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～

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Chapter 35: Yamada and Tanaka’s “Break Society, Lord Kanata!” / Kanata Aiming to Be Justice!

On this day, Yamada and Tanaka encountered their “destiny.”

“There’s no need to be so formal. Let’s meet again during the exam.”

His heterochromatic crimson-gold eyes cast a lingering, piercing gaze as he turned away.

The slender figure walked off, the silk-like white hair swaying with each step.

Slowly, his back grew smaller in the distance.

—A terrifyingly wicked being: Kanata Soranaki.

Despite knowing he should be someone they detested, Yamada and Tanaka felt their hearts overflow with loyalty and gratitude after meeting him.

“Lord Kanata…!”

“Our Demon King…!”

―What had their lives been until now?

Serving a pathetic little man, constantly pandering to his whims, throwing away their talents and individuality as if it were trash.

It was disgraceful. Thinking about their lives even a minute before this moment made them sick.

…But Kanata saved those broken versions of themselves.

“Lord Kanata saved us.”

“He cleared away all our despair and even said it was fine to torment that little runt…!”

―Was it really okay to feel this happy?

Yamada and Tanaka’s spiritual energy surged dramatically.

Their spirits burned with the heat of joy, shattering the limits they had once imposed on themselves.

With a deafening roar, a fierce gust of scorching wind erupted from the two of them.

“Thank you, Lord Kanata…! For breaking our chains. For acknowledging that killing intent isn’t always ‘evil’…!”

Yamada’s messy bangs fluttered up in the wind.

—The beautiful sidelong glance he had always hidden, afraid of provoking Hebizuka’s jealousy, was now fully revealed.

“Lord Kanata, you’re truly an evil person, aren’t you? Holding us so gently with that soft body of yours… and completely accepting our violent urges… You’ve ruined us~!”

Tanaka’s thick glasses shattered along with their frames.

—What emerged was a face of cold, beautiful cruelty, etched with a crazed, murderous grin.

“Ahh, everyone had it wrong…! Lord Kanata isn’t some vile evil to be shunned!”

“He’s a gentle darkness that embraces everything! Someone like him is exactly what the Spirit Conductor world needs at its peak!”

The two were utterly consumed, their minds completely burned by admiration.

“Lord Ouma is incredible too… but he’s all about justice, no matter how extreme. He’s a man of light, but even he can’t illuminate the depths of the darkness.”

“He couldn’t fully reform the Spirit Conductor world because he considered the chaos it would cause to the nation. He left behind remnants of outdated traditions. But Lord Kanata will do it… He’ll break society apart!”

And then, he will build it anew.

A pure world where meaningless ideas like authority or wealth are discarded, and only raw strength defines the hierarchy.

Ahh, Lord Kanata—!

““We’ve been given light through your ‘evil’…!””

The figure of their lord had already disappeared, leaving behind only a faint trace of a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. The white Demon King had vanished.

Yet, Yamada and Tanaka knelt deeply, not in submission to garbage like the Hebizuka family, but in true reverence toward the one they had wholeheartedly devoted themselves to.

“Thank you, Lord Kanata. We’ll go and crush him, just as you’ve acknowledged our murderous intent…!”

Freed from their chains, Yamada and Tanaka began their rampage.

This was the moment when talents destined to waste away in darkness were awakened by the hand of an evil Demon King.

Thus, they would never realize—

“Sigh… (I wish Yamada and Tanaka would just treat me normally…)”

Their deeply admired Demon King, Kanata—

They would never suspect that his true thoughts were something as casual and soft as, “I just wanted to be friends with them…”

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“Can I strangle them~~!?”

““WAAAAAHHH! The naked blonde wrapped in bandages is chasing us~~~!!””

“Hey, [Ittan-momen], stop chasing the kids around. Your evolved form is way too specific for anyone’s tastes.”

It was near the end of our break.

I’d been casually letting the spirits run around on the open field when—

“Heyyyy! Boss Kanata!”

“Hm?”

A cheerful voice called out, and someone ran up to me, calling me “Boss.”

“Mr. Hinosuke, is that you?”

“Yep, it’s me! The genius young head of the Muramasa family at your service!”

Appearing before me was Hinosuke Muramasa, a muscle-bound, half-naked guy with bronze-colored hair and demon tattoos.

He was holding an attache case in one hand.

“You always look like trouble. What’s in the case, drugs?”

“Are you calling me a gangster? …Well, to be fair, I did get stopped by the cops three times while carrying this thing around.”

“Sounds about right.”

It’s a testament to how vigilant Japan’s police are.

Despite looking like a wannabe yakuza, Hinosuke here is actually the young head of Japan’s largest blacksmithing conglomerate, the Muramasa Group. In other words, the heir to a massive corporation. You’d never guess from his appearance.

“You’re still the same dark, handsome pretty boy, though.”

What even is a “dark, handsome pretty boy”?

“So, what brings you here? Don’t tell me you came to cheer me on?”

“Someone like you, Boss, doesn’t need cheering. You’re already making a scene—blowing things up in mid-air and grabbing headlines!”

With a wry smile, he held up his phone, showing me the screen.

It displayed a news headline:

[Public Shock! “Is this a Libertarian weapon?” Explosion spotted over Kanto confirmed to be from Kanata Soranaki at the exam site.]

…Oh no, it’s a full-blown scandal.

What am I supposed to do if people think I’m the type who casually destroys society?

I’m just an ordinary guy…!

“Hahaha! You’re just a regular exam taker, after all. In this case, the responsibility falls on the proctors, and ultimately on old man Ouma! Legally scaring the public and making fun of the Commander? You’re as wicked as ever!”

That’s a complete misunderstanding!

“I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. It was a coincidence.”

“Ah, yes, it just so happens.”

But the glint in Hinosuke’s eyes clearly said, “Yeah, right. That’s just the official excuse, isn’t it?”

He totally doesn’t get it…!

“Well, whatever. The more attention my model gets, the more people notice my work. In that sense, both old man Ouma and Boss make for ideal clients.”

Wait, “work”? Could he mean—?

“I brought some custom gear for you. This is the first weapon I made using the legendary metal [Hihiirokane]!”

With a dramatic flourish, he thrust the case toward me. Whoa!

“How is it? Amazing, right?”

He pushed the case so close it smushed against my cheek. Please stop that.

“Oh, sorry about that. Got too excited. But seriously, [Hihiirokane] is an insane material. If I hadn’t boosted my strength with Spirit Hosting and [Red Oni], I couldn’t even work with it properly…”

“You can tell me the whole struggle story later. Can I open it now?”

Of course, I’m curious! I’m a guy, after all.

New gear that didn’t exist in the first timeline? How could I not be excited?

“Oh, there’s no need to open the case.”

Huh?

“[Hihiirokane] is a fantasy metal. Unlike normal metals, you can embed all sorts of interesting functions into it. If you channel your spiritual energy and call out to ‘activate’ it…”

He was in the middle of explaining when an announcement echoed across the field. Moyoko-sensei’s voice rang out loud and clear:

“First group, break time is over~~~! Gather in the center of the field, everyone. Especially you, Kanata, the ruthless, troublemaking delinquent! You haven’t been ruining people’s lives during the break as if you were just grabbing a juice, have you?”

“I’m not! And that’s incredibly rude.”

If anything, I’ve been doing good deeds! Like helping out those kids, Yamada and Tanaka.

“Oh, time’s up already? Guess I can’t give you a proper explanation. I wanted to spend at least two hours walking you through the development process and all the challenges I faced.”

Hinosuke slumped his shoulders. Please, no. Two hours is too much.

“Well, whatever. Just remember that it’s something useful.”

“That’s pretty vague.”

“Haha, it’s not like you’d ever fail against a bunch of kids in a test, even without it. You’ll manage just fine.”

With a laugh, he handed me the case.

Well, he’s not wrong. If anything, I’d been worried it might be overkill to even use it.

“Oh, can I at least hear the weapon’s name before I go?”

“Of course! I came up with an awesome name for it!”

“Heh~”

What kind of “awesome name” could it be?

Reisoushis are like heroes to kids, after all.

I hope it’s a cool, heroic-sounding name that kids would admire!