I Don’t Want to Die as a Mob in My Second Life! ～A Story Where I Kept Training from Inside the Womb and Ended Up Being Mistaken for a Monster～ - Chapter 01: Death and Rebirth (With Status)

Act 1: Fetus, Modification Arc

Chapter 01: Death and Rebirth (With Status)

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Name: Kanata Soranaki

Age: 23 (Born April 1, 2030, in the Sacred Calendar)

Occupation: Reisoushi (Spirit Conductor)

Affiliation: Spirit Conductor Agency, Shibuya Branch, Spirit Warfare Division

Rank: Class-3

Spiritual Attributes: Element – Wind; Spirit Power – D; Spirit Conductor Channel – C

Skills: Exorcism Arts – C, Enhancement Arts – C+, Talisman Arts – C, Curse Arts – D

Possessed Spirits: Conceptual Spirits of [Doll], [Blank Shot], and [Ittan-momen]

Notes: Third child of the Soranaki family (Junior Third Rank). Graduated from Izumo Spirit Conductor Academy.

Additional Info: None.

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That’s the gist of my profile.

Honestly, I’m just a mob character. One of those people who probably should try a little harder.

Even though I come from a family of Reisoushi, my status is at the bottom. I lack any real talent, and despite training every single day since I was a kid, the best I could manage was getting to the second-lowest, Class-3 rank.

Pathetic, right? The really talented ones are dominating from their teenage years, treated like celebrities on TV and online. My older sister and brother are prime examples.

As for the Conceptual Spirits I resonate with, they’re the weaklings of the bunch—[Doll], [Blank Shot], and [Ittan-momen]—basically a combo pack with zero offensive power. 

And because my spirit power isn’t that high, they even mess around with me, like tugging my hair. They probably don’t take me seriously.

So yeah, I’m a low-tier, mob-like guy. My fate? Defeat, of course.

[Revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve…]

“…Shut up already.”

In front of me stood a monster.

It was a Conceptual Spirit that suddenly appeared in the middle of the city.

No one knew what Conceptual it represented. With something like a [Scissors] Conceptual Spirit, you’d see a fish with scissors for a head, and you’d get the idea. But this one? No clue.

It looked like a grotesque angel statue, crudely shaped out of human fat, with a sickly yellow hue. It was disgusting.

“Hey, you… haven’t you had enough? Just move on already.”

[Revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve…]

“You’ve rampaged enough; you’ve done plenty.”

Conceptual Spirits disappear when they’ve fulfilled their concepts to a certain extent.

For example, a [Rope] Conceptual Spirit might vanish after strangling a few people. A [Fire] Conceptual Spirit might cause a fire and then fade away.

That’s why we, the Reisoushi, step in—to prevent things like that from happening.

“Because of you… my comrades… they all died…”

In front of me, a pile of corpses spread out.

Men and women of all ages, clad in their signature bankara suits. These were the Reisoushi.

They were my colleagues who fought by aligning their wavelengths with Conceptual Spirits, channeling them into their bodies and weapons.

But now, they were dead. The reliable seniors, the ones who used to boss me around, my close peers, the ones who looked down on me, the juniors who were either cute or annoyingly cheeky… all of them.

All 36 members of the Spirit Conductor Agency, Shibuya Branch.

Every single one of them had died, their necks stretched thin like a snake’s, suffocated to death.

Everyone clutched their throats.

The blood flow had been cut off, causing the pressure in their brains to spike, making their eyes bulge out.

Desperately struggling for breath, they all died the same way, terror etched onto their faces.

All it took was one glare from the Conceptual Spirit in front of me, and they ended up like this.

There were good people and bad people among them… but none of them deserved to die in such a pitiful way.

“Hey, Meat Angel. What’s your concept… is it [Compression]?”

[Revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve…]

“No, that’s not it. All the attacks aimed at you vanished somewhere. Could it be [Erasure]? But if that’s the case, then how did you kill them…?”

[Revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve…]

“Hey, you.”

I questioned the yellowish angel-like monster.

“Why… did you let a mob like me survive?”

At that question, the angel suddenly stopped.

[…Revolve…❤]

It bared its fat-filled teeth and smiled. That smile was full of a sadistic delight, a mocking grin.

“Ah… I see.”

So, you just want to torment me. Like a cat toying with a mouse, you think I’m the perfect weakling to play with.

Heh, I get it now.

“Don’t mess with me…!”

A surge of anger filled my soul all at once.

I’d been mocked countless times before. My brother, classmates, and colleagues had often called me “unremarkable” and “mediocre.”

But it was the first time my life had been treated as worthless. I channeled my spirit power through every channel in my body and rushed toward the Meat Angel—!

[Revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve~!?]

The Meat Angel laughed playfully, turning its arm into a giant whip-like form and swung it at me. But—

“Exorcism Art: [Doll], activate!”

I channeled the spirit of the [Doll] into my body. In an instant, my legs bent at angles that could have shattered my joints, allowing me to narrowly dodge the flesh whip.

Using the exorcism art—where a Conceptual Spirit possesses the body—I moved with the flexibility of a [Doll].

And then—

“Enhancement Art: [Ittan-momen], activate!”

The scarf I had wrapped around my neck suddenly extended, wrapping tightly around the Meat Angel.

Enhancement Art—this technique allows a Conceptual Spirit to possess an object, making my scarf transform with the power of [Ittan-momen].

[Revolv-aaah!?]

“[Ittan-momen] is a legendary being known for its skill in strangulation. Maybe this will help you understand a bit of what my colleagues felt.”

I added a little explanation out of spite.

As a result, the strangling power of [Ittan-momen] increased slightly. Conceptual Spirits grow stronger when their Conceptual is acknowledged.

“And with this, it’s over…!”

I pulled out all the talismans I had from my pocket.

They were special papers made from the skin of condemned criminals. I scattered them around the Meat Angel and formed a seal with my hands.

“Talisman Art: [Blank Shot], unleash!”

From dozens of talismans, bursts of [Blank Shot] energy were released.

[Revolve-aaahhh—!?]

The Meat Angel vanished into the dust cloud. Amidst the repeated thunderous blasts, its screams slowly faded away.

Talisman Art—by having a Conceptual Spirit possess multiple talismans, I could launch several remote attacks simultaneously for a short time.

“Hah… hah…”

I had done everything I could.

My spirit power was completely drained. I collapsed on the spot.

“I… can’t… move anymore…”

With all my spirit power—energy flowing from my soul—depleted, my soul itself was starting to slip away from my body.

The only way to hold on was sheer willpower. Until my soul could recover its energy over time, I had to cling desperately to the thought of ‘staying alive.’

“Heh… I’m exhausted, but… I did it.”

I had defeated a formidable enemy.

I managed to take down a monster that had killed dozens of Reisoushi.

Even as a mere Class-3 mob, I accomplished something incredible.

Ah, I did it—just as I thought that—

[Revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve, revolve]

“Guh!?”

Through the swirling dust, a spear-like mass of flesh shot out and tore into my abdomen…!

And then, it appeared once more.

[Reevolve-aaah❤]

“Heh… not a scratch on you, huh?”

The Meat Angel was completely unscathed.

There were some slight scuffs here and there, but that was it. It would be a stretch to even call what I did an attack.

“Gah… cough“

Blood poured from my mouth like a fountain. My throat gurgled as it pushed up a surge of blood and bits of my ruptured stomach.

Ah…

“So, in the end… I was just a mob, huh…”

I never achieved any great deeds, at best playing a supporting role for others.

That’s who I am.

“Even in this fight… cough… it’s probably just some footage for those Class-1 or Special-Class geniuses to see and go, ‘What a formidable enemy,’ or something like that…”

The ones who are like the true protagonists—overflowing with talent, who somehow manage to turn things around in the end. I’m just a temporary obstacle meant to trouble them for a bit.

That’s my role, isn’t it…?

“Hey, Meat Angel…”

[Reeee?]

The Meat Angel tilted its head, its twisted smile asking, ‘Oh, is this a dying grudge?’

What a smug creature…

As I sent a thought to my conceptual spirits, telling them to ‘get out of here already,’ I left my final words for this monster.

“My name is Kanata Soranaki. Just an unremarkable mob Reisoushi.”

[Re-re?]

“Yeah… just a plain mob… but…”

But, thanks to the threat to my life, and the anger I felt… in the end, I managed to put up a decent fight…

“Fighting you… kinda… felt good…!”

[…!?]

At my words, the Meat Angel’s eyes went wide.

For a few seconds, it froze—

[Soranaki, reevolve…!❤]

A flash of light burst from its eyes. As it hit me, my body began to dissolve, as if it were being taken apart, disappearing into nothing.

“Shit… I really… don’t want to die…”

With those final words, I vanished from this world.

[Let’s play again… next time…! ❤]

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And then…

“Gah… what…!?”

When I woke up, I found myself in murky water.

“Ah, uh, wha…!?“

Wait, didn’t I die—? I tried to speak, but no words came out.

Being underwater, that was expected, but my tongue also felt strangely sluggish.

And… why wasn’t I struggling to breathe…? Despite being submerged, oxygen flowed through my body. It was an utterly bizarre sensation.

“Whe… whe…re… am I?“

A hospital? If so, what kind of condition am I in? What happened after that?

As those questions filled my mind, a voice echoed from somewhere.

“Oh my, he’s moving… Kanata is moving.”

“Huh?“

It was my mother’s voice. There was no mistaking it—she called my name.

And then,

“Oh, I see. I hope he grows up as well as the other two did…”

That was my father’s voice.

The voice of the head of the Soranaki family, a Reisoushi—my father, who supposedly died in battle when I was a child.

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[Tips]

Reisoushi (Spirit Conductor): 

A spiritual profession where one uses Conceptual Spirits to battle other Conceptual Spirits. They are considered government employees.

The name “Spirit Conductor” comes from the requirement to align one’s “soul wavelength” with their bonded spirit to be able to utilize its power.

Possessed Spirit:

A spirit that a Reisoushi keeps as their own.

Since cooperation is only possible with spirits that match their wavelength, many Reisoushi only have one spirit. Having three is considered quite rare.

Exorcism Art: A technique that allows a spirit to possess the user’s own body.

Enhancement Art: A technique that allows a spirit to possess a related object.

Talisman Art: A technique where a spirit is channeled into talismans made from human skin.

Curse Art: A technique that imposes the negative effects of a spirit onto an opponent. More details will be provided later.

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