The Ordinary Sorcerer's Fun Otherworld Villain Play - Chapter 4 - Village Life Begins!

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“You brats! Put more spirit into tilling the field! Don’t rest!”

One week had passed since then. At this point, I generally understood this world, or rather, my position in this world.

This world also didn’t escape the standard template isekai. In modern knowledge terms, it’s a medieval feudal caste-loving shit world.

“You homeless are eating thanks to who!? That’s right! Thanks to this Granny Grelod, right!?”

“””Yes, Miss Grelod.”””

The old hag’s voice echoing across the field. Children in tattered clothing weakly responding.

Homeless.

This world was apparently a shit fantasy world where war never ceased.

Well, I haven’t asked Navi about the details, and there’s no internet, so I don’t know much.

But normally, there were kids overflowing with no parents or homes.

The village I was in, Holga Village.

There was no kind institution like an orphanage here, so if you didn’t work as a serf for a shit hag with land like this, you couldn’t eat.

“What are you doing! Takihito! Even though you’re a reincarnator, with trash like a G-rank Gift, don’t you dare slack off!”

“Yes ma’am, Grelod.”

“What’s with that way of talking! Call me Granny Grelod!”

“Hag.”

“That’s worse! Are you mocking me!?”

Well, like this, I was also being worked to the bone by a mean shit hag, not escaping the standard homeless life.

As I was aiming to be a villain, I needed this kind of unfortunate past.

Accumulating hatred for the world in places like this, eventually the villain will bare their fangs at the world…!

“Geez, this brat alone… if Lady Snow wasn’t taking a strange interest…”

“Ah, hag. The hoe broke. Give me a new one.”

“Why would that be the case!!”

Besides, this serf life wasn’t all bad.

[Tilled the field. Experience added to cultivation skill.]

[Experience added to strength.]

Vmmm.

A message and voice flowed into my vision.

Like a common production in games.

“Navi, show me the status.”

[Status Open]

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Name: Kasutani Taikihito

Level: ####

Strength: 11

Intelligence: 3

Spirit: 10

Stamina: 12

Skills: “Cultivation”, “Status Screen”, “Gaming Mind”

Profession: ???

Gift: G-rank [Spell Creation]

Possessed Spells: [Hundredfold Zodiac Overlap Curse Technique] [Decisive Battle Spell: Amano-Iwato]

Origin: Cursed Life (Second Time)

Event in Progress: Days in Holga Village

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“Yes!! Strength went up by 1!!”

The standard isekai template Status Open.

When you actually do this, it’s a bit moving.

Because all your current power and capabilities were completely visualized, you know?

Just now, thanks to seriously doing the shit hag’s field work, the stat called strength went up by 1.

“Even 1 raises my tension… In reality, even when I did strength training, I couldn’t even tell if it was effective…”

My efforts were visible in numbers.

This had an effect on my motivation beyond imagination.

“…”

“……”

“…Uu, uuu, Mother…”

“I want to die…”

The other homeless people continuing to till the field with dying faces. Only I enthusiastically continued swinging the newly received hoe.

Probably, in this world, if you do something, experience is added to the corresponding stat.

If you do field work, you gain “strength.”

Isn’t that wonderful!

Just like a game.

Anyway, during the day it’s like this, a highly praised serf life. Steadily moving my body to raise basic stats.

I like leveling up with little tasks in the early game too. And so, while I was spending my time like this, there were various people in this village.

Us homeless were like the lowest caste like slaves, then there were the common villagers, and—

Yeah, people like those guys.

“Hey, look, those homeless slave bastards.”

“I sure don’t wanna end up like that. But really, is there seriously a reincarnator like us among them?”

“There is. Right, Shougo?”

“Yeah, there’s one shit-talking trash bastard.”

“That G-rank Gift trash, right? Don’t lump us together, seriously.”

Kids with somewhat good appearances came to the field. Cool mantles and clean clothes. The kind that would be at a magic school.

“Hey! You trash! We came to play again today!”

Probably several of them are tier 1.5 guys from my former classmates. I couldn’t remember all their names, but they looked familiar.

In this village, all children born 10 years ago were apparently called “children of prophecy” and become hero candidates for the empire.

I think they said something like that at the Gift recognition ceremony in the sanctuary I was kicked out of.

“We came to practice magic and combat training! Be grateful, scum!”

“Be thankful that we hero candidates are paying attention to you trash!”

“Hi-Hiii. Y-young masters, nice weather again today. B-but, training… using such trash as your practice partners is a bit… there’s still farm work remaining…”

Eh… Granny Grelod…?

Did she cover for us?

Is she actually a good person…?

Sorry, I misunderstood you.

When the time comes to leave the village, I’ll have to take you off the kill list—

“Hag, here’s money. Shut up.”

“He, hehehe… take your time.”

The kid flicked a gold coin with his thumb and the old woman picked it up.

She scurried off somewhere. Hag. You’re staying on the list after all.

Well, but either way, it’s useless to say anything to a hag with little time left. More than the hag, what I should worry about is.

“Hey!! We knight apprentices are going to educate you homeless!”

“Today I learned new magic in training, and I want a practice target.”

“Don’t worry! We’ll try not to kill you! We’re hero candidates after all!”

“Hii…”

“O-onee-chan…”

“I-it’s okay, it’s going to be okay.”

“Th-they’ll kill us…”

“No… scary…”

The homeless orphans cowered and hung their heads. Compared to the homeless who could barely get daily meals, those kids.  They could eat three meals a day and received specialized education.

What was half-hearted teasing to them, was life-threatening to the homeless. A sister-type homeless girl shielding her little brother from their gazes. Homeless crouching on the spot trembling.

Here too, that’s right. Mobs and the weak were always being robbed.

“Hehe, look at them.”

“Heeey, can’t you listen to us hero candidates?”

“I got a good idea, what if we just make them all targets for magic? I’ve been wanting to try the offensive magic I learned today.”

“Onee-chan…”

“…Rude, stay quiet here, okay? No matter what happens, don’t move.”

“…No! Onee-chan, don’t go!”

The sister-type homeless with a pale face, raising her trembling hand—

“Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes! Me, I’ll do it!!”

Can’t let that happen!

That was close, I can’t let someone else have such a delicious event.

“Eh… you…”

“Stay back. Stay with your brother.”

“Eh… ah, yes.”

Good good, glad it didn’t turn into a competition. I like people who understand.

“””…You, huh.”””

The kids made slightly disgusted faces.

Actually, this wasn’t the first time these guys have come to lynch.

They come at a pace of about three times a week, picking out random homeless to beat up.

I was normally getting beaten at first too.

When I got punched in the face, I thought about killing them, but now it’s different.

Because—

“Shit!! Today for sure, I’m making you cry! Stand up! Homeless!!”

“Yes!”

“Do it! Shougo!!”

“The new ‘offensive magic’ I learned today!!”

The air contracted. The kid pointed his conductor-like wand at me.

[Player, offensive magic incoming. One verse.]

“Bolog!!”

KABOOM!!

Impact.

The moment the kid swung his wand.

The sensation of being smacked by a huge frying pan assaulted my body.

The world spun, taste of dirt, pain. Blown away.

“Alright! How’s that! Trash homeless! Even a creepy guy like you—”

[Received attack by magic. Stamina increased by 1.]

[Gift auto-activates.]

[“Gift: Spell Creation” curse list updated. New “impact spell” added.]

[This spell cannot be used alone.]

This! This!

Every time I get beaten by these guys, something gets added to my Gift.

I don’t really get it, but collecting this stuff is fun!

Plus, my stats went up.

“Haha.”

Laughter welled up.

I did it.

With this, I got closer to being a villain again.

“This guy, again, laughing…! Don’t mess with me! Don’t laugh! You homeless, trash Gift bastard!”

“H-hey. He took Shougo’s magic head-on, but he’s normally standing back up…”

“That guy’s got a trash Gift, right? Unlike us, he was kicked out of the sanctuary, so he hasn’t taken the profession test or hero training…”

“Huh…? Isn’t he manipulating mana?”

“No way, right? Because mana manipulation for body enhancement is advanced technique that only Lady Snow and Aki can do.”

Yeah.

As expected.

That sensation of circulating heat through my body.

When I was doing that, somehow my body became quite sturdy.

[Specific action cleared. Acquired skill “mana: Enhancement Type”]

Oh. I did it.

I got a good power.

Could this mana be that heat-like thing?

“Kehii.”

Fantasy world, fun!

“H-he’s laughing…”

“Why can he still stand?”

“H-hey, Shougo. Aren’t you going too easy?”

The kids looked panicked.

Oh! I heard it!

He’s apparently holding back!

Which means he can attack stronger, meaning! Hints of further leveling up!

“Next.”

“Huh…?”

“Next. No need to hold back. Do it seriously—knight apprentice hero.”

Courtesy is important, right?

I’m the one asking a favor here.

“Tch!! Shit.”

Oh, tier 1.5, that baseball club-type kid made a scary face. Is he okay? That’s not a face a 10-year-old kid should make.

“Rodom Bolga Bolog!!”

“Geh, a three-verse incantation!?”

“Crap! Run! We’ll get caught up!”

“Th-the instructor will beat the crap out of us!”

The tier 1.5 guy swinging his wand.

The air contracted and screamed. Magic is awesome!!

Feels like a good hit is coming!

The hero candidate going all out.

The creepy mob taking it.

Sounds like a villain! Plus the mysterious type!

“Get blown away!! Homeless trash!!”

“—Not bad.”

Impact, but I got used to it. Wrapping mana around my skin and spreading it, just that—

“…No way.”

“Why is this homeless still standing…”

“Hi, hii…”

The kids lost their composure and sat down on the spot.

Kehii.

“Now then, it’s my turn next…”

“L-look, Shougo, sh-shouldn’t we run?”

“M-maybe that guy really isn’t normal… come to think of it, w-wasn’t there a homeless somewhere that Lady Snow cares about… c-could it be him…”

“Idiot! C-can we run away scared of homeless trash! Come on, come at—GYAAA!?”

“Shougo!? I-in an instant, this far!?”

While wrapped in mana, I kicked off the ground at once. If I punch seriously, I’ll kill him, so gently.

But.

“Give me experience! Strength and stuff!”

“Burosu!?”

Without force, I punched!

The kid was blown away while drilling.

Yeah yeah. Do something, get it done back.

Natural providence, right?

Plus, if I beat these guys back like this, they might show me newer magic!

No, maybe a fatal event suitable for a villain will occur!

“Who’s next?”

“Hi, hii, hey! Carry Shougo! Shit! You think you can get away with doing this to us knight apprentices!”

“Y-you homeless, our families could expel you from the village if they got a little serious!”

“St-stop it! H-he’s chasing us. That guy’s crazy! L-let’s stop already…!”

The kids brilliantly spitting parting shots while running away. Hmm, well, if it really comes to that, I’ll deal with it then.

“Alright, back to field work.”

I shouldered the hoe again and heave-ho into the soil.

“A-amazing… he drove off the knight’s children again.”

“Wh-who is that child…?”

“I-I don’t know, there’s never been a child like that before.”

“O-onee-chan, th-that person, d-did he help us?”

“…Yes.”

This kind of serf & sandbag life was my daily routine. And my full-scale otherworld life was from nighttime.