Mushoku Tensei: Jobless Reincarnation - Recollections by Rifujin na Magonote

Author:Rifujin na Magonote [Magonote, Rifujin na]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: light novel
Publisher: Seven Seas Entertainment
Published: 2024-03-30T00:00:00+00:00

Mushoku Tensei Hollywood Adaptation:

“Rudeus, Former Soldier”

THE NAME’S RUDEUS GREYRAT. Thirty-four years old. Single. Former military. I’m a macho nice guy who regrets his life choices.

Not long ago, I wasn’t single. Just a married man with former military ties. But one day, before I even knew it, divorce papers were on my table.

I fought my wife over custody of our daughter, but I didn’t stand a chance in court. So now I was alone.

Nobody was on my side. I’d gotten PTSD back when I was a soldier, which I used as an excuse to beat my wife time and time again. Even my older sister Jane, a lawyer, sided with my wife over me, her biological brother. And, soon after the court handed down its verdict, the meat-processing factory where I worked fired me.

At the end of it all, I lost it. I exploded into unsightly tears. Nearly all the savings I’d earned as a soldier were taken as part of the divorce settlement. All I had left to my name was the house and a paltry sum of money. Even that tiny nest egg went down the drain to fuel my alcohol problem.

In silence, I staggered through town, a beer bottle in one hand. My wife’s words as she left the house still resounded in my ears. “Now there’ll finally be peace.”

Just thinking about it made me sick. Who did she think was responsible for protecting this country’s peace?

“Fucking hell!” I cursed, flinging the empty beer bottle. An ugly cat fled into an alleyway, and a kid with a skateboard threw me an accusing glare.

The kid disappeared immediately, but after I saw him, I calmed down a bit. Sighing, I wondered what I was supposed to do from now on. Well, no, I understood that intellectually. First, I had to get a job, because I didn’t have any money.

How?

Well, of course I’d have to swing by the unemployment center. I had skills. I was able to drive anything from cars to tanks, helicopters, and airplanes. I also knew my way around firearms and explosives.

That would all have been a cinch if I didn’t have PTSD, of course. The way I was now, just hearing an engine or machine roar turned me into a useless wreck. My boss at the meat-processing factory had laid me off because I trembled whenever I heard the delivery trucks.

I sighed again. I was up the creek without a paddle. At this point, my life was a complete dead end.

“Tch. Has even God forsaken me?”

The rain intensified. Summer had ended, and this was the time of year when you felt the chill down to your skin. The cold rain effortlessly drenched my ancient, crusty tank top, mercilessly draining my body heat.

“If only I could redo things.”

The words slipped out of my mouth, unbidden, as I gazed at the pouring heavens. There was nothing for me up there in that coal-black sky.

“Hm?”

Just when I’d lost all hope, something leaped out at me from the corner of my eye.

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