Reincarnated as a Mob in an Otome Game, but the Characters Were Worse Than I Expected, So I Crushed Them All and Destroyed the Story [Dropped] - Chapter 04: Mob Sets His Plan in Motion

Chapter 04: Mob Sets His Plan in Motion

I wasted no time putting my plan into action.

The success of this plan depended entirely on time and luck.

And if I wanted to push my luck as high as possible, I needed preparation.

(First things first—money. I need to gather at least some funds…)

As I walked through town, I mulled over my thoughts.

If I played by normal rules, this would never work.

If my memory was even slightly off, the whole plan would fall apart.

But it wasn’t like I had access to a walkthrough or a strategy guide.

All I could do was trust my memory and keep moving forward.

I had to commit to this.

(If I remember correctly… it should be around here… Please, let it be here!)

I stopped in front of a random house and peered into a clay pot sitting by the entrance.

If my memory was right, then inside this pot should be—

“Yes! It’s here!”

Inside was 2,305G (Goldo).

That was a lot of money—enough to buy some seriously strong equipment.

In the game, this was one of those spots where the protagonist’s party could check a container and magically find money.

But this was eleven years before MagiRom’s story even started.

I had no idea if things like that still worked the same way in this world.

Honestly, this had been a gamble. But it paid off.

And since there were no police stations in this world, I didn’t need to turn it in, either.

“Alright… got it…!”

But for a kid like me, reaching the bottom of the pot to grab the money was way harder than I expected.

At one point, I even fell in and got stuck.

After struggling for a while, I somehow managed to wriggle my way out—thankfully, with the money clutched tightly in my hand.

“Hahh… hahh… That was way harder than it needed to be…”

Being in a child’s body was way more inconvenient than I had expected.

But at the same time, it was precisely because I was still young that I had the chance to prepare for the future.

If I had realized that this was MagiRom’s world—if I had figured out that Haralua was my home even three years later—it might’ve already been too late to do anything.

People always said youth was full of possibilities and a bright future.

Guess they weren’t entirely wrong.

(Man, the protagonist really has it easy… There’s supposed to be so much more money and equipment hidden around this town, but it’s all inside people’s houses…)

In the game, the protagonist’s party could just waltz into random homes and loot whatever they wanted.

But if I tried the same thing now, I’d be a full-blown criminal—kid or not.

And if I got caught, my reputation as a person would be ruined.

Not only would I break my parents’ hearts, but my life would be over.

And on top of that—criminal records existed in this world, which meant I’d be banned from entering Freesia Academy.

Even if I knew about the impending Monster Disaster, I’d be powerless to stop it.

I’d be stuck watching as my home was wiped out—a total bad ending.

(If this were the game, I’d have already grabbed that iron shield from the inn’s dresser and the 1,573G someone probably stashed away as emergency savings in a random house…)

But reality was different.

I could see my status, and hidden items from MagiRom were actually appearing where they were supposed to.

At the same time, if I committed a crime, I’d actually get arrested.

And if I died… I’d be dead for real.

This mix of game mechanics and real-world consequences was the key to overcoming my status as a powerless mob—an ordinary commoner without a level system.

And if that was the case…

Then an iron shield and some extra cash weren’t my top priorities.

(Alright, next stop—the shop. Hopefully, they have what I’m looking for…)

Clutching my hard-earned money tightly—no way was I dropping it—I set off toward town to buy the first item on my list.

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The layout of the town was exactly like it was in the game.

You’d think I would’ve noticed sooner, but seriously—who would ever assume that getting reincarnated meant waking up inside a game world?

Also, the town was way bigger than in MagiRom.

If it had the same tiny population as in the game, it would’ve been more of a ghost town than an actual settlement.

In MagiRom, Haralua was just a single town.

But in this world, the place where my family and I lived was only a small section of Haralua’s eastern district.

I had no idea what the other districts were like, and since my game knowledge didn’t cover them, I figured I’d wait until I was older—when I had both the means to defend myself and the confidence to explore—before checking them out.

With that thought in mind, I spotted my destination—the shop I had been looking for.

Without hesitation, I walked up to the shopkeeper and spoke.

“Hello, mister!”

“Hm? What’s up, kid? If you’re looking for food, the stalls over there sell plenty. This place has weapons and other dangerous stuff—probably not the best place for you to be wandering around.”

The bald shopkeeper spoke in a gruff tone, but his words carried genuine concern.

If I had actually been a normal four-year-old running an errand for my parents, his warning would’ve been a huge help.

But since I was here to buy something—and mentally, I was still a working adult—I simply appreciated the sentiment and moved on.

“Nope! I came to buy something from your shop!”

“Oh yeah? Did your dad send you to pick something up?”

“Nope. It’s for me.”

“Hah! Kid, you’re still just a little squirt. You probably can’t afford anything, but I guess I can let you take a look.”

Well, I did look like a four-year-old.

To him, I was probably just some kid who idolized adventurers, the way preschoolers dreamed about being superheroes.

His reaction made sense.

I pulled my left hand out of my pocket and showed him the money I had been gripping tightly.

“I really came to buy gear for myself. Look, this should be enough, right?”

“Huh… You actually have the money… Are you really buying something for yourself?”

“Yep! There’s something in your shop that I really want!”

“Well… if you’ve got the money, then you’re a customer. I won’t stop you from buying… but promise me you won’t go wandering outside the town, got it? It’s dangerous out there.”

“Of course! I promise!”

Of course, I had no intention of keeping that promise.

I was absolutely going to leave town.

But sometimes, a little white lie was necessary.

Being honest all the time wouldn’t get you anywhere in life.

This was just a harmless fib.

It wasn’t like the shopkeeper would be held responsible if I died or anything.

“So, what are you looking for? Something like this?”

The shopkeeper set down a steel armor set in front of me.

It looked like your standard, solid piece of armor—definitely sturdy.

But it wasn’t anything special.

The defense stat wasn’t particularly high, and it didn’t have any extra effects.

And even if I did buy it, it’d be way too heavy for me to move properly in.

I had a feeling the shopkeeper was suggesting it on purpose—probably to make sure I couldn’t run off outside the town and get myself into trouble.

“Nope, not that! I want… Oh! That one!”

I scanned the shop and immediately spotted my target.

Pointing at it, I showed the shopkeeper what I wanted.

Hanging in the corner was a tattered, patched-up piece of cloth—barely holding together.

It looked so out of place in the shop that I found it almost instantly.

“Huh… you want that thing?”

“Yep! I want that one!”

“A-Are you sure? I did stock it, but… wouldn’t you rather buy something better?”

The shopkeeper hesitated as he picked up the ragged-looking outfit.

The design was exactly like I remembered from the game.

Just the thought of seeing actual MagiRom equipment in front of me made my heart race.

Even if…

Even if it was a completely useless piece of gear—one that almost no players ever bought.

“I’ll take it!”

“Sigh… Alright, kid. You win.”

He let out a small laugh, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was doing.

Then, as he handed over the clothes, he gave my head a few gentle pats.