Aggressive Predator: If I'm Reborn, I'll attack every girl
Chapter 31: The "Down and Dirty" Problem

Chapter 31: The "Down and Dirty" Problem

The magic Alexander 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..."

"Ether..." Yam, equally shocked, completed the sentence.

For the first time in ages, Yam wore no smirk. He wasn’t jesting. He was gravely serious.

He turned his head toward the woman seated calmly on a rock, flanked by a butler and a maid.

"Vaelora," he called, "I would greatly appreciate it if you initiated an [Isolated Area] over the range of this city."

Vaelora had been watching everything unfold—silently, patiently, waiting for a moment to strike. But that moment never came.

She knew the Blue Beast was watching her... even without eyes.

"Are you sure," she asked, brows furrowed, "that I shouldn’t be joining this fight? At this point?"

Alexander bent his head slightly.

"You are highly welcome to join as well. I care not, if that is your wish,"

his voice dropped lower, vibrating with menace—

"I shall mark my moniker on the city with your entrails. Trust me."

A twitch ran through Vaelora’s jaw. Cold sweat slid down her spine.

"He’s not joking, Vaelora," Yam warned, his voice hollow. His eyes... no longer smiling.

(Ah. Thank God he got the clue. I don’t think I can handle any more monsters.)

Then Yam switched to mental communication:

[He’s shown us just now that strength isn’t something he has to work for—it’s like a deep pool of power he can fetch from whenever he wants.] – Yam

[All the more reason for me to participate. I’m one of the Twelve Pillars too. Allow me to—] – Vae

[I said no! I need you to remain outside the {Isolated Area}. Because, I’ll be honest with you, I cannot guarantee my life—I might not survive this storm. So we’ll need a witness for strategy in case that happens. This battle will no doubt scar this city... So... Please.] – Yam

[Goodness, Yam. Just say you don’t want me to get hurt.] – Vae

She glanced at Alexander again, squinting with disdain.

"Fine, I’ll do it," she agreed. "But please make sure this menace is destroyed as soon as possible... Maybe after this, we could get down and dirty again."

(...Eh...? Down and dirty, as in... Down and dirty...?)

From that last statement, Alexander’s mind turned to mush.

The colossal virgin felt such a violent surge of jealousy and rage toward the handsome Yam that it surpassed the hatred even his curse gave him for the demons.

"ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!"

He let out a horrifying, guttural scream steeped in ethereal madness.

The butler and maid beside Vaelora immediately covered their ears, their faces twisting in extreme discomfort.

Soon after, their knees buckled.

Vaelora turned, surprised.

"Donnie! Mai!"

But they managed a weak signal with their hands to show they were alright.

Vaelora raised her arm—and a greenish staff emerged, the tip wide like an uneven club, with a silver string tied near the top.

She quickly began tracing glistening characters and symbols in the air, the marks spinning and morphing as she chanted ancient words.

Then, a wave—invisible to the naked eye—washed over everything.

When it cleared, only Alexander, Yam, and Arahabaki remained.

The [Isolated Area] had been formed: a mirrored realm of the world, entirely sealed off. If one stretched their senses, they’d realize this new space extended over the entire City of Dokai, but no further.

Here, the three could go all out.

No holding back. No innocents to shield. No limits.

A literal slaughterhouse for the weak.

Arahabaki lowered his stance, katana gleaming above his eye.

"Sā, hajimeyō..." he said in an archaic tone.

"Let us begin... the extermination of our mutual future problem."

***

From the mountain, Arahabaki swung.

A blue silhouette shot forward in a straight line, smashing into a skyscraper.

CRASH!

The impact was so intense it tore through the structure like a wrecking ball. From inside, a roar rang out. A red light flashed—most of the building exploded outward.

Through the debris and smoke, Alexander’s [Jericho] form emerged, arms stretched in a cross.

He looked down. Arahabaki was closing in at high speed.

Before Alexander could act, Yam struck him from above and slammed him downward.

As he fell, Arahabaki intercepted, slicing upward with his sword. Alexander flew back into the air.

Yam was waiting. He slashed again. But this time, Alexander’s arm turned red and blocked the hit. The clash sent out a shockwave, shattering windows several blocks away.

Alexander landed—but Arahabaki was already there, blade swinging.

A red substance flowed across Alexander’s hands, forming red blades. He clashed with Arahabaki in a rapid exchange of strikes and counters.

A green flash approached from behind. Yam aimed for Alexander’s flank. Alexander blocked mid-fight, shifting one hand to parry without looking.

He held his own against both of them. His movements were fast and sharp, using strength and instinct to compensate for lack of experience. [GOD] and combat data fired through his brain as he fought.

The ground cracked under them. Walls were shredded. Blades collided in a blur of red, jade, and White.

Then Alexander’s [GOD] blade dissolved back into his hand. With both palms red, he caught their next strikes directly.

The ground split open from the impact.

He began to spin. Fast.

His arms stretched unnaturally with each rotation, dragging Yam and Arahabaki with him. Their bodies smashed into walls, poles, and cars.

The spin accelerated until the three of them blurred together. Massive chunks of the street and nearby buildings were torn up by the force.

Alexander let go.

Yam and Arahabaki were sent flying, crashing down the road in opposite directions.

Yam slammed his legs into the pavement to stop, skidding with sparks and tearing up asphalt.

But Alexander was already there—an SUV in hand.

Yam tensed.

’Car crashes won’t do me much harm,’ he reasoned, ’But I’ll use the destruction as ground to layer my own—’

GBAAAM!

Too late. The SUV smashed into him, crushing his body and launching him through several blocks. [GOD] extended through the vehicle and Yam took the hit at full power.

A haze behind Alexander.

It was Arahabaki. He swung his katana at point-blank range.

CLANG!

The strike gouged the earth and nearby walls, but Alexander’s back shimmered red. [GOD] had activated again. The blade bounced off.

Alexander’s hands surged with red liquid, reshaping into twin, intricately designed, short swords.

He and Arahabaki resumed their clash. Every movement dug into the ground, every strike tore pieces off buildings.

Their battle was deadly. Any regular human would have been obliterated by the first wave of strikes.

Yam charged from behind—but Alexander had already seen it. His [God Eyes] scanned the battlefield with a full 360° view.

Alexander created space between himself and Arahabaki, then slammed his palms together with such force that a shockwave erupted, expanding the gap even further as the ground rattled with destruction.

From the dust, Alexander appeared before Yam, and before he could fully react, drove his fist into his chest.

Yam had crossed his arms to block, but was nonetheless sent flying far into the horizon.

Arahabaki came from behind.

Alexander brought his arm down in a hammer slam—Arahabaki swung his katana upward and sliced off both fists.

It was a diversion.

Alexander moved in, his head glowing red as he mercilessly slammed it into Arahabaki’s face with a BAM!

Arahabaki dove into a tall building, crashing like an aircraft.

A green star—

With force, Yam had returned from the sky, his blades coming down at Alexander.

Alexander looked up, his Jericho face gathering so much [GOD] power that veins riddled it.

Then—

BZZZZZZZTTTTTT!

A large flash of red beam with black hues shot out toward Yam.

Somehow, Yam managed to twist himself out of harm’s way.

But the energy was so intense, so destructive, that subtle cracks began to surface in the atmosphere.

"It’s the red one," Arahabaki muttered.

"I realize. It’s bad for us," Yam replied.

Then the battle continued:

But this time around, Yam and Arahabaki’s skill seemed to level up.

Their cooperation melded so well one would think they had been fighting together for ages.

A major disadvantage for Alexander, who found himself caught in the center—being slammed like a volleyball.

They struck back carefully but violently, evading any attack that had red substance, and delivering their greatest blows when he remained blue.

Yam slashed at Alexander’s head, and as the head was swinging back, Arahabaki bent and swept Alexander off his feet with a low kick.

Alexander’s balance was off—he was slanting in mid-air, a bad position that gave way for the flurry of passes between Yam and Arahabaki.

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!

The two warriors began to send Alexander to and fro with both sword and fist, giving him no time to calculate his next red attack.

But Alexander suddenly spun in mid-air like a blender’s blade, blue myriad tentacles jutting out of him.