Mushoku Tensei: The Fool Magician

Sitting on his bed, Roy let out a long sigh before shifting his perspective to the version of himself inhabiting the Sword Art Online world.

At that moment, Roy Kirigaya—a part of his fragmented soul—was fully immersed in playing a computer game. His fingers moved nimbly and precisely, their speed so fast that they seemed to leave trails of afterimages on the keyboard. Under his command, the in-game character executed flawless and seemingly impossible maneuvers.

When he effortlessly defeated a boss without taking a single hit and finished the game, he moved on to another game: I Wanna Be the Guy.

Roy immediately recognized the game. It was a brutal, punishing platformer he had played in his previous life—a test of both skill and patience. The traps were endless, each one crueler than the last. Victory depended entirely on a player's perseverance and ability to master the game's mechanics.

Back then, it had taken Roy's former self ten attempts just to clear the first stage. He'd died over a hundred times on the second stage, and as for the third stage? Well, he had rage-quit and uninstalled the game entirely.

But now, he found himself wondering: why on earth was this version of him playing such a masochistic game?

"What have you been doing in my absence?" Roy muttered to himself, his expression one of exasperation.

Despite his confusion, the nostalgia was irresistible. Before long, Roy gave in and decided to take over the controls. He breezed through the game with ease, effortlessly clearing levels that had once felt insurmountable.

Satisfied, Roy relinquished control of that version of himself and returned to his bed, intent on catching up on some much-needed sleep.

But just as he closed his eyes, an unwelcome sensation broke his peace. A hand—soft but undeniably intrusive—was resting on him again.

Roy's brows furrowed, his annoyance plain on his face as he opened his eyes. His delicate, doll-like features, usually calm and stoic, now bore a distinct expression of irritation.

To be fair, snuggling with Roxy wasn't entirely unpleasant, but at the moment, all Roy wanted was to sleep.

Fortunately, Roxy's hand didn't wander any further, allowing him to relax and drift back into slumber.

The next morning, Roxy awoke to find herself clinging tightly to Roy. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she realized how close their faces were—so close, in fact, that her cheek was almost brushing against his.

Roy, still sound asleep, looked peaceful despite the occasional twitch of his brows. His small, slender body radiated warmth, and his soft, pale cheeks exuded an inexplicable charm.

For reasons she couldn't quite explain, Roxy felt captivated by the boy's ethereal innocence.

"What am I thinking?!" She chastised herself silently, hurriedly withdrawing her hand from where it had strayed into Roy's shirt and removing her leg from where it rested on him.

Sitting up in bed, Roxy took a deep breath to calm herself. To her surprise, she felt surprisingly refreshed. Last night's sleep had been the best she'd had in ages.

"Could it be… he's the perfect pillow?" The thought crept unbidden into her mind.

Clearing her throat awkwardly, she glanced at Roy, still fast asleep. His usual cold expression had softened, his serene features bathed in the gentle morning light. His delicate collarbones and pristine complexion gave him an otherworldly allure.

He was unbearably adorable—so much so that even Roxy found herself tempted to plant a kiss on his angelic face.

"This should be illegal… How can anyone be this cute?"

Of course, it was a universal truth: cute kids, whether boys or girls, held a unique charm. Roy, with his stoic yet endearing demeanor, was no exception.

If Rudeus were here, he'd undoubtedly lose his mind, loudly declaring, "Lolis are power!"

If Roy's former self were present, he'd probably recite a series of absurd yet oddly convincing quotes.

"Survival of the cutest, lolis endure."

"A man can be destroyed, but not deprived of lolis."

"Wildfires cannot consume them; lolis shall rise anew."

"In the company of three, there is always one loli to follow."

Such was the devastating charm of a cute child, especially one with a stoic face like Roy's. The impact? Triple-fold.

However, as many admirers might soon discover, Roy's angelic appearance concealed an inconvenient truth: he was a boy.

Yes, this adorable person was indeed a boy.

When morning came, Roxy, still blushing with guilt, finally worked up the courage to wake him.

Roy rubbed his eyes sleepily, his energy still low. Surveying the room, he noticed Roxy's flushed cheeks and couldn't help but feel a flicker of confusion.

"What's with her?" He wondered, oblivious to the events of the previous night.

"Good morning, Roxy-sensei." Roy mumbled, yawning as he stretched.

"Good morning, Roy." Roxy replied, her voice steady, though her expression betrayed a hint of unease.

Roy glanced at her curiously, sensing something unusual. Why did she seem so nervous today? Shaking off his thoughts, he got out of bed, his golden eyes still a little hazy from sleep. He reached around to grab the clothes he had left beside him the previous night.

But his hand came up empty. Puzzled, he scratched his head. He was sure he had left his clothes here.

Roxy, seemingly anticipating his confusion, stepped forward and handed him his coat. Her face remained composed as she carefully helped him put it on, though her movements were slightly awkward.

Roy raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. A rare, faint smile softened his normally cold expression. "Thank you, Roxy-sensei." He said quietly.

Roxy felt her heart skip a beat, struck by an invisible arrow. Internally, she screamed, "Roy is just too adorable today!" It was as if something within her was awakening—something she wasn't sure she wanted to acknowledge.

After helping Roy up, Roxy hesitated for a moment before asking, "Um, would you like me to help brush your hair?"

Roy blinked, running a hand through his messy locks. Realizing they were indeed in disarray, he smiled gently at her. "If you wouldn't mind, Roxy-sensei. And, of course, I'll help with yours too."

As her fingers slid through Roy's silky hair, Roxy couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. His hair was so soft and smooth—far better than hers. She carefully smoothed out the tangles, her movements almost reverent.

A faint, clean scent wafted from Roy, momentarily distracting her. The inexplicable urge to scoop him up and hold him close washed over her.

When he turned to look at her, his radiant golden eyes caught the morning light, shining with an intensity that left her breathless.

"I'll brush your hair next, Roxy-sensei." He said.

Nodding, she turned her back to him, her long, sapphire-blue hair cascading down to her waist.

Roy leaned closer, running his fingers delicately through her hair. The softness of her locks surprised him. "Roxy-sensei." He murmured, his voice devoid of expression but strangely warm. "Your hair is really beautiful."

Roxy's cheeks flushed bright red. She quickly turned her face away to avoid his gaze, her words coming out in a flustered stammer. "I-Is that so? Thank you for the compliment."

With methodical care, Roy continued to brush her hair, his gentle hands untangling each strand. His movements reminded her of her mother, who used to brush her hair with the same tenderness when she was a child.

"Roxy-sensei." Roy's soft, youthful voice broke through her nostalgic thoughts.

"Yes?" she asked, slightly startled.

"You smell like me." He said, his tone flat but clearly teasing.

"Ah!" Roxy's face turned scarlet as she reflexively smacked the top of his head, though not too hard. "You're not allowed to say weird things like that!"

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Bonus Chapter:

100 Power Stones = 1 BC

300 Power Stones = 2 BC

500 Power Stones = 3 BC

700 Power Stones = 4 BC

1000 Power Stones = 5 BC

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