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 07: A New Life Begins! (One Minute After Birth, Already Grown and Fighting)

Act 2: The Birth of the White Demon Lord

Chapter 07: A New Life Begins! (One Minute After Birth, Already Grown and Fighting)

Kanata Soranaki.

That name had already become synonymous with fear among the Reisoushi.

An abnormal being that hosted three Conceptual Spirits within its soul, even as a fetus.

Naturally, such a thing could not be left unchecked.

The headquarters of the Spirit Conductor Agency, the central authority for all Reisoushi, decided to detain and observe the boy.

Both mother and child were taken into custody, and highly skilled Reisoushi were stationed nearby, ready to carry out “elimination” should the situation demand it.

But—this decision only led to chaos.

“Ahh! The soul waves of Kanata Soranaki are acting up again today!”

“My spirit is… spiraling out of control?!”

“Please, stop this alreadyyyy!!!”

The Reisoushi were steadily worn down, one after another.

Kanata’s overwhelming spiritual energy emitted waves, like sonic pulses, that rippled through the surroundings.

These waves occurred under two specific conditions:

-When a powerful new Conceptual Spirit emerged.

-When a Reisoushi underwent an unprecedented level of rapid growth.

The second case was exceedingly rare. It was a miracle that only occurred when a Reisoushi’s soul evolved after a battle of extreme hardship—a near-mythical phenomenon.

And yet…

“I-I can’t take this happening every hour! It’s impossible!”

One of the senior Reisoushi vomited and fled in panic.

Yes, every hour. Kanata Soranaki continued to undergo bizarre, rapid spiritual energy growth, sending shockwaves that left the Reisoushi reeling.

As a result, anyone other than his mother, whose soul wavelength matched his, fell into chaos—panicking, writhing in agony, fleeing, or fainting one after another.

Even as a fetus, Kanata Soranaki was causing mayhem on an unprecedented scale. His name quickly spread across Japan as a symbol of infamy.

And then—

“The mother is going into labor!? Kanata Soranaki is finally being born—?”

The announcement shook the entire Reisoushi world to its core.

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Hi, it’s me. Kanata, your average mob character on his second round in life. My favorite food? Conveyor belt sushi.

Well, they say time flies like an arrow, don’t they?

Between self-modifications and passing out repeatedly, three months zipped by in no time.

And now, it seems like I’ve finally been born into this world…

“He… he’s finally born! Kanata Soranaki is here…!”

“He’s not even crying. His eyes are already wide open, staring straight at us…!”

“H-He’s so beauti—No! All Reisoushi, prepare your spiritual energy! Stay ready for any action he takes!”

How did it come to this…?

Wait—why am I surrounded by a massive group of Reisoushi?!

This doesn’t make any sense… Let’s try to figure out what’s going on.

“a—”

I opened my mouth, intending to say, “What’s the situation here? Let’s all calm down first.”

But instead—

“Silence, you rabble.“

“”!?!””

“(!?)”

A stunningly cold and imperious voice came out of my mouth. It was beautiful, sure, but unbelievably arrogant!

What the heck!? What is this? My very first words in this life are absolutely awful! I’m officially the worst baby ever!

“(No, wait, everyone, this isn’t what I meant!)”

I tried to explain myself, but before I could, something even stranger happened.

My entire body began to glow with a pale blue spiritual light, and then—I started growing!

Naturally, the Reisoushi around me went into a frenzy.

“What is happening!?!”

“(I’d like to know that too!)”

Could it be because I overstocked my life energy—my spiritual power? Is this some kind of rapid cellular development triggered by that…?

While I was piecing together a theory, my limbs stretched gracefully, growing to the proportions of a ten-year-old. My hair, pure white like fresh snow, softly flowed down my back as if delicate snowflakes were falling.

“(Um… sorry about this, everyone. Watching some nobody like me pull off a transformation sequence must be awkward…)”

A baby that suddenly grows up is terrifying, no matter how you look at it…

The Reisoushi seemed to share that fear, their throats audibly gulping in unison. Meanwhile, my spiritual energy wrapped around me like threads, weaving themselves into a dark, gothic-style dress with a decadent air. Finally, a white scarf—just like the one I loved in my previous life—wrapped around my neck, marking the end of this bizarre transformation.

And there I was—a baby, now fully standing on two feet.

“(Wha… What is this…?)”

The Reisoushi around me stood frozen, mouths agape, clearly at a loss for words.

And honestly, so was I.

But for some reason, my facial muscles weren’t responding at all. Instead, I found myself wearing a cold, expressionless look as I stared down at their dumbfounded faces.

This body… it’s way too rude, isn’t it?

“(Okay, let’s start by saying, ‘I’m not suspicious at all, I promise,’ and try to clear things up!)”

Alright, here goes—

“Do you know who you’re addressing?“

“”?!?!””

“(!?)”

Why does this keep happening?!

“(Why am I sounding so overbearing?! This is the worst kind of baby…!)”

Alright, come on, body. Let’s apologize properly. Bow your head and say sorry to everyone.

Here we go—

“Bow your heads, you rabble.“

“”?!?!””

“(!?)”

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!?

“(No, body, that’s not it! You’re the one who’s supposed to be bowing! YOU!)”

The people around me were clearly bewildered.

And yet, even as I stood there with an expression that seemed to look down on them, I was honestly the most confused of all.

The atmosphere was dead silent.

“Hmph… (This is bad… Nothing’s going to move forward at this rate…)”

As I stood there, pointlessly striking a cool pose while trying to figure out what to do, the silence was suddenly broken.

“How dare you, insolent wretch—forsooth!“

The shout came from someone stepping forward.

“You cursed child, Kanata Soranaki, you monstrous brat! How dare you insult me with your silence—”

The speaker was a man who looked straight out of the Heian period, with a face painted stark white like an ancient noble.

Oh, I know this guy. He’s from a long-standing prestigious family that’s big on lineage—one of those old-fashioned Reisoushi. His name was, uh…

“Ujimaro Godaiin, was it?”

“Wha—how do you know my name!?”

Oops, scared him a bit there. My bad. I didn’t mean to freak you out! Honestly, I’m just glad someone’s finally talking to me while everyone else is too stunned to speak!

“I like you, Ujimaro.”

“Why?!”

“I’ll grant you the right to explain what’s going on. You may weep with gratitude.”

“Who do you think you are?!”

My body was still as haughty as ever.

But despite clearly wanting to explode in anger with a “Y-You little brat!”, Ujimaro snorted and begrudgingly began to explain.

“It’s obvious…! You’re a monstrous fetus harboring Conceptual Spirits within your soul—!”

“Hou? (Hmm?!)”

Ah… I see now. So they noticed the presence of the Conceptual Spirit Trio that followed me here.

Yeah, that would make anyone wary.

Normally, hosting spirits within your soul requires intense training as a Reisoushi—enough to become aware of your own Spiritual Domain. Only then can you invite spirits with matching wavelengths.

So, for some clueless fetus to just casually host Conceptual Spirits while napping… yeah, no wonder it raised eyebrows.

“And on top of that, your spiritual energy has been skyrocketing every single day! How could anyone ignore such a dangerous being?”

“Houu (Ah, crap).”

Oh no… they’re right.

I really went overboard, didn’t I? 

Without realizing it, I’ve been recklessly boosting my spiritual energy this whole time. I was so wrapped up in my Spiritual Domain training that I didn’t notice how much it was freaking everyone out.

“And now, after finally being born, you’ve already displayed abnormal growth, combined with that unnervingly alluring beauty—golden and red eyes, no less! There is no doubt—you’re a monster!”

With that declaration, Ujimaro drew his whip and began channeling spiritual energy into it. W-wait, what?!

“Cursed child, Kanata Soranaki!”

I’m just a regular human, though!?

“I, Ujimaro Godaiin, the First-Class Reisoushi, will strike you down!”

A semi-transparent, massive octopus materialized behind Ujimaro. That’s definitely the Conceptual Spirit of [Octopus]. He raised his whip, which glowed ominously as he chanted:

“*Object Imbuing Manifestation: Dagon Whip!“

The whip in Ujimaro’s hand began to glow with spiritual energy, transforming into a thick, writhing weapon with eight long, red tendrils, each resembling a barbed tentacle.

“Object Imbuing Manifestation… the advanced weapon transformation technique only usable by A-rank practitioners or higher. (Awawawawa…)”

“Hohoho, precisely! Now, prepare to be vanquished!”

With that, the eight tentacle-like whips lashed out mercilessly.

Damn it, how did it come to this?

I only trained to grow stronger so I wouldn’t die—and maybe, just maybe, gain some admiration along the way.

So why am I about to be eliminated as a “monster” instead…?!

“Die, Kanata Soranaki!”

As I reeled in confusion, the whip came down toward me. But just before it struck, everything seemed to slow—time itself almost coming to a halt.

And in that stillness, I heard it.

“Ka…nata…”

A weak voice, full of concern, called out to me from behind. It was my mother’s voice.

Ah…

“I can’t die here.”

In that moment, my body moved on its own.

I swung my hand like a blade, slicing through the air at a speed faster than sound.

And then—

“Sorry, Ujimaro.”

“Wha—?”

“Looks like this body is a lot stronger than I thought.”

A split second later, a sharp ZANNNNN!!! echoed through the room, followed by a delayed, unnatural noise.

Ujimaro’s Dagon Whip had been completely shredded into pieces.

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[Tips]

Object Imbuing Manifestation:

An advanced technique evolved from Spiritual Arts, the practice of imbuing objects with spiritual power.

By enveloping an object with a pseudo-mass created from spiritual energy, it can be enlarged or transformed into a monstrous form.

The object is typically covered in high-density spiritual material, making it almost impossible to destroy through physical means… theoretically.

Dagon Whip:
The signature Spiritual Art of Ujimaro Godaiin.
The whip transforms into eight massive tentacles, each capable of independent, lifelike movements, making it extremely difficult to dodge.
It’s thick, elastic, and durable, with suction cups and constricting force to capture enemies, making it an exceptionally versatile and powerful manifestation.

Well, usually.

Body-kun:

Kanata’s physical body. Due to some neural glitch, everything it says comes out haughty and imperious. Adorably problematic.

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