Before he was Rudeus Greyrat, he was a nameless, shut-in NEET. At his lowest moment—34 years old, obese, reeking of stale ramen and self-pity—he was kicked out of his family home by his siblings after his parents' funerals. Instead of changing, he drowned his sorrows in loli games and 3D eroge.
He watched Rudeus take his first steps. Saw him master magic with terrifying ease. Watched him use perverted tricks (stealing panties, grooming a childhood friend, lusting after his tutors) and felt a strange, sick pride— that’s exactly what I would have done. sledovat mushoku tensei: jobless reincarnation
This is my second life. And I'm not going to waste it. Before he was Rudeus Greyrat, he was a
Decades passed in the void. He watched Rudeus marry Sylphie, then Roxy. He watched him hold his children. He watched him grow old, become a hero not because he was destined, but because he chose to try. He watched Rudeus take his first steps
Then, he died. A speeding truck, a group of teenagers, a pathetic last-second surge of heroism. And then—darkness.
Old, grey-haired Rudeus lay on his deathbed, surrounded by his wives, his grandchildren, his students. He smiled. "It was a good life. Second time around."