Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

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Nothing is as simple as good versus evil, and I’ve always known that.

Without the gods doing what they did, we wouldn’t have been born.

None of us here would exist. We were engineered by them after they invaded the planet.

We are the distant descendants of their creations, made to populate the terraformed surface of Terrarium.

Thus, we owe the gods our lives and the world they shaped for us—even if their original intentions were far different.

I can understand why so many people remain religious and love the gods, regardless of whether they know about the questionable acts or outright campaigns against demons—many innocent, but not all.

It’s all an endless cycle of suffering, just as the Evil God of Dungeons said.

Yeah, I suppose I do understand his philosophy a little now, but that doesn’t justify what he intends to do.

This stream of thoughts comes from what Master Felicia just said.

Evil Gods are still living beings. What if they don’t want to fight? What if they don’t want to harm anyone, but it’s simply in their nature to exist this way?

Can you blame them? Can you resent them for trying to survive, just like every other person or creature?

“I didn’t tell anyone because I pity them,” Master Felicia said. “That Evil God… was dying, and it slowly recovered. I hoped it would simply leave afterward. But I suppose it had other plans.”

Yes, it does. My brief interaction with it tells me it seeks some form of revenge against us—meaning it’s someone we know.

Should I tell them what I saw? I don’t know…

“Felicia…” My father sighed, sitting down and rubbing his temples. “I… I guess you’re not wrong about what you said earlier. A weakened, dying evil god… someone we might not even know. Would I have hesitated to kill it regardless of who they were? It makes me think more than I wish, damn it.”

“Heh, well, I’m glad that was some food for thought,” Master Felicia said. “Nonetheless, it is now actively hostile, so… I apologize for not telling you sooner. I guess I was foolish.”

“…It’s fine. I won’t blame you for that,” my mother said. “More importantly… Felicia, are you willing to help us?”

“Maybe,” Felicia replied. “If I’m interested enough. It’s not an immediate danger to me or those close to me, after all.”

“But Master, what about the people of Evercraft?” I asked.

“As you can see, they’re struggling. They’re trying to solve the problem on their own without asking for help,” she said. “Going there and helping would be an insult to their pride and honor as dwarves. And as someone who is part dwarf, I do understand that pride to an extent…”

“But even then, this isn’t something they can solve,” I said.

“I know,” she nodded. “That’s why I will help now… Let me finish what I’m saying! I will watch over Evercraft and make sure the monsters don’t get out of the dungeon. But seeing how dire the situation is, all of you should get ready to enter those dungeons and take down the infected monsters…”

“Yeah, I suppose we can start with that,” my mother nodded. “Tomorrow we’ll have an audience with the King of Evercraft and the rest of his officers. Felicia, you’re coming with us without fail.”

“What? I don’t want to—Ugh, don’t give me that stare…” Master Felicia rolled her eyes and looked away, unable to withstand my mother’s authoritative gaze. Even my Alchemy Master, renowned for her strong character, couldn’t hold a candle to her.

“Felicia, I am eternally grateful for everything you’ve done to teach my daughter and her friends,” my mother said. “But even then, as a Hero, you must uphold your authority. If you don’t want to go, then I will drag you with me.”

“Okay… I would rather not fight you, Faylen,” my master sighed. “It’s always a headache.”

Master Felicia—who is so powerful—saying fighting my mother is a headache?! It really makes me wonder what she means by that. I thought Master Felicia was stronger, but… maybe I’m wrong. There are things my mother is still far superior in, I suppose.

“Good. The meeting is tomorrow morning at 9 AM,” my mother said. “So everyone, get ready until then. Make sure to prepare and rest. We might begin working right after the meeting… Right, it’s getting quite late already. I suppose we should have dinner soon. Let’s cook something for everyone.”

With my mother around, everything became much more… orderly. I don’t know how else to put it, but she’s incredibly good at leading people and directing them. Her voice quickly brings discipline to everyone.

While our parents prepared dinner, I gathered with my friends in my room to talk about everything that happened today. I also comforted Ruby, who was still very sad and worried about it all.

“Don’t worry, Ruby. It’s going to be okay,” I said, hugging her as she cried on my shoulder. “It’s going to be okay… we’ll save your dad, alright? I promise.”

“Yeah, even though he doesn’t deserve it…” Celeste said aloud, making everyone stare at her in shock—even I was surprised. “What? I’m right… her father is one piece of shit of a man. Maybe he should just die and—”

“S-Shut up!” Ruby screamed. “Stop saying that about my father! You don’t know who he is! What gives you the right to judge him?!”

“E-Eh?” Celeste stepped back, surprised by Ruby’s outburst. “But doesn’t he abuse you? How can you be happy with a dad like that, Ruby? My own father was also a piece of shit, and I… I… almost managed to kill him.”

“But I am not like you! I would never do something so horrible like killing my father! I wouldn’t even think about it!” Ruby said angrily. “Celeste, stop talking about my dad like he’s a monster… he’s… he didn’t use to be like this…”

“Ruby…” I sighed, placing my hands on her shoulders. “I’m sorry… Celeste sometimes just speaks without thinking… it’s a very glaring flaw of hers.”

“…” Celeste sighed, crossed her arms, and looked away without another word.

“I… uh, I just got here, so I’m really… I have no clue,” my brother said. “But I think it might help you to talk about these things, Ruby… So, um, I wonder, can you tell us how your father was before and what happened to him?”

“…Well,” Ruby sighed, wiping her tears. “It’s… complicated. My father, before the accident that took my mother’s life… he was a bright man. He always laughed, he always happily taught me many things, and he would bring me along with Mom to the park. Sometimes we even visited the elven capital to get materials. It was… such a nice trip, and I will never forget that day. My childhood before the accident was good… I… my dad fell into a terrible depression after Mom died. And because it was an accident provoked by me… well, I blamed myself.”

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