Aggressive Predator: If I'm Reborn, I'll attack every girl -
Chapter 30: Baby’s First Bloodlust
Chapter 30: Baby’s First Bloodlust
Arahabaki turned his gaze to Alexander—who had somehow, stealthily, gained distance while they spoke.
"Are you referring to this blue fella?" Arahabaki asked, his shoulders dropping.
"So you truly are not him?"
"Hah!" Yam interjected.
"If by him you mean Alexander the Conqueror, then you’ve missed the mark. Certainly, they do seem alike—but there are things that carnage-worshipper would never do. For instance, trying to run away from battle the moment he sees a chance."
(Kyaaaahhhh, h-he knew?!)
"Me? Flee?" Alexander added with a scoff.
"Hmph. Your comedy truly needs refinement, human."
Yam continued, "Arahabaki, this thing—"
(Thing?!)
"—is a powerful monster of a new species, one I’ve decided to slay. So if you would excuse me, I’ll get back to it. We can continue trying to kill each other some other time."
"Foolish as always," Arahabaki scoffed. "You’ve been fighting it for a while now, and still never realized?"
Both Yam and Alexander (inside Jericho) blinked with confused expressions.
Arahabaki clarified,
"This is, in fact, no monster at all."
Yam looked again at Alexander’s blue form, shocked—while inside, Alexander flinched.
(Awawawawawawawa!! I’m going to be exposed?!)
Arahabaki continued,
"To begin with, everything has a soul. But this being didn’t seem to have one... until I sensed it briefly, the moment it landed here. Therefore, it’s either a mutated person, or something caused by necromancy of divine caliber."
(Pfft! Why was I even scared? Me? Mutated? Necromancy?)
Alexander gave a slight shake, then said:
"Both of you fools are wrong."
Arahabaki flinched. "Nani?!"
Well, he was closest to the truth.
Alexander was indeed human—or at least, could pass off as one. But his form wasn’t real. It was a manifestation of his skill.
"Fine," Arahabaki said, drawing his katana.
"If you are not my comrade-in-arms, I’m afraid I must eliminate you. Your strength is far too dangerous to be left unchecked. For a being that appeared mere hours ago from nowhere—you’re definitely trouble. Choose: join me, or die."
(Sigh. I’m tired of all this! Can’t they just let me go home? I even said I helped a woman down the street—can’t they realize I’m a good person? Ignoring the limbs, entrails, and corpses piled up down the mountain... Ah, I see. These guys are not going to let me go.)
"Silence, lone samurai," Alexander bent his "head" toward Arahabaki.
"Only I shall carve my own path. Do not make me angry—instead, if you wish to attempt control, I will make certain I ruin you."
"Haha!" Yam laughed out loud.
"Yes! I love this—it’s been so very long. Well, it’s basically decided: kill everyone you don’t recognize as an ally. It’s an all-you-can-eat buffet!"
Using that as a signal, the three of them dashed with incredible force and speed—and collided.
The moment they made contact, the mountain groaned in protest. The ground beneath them cracked and shattered, and the shockwave was strong enough to uproot massive trees.
Alexander’s [Jericho]-formed hand was shaped like an intricate blade, aimed at Yam.
Yam countered with his own weapon, his right hand stretched outward to strike at Arahabaki.
Arahabaki, in turn, had tried to slash Alexander with his katana—but Alexander caught the blade with his left blue limb. It still sank in, partially lodged.
Meanwhile, Arahabaki caught Yam’s blade between two fingers of his left hand.
Their arms trembled with force as they stared each other down—each one calculating how best to end the others.
Alexander, meanwhile—
(Achaaa! What have I gotten myself into?! My baby body’s getting tired already! I want to sleeee—YAWWNN—eeeep!!)
---
The three-way slash-off began in earnest.
It was brutal.
Everyone was slashing at everything, swinging wildly in a storm of blades and intent.
Arahabaki moved with the grace and fluidity of a master swordsman.
Yam, with ballistic power and explosive force—enough to shatter a lump of diamond.
Alexander? He was just trying not to get his baby body shredded, dodging like his life depended on it—because it did.
He managed to keep up... but took more slashes than anyone could reasonably survive. Anyone normal, that is.
And then—
It all turned dark.
Arahabaki zoomed in and grabbed Alexander’s [Jericho]-formed arm.
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Alexander couldn’t move.
He could only watch—as the moonlight glinted off Arahabaki’s katana—and the blade came swiping straight toward his torso.
(Shit! Shit! Shit!)
Alexander hardened [Jericho] immediately.
It struck.
Crack!
The next moment, the blade slid through like scissors through weak wool—His blue form was cleaved clean in half from the center.
The force was so surgical, everything behind Alexander—stretching 30 meters back—was also sliced through.
The blue mass trembled violently, twitching.
Arahabaki leapt away, while he and Yam stood observing.
Like a morphing blob of flesh, Alexander’s form wriggled unnaturally—like a dying earthworm...
But soon, it began to reform—stretching, bubbling, crawling back into its former menacing shape.
Whole again.
Yam grinned.
"I knew it’d take more than that to kill you," he thought, taking a confident step forward...
But in the very next moment—
(I... just have to kill them, right?)
The blue form’s eyes flared crimson.
VIBRATION.
Arahabaki gritted his teeth, quickly shifting into a defensive stance.
Yam instinctively let go of his jade blades, his eyes wide in shock.
Because:
Both Arahabaki and Yam now had gaping, fist-sized holes riddling their bodies—as if something round, searing, and invisible had burned right through them.
***
Yam shook his head and blinked, examining himself.
He realized:
"What? I sustained no injury... Then was all that I felt just... bloodlust? Amazing."
Arahabaki also released his breath and observed his body.
"How terrifying... It’s been two millennia since a person’s raw killing intent made me believe I had already lost."
---
Before this, Alexander—the possessor of such immense murderous intent—
(Ah, thank God! If I wasn’t a small baby right now, I would’ve been cut in half... Makes me a bit angry though... I... just have to kill these two, right?)
His pure killing intent burst forth with such ferocity, it rattled the bones not just of the two handsome warriors before him, but of every soul within the city of Dokai—and even the nearby towns.
Even ordinary, unawakened humans began to feel an unnatural chill crawl up their spines—one completely unlike the cold of the night.
[Note: This type of bloodlust occurs when mana is fused with intent, and the emotion flows unrestrained.]
(No, no, no! Can I even kill these two?! I’m the one who’s going to get squashed! But there’s no way out... I’ll just have to adapt to their attacks, stay alert, and run away when the opportunity presents itself. For now, let me shift into a more durable, battle-ready form.)
With that thought, the large blue mass of [Jericho] began to recede—compressing itself into a more compact, defined silhouette: the shape of a man.
A towering blue figure, with eyes glowing a deadly crimson.
Alexander had begun to grasp the true nature of his abilities—gradually mastering the power of imagination and gaining finer control over [Jericho], which, though potent, was easier to handle than [GOD].
---
"Yam..." Arahabaki squinted. "This is bad. For both of us."
"I realize," Yam said, his expression a strange mix of astonishment and glee.
"Someone like this... I’ve been yearning for, for a great many years."
Arahabaki gave Alexander a sidelong glance.
"If this individual continues to exist, it’ll cause a great deal of trouble for both sides. Let us cease fire—for tonight—and eliminate him together."
(Eh?! No fair!)
Yam was quiet, thinking.
Arahabaki added, "I assume the goddess Asherah would also support such an alliance."
"Don’t say her name, you rat," Yam snapped.
"Nevertheless, I understand your reasoning. It’s been two thousand years since I last felt... dead, yet alive."
He sighed. The jade swords flew back into his hands from the ground like loyal hounds.
"I would’ve loved to play with it... then dispose of it at my leisure.
But it’s proving to be an apocalypse-level threat."
Yam turned to Alexander, eyes glinting with uncharacteristic sadness.
"Forgive me, my friend... I’ll have to start fighting for real now—
fighting like a defender of the world."
Both Yam and Arahabaki began to pulse with overwhelming energy—dense and malicious—throwing the entire city into confusion and dread.
{Master... I believe you understand now...}
(...)
{What do you want to do? There’s an unbypassable obstacle before you—
One you can only brute force your way through.
So... what do you want to do?}
Alexander bent his head to the ground, then slowly looked up—gazing at the stars overhead.
(Hmmm... I truly... have been reincarnated into another world, huh?
This place... is not the Earth I once knew.)
"I see how it is—you both show palpable fear of my strength..." Alexander said, his voice still rumbling like distant thunder.
"Then it is only fair I respond in kind, no? Only fair... that I hold nothing back and attack in earnest, even if the world collapses, yes?"
Slowly, Alexander’s hand curled into a fist.
"However, I will warn the both of you... Even I know not the depth of my own power. Enjoy."
{Unleash hell, Master.}
With that final word, a deep boom resonated—not from a crashing object or a distant explosion, but from the force of raw energy erupting from his form.
The magic he had long suppressed—how he even stored that much in such a tiny body is a mystery—was released fully by the amateur baby.
Any strong mortal lingering in the vicinity would’ve been reduced to particles.
A black fog—his power—flooded the entire mountain within seconds. And it didn’t stop. It spread, spilling into the horizon like a raging storm.
"Oh no..." Arahabaki muttered, eyes wide. "Is this..."
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