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 50: She’s Gonna Get Handsy, Miss Snow Woman! / Neighborhood Overpowered Mode: Kanata! / Descending Upon Saitama: Lord Kanata!

Chapter 50: She’s Gonna Get Handsy, Miss Snow Woman! / Neighborhood Overpowered Mode: Kanata! / Descending Upon Saitama: Lord Kanata!

Phew—passing the exam really lifted a huge weight off my shoulders.

I mean, don’t forget, Supreme Commander Ouma had told me “Fail and you die.”

Thanks to that, I’d been pretty focused during training. Turns out, just the right amount of stress can be a great motivator.

“Alright then, Setsuna, I’m going out for a stroll.”

“Wah! Kanata just said something totally little-kid-like!”

“I am not a little kid.”

This was right after the rest of the family had left on their trip.

After munching through 114 rice crackers in the living room, I decided to get moving.

There’s only about a month and a half left until the Supreme-Class Conceptual Spirit [Erasure] shows up. I’ve got a lot to get done before then.

“First off, I’m heading to the Saitama Branch of the Spirit Conductor Agency. My father already informed them over the phone that I’ll be joining, but they still need to verify my identity in person.”

You know, things like taking a photo and making a resume.

Reisoushi are rare, so we get away with a lot, but the Agency is still half like a proper company. There’s paperwork and procedures to follow.

…I wonder if I’ll get looked down on because of my education. Technically, I’m a graduate of the womb.

“Well, I guess if you just go by how it sounds, it’s kind of like graduating from an old imperial university… that works, right?”

“What are you even talking about, Kanata? More importantly, shall I come with you?”

With that, Setsuna gave her chest a confident pomf as she tapped it.

…What is that, an airbag?

“Fufufu~ Well, you see, I am your wife—even if it’s just pretend. You must feel lonely going out all by yourself, right?”

…Huh?

“I don’t really need you with me.”

“Wha—!?”

I mean, mentally I’m still an adult. I don’t get lonely that easily.

In fact, I kind of enjoy being alone.

And when I do feel like talking to someone, there’s always that [Doll] in my Spiritual Domain reading some bizarre book like ‘True Stories! Daughter-in-law vs. Mother-in-law Murder Duels — If Only Things Had Gone Differently…’ all tense and dramatic.

“H-How could you, Kanata…!”

“Well—since you brought it up.”

“!!?”

“Your spirit was [Snow Woman], right? I was kinda hoping I could get to know her better.”

“FAAAAAAAAHHHHH?!”

I knew a lot about Setsuna, but I’d never had a chance to talk to [Snow Woman] directly. It might be nice to chat a bit while we walk.

That’s all I meant when I said it, but—

“Waaaah! Kanata, you lecher! You homewrecker!”

“Lecher?! Homewrecker?!”

“You pervy desire monster! Just go flirt with someone at the Agency or even at a brothel for all I care—go wild!!”

And for some reason, she started smacking my back repeatedly and kicked me out of the house.

…I’m not going to a brothel, okay!?

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“Guess I’ll go for a little walk.”

With that, I stepped out of the house and started strolling through the neighborhood, carrying my suitcase-style Conceptual Spirit Gear, [Cursed Steel: Hellbird].

The warm spring sunlight felt really nice.

“Ahh, spring… so peaceful.”

Now that I think about it, this might be my first real walk since I was born into this life.

I’d been training nonstop just to pass that qualification exam.

Constantly pushing myself to change the future is exhausting. Every now and then, I deserve to just relax, you know?

“Hm, a cat.”

I spotted a cat lazing on top of a car hood.

It looked like it was enjoying the warmth of the morning sun. I slowly approached.

“Let me pet you.”

“Nyaaaaaaah!?”

…It bolted the moment I opened my mouth. Seriously?

“Well, whatever… Oh, hey, a flock of sparrows.”

“Pikyyaaaaah!?”

…Just glanced at them and they scattered. Come on.

“A crow.”

“Kaaaah!?”

“…A butterfly.”

“Chooooo!?”

“…A bear that wandered down from the mountains of Saitama.”

“GUMAAAAAAH!?”

What the hell? Every living thing vanishes the moment I show up.

“Haaah… Well, I guess animals react based on power alone. They probably just sensed how strong I am and ran.”

Man, seriously. People should judge you based on what’s inside, not just your looks.

Even if I give off some dark, overpowered, ominous death-aura vibe on the outside, I wish they’d recognize the gentle soul within.

I’m just a harmless mob, okay~? Totally not a pervert or anything~?

“Oh, spotted a neighborhood lady. Hello there.”

“Eeeek! Kyaaaaaaaaaahhhh! Kanata Soranaki!?! I’m a married woman, and now your darkly beautiful aura’s gonna blind me—then I’ll fall into temptation, whisper: ‘I’m sorry, darling…’ with trembling lips as you pour fake love into my very soul and cruelly toss me aside~!? You lecher! You homewrecker!!”

…What?! I didn’t do anything! What’s with that insane vocabulary?

“Aaaaaaaaahhh!! Everyone, stay alert!! The dark, dangerously hot baby boy is prowling the neighborhood!!”

And there she went, running off in a panic.

Her shrieks echoed through the street, prompting other housewives to peek out their windows.

And then came the chaos—

“Eek! That’s the Kanata Soranaki!?” “The zero-year-old who got himself a wife!?” “The baby who’s rumored to make more babies!?” “The one turning both men and women into brainwashed slaves!?” “The one who leaves even old men with stolen-heart trauma!?” “The one whose mom’s supposedly a seductive ex-milf or something!?” “The one who’s rumored to be eyeing his wife’s Conceptual Spirit!?” “The one with a personal plastic surgeon to turn even creepy spirits into hot girls for him!?” “The one with a thirty-centimeter… you-know-what!?” “The type of husband who secretly buys a motorbike without telling his wife!?” “The one who dominates everyone with money and violence, buying slaves, getting girls, and always winning!?”

Screaming all that at once, they slammed their windows shut, locked their doors, and vanished inside.

Silence fell over the entire neighborhood.

“What do they even mean by ‘that’ Kanata…?”

Just how many ridiculous rumors are flying around about me?

I mean, the fact that they already know about Setsuna moving in as my ‘wife’—how fast does gossip travel around here?

I had plenty to say about it, but at this rate, building any kind of normal neighborhood relationship was going to be tough.

…Whimper.

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“Let’s just use [Presence Concealment]…”

And so, I arrived.

Welcome to Kasukabe City, home of the Saitama Branch of the Spirit Conductor Agency.

For Saitama, this place was decently urban. Lots of people bustling around.

“Oh, the light’s green.”

I crossed the street at the intersection, but unlike back in the neighborhood, no one screamed or ran away.

Actually, if I wasn’t careful, people might bump into me—nobody even noticed I was there.

“Sigh… I’m supposed to be a Reisoushi, someone who harmonizes their soul with spirits. And yet, the only thing I’m really good at is controlling spiritual energy without any Conceptual Spirits…”

In my past life, I was a total background mob, so my [Presence Concealment] skill ended up being way too precise.

See, how noticeable someone is usually depends on their energy output. High-energy beings naturally draw people’s attention.

That’s why kids are so obsessed with trains and stuff—they subconsciously react to high-energy objects.

And what [Presence Concealment] does is completely fake all of that.

It hides your spiritual energy inside your soul, then compresses it again and again until it practically vanishes. It’s like shrinking your soul down to make it seem smaller than it really is.

The ability to pull that off depends on two things:

-How much pressure you can apply to your own soul using your spiritual power,
-And how precisely and obsessively you can track every single particle—controlling it, locking it away, without letting even one escape.

That obsessive control? That’s basically what spiritual manipulation is all about.

I’m terrible when it comes to syncing with spirits, but for solo tricks like this—I’m kind of a pro.

“Right now, I probably feel like nothing more than a grain of sand to everyone around me.”

If a gnat flies into your field of vision, even if it’s tiny, it still catches your eye because it’s alive—it has energy.

But things like specks of dust or bits of lint?

Once something gets that small and lifeless, your brain just stops noticing it.

That’s how far I’ve suppressed my presence.

I even wore a veil—designed by that genius [Doll]—but honestly, it might’ve been overkill.

And then—

BWUUUUUUUOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!!

“Hm?”

I was just casually strolling along when I saw it—a motorcycle speeding down the road up ahead. 

Whoa, whoa, whoa. That thing’s flying. The light’s still green, you know?

Even if the rider can’t see me, there are still pedestrians around… and then—

“GEGYAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”

Something looked seriously off.

It was a massive high-powered bike, the kind with an engine bigger than six cylinders, roaring like a wild beast. It tore across the asphalt like it was trying to smash through it.

The front was shaped like a spear—sharp and deadly—and with that sleek black-and-silver armor-like frame, the whole thing looked more like a lone berserker charging headfirst into enemy lines than a regular vehicle.

That alone could’ve passed for a heavily customized ride—but there was one huge problem.

No one was riding it.

The motorcycle was revving on its own, screaming like a monster out of nowhere, charging forward without a rider.

Ah. Got it.

“You’re a Conceptual Spirit, huh.”

Suddenly, the crowd erupted in screams. In an instant, the peaceful pedestrian zone turned into pure chaos.

“Waaahhh!! It’s coming right at us!!”

“It’s a Conceptual Spirit—run!!”

“Stop, don’t push me—aaahhh!!”

Panicked civilians ran in every direction.

From far behind them came a shout, “Please be careful! The Conceptual Spirit [Motorcycle] is on the loose!”—it was a woman in a Bankara-style Reisoushi suit, flying through the air on a stingray-like Spirit Artifact.

Ah, I see what’s going on.

They tried to hunt it down, but the bike’s speed was just too much for them to keep up.

“GEGYAGYAAAAHHH!!”

“Well then.”

Sorry to interrupt your joyride, but—

“Time to do my job as a Reisoushi.”

—I’d already figured out its nature completely. Even if it charged at me like a thunderstorm, there was nothing to be afraid of.

“Hakkyokuken: Entangling Leg, Chained Step.”

As it zipped past, I swept my leg with pinpoint precision at a specific spot on its tire.

That’s all it took—suddenly, the motorcycle launched straight up into the air.

A perfect 90-degree vertical climb, like it was trying to ride the sky.

“GEH-GYAAAAAAHHHHH!?”

“A motorcycle only touches the ground in two tiny spots—just the smallest contact from each tire. So if you shift the direction of its energy even a little, this is what happens.”

This is exactly why people say motorcycles are dangerous.

At the end of the day, it’s just an engine with two tires slapped on—front and back. And unlike cars, the tires are thinner and lighter, so they don’t grip the road as well.

That’s why, the faster a bike goes, the higher the risk of a crash.

It’s kind of like how a gun can jam—at high torque, bikes often lose traction for a moment. Add to that their aerodynamic shape, and the front wheel can easily lift off the ground. Sometimes, even stepping on a pebble can send them flying like a plane taking off.

I just picked the perfect moment to exploit that and hit it with a sweep.

If you time it right, the bike’s own lift will stop it from crushing your leg. So technically, even a regular person could bring down a runaway motorcycle like that. Keep it in mind if you’re ever about to get run over.

“Conceptual Spirit [Motorcycle]. The fact that no one’s riding you—that’s your biggest weakness, isn’t it?”

Compared to a car, bikes are small and unstable. That’s why they need a rider to act as a counterweight and balance the center of gravity.

And—

“No matter how fast you go… once you’re airborne, you’re powerless.”

“GYA-GEEHHHH!?”

I released my spiritual power and activated Spirit Hosting—[Doll].

With my puppet threads ability, I extended my control lines toward the bike as it spun helplessly in the air.

“Know your place. Time to crash.”

With a sharp yank, I slammed it into the ground.

“GYAGEAAAAHHH!?”

The spirit let out a scream of agony.

The asphalt shattered. The motorcycle’s armor crumbled into pieces.

And with that—done and dusted.

“Gegya… geh…!?”

“Stop whining. And don’t look up at me without permission.”

The [Motorcycle] lay toppled over, directing what felt like its gaze my way.

I stomped down on what seemed to be its “face”—the front of the bike—with a crunching sound. It let out another shriek of pain.

I did tell it not to scream.

“Annoying. I’ll kill you.”

“Kyain!?”

…It whimpered like a puppy and shut up.

Good. That’s better.

“This wasn’t an official mission, so I won’t get full pay… but I might still get a bonus.”

Even in surprise encounters like this, if you step in to protect civilians, they’ll usually compensate you a bit.

And if you manage to capture a Conceptual Spirit and sell it off, depending on the grade, you can earn special reward money—sometimes in the millions.

“Not that that kind of cash means much to me anymore.”

Thanks to my second life, I became a producer of [Hihiirokane]—the legendary red metal—so now I get paid in the billions on a regular basis.

I’ve already got people lining up to order Conceptual Spirit gear made with that stuff. Even the government is starting to develop giant Spirit Weapon mechs like the ‘Black Ship.’

Still, I won’t say no to a payout.

My food bill is ridiculous these days.

“Anyway—target neutralized. Hey, you, Saitama Reisoushi. While you’re showing me to the branch office, haul this [Motorcycle] along with you.”

I called out to the female Reisoushi who had gotten closer by now.

But she just stood there trembling, mumbling, “Ah… ah…!?”

The civilians nearby weren’t much different. Everyone was frozen in place, staring at me.

And then—

“T-That’s Kanata Soranaki—AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Their screams were even louder than when the motorcycle was charging straight at them.

Suddenly the whole area erupted in panic again.

H-Hey!? I’m not scary, okay!?

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[Tips]

“True Story! Daughter-in-law vs. Mother-in-law: Extreme Murder Duel If Only Things Had Gone Differently…”

A mysterious book Kanata materialized inside his Spiritual Domain.

The [Doll] was totally hooked, reading it with bated breath.

No idea where it came from, but it claims to be based on real events. It’s a collection of episodes where small spats between wives and mothers-in-law spiral into full-blown, bloody murder duels.

Most of the fights start because the husband is too nice to his mom.

Or because the husband has a weird hobby, and when the wife scolds him, the mother-in-law jumps in like, “What’s the problem with that!?”—and the rift begins.

In the end, they’re just two unrelated women. But because they’re both tied to the same man—the husband (or son)—the battles always explode around him.

By the way, the Spiritual Domain is the internal soul-world of a Reisoushi.

That means the only books or media that can appear there are things the Reisoushi themselves have seen.

So Kanata actually goes out of his way to fetch stuff just because the spirits want it.

He loaded this book into his brain just for [Doll] to enjoy.

He also watched a bunch of bondage AVs because [Ittan-momen] likes that kind of thing, and he listened to heavy death metal CDs for [Blank Shot]’s sake.

The spirits: “Kanata, we love youuuu!”

Setsuna, upon entering Kanata’s room for cleaning: “What is wrong with this place!? The vibe in here is awful!!”

Motorcycle: 

Also known as a two-wheeler. Originally developed and improved due to wartime needs.

At its core, it’s a very simple machine—you’re basically just straddling an engine. Unless you tune it for off-road use, it loses out to cars in almost every area except speed and maneuverability. As for comfort? Zero. And riding one in the rain? Pure hell.

But still, they’re compact, and in most cases, cheaper than a car.

Which is why some husbands go, “Eh, it’s not that expensive,” and buy one without telling their wives. Then the mother-in-law defends him—boom, instant duel trigger.

[Snow Woman]: 

The Conceptual Spirit possessed by Setsuna Kirisame. She’s a legendary spirit formed from old folklore and stories—she’s been with Setsuna for a long time.

As her name suggests, she’s very pale, quiet, and elegant—just like a woman of snow. But she’s not cold-hearted. In fact, in the old stories where she lived with her human husband until he discovered her true nature, she was known to be kind and nurturing.

She embodies the ideal of “a supportive wife.” She’s the kind who quietly handles all the chores behind the scenes.

Even the massive bath in the Soranaki house? Yeah, she’s the one who’s been cleaning it.

Pale. Quiet. Devoted. Domestic.

Because of all that, Setsuna’s had this tiny fear in the back of her mind—“Wait… is she more appealing to guys than I am…!?”

So when Kanata said, “I want to get along with [Snow Woman],” she totally blew a fuse.

As for [Snow Woman] herself… she’s currently panicking.

[Motorcycle]-kun: 

As a Conceptual Spirit born from a bike, he got all hyped up just from speeding around and causing chaos… only to get instantly and brutally disciplined.

Even after getting launched through the sky, Kanata stepped on him and said, “Know your place.”

Even after getting slammed into the ground, he was told, “Don’t look up at me.”

Yeah… poor [Motorcycle]-kun. His spirit’s completely broken now.

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