“What’s with this pattern of reincarnation in another world…?”
Inside a shabby hut standing alone at the edge of the village.
In a cramped room full of drafts, I sit down.
After being enveloped in that light, things got terrible.
When I came to, I found myself inside a splendid church.
From there, the usual developments unfolded.
I wasn’t the only one; all my classmates from school had been gathered there.
Something about gifts and reincarnated heroes.
“…A gift, huh? Well, I can’t help but feel a bit excited.”
A gift.
It seems that everyone who turns ten in this world gains an ability referred to as such.
These gifts are categorized by usefulness, and it’s said that having a high-ranking gift determines a person’s value in this world.
“…Trash, huh?”
Yeah, that’s right.
I was out of luck.
My gift is Rank G.
It’s apparently the lowest class, the trash class.
Immediately after being called trash in the sanctuary, I was unceremoniously kicked out.
A Rank G gift is a symbol of misfortune in this world.
It’s said to be unworthy of the sacred selection rite.
“I want to sort out the situation, but there’s no denying it—I’ve reincarnated into another world.”
My name is Taki Hito Kasuya.
I’m a mob high school student continuing my second life.
However—
“…But that means I’ve become a child.”
I see my own face reflected in the dripping water from the leaks.
I look like a normal ten-year-old kid.
When we were gathered in the sanctuary, all my classmates were also in the form of children.
Amazing, right? That group of popular kids were all beautiful boys and girls even as children.
I’m just your typical mob face. Well, hello there, it’s been a while.
—Ah, it’s really been a while.
“But that raises a lot of questions. So, this is reincarnation into another world, right?”
I have no memories of spending time in this child’s body until I turned ten.
In many light novels, reincarnations often start as babies.
“But despite that, I still remember where my house is.”
I have a lot to think about.
I lie down on the dilapidated floor.
- Reincarnation into another world, or transfer?
- Kids who look a lot like my classmates.
- My gift, which was labeled trash.
“Wait, but it feels a bit more fun than I thought…”
One outcast treated as trash among a talented group…
I guess that makes me a villain with a sad past, huh? Nice!
“…Could it be that in this world, I might actually become someone other than a mob character?”
The situation is set.
There’s a kind of atmosphere of persecution.
An outcast’s gift.
Another world.
I could somewhat understand that from the village scenery.
After all, there were beastmen with animal ears.
And the carriage was pulled by something that looked like a giant lizard.
Plus, in the fields, there was a girl who looked like a magician watering the plants with water from her staff.
“Magic exists too…”
So this is a template otherworld like those in light novels or anime.
What if those gifts and such are special powers?
My gift.
That name evaluated by the gigantic crystal in the sanctuary was…
“G-Rank Gift—’Spell Creation'”
I mutter the name of my gift.
At that moment…
Buzzz…
Something flowed through me.
Is this heat coursing through my body via my veins?
“Huh?”
Before I knew it, something appeared in my palm.
A black sphere.
A black sphere the size of a ping-pong ball.
“Whoa!! What is this?!”
It slowly melted and changed shape.
“Letters…?”
【G-Rank Gift “Spell Creation”】
【Creation, storage, and use of curse techniques are possible】
【Affected by debuffs from battle techniques】
【Initial owned technique: “Zodiac Hundred Scenes” (Chou Fukujuhou)】
The black sphere in my palm transformed into letters, and then…
“Whoa?!”
“Chuu, chuu!”
What the heck is this?!
The black sphere in my palm turned into letters, and then…
“A rat…?”
“Chuu!”
A super deformed rat appeared from my palm.
It looked like something a child without any artistic skill drew with crayons.
“What the heck is this?!”
“Chuu?”
“…Could it be you’re what they call my gift?”
“Chuu…?”
Squish.
The rat suddenly burst and disappeared.
Is there a time limit?
“…Amazing. What is this?”
One thing became clear.
I might be able to use something like magic.
“…If I train something like this, I might really become able to play the role of a villain…”
I really don’t want to be a mob character anymore.
I don’t want to die alone; I want someone to remember me.
But I know my personality is twisted.
I’m bad at talking to others, and I have no friends.
So, there’s nothing else I can do.
It might be pointless and wrong.
But I’ve already made up my mind.
“I’m going to seriously aim to be a villain.”
《Player, can you already handle your gift? That’s interesting. However… Zodiac Hundred Scenes…? Such a technique doesn’t exist in Life Field…》
…Huh? Did I just hear something?
No, it must be my imagination.
There’s no one here but me in this small hut with just a floor and walls.
Well, whatever.
Let’s think about being a villain.
What does a villain need?
Money, power, charisma…
“No, it’s aesthetics, isn’t it?”
The various entertainments I’ve encountered in my second life.
Cool villains have aesthetics and a sense of style.
The best kind of villain is one who takes in the atmosphere that makes the audience mourn when they die.
Well, I guess I can solidify that later.
“And of course, strength is important.”
A villain should assert themselves.
A weak villain is just a nuisance who turns their own weakness into an attack on others.
What I want to be is a cool villain who exudes a certain charm.
“…Strength. But my gift was called trash… I guess I’ll just have to work hard at it?”
Right now, it seems that the others who reincarnated have been taking some kind of occupational aptitude test at the sanctuary.
Aside from gifts, there’s also something called “occupations,” which determines one’s talents and aptitudes—
“Huh…? Wait a minute, this system feels familiar, or rather, it sounds familiar.”
Gifts that are supposedly predetermined from birth.
Occupations that indicate talents and aptitudes.
It seems that all of these are determined by “birth.”
“It’s like Life Field…”
《…It’s just your imagination. None of the reincarnated have heard the voice of the navigator. …Let’s continue to synchronize. But if we could talk… Hmmm… What kind of character should we go for? Perhaps I should keep it as a mysterious black cloak navigation message… and keep my emotions a bit restrained… Maybe I’ll call you ‘mortal’ or something…》
“Wait, there’s definitely someone here. Who are you?!”
《…Huh? Is it just my imagination? It’s like, you know, that thing where a middle schooler thinks they can read minds and ends up just imagining it, right?》
“Your understanding of chuunibyou is high… But I won’t be surprised by something like this since I’m currently in the abnormal situation of being reborn as a child in another world.”
《W-Wait, are we actually having a conversation…?》
“Well, I can hear your voice. …Who are you?”
《…Ahem. —Mortal, you have heard my voice well. I am—》
“Is this the mysterious black cloak navigation message role-play? I like it.”
《…Sob…》
Oh, they went quiet.
Did I do something wrong?
…Should I just go along with it as far as I can?
“—Who are you?! Where are you?!”
No, is that a bit too much?
I’m just a mob A, and being asked to show acting skills or improv is a bit much.
《!! F-Fufufufu. Mortal, do not be afraid. I have been watching you for a long time… Quite impressive.》
It seems like I pulled it off.
They sound somewhat satisfied.
That earlier monologue mentioned something that caught my interest.
