The Ordinary Sorcerer's Fun Otherworld Villain Play

“What kind of isekai reincarnation pattern is this…”

Inside a run-down shack standing alone on the outskirts of the village. I sat down in the narrow room full of drafts.

What happened after I was enveloped in that light.

It was terrible. When I came to, I was inside an incredibly luxurious church.

From there, it was all the standard development.

Everyone from school was gathered there, not just me. Something about Gifts, something about reincarnated heroes.

“…Gifts, huh. Damn, I can’t help but get excited.”

Gifts. Apparently, everyone in this world who reaches the age of 10 receives an ability called that.

They were ranked by usefulness, and in this world, obtaining a high-rank Gift determined a person’s value.

“…Trash, huh.”

Yeah, that’s right.

It was no good.

My Gift was G-rank.

The lowest class, trash class, apparently.

Right after being called trash in the sanctuary, I was unceremoniously kicked out alone.

A G-rank Gift was a symbol of ill omen in this world.

Not suitable for the sacred rite of selection, they said.

“I want to organize the situation, but no matter how I think about it, I’ve been isekai’ed, haven’t I?”

My name is Kasutani Takihito.

Continuing on from being a mob high school student living his second life.

But—

“…I’ve become a kid, haven’t I?”

My own face reflecting in the rainwater leak.

It’s totally the face of a kid around 10 years old. When we were gathered in the sanctuary, all the school kids had become children too. Those popular kids were amazing. They were beautiful girls and handsome boys even as children.

I had my usual mob face. Hmm, hello, long time no see.

—Ah, truly long time no see.

“But if that’s the case, there’s a lot that bothers me. This is isekai reincarnation, right?”

I had no memory of spending time in this child’s body until turning 10.

In light novels and such, isekai reincarnation usually starts as a baby.

“But despite that, I remember where my house is and stuff.”

There’s a lot to think about.

I lay down on the tattered floor.

① Isekai reincarnation, or transfer?

② Kids who look a lot like my classmates.

③ My Gift that was called trash.

“Huh, but, somehow, this is a bit more fun than I thought…”

One failure treated as trash among a group of excellent people… Sounds like a villain with a tragic past. Good!

“…With this, I might actually be able to become something other than a mob in this world, for real?”

The conditions were all here.

A vague atmosphere of persecution.

A failure’s Gift.

Another world.

I could tell from the village scenery.

Because there were normally beastfolk with animal ears.

Plus, the carts were being pulled by something like big lizards.

On top of that, a girl who looked like a mage was watering the fields by producing water from her staff.

“There’s magic too, huh…”

If this was a template isekai world like in light novels and anime.

And if that Gift thing is some kind of special power?

My Gift. The name appraised by that enormous crystal in the sanctuary was.

“G-rank Gift—’Spell Creation'”

I muttered the name of my Gift. That was the moment.

Vmmm…

Something circulated inside me.

Was this heat running through my blood vessels and whole body?

“Huh?”

Before I knew it, something appeared in the palm of my hand.

A black sphere.

One ping-pong ball-sized black sphere.

“Whoa!! Wh-what’s this?”

It slowly melted and changed shape.

“Letters…?”

[G-rank Gift “Spell Creation”]

[Creation, storage, and use of sorcery spells possible]

[Under debuff effect from decisive battle spell]

[Initial possessed spell: “Hundredfold Zodiac Overlap Curse Technique”]

The black sphere in my palm became letters, and then.

“Whoa!?”

‘Squeak, squeak!’

What is this!

The black sphere in my palm became letters, and then.

“A-a mouse…?”

‘Squeak!’

One heavily stylized mouse appeared from my palm.

It looked like something drawn in crayon by a little kid with no artistic sense drawing for the first time.

“Wh-what’s this?”

‘Squeak?’

“…Could it be, you’re my Gift thing?”

‘Squeak…?’

Splat.

The mouse suddenly crushed and disappeared.

Is there a time limit?

“…Amazing. What is this?”

One thing I understood.

I might be able to use something like magic.

“…If I train this kind of thing, might I seriously be able to do it? Villain play…”

I don’t want to be a mob anymore. I don’t want to die alone, I want someone to remember me.

But I knew my personality was twisted.

I was bad at talking with people, and I had no friends.

So, this was all I have left.

It might be meaningless, and it might be wrong.

But I’ve already decided.

“Should I seriously aim to be a villain?”

[Player, you can already handle your Gift? Interesting. However… Hundredfold Zodiac Overlap…? There’s no such spell in Life Field…]

…Hmm? Did I just hear something?

No, must be my imagination.

There’s only me in this narrow shack with just floor and walls.

Well, whatever.

Let’s think about villains.

What does a villain need?

Money, power, charisma…

“No, aesthetics… isn’t it?”

The various entertainment I encountered in my second life.

Cool villains had aesthetics and principles.

The best villains were those who breathe good air, mourned by the audience when they die.

Well, I’ll solidify this stuff gradually.

“And then, it’s gotta be strength, right?”

A villain was someone who imposes their will.

A weak villain was nothing but a pest who just converted their weakness into attacks on others.

What I want to become was, like, a cool villain with a fearless vibe.

“…Strength. But my Gift was called trash… I guess I have to train steadily?”

Right now, in the sanctuary, the other reincarnated people besides me were apparently taking something called a profession aptitude test.

Besides Gifts, there’s also something called “professions,” which determine your talent and aptitude—

“Huh…? Somehow this system feels familiar, or I’ve heard of it.”

Unique talents determined innately, Gifts.

“Professions” that indicate talents and aptitudes.

All of those are apparently determined by one’s “Origin.”

“It’s like Life Field…”

[…Must be my imagination. There’s no one among this batch of reincarnators who can hear Navi’s voice either. …Let’s continue synchronization. But if I could talk with someone… hmm… what kind of character should I go with? Right, here I should go with a mysterious mastermind mysterious-type navigation message… like, I should keep emotions subdued… should I call them “mortal” or something?]

“No, there’s definitely something here. Who is it?”

[…Eh? I-it’s my imagination, right? This is that thing, right? That thing chuunibyou kids do where they fantasize like “I know you’re reading my mind!” right?]

“Your understanding of chuunibyou is high… But I’m in an abnormal situation where I’ve been isekai reincarnated and reborn as a kid. I won’t be surprised by something like this.”

[Eh, th-the conversation is working…?]

“Well, I can hear your voice. …Who are you?”

[…Ahem. —Mortal, well done hearing my voice. I am—]

“Is that a mysterious mastermind mysterious-type navigation message roleplay? Nice.”

[…Sob.]

Huh, they went quiet.

Did I do something wrong?

…Let’s go along with it as much as I can.

“—Wh-who’s there!? Where are you!?”

No, is this too forced?

Can’t expect acting ability or ad-libbing from Mob A.

[!! F-fufufu. Mortal, fear not. I have been watching you all along… quite impressive.]