylphiette.

Soon after, despite the potential political complications discussed regarding Sylphiette's deep ties to Princess Ariel, {{?}} had firmly declared his commitment to marry her, choosing love over diplomatic concerns. Following the purchase of the grand mansion in the Magic City of Sharia, {{?}} had spent days working alongside Zanoba and Cliff to thoroughly clean the estate, successfully deactivating and removing the ancient automaton left behind by its previous owner to ensure the home was entirely safe.

Several days after the wedding. Earlier that afternoon, at the entrance of the newly prepared mansion, Sylphiette had unveiled her refreshed feminine look—letting her soft hair down and wearing delicate, charming clothes instead of her usual male guard attire. Seeing her sweet, radiant appearance had left {{?}} thoroughly spellbound. Now, in the peaceful quiet of their upstairs bedroom, warm golden light from the setting sun filtered softly through the glass window, painting the cozy space in gentle amber tones as the faint aroma of fresh wood and clean linens filled the room.

Sylphiette sat close beside {{?}} on the edge of the large bed, resting her head softly against his shoulder while clasping her hands over her lap, her long elf ears twitching with quiet happiness.

Sylphiette: "You know... Princess Ariel and Luke were teasing me so much at the palace today. They said I looked completely restless all morning, just counting down the minutes until my duties were over so I could run back here to see you."

She giggled softly, leaning a bit heavier against his shoulder while swinging her legs gently over the side of the mattress.

Sylphiette: "I spent so much time trying to decide on this hair and outfit... I was really nervous that you might prefer how I looked back when I was Fitz. But when I stepped through the front door earlier and saw the look on your face... ehehe, you were totally speechless!"

Listening to her light, melodic voice, {{?}} drifted into his own thoughts for a brief moment, reflecting on the long path that brought them here—from his cold, solitary travels across the Northern Continent to the warmth of this quiet room, realizing how precious this new life with her truly was.

Noticing his eyes gazing off into space, Sylphiette puffed out her cheeks into a soft, adorable pout, gently tugging the edge of his sleeve to pull his gaze back to her.

Sylphiette: "Hey... who are you thinking about right now? Am I not cute enough to keep your eyes on me?"

She tilted her head up, her bright eyes locking onto his with an endearing mix of playful jealousy and warmth as she leaned in closer, waiting for his response.

3-> Scenario:

Start of the journey:

The Teleportation Labyrinth, in Desert of the Begaritt Continent: {{?}} and Roxy.

Following his long journey across the dry sands of the Begaritt Continent to assist in locating his missing mother, {{?}} joined forces with Paul, Elinalise, Talhand, and Geese to delve into the treacherous Teleportation Labyrinth beneath the desert cliffs near Rapan. The subterranean maze was a damp, gloomy tomb filled with shifting corridors, deceptive teleportation circles, and lethal magic traps that had frustrated Paul's search party for months. Determined to reach the lower levels as fast as possible to find both Zenith and Roxy Migurdia—who had accidentally stepped into a faulty teleportation circle a month prior—{{?}} opted for a drastic navigation strategy.

Relying on his immense mana pool and refined sensory abilities, {{?}} bypassed the labyrinth's intended puzzle paths entirely. Channeling high-density “Earth Magic” into powerful “Stone Cannon” blasts, he systematically demolished the thick stone walls separating adjacent corridors, blasting straight through the ancient dungeon structure to forge direct shortcuts through the maze.

Dust and crushed rock erupted into the air as another heavy wall crumbled under {{?}}'s magic, opening a wide passage directly into the next corridor and skipping an entire sequence of hidden teleportation traps.

Geese: "Whoa, whoa! Are you serious right now?! You're just... punching holes straight through a living dungeon like it's made of cardboard?!"

Geese gaped in complete disbelief, scratching his head with a wide-eyed expression as debris settled over his clothes.

Talhand: "Bwa ha ha! In all my decades of dungeon crawling, I've never seen anyone treat an ancient labyrinth with such utter disrespect! That certainly solves the trap problem!"

Paul stood frozen for a moment, staring at the cleanly shattered stone gap before letting out a dry, exasperated laugh, looking toward {{?}} with a mix of awe and profound pride at how formidable he had grown.

Paul: "I spent grueling weeks stressing over every single step on this floor... and you just march in and tear down the maze itself. Unbelievable... Come on, let me lead the way before the stone starts regenerating!"

Elinalise smiled smoothly, keeping her rapier lowered as she stepped through the newly carved archway.

Elinalise: "It certainly saves us precious time. But keep your guard up—the deeper levels harbor far more aggressive creatures."

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Deeper within the gloom of the labyrinth's third floor, the air grew stifling and cold, heavy with the stench of stagnant dampness and dried blood. Cornered in a dead-end stone alcove, Roxy Migurdia crouched against the frigid wall, her chest heaving as she battled overwhelming physical and mental exhaustion after an entire month of relentless survival.

Her mana reserves were completely depleted, her oversized wizard hat askew, and her robes torn and caked with dust. Before her, a deadly swarm of Labyrinth Araneae closed in, their multiple dark eyes glinting greedily as sharp, chitinous legs clicked against the wet stone floor.

With no magic left to cast and her strength fully spent, Roxy hugged her staff feebly against her chest. Tears welled in her eyes as panic and despair washed over her, memories of her home, her parents, and her unfulfilled wishes filling her mind.

Roxy: 'I don't want to die like this... It's so unfair! I still have so many things I want to achieve... I wanted to teach magic at an academy... I haven't even fallen in love yet...'

As the largest spider monster lunged forward, its razor-sharp leg raised to pierce through her, Roxy shut her eyes tightly in terror, bracing for the final blow as a heavy silence abruptly fell over the chamber.

Instead of pain, an intense wave of absolute cold swept through the cavern. In a fraction of a second, a brilliant surge of advanced “Ice Magic” flashed across the stone floor, instantly encasing the entire swarm of monsters in solid, crystal-clear ice. Inches from Roxy's face, the lunging spider remained frozen mid-strike, transformed into a motionless icy sculpture.

Hearing the soft crunch of footsteps over the frosted ground, Roxy hesitantly opened her tear-filled eyes. Through the shimmering mist and the newly opened wall breach behind the frozen horde, {{?}} stepped into the illuminated chamber, his staff held steadily in hand as he gazed at his former teacher with immense relief.

Roxy stared in stunned silence, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as she looked up at the figure standing before her through the frozen haze, looking like the fairy-tale hero she had always dreamed of meeting in a dungeon.

Roxy: "A... an adventurer...?"

She blinked away her tears, trembling in complete awe as {{?}} quietly stepped closer across the icy ground, extending his hand down toward her.

4-> Scenario:

Start of the journey:

The Teleportation Labyrinth, in Desert of the Begaritt Continent: Paul's Group vs Manatite Hydra.

Following a harrowing initial encounter in the lowest chamber of the Teleportation Labyrinth beneath Rapan, {{?}} and the party retreated to formulate a desperate counterstrategy. Deep within the 6th floor room, Zenith Greyrat remained trapped inside a massive, glowing mana crystal, guarded by the formidable “Manatite Hydra”—a colossal nine-headed beast whose impenetrable, magic-absorbing scales had easily thwarted their first assault. Realizing that long-range magic was absorbed by its hide, a tactical plan was set: sever the heads at close range and immediately cauterize the open wounds with high-heat “Fire Magic” to permanently stop the monster's rapid regeneration.

Stepping back through the teleportation circle, the party re-entered the vast, cavernous hall of the labyrinth's final floor. The oppressive atmosphere was thick with a subterranean chill, the faint hum of ancient magic, and the heavy stench of damp stone. Luminescent blue light radiated from the towering crystal core at the far side of the chamber, illuminating the terrifying silhouette of the multi-headed serpent as its nine heads swayed aggressively, dark scales gleaming with anti-magic properties.

Paul stood at the vanguard, his hands tightly gripping his swords as his gaze remained locked on the crystal holding Zenith. The anguish and exhaustion from years of searching were replaced by a cold, unwavering resolve.

Paul: "Remember the plan! Elinalise and I will draw its attention and sever the heads. The moment a head falls, close in immediately and burn the stump! Don't let it regenerate for a single second!"

Elinalise lightly adjusted her rapier and shield, taking her place beside Paul with a sharp, focused expression.

Elinalise: "Its scales absorb magic from a distance, so you casters will need to step uncomfortably close to land your fire spells. Be extremely careful—one sweep of those heads could crush you instantly."

Talhand grunted heavily, raising his warhammer and shielding the spellcasters as they moved into formation.

Talhand: "Bwa ha ha! Leaving the heavy lifting to us old folks, as usual! Just make sure your flames hit the mark before the damn monster bites its own neck to force a new head!"

Roxy clutched her staff firmly, her blue eyes filled with determination as she glanced toward {{?}}, preparing her spellcasting from the rear line.

Roxy: "I will handle the cauterization on the left side. {{?}}, focus on covering the right side with your support! We only have one chance at this!"

Geese: "I'll keep an eye on the surroundings and give the signal if its movement changes! Let's bring Zenith home!"

Observing the nine heads twisting and hissing in unison, {{?}} maintained a steady support stance from the rear alongside Roxy, carefully monitoring the battle line as the massive beast lunged forward, shattering the quiet cavern with a deafening roar.

5-> Scenario:

Start of the journey:

Greyrat Mansion (New Greyrat House), in Sharia: {{?}} and Family.

A month had passed since the eventful days that reshaped the Greyrat household in the Magic City of Sharia. Following the return from the Begaritt Continent, the home was now filled with newfound peace, marked by Roxy Migurdia’s official entry into the family as a second wife and the joyous arrival of newborn baby Lucy. The spacious residence had transformed into a vibrant sanctuary of domestic warmth, shared responsibilities, and quiet family comfort.

Inside the dining room, the cool evening air outside was kept at bay by the soothing warmth of the hearth and the soft amber light of magic lanterns mounted along the wooden walls. The rich, mouth-watering aroma of freshly baked bread and a savory hot stew filled the room. Soft wooden floorboard creaks, the clinking of ceramic tableware, and the gentle, rhythmic breathing of little Lucy from her nearby wooden cradle set a serene backdrop for the evening meal.

Aisha stepped into the dining area carrying a heavy steaming pot, her face beaming with satisfaction as she placed it at the center of the wooden table.

Aisha: "Dinner is served! I made sure to prepare an extra large portion of stew tonight. Everyone worked so hard today, so please eat until you're completely full!"

Sylphiette softly eased into her chair right beside the wooden cradle, her silver hair catching the warm lantern light as she looked down at little Lucy sleeping peacefully beneath a knitted blanket.

Sylphiette: "Thank you, Aisha. Lucy finally fell asleep right before we sat down... She was so full of energy during her bath earlier today."

Roxy sat neatly at the table, adjusting her braided blue hair with a subtle, affectionate smile as she looked around the bustling room.

Roxy's Thoughts: 'It still feels a bit surreal... Returning from my lectures at the Magic Academy to such a warm, lively table every evening is a wonderful...'

Norn set her spoon down, with respect.

At the far end of the table, Lilia attentively held a small wooden spoon, gently feeding a warm spoonful of broth to Zenith, who sat quietly with a calm, serene expression.

Lilia: "Lady Zenith seems to be in very good spirits tonight as well. The peaceful atmosphere of the house suits her well."

Observing the harmonious gathering from the head of the table, {{?}} took in the gentle sights and sounds of the family dinner.

Sylphiette turned her emerald eyes toward {{?}}, resting her cheek against her hand with a tender smile, while Roxy turned toward him with a subtle, polite blush as they both waited to hear his thoughts.

Sylphiette: "How was your day, {{?}}? You've been busy managing everything around the house and academy lately... Would you like me to ladle some hot stew into your bowl first?"

6-> Scenario:

Start of the journey:

Recovery Room, in Floating Sky Fortress of Perugius: {{?}} and Nanahoshi.

The frantic rush across continents had finally come to an end. After Nanahoshi suddenly collapsed, coughing blood from the severe affliction known as Drain Syndrome—a life-threatening condition caused by the excessive accumulation of foreign mana within her otherworldly body—the race against time began. From tracking down the Great Demon Emperor Kishirika Kishirisu to pinpoint the cure, to surviving a perilous confrontation with the Demon King Atoferatofe until Lord Perugius intervened, every effort was poured into securing the rare “Sokas Grass”. Brewed into a warm medicinal tea, the remedy successfully drained the excess mana from her body, rescuing her from the brink of death.

Inside the quiet guest chamber of the floating sky fortress, Chaos Breaker, the heavy tension that had gripped everyone for days finally began to dissolve. The subtle, herbal aroma of the lingering “Sokas Tea” hung in the warm air, illuminated by soft ambient light. Nanahoshi rested comfortably against the pillows of the bed, her pale face slowly regaining a healthy color as her breathing remained calm and steady.

Sitting on a chair beside the bed, {{?}} watched quietly, reflecting on the intense emotional breakdown she had suffered right before falling ill. The harsh words she had hurled in a moment of utter desperation felt distant now, replaced by the quiet reality of her recovery.

Nanahoshi adjusted her position slightly under the blankets, setting the empty porcelain cup on the bedside table. Her dark eyes, clear of the feverish panic from before, turned toward {{?}}.

Nanahoshi Shizuka: "I... I must deeply apologize to you."

Her voice was gentle and restrained, lacking the sharp edge or casual posture she normally displayed. Instead, her mannerisms were polite and formal.

Nanahoshi Shizuka: "I spoke unforgivable things to you before I lost consciousness. I allowed my own despair and frustration to control me, and I unfairly vented my envy onto your circumstances. It was disgraceful, and I am truly sorry." She seemed extremely grateful and calm, but with a look of guilt on her face.

She inclined her head respectfully from the bed, maintaining a remarkably polite and formal tone as she awaited a response.

Nanahoshi Shizuka: "I'll do everything I can to pay back what I owe you before I return to my world... even though it's hard right now...."

Observing her genuine remorse and the stark shift in her demeanor, {{?}} considered how to address her apology as she looked up, waiting for a reaction.

7-> Scenario:

Start of the journey:

Abandoned village near the city of Sharia: {{?}} Vs Orsted, After Eris Vs Orsted.

Driven by the horrifying warnings left by his future self and the coercive bargain struck with Hitogami to protect his family, {{?}} had taken extreme measures to prepare for this clash. While his wives, Sylphiette and Roxy, were aware in part of his intentions to protect the household, they lacked any true understanding of Orsted's monstrous power level, the suicidal danger involved, or the extreme methods {{?}} was forced to employ. Having received {{?}}'s detailed letter regarding his past trauma, his current marriages, and his impending fight against the Dragon God, Eris had rushed from the Sword Sanctuary, bringing Sylphiette and Roxy along to the battlefield after realizing the terrifying scope of what {{?}} was facing alone.

The desolate canyon—shattered by “Nuclear Magic” and relentless bombardment—lay wrapped in a heavy haze of scorched earth, dust, and ozone. Though {{?}} had fought with everything inside his “Magic Armor MK-I”, a momentary lapse in his assault had left him vulnerable on the ground. Standing in the center of the crater, Dragon God Orsted wore a singed white coat with minor abrasions, yet his overwhelming presence remained completely unshakeable, fully capable of continuing the battle without strain.

Just as Orsted was about to finalize the confrontation, a crimson flash cut through the settling dust, deflecting his strike with a sharp ring of steel that forced the Dragon God to take a light step back. Eris stood firmly in the front line, her blades held high in a combat guard while her red hair blew in the hot wind. Positioned right in her rear guard, Ghislaine Dedoldia stood with her weapon drawn, her sharp feline gaze scanning Orsted's form, while Sylphiette and Roxy hastily reached the clearing behind them to assist {{?}}.

Orsted shifted his gaze from the kneeling {{?}} to the red-haired swordswoman standing before him. His expression was calm and analytical rather than angry, quietly assessing the unexpected turn of events.

Orsted: "Hmm... she is significantly stronger than anticipated. Yet another alteration caused by him."

Taking in her sharp posture and the intense aura surrounding her, Orsted looked at Eris with a measured, inquisitive tone.

Orsted: "Are you not going to attack?"

Eris kept her footing steady, her knuckles white on her sword hilts. Understanding full well how lethal a reckless solo charge against the Dragon God would be, she deliberately restrained herself, keeping Orsted occupied while waiting for {{?}} to recover so they could fight together.

Noticing her calculated hesitation, Orsted narrowed his eyes slightly as a faint note of intrigue crossed his face.

Orsted: "You... speaking of fighting alongside allies? Another change."

Ghislaine remained motionless in Eris's rear guard, her ears twitching at the slightest vibration in the air as she observed Orsted's relaxed posture.

Ghislaine Dedoldia: "Stay focused, Eris... He hasn't even assumed a proper combat stance yet."

Eris Boreas Greyrat: "I know! I won't let him take another step toward {{?}}!"

Orsted took a slow, heavy step forward, his pressure surging through the canyon as he prepared to close the distance and re-engage.

To Orsted, {{?}} was increasingly becoming someone not worth killing, even though he had ambushed him in such an irrational way. Watching his wives and allies form a defensive line while his strength slowly returned, {{?}} braced his mind as Orsted made his move...

8-> Scenario:

Start of the journey:

Greyrat Mansion (New Greyrat House), in Sharia: {{?}} and Family.

It was a far cry from the scorched earth, shattered rocks, and suffocating crater of the desolate canyon where {{?}} had fought Dragon God Orsted a month prior. Following their ferocious duel, a crucial agreement had been forged: in exchange for turning against the Human God, Orsted formed an alliance with {{?}}, promising to do everything within his power to safeguard his family. With the {{?}} also doing their part to help Orsted defeat the Human God. That happened a month ago.

Now, back at the comfortable, two-story Greyrat mansion located in a quiet district of the Magic City of Sharia, the atmosphere had completely shifted from life-threatening dread to peaceful domestic routine.

The mid-afternoon sun shone brightly over the spacious estate, illuminating the red-brick pathways, the neatly kept lawn, and the polished wooden porch. A light breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding trees, carrying the fresh scent of blooming flowers, damp soil, and clean air. The soft splashing of water from inside the house and the rhythmic swoosh of a training blade slicing through the wind filled the quiet residential yard.

In the center of the sunlit lawn, Eris was fully absorbed in her daily training, her long crimson ponytail swaying with every fierce motion. Sweat glistened faintly on her skin as she executed precise “Sword God Style” footwork, her sharp red eyes fixed entirely on her imaginary opponent as she swung her wooden blade.

Eris Boreas Greyrat: "Haah... three hundred more strikes...!"

Inside the ground-floor kitchen, Sylphiette stood by the open window facing the yard, completely focused on washing the lunch dishes. Warm water filled the basin as her hands dried each ceramic plate with a towel before carefully stacking them on the shelf, humming a soft tune to herself.

Along the shaded wooden porch running along the side of the mansion, Roxy sat with her legs swaying gently above the grass, deeply immersed in a pile of thick magical textbooks. She held a feather quill between her fingers, scribbling notes on a parchment sheet as she studied advanced formulas for chantless magic.

Roxy Migurdia: 'If I adjust the mana node in this circle... the casting time should decrease slightly...'

With Aisha and Norn away at the Sharia marketplace and the rest of the household occupied elsewhere, all three wives remained entirely absorbed in their own tasks, not yet realizing that {{?}} was standing nearby at the edge of the courtyard...

9-> Scenario:

Start of the journey:

Greyrat Mansion (New Greyrat House), in Sharia: Lara Greyrat and Leo.

Years had passed since the Greyrat household established its quiet, enduring presence in the Magic City of Sharia. The spacious grounds surrounding the two-story mansion had grown alongside the family, witnessing the quiet passage of time within its stone walls and verdant courtyards. On this warm, peaceful day, a gentle breeze rustled through the garden leaves, carrying the fresh scent of turned soil, blooming flora, and clean air.

Golden sunlight filtered softly through the tree branches, casting flickering shadows across the manicured lawn and cobblestone paths. The quiet hum of summer insects and the distant rustle of the city outside created a soothing backdrop. Isolated from the rest of the household for the moment, the garden remained completely tranquil and still.

In the center of the quiet yard, Lara Greyrat was resting comfortably on the soft grass, casually leaning against the massive, white-furred flank of Leo, the family's Sacred Beast. The giant wolf lay relaxed on the sun-warmed earth, his tail resting lazily while providing a cozy cushion for the blue-haired girl.

Wearing her familiar white hooded cloak with her long blue hair neatly braided, Lara held a relaxed posture, her sleepy, half-lidded eyes gazing out across the yard with a subtle, mischievous smirk. Leo let out a soft, low huff, his ears twitching as he enjoyed the calm afternoon.

A sudden, faint sound shattered the quiet—the creak of the iron garden gate hinges turning, followed by the steady crunch of footsteps stepping onto the gravel path leading into the courtyard.

Without rushing, Lara lazily tilted her head back against Leo's fur, her half-closed blue eyes peering through the foliage toward the entrance of the garden to observe the newcomer.

Lara Greyrat: "Hmm..."

Leo raised his head slightly from the grass, his dark eyes fixing onto the gate while his large tail gave a slow, expectant thud against the lawn.

As the footsteps drew nearer and the shadow of the approaching figure stretched across the sunny pathway near the garden threshold...

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