{The rationalist - Shuji Katayama}

I've been cursed or blessed with a strange condition depending on how you view it; in my second reincarnation of this world, I've been either blessed or cursed depending on how you see it. Many will say that my condition is a total curse, but from the perspective of convenience, I consider it a blessing.

It is true that I cannot use magical powers at all and never will be able to, but that comes with its heavy side effects, which are honestly more beneficial than many would expect; for example, anything created by magical power, including fire, will never damage me.

I've also reincarnated into the body of a tiny vampire girl of all races, which means I've got to feed off human blood and flesh, but I also get to live longer if vampires work in the same way they do in my world. As a benefit of having an anti-magical barrier around me, I also can't die via light magic, which technically makes me immortal and, therefore, the perfect killing machine.

The only thing I've got to worry about is physical weapons that can damage me, but even that isn't a big deal, as my wounds heal extremely quickly, meaning that my vampire abilities are not tied to magical power. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to use regeneration like that, which would make the whole package even better.

If you're wondering what happened to the werewolves that ran away from me, you don't have to worry about them anymore, as they have all given me a great rush of energy with their blood. I couldn't get a hold of myself once I got a taste of blood. All I could think of was how to get more, so I let my instincts take over, ending with several werewolves' deaths.

The euphoria from tasting blood could become a serious problem if I don't find a way to control my bloodlust once my tongue gets a taste of some blood. The way I chased after those men and then proceeded to murder them one by one is not like me at all; that feral me isn't the real me but an animal I must learn to control.

I have been a little disappointed with the whole reincarnation thing before, but right now, I'm excited about it. If there's a way for me to become the first person to create some sort of gun or automated machinegun of any kind, then I will be leagues ahead of the competition.

Think about it: if the people of this world still rely on the use of magical powers to win battles and work hard, then my mere existence threatens their way of life; it's nothing short of amazing! I could hold the powers that be hostage so that I may live a comfortable life in a palace for the rest of my life.

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Yet, was that what I wanted to do? I mean, why not go back to living like a hikikomori? Had I changed after reincarnating, or was I just pretending the whole time? I mean, that idea of just pressuring people into sustaining my lazy lifestyle indeed sounded a lot like something my old self would think of.

There's for sure something wrong with my thought process now that I've reincarnated, but I can't pinpoint why. I'm a little more considerate and think more in the long term instead of an immediate solution, almost like. It couldn't be. Did the sex change also mess up with my psychology? Was there anything I could do to reverse the damage?

I do have the brain wiring of a girl at the moment, so was that the reason I thought of the world differently? Is that why I'm not such a scum bag and irresponsible as always? There seems to be more to the female mind than I had expected; it's almost like I'm not myself anymore; I can't go through with such a scummy plan like that. Even though I think it's a good pitch, it's too cruel.

What the fuck was I thinking? Too cruel? Screw this world. Who cared about it!? I got raped and drugged for who knows how many years in my first reincarnation, yet I'm supposed to feel bad for the people of this world?! Yet, I mean, most of the people left me alone; punishing everyone for the misdeeds of others wouldn't make moral sense.

"AHHHH!!" A scream of discomfort leaves me since I can no longer contain my agony. The pressure of thinking differently regarding moral issues was troubling me. How can I be myself if I'm not myself anymore? I can't go along with my old thought process. It's hideous!

Following the scream, I get down to my knees, followed by the placement of my hands against my head, which hurt from all the thoughts I was having in there. How can I make sure my next reincarnation is a male body? How could I think of that when it's not even 100% certain I will reincarnate again?

"Fuck!" I once again screamed while standing up from the floor just so I could begin to walk back home to where my dead mother was. It wasn't like I cared about Mother, but rationally speaking, there must be some sort of map home, something that could help me get to society because I would die out here alone. I had no fucking clue how to survive in the wilderness.

The problem of my fucked up mind could wait, and I could live with it for a while, but the biggest problem wasn't that the bigger issue was my survival. Even if I've reincarnated as a girl twice now, this second reincarnation could be the best out of all worlds; not only am I beautiful, but I'm also superhuman by natural means.

I still didn't know if things like the sun would be a weakness, but it didn't really matter. As long as I had the will to continue living, I could be sure I would be okay with some sort of solution to that problem. Minutes later, walking back, I finally reached my 'house,' where I found exactly what I thought I would see.

My mother lay dead on the floor, mauled to death by those brutes. I didn't feel much at first, but for whatever reason, my eyes watered out a little once I saw her, and then a moral obligation began to invade my mind. Even if I didn't have a chance to bond with her, she was still my mother in a way; I couldn't leave her like that; I at least had to give her a proper burial.