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 63: Interlude – Libertaria, Favored by the Gods

Act 06: Final Battle – Supreme-Class Conceptual Spirit [Erasure] Arc

Chapter 63: Interlude – Libertaria, Favored by the Gods

—What is the true hegemon of the world?

When asked that question, those in the West would answer with proud smiles.

Those in the East, with gritted teeth and frustration.

“That would be the Holy Libertarian Empire.”

A colossal superpower controlling nearly half of humanity’s inhabitable lands.

It ruled over the entirety of the Americas and turned 90% of the Atlantic nations into its vassals.

At the top of this military giant stood an absolute ruler—the Demon Emperor.

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Meanwhile…

“WAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH WILL YOU WAKE UP ALREADY YOU DAMN GOOOOOOOD!!!”

At the golden royal palace of the empire—Libertaria.

In its throne room, decked out in blindingly excessive luxury, a young man with golden hair was losing his mind.

“Goooooood!! Wake! Up!!”

He looked like a man who’d rage-quit his job on impulse and lost everything at the slots.

With his long golden hair and pure white cape fluttering wildly, the man yelled without a shred of dignity or shame.

It was downright ugly.

“Uuuuugh. Dealing with just Ouma is already a fucking pain, but now this ‘Kanata Soranaki’ guy shows up outta nowhere, and I have no idea what his deal even is!!”

This man—was none other than Clovis the Libertarian, the Demon Emperor.

The one who ruled over half the world, basking in more glory than any figure in human history.

And yet…

“Uggghhh, screw this. I quit being emperor. Crown—yeet.”

Without the slightest hesitation, he tossed the crown from his head.

The symbol of supreme power that everyone coveted—

It clattered clink, clank, clatter across the marble floor, abandoned just like that.

“Uuuuugh. What the hell am I supposed to do now…?”

Clovis thought it, deep in his gut—

He was so done with everything.

To begin with, he considered himself just a regular guy.

Even if no one else believed it, he truly did.

And that guy… became the “Demon Emperor”?

The one who overthrew the United States a century ago and built the world’s most powerful nation?

The unmatched ruler, dripping in charisma?

Yeah, right. Get real.

“…This is all your fault, you know. It’s because I made a contract with you. Isn’t that right, [God]?”

‘—NUHAHAHAHAHA! You’re in quite the mood this week, Clovis!’

It happened in that moment.

Suddenly, a thunderous boom split the silence, shaking heaven and earth.

A blinding light engulfed the throne room—so bright it was impossible to keep your eyes open.

The entire space was swallowed in a wave of pure white divine radiance.

‘Ahhh, seriously. You never let me get bored, do you?! Wahahahaha!’

The air trembled. His soul prickled like static.

That overwhelming spiritual pressure warped the very fabric of reality, and Clovis’s skin rippled with the force.

Then, the light began to take form—

Heaven, earth, humanity itself—

All of existence trembled as laughter echoed, wild and unrestrained.

And in that light, a humanoid figure emerged, coalescing right on the Demon Emperor’s throne.

A divine will had descended.

‘Good… now kneel, Clovis. Press your head to the ground and beg for your worthless life. Make it pitiful—I want to enjoy this.’

A goddess stood before her.

Her very presence radiated blinding divinity—

Long, lacquer-like hair shimmered with shifting hues of crimson, violet, and gold.

Above her head hovered a brilliant white halo, glowing with absolute purity.

And from her back stretched twelve colossal wings, each one arching forward to shield only her front.

A completely naked woman had descended from the heavens.

“I’ve told you for the past hundred years—put some clothes on!!“

‘NUHAHAHAHAHA! Spare me your modesty! Feast your eyes upon my divine crotch—I’ve brought a surprise this time!’

“Gyaaaah!?”

She—or maybe he—was Clovis’s ultimate Conceptual Spirit: [God].

This was the being that forged the Demon Emperor’s might.

Or perhaps… this being was the true Demon Emperor.

‘Gufufufu… In the old days of Japan, being intersex was seen as sacred. They believed the gods changed genders with the moon, and those born beyond simple definition were revered as divine vessels. Degenerate? No—enlightened. And now, that sacred corruption is mine to embody.’

“NOT delightful, you pervert! More importantly, look at this!”

Clovis hurled a smartphone their way.

On the screen was a boy with twelve ominous black wings, framed by a dark halo radiating malevolence.

It was Kanata Soranaki.

‘Hohooooh! So this is that absurd newborn from just half a month ago!?’

“Yeah, that’s him. This footage is from the recent Spirit Conductor exam. He’s gotten even more unhinged while you were napping…”

There was a tight edge in Clovis’s voice, a hint of irritation he couldn’t quite suppress.

Meanwhile, [God] stared at the screen, eyes sparkling as they let out a delighted “Hawaa~!”

This bi-everything being, in every sense imaginable, only bothered to wake up once a week.

Their logic?

‘The Creator God worked for six days to make the world. So obviously, I deserve to rest just as long. Duh.’

“You seriously—!”

You’re not that God!

You’re just a chaotic mess of divine traits slapped together and called [God], a bootlegged deity running on pure ego and nonsense!

He’d shouted that at them once before.

All he got in return was: ‘With your Spirit Power? No way you can keep me active full-time, scrub.’

And that was the end of that.

All he could do was swallow the rage—and glare.

“…Useless NEET god… sleeping all day…” he muttered under his breath.

‘Guheee~! Guhihihi! Exquisite! Little Kanata is glorious!’

Yep. [God] was in heaven.

Not only had they watched footage from the training exam, they’d also gleefully reviewed the brutal encounter with the [Hihiirokane].

‘Gufufufu… Feeding a rampaging wolf brother to his own little sister, torturing a titan into a sobbing wreck—deliciously wicked~! So much more fun than that boring Ouma cutie who just goes straight for the kill. And yet…’

“Yeah.”

Both of them are monsters.

Different breeds—but monsters all the same.

The Emperor and the God were completely in sync on that.

“Ugh… seriously. Just dealing with Ouma alone is already a nightmare…”

—“A nation not under the Empire isn’t a nation at all.”—

That phrase became so common, it practically turned into a proverb.

And Clovis was the one who built the Holy Libertarian Empire up to that point of dominance.

Even Japan had been defeated during the Second Spirit Annihilation War thirty years ago.

After that, they were forced into a treaty with conditions that were basically one step away from total subjugation:

[Abandonment of all non-defensive military power, granting of extraterritorial rights, formation of a shared customs union mostly controlled by the Empire, and permanent stationing of Imperial officers within the Spirit Conductor Agency.]

That much control had been imposed.

At this rate, Japan’s national spirit would’ve withered away.

Clovis had genuinely believed Japan would lose its identity entirely.

But then…

“…During the war, ten high-ranking Japanese officers fled and sold secrets to the Empire…”

Clovis spoke through gritted teeth, as if recounting a bitter memory.

“A hundred pro-Empire Japanese politicians. A thousand criminals who used the postwar chaos for personal gain…”

And then came the kicker.

“And ten thousand so-called pacifists across Japan who marched in parades shouting ‘Long live Libertaria!’—Ouma executed every last one of them by beheading!”

Too terrifying for words.

It was nearly twenty years ago now, but Clovis still remembered vividly—

Back in his youth, Ouma Shiranui had been an absolute monster.

“And don’t forget those Imperial tourists who went to Japan just to mess around—every single one of them vanished without a trace! That had to be Ouma’s doing!”

‘Geheheheheeeh! Back then, little Ouma was bursting with energy and shining so bright~~! Ahh, youth is such a beautiful thing.’

“No, it’s not!!”

Whatever the case, Ouma had carried out a brutal purge.

He executed anyone, civilian or not, who showed even the slightest sign of siding with the Holy Libertarian Empire.

If a Spirit Medium was recognized by the Spirit Conductor Agency?

He’d behead the Agency’s commander on the spot.

When Spirit Conductors came to arrest him? He slaughtered every last one of them.

And then, he simply took the position of Agency Commander for himself.

“Thanks to him, Japan stayed Japan. I was honestly terrified to see that kind of way to protect a country actually work…”

‘Ah yes, like bloodletting—draining the bad blood to heal the patient.’

“They bled out and died!! That’s not healing!”

And so, Ouma became the shield that protected Japan.

He took up the mantle of Commander in his early twenties,

And for over a decade, he fended off the Empire’s relentless schemes.

Fueled by hatred, he fought on with everything he had.

“Haaah… Even so, lately I’ve started to see some signs of wear in Ouma too. I’ve been alive for a hundred years thanks to you and turned into a damn superhuman—so I can pick up on things like that.”

Hating people all the time is exhausting.

Even more so when you’re always the one standing at the front.

Even a natural-born superhuman like Ouma had started to show faint signs of… softening.

Like when he took in that demi-human brother and sister a few years ago.

He claimed, “Given how dangerous they are, it’s best I keep them under my watch.”

But maybe, just maybe… it was his unmatched loneliness that made him do it.

Clovis had honestly hoped that Ouma would just keep declining from there—

Until that guy showed up.

“Then that Kanata Soranaki brat had to appear! Dammit, even if Ouma falls, Japan already has a second arrow in the quiver…!”

Clovis furiously scratched at his head.

—To the public, he played the part of a cold, absolute ruler.

But deep down, he knew he was just a regular guy.

And deep down, he was always afraid.

‘Kukuku. You’ve got it all wrong, Clovis.’

“!?”

At that voice—he looked up.

It was the [God] again.

“Wrong…? Wait, right. Like you said before, Ouma and Kanata are polar opposites. Both insanely powerful, but like magnets—pushing each other away. Maybe if we’re lucky, they’ll destroy each other from infighting…”

‘Nope. Not even close.’

“Wha—!?”

Just as a flicker of hope sparked in him, the dazzling goddess casually snuffed it out.

‘They are light and dark, yes. Bound to clash one day, never to mix. But that only applies if—they’re the only ones standing at the top of the world.’

“…!”

The top of the world.

The highest seat of power.

So then… who’s sitting in that seat right now?

It was obvious.

“I-It’s me…!? Are those two teaming up to take me down!?”

‘Very likely, yeah~! Super hilarious!’

“That’s not funny at all!!”

Clovis, now on the verge of tears, lunged at the [God].

But with a casual flap of her twelve wings, a fierce gust of wind exploded outward.

“WaaaAAAAAAGHHHH!?”

Clovis went tumbling back several meters like a ragdoll. Brutal.

“Uuuugh… damn Conceptual Spirit… I swear I’ll send you to heaven someday…!”

‘Oho? Was that a lewd pun?’

“It was NOT!!”

While the poor emperor screamed in frustration, the [God] just chuckled softly and teased:

‘Well now, dear Clovis, about to be hunted by Japan’s two top dogs… Tell me—do you like samurai swords?’

“Wha… you mean katana…?”

‘Exactly. That thin, frail-looking thing compared to big ol’ Western swords.’

With a snap of her fingers, the discarded crown lying on the floor began to float.

It shimmered, then morphed, transforming into the sleek shape of a blade.

The sword landed neatly in the [God]’s hand.

—Material Transmutation.

This was the signature ability of the Conceptual Spirit of [God].

It was by this power that the otherwise plain old Clovis became beautiful, superhumanly tough, long-lived—

And thus, able to rule as the “Demon God Emperor.”

‘Fufu. Katanas may look flimsy, but they’re ridiculously strong. Only the edge chips easily. The core? Nearly unbreakable.’

“What are you even talking about…?”

‘About how toughness and flexibility, when combined, become insanely powerful.’

A katana is built with a hard outer edge and a softer, flexible core—

A composite structure that grants it both durability and deadly precision.

That, according to the goddess, was what made it so strong.

‘Ouma alone—just light—wasn’t enough. He rose to power as a figure of judgment, an untouchable icon. Someone like him couldn’t afford to show mercy to evil. He mustn’t. If he did, the people’s morale would collapse.’

His strictness, his ideals—cutting like a blade—had started to wear thin.

Even Ouma himself must have realized that he couldn’t keep going like that.

So, without shattering the image of his idol-like justice, he showed a sliver of flexibility.

He created the “Yatagarasu” squad—a unit of atonement slaves—trying to save wayward Reisoushi with potential.

But in the end, all he could offer was a temporary stay of execution.

He couldn’t walk alongside them emotionally.

His unshakable idol persona got in the way.

And more than anything… he was just painfully bad at dealing with people.

‘However—’

A rival finally emerged.

Someone whose power could match Ouma’s.

And unlike him—at least in appearance—this new figure was more cunning, more adaptable…

A baby who looked like the devil himself.

“Thus was born the shadow named Kanata…!”

‘Exactly. He’s the receptacle. The one who could catch what spilled out from Ouma’s reign.’

Japan now had the missing puzzle piece.

‘Up till now, everyone was just following Ouma—the strict father.’

The result? A generation of citizens who couldn’t stand on their own.

There were no outright villains, sure… but there were people who couldn’t be anything but villains—because they had no room to breathe.

And since Ouma was a one-man army, he didn’t have the time or capacity to raise every child.

So those who didn’t get caught learned how to bend the rules just enough to get by.

But now—things were different.

‘And then… came Kanata—Japan’s twisted little child-bride.’

He wasn’t here just for fun.

He was here to one day take over the whole house of Japan.

He scared Ouma’s loyal kids—the followers—into asking themselves, “What can I do for Father?”

And for the “bad kids” crying in the shadows?

He hugged them. Gently. So they’d stand with him instead of against the world.

Even the sly ones—those gaming the system—would be forced to face change sooner or later.

‘And Father—Ouma—will rise to the occasion. He’ll grit his teeth and go, ‘I’m not letting this little brat take over my house.’ Compared to fighting us, I bet it’ll be more motivating.”

Ouma won’t fight out of hatred anymore, but from fire in his heart.

Even if he falls, the house called Japan will live on.

And hopefully, someone—maybe even Kanata—will finish what he started and crush the Holy Libertarian Empire.

What must Ouma have felt, knowing someone of equal—or even greater—strength had finally appeared?

Probably… happiness.

Because putting someone to use so completely? That’s what real trust looks like.

‘Gehii~! I hope Ouma-kyun gets his old strength back! I’m also suuuper hyped for Kanata-kyun’s growth!’

“That’s not good! Don’t cheer for them—they’re both out to get me, you know!?”

Seriously, what a mess.

Clovis slumped his shoulders, full of regret.

“I never should’ve become Emperor…”

And just then—Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

A sudden vibration ran through the goddess.

‘NnyaaAAAAhh!? Did you shove a vibrator in me, Clovis!? You’re trying to defile me!? The child of God is on the way~! ♡’

“No!! It’s my phone!”

“Die, you idiot!” Clovis snapped as he snatched back the phone he’d entrusted to the goddess.

Then, answering the call, he switched his tone like flipping a switch:

“—This is the Emperor speaking. What business do you have with me?”

Yup. Super serious and dramatic. Totally unnecessary, but hey, he likes to sound cool.

The call was short.

He hung up…

And then—

“YESSSS! Let’s gooooooOOOOO!!”

Clovis threw his fist into the air with a victory pose, practically glowing with excitement.

‘What’s up, you crusty nut smear?’

The goddess chirped casually.

“Wha—why the sudden insult!? Wait, are you mad because I told you to die earlier!? I’m sorry, okay!? But forget that, more importantly—”

He pointed a firm finger at the radiant weirdo.

“Listen up! Word just in—a Supreme-Class Conceptual Spirit has appeared in Japan! This is huge! We’re totally gonna win this one!”

Supreme-Class Conceptual Spirits—

The name says it all. These are monsters of pure, overwhelming spiritual force. The top of the top. They’re basically natural disasters with personalities.

Defeating one? Practically impossible.

The best anyone’s managed is to stall them until they get bored and decide to leave.

“Heheheh… If either Ouma or Kanata dies in the process, that’s a massive win for me~”

‘Nuh-uh, Clovis~ You do realize there’s a chance one of them might not only survive but actually capture it, right?’

“Pfft! Yeah right! As if!”

Capturing a Supreme-Class Conceptual Spirit?

Unheard of. It’d be like trying to trap a hurricane in a lunchbox.

Well, okay—except for cases like this annoying [God] who just shows up out of nowhere on their own.

But aside from those, no way a human could ever tame something like that.

‘Well, who knows~? Even I think it’s probably impossible… but hey, never say never, right?’

“Alright then! If that actually happens, I’ll dress like a girl and ride a tricycle around Los Angeles! I swear on it!”

‘Oho! Then it’s a pact with me! If you break it, you die!’

“Deal!”

Clovis burst out laughing—“Hahaha!”

All the while, his fingers were tapping away on his phone, sending off some messages.

‘Whatcha doin’ over there~?’ asked the Conceptual Spirit of “God” with curious amusement.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Clovis answered casually, as if it were no big deal.

“I’m prepping a massacre. The moment the Supreme-Class Conceptual Spirit causes chaos in Japan, we’ll launch a full-scale attack.”

‘…Hohhh.’

The Conceptual Spirit [God] thought to itself:

Now this is interesting… in many, many ways.

“Unlike those freaks of nature like Ouma or Kanata, I’m just a regular guy. I don’t want to die. So I’ll do what needs to be done.”

‘I see, I see. Guhihi~ Sounds good to me.’

The Conceptual Spirit of [God] chuckled.

He’s come a long way over the past hundred years.

And yes—choosing a man who lacked confidence had been the right move.

He’d been swept up in the power and the circumstances handed to him…

Desperately clawing for survival.

And now—

He had reached the turning point where killing civilians was just part of the plan.

‘You’ve grown into a fine king. Just as I’d hoped for.’

“Heh. Flatter me all you want, but the allowance caps at a hundred bucks.”

‘It’s not flattery. I mean it from the bottom of my heart.’

It wasn’t a lie.

In truth, this young man had fully embraced his role as emperor and was now steadily consuming the world.

“Supreme-Class Conceptual Spirit [God]… With you as my banner, I’ll paint this world in my color. Until there’s no one left to oppose me.”

‘That sounds delightful.’

The Conceptual Spirit [God] absolutely loved conquest.

It stirred that righteous fire buried deep inside—the one that whispered, “Under your proxy’s rule, bring all mankind to its knees beneath your divine radiance.”

Clovis was, in the end, an ideal student. Hopefully, he’d keep climbing the ladder just like this.

And yet…

‘…Though people who turn out too perfect, y’know…’

God was, after all, a deeply whimsical being.

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[Tips]

Clovis: 

A golden-haired young emperor who acts cool in public.

Originally just an average guy, so now he’s completely terrified of Kanata.

But the truth is—Kanata’s also terrified of Clovis.

After he became someone who could kill regular civilians without hesitation, he finally became the “perfect emperor” [God] had envisioned.

…Though maybe, that was never supposed to happen.

Conceptual Spirit [God]:

A being with long lacquer-patterned hair that shimmers red, purple, and gold. Usually naked. Gender? Questionable.

In most religions, the highest deity is considered the “Father,” so technically, their personality leans male.

Still, since they suspect Clovis might be secretly in love with them, they’ve chosen not to clarify it outright.

(Not that Clovis needs that kind of considerate ambiguity.)

Loves spreading divine will. Loves invasion even more.

Whenever humans scream or fall into tragedy, their inner “Punishment God” starts buzzing with excitement.

But—despite all that—this divine being actually hopes humans will do the impossible and surprise them.

$100 Allowance:

This is God’s monthly pocket money. Roughly 10,000 yen.

If given any more than that, they blow it all and don’t come back until it’s gone—hence the strict budget.

Mr. Crown:

Got thrown by the Emperor, transformed by [God]—basically treated like junk.

Eventually ended up sold at a recycle shop.

He now vows revenge.

Young Ouma:

Absolutely unhinged.

Back in his wild days, he’d go full bloodbath mode on biker gangs outside Don Quijote, making poor Professor Moyoko cry.

He was brutally fighting to protect Japan’s dignity.

He did care about Professor Moyoko in his own way—so at first, he secretly executed pro-Imperial traitors and criminals without letting the blame fall on her. Impressive stuff.

But a few years in, people started catching on, and he snapped.

“I’m done hiding—bring on the slaughter!!”

From that moment, it turned into an open execution spree. He got flagged as a Medium, fought the Spirit Conductor Agency, cut down anyone who wouldn’t listen, and eventually… became the supreme commander himself.

Why does he have so many loyal followers?

Because every single anti-Ouma voice was silenced.

A walking embodiment of “Screw the Holy Empire (Libertaria).”

No way a guy like this should’ve been allowed in charge, but [God] said, ‘This guy is just too entertaining… APPROVED!’

Lately, his edge was starting to dull, and even [God] was kinda “meh” about him…

But now that he’s getting fired up again thanks to a dark handsome baby wife, [God]’s laughing nonstop.

By the way, if you told Young Ouma, “One day in the future, a baby wife is gonna support you,” he would totally snap.

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