Aggressive Predator: If I'm Reborn, I'll attack every girl-Chapter 29: I’m a Literal Baby!

"I will always love you. Goodbye." was Shizuka’s last message to her vice...

"Sir? Sir?!"

One of the agents nearby called out, alarmed.

Benimaru stood frozen, tears streaming from his eyes, snot covering his face, his gaze locked somewhere far, far away.

"Why...? Just... why?"

That was all he could say.

He had lost his wife, his unborn child, and his childhood friend—

All in one single night.

But this is how it is.

In the supernatural world, nothing is safe.

Death hovers. It creeps around every corner.

The strong prevail. The weak die.

There is no morality there.

The powerful take everything.

The powerful are always right.

*

ALEXANDER

(I don’t like this, Sera.)

{Master, you don’t have to like it. If there’s an insect blocking your path—and there will always be one—it is only fair and right that you swat it away. This Jade Blade individual is strong. If you don’t fight to kill, Master, you will be killed.}

Sera and I were having an argument... about murdering humans.

This slasher guy—yeah, he’s a psychopath however you spin it. And he seems very intent on killing me.

Not to mention, everything I try doesn’t work.

I did ask Sera to download every martial art in the world into my brain, but my lack of experience was making it all pretty useless against that guy.

No, no, no, no!

That guy can’t possibly pass off as human. Not even close.

And Sera wasn’t helping.

Echoing her murderous advice in my head like some devil’s apprentice.

Ultimately, I had to do it.

I had to take lives.

{I’m sure you realize this by now, Master, but if that elf joins the fray—you’ll be in serious trouble.}

(Argh! I know, I know! And she probably won’t give a stranger her number either.)

{Use [GOD]. Pave a way to escape. Cut these fools down. You’re backed up, after all.}

(Sera, you legitimately sound like the embodiment of opposition right now. Do you hate humans that much?)

{Hm? It’s not hate. I love watching arrogant mortals shrivel up and die for overstepping their boundaries, that’s all.}

Eventually, we reached an agreement—after Sera started laying threats.

{Master, my sole purpose now is to serve you. I WILL NOT SIT BACK AND WATCH YOU GET HURT.

If you don’t act, I will personally do something so monumental that this generation of mortals will never again—}

(Fine, fine, fine!! I’ll do it. And I’ll take responsibility for every soul that falls... But I have to warn them at least.)

{Futile. Humans in particular never listen to advice. But... it’s worth a shot.}

And wow, was she right.

They refused to let me go.

If I kept using my powers, I’d run out of energy and tire—then this guy would slice me up like bacon.

Mhm. I refuse.

I haven’t even dated my 400th girlfriend yet.

And I have a set time limit to die at age 40 already. It’d be embarrassing to end up being bodied at age freaking one!!

I gathered [GOD] around my baby form, still inside [Jericho]—turns out I can use two skills at once.

It wasn’t too hard to control, but when I imagined a whip to lash them with, it turned into something else.

Some red, thin line of doom... and with indifference, it passed through the area—slicing everything in its path.

Everything—except that elf’s barrier... and the attacker’s body.

What the hell is that guy made of?!

I turned my head slowly, staring at the chaos I’d just unleashed.

A man was staring, stunned, at the hand that had just been lopped off.

One woman in a black suit was trying to wake a colleague.

The ones who managed to defend or evade were already making frantic calls.

Limbs. Guts. Blood. Everywhere.

These guys... must’ve been in so much pain.

I never understood it till now, but...

Is it possible that I’m a dangerous person?

Nah.

I’m a literal baby.

I just have to be more careful from now on!

I asked Sera if these very-much-dead guys were going to reincarnate like me, and the answer was:

{Your case was extremely special: you had an abundance of mana stored away inside you, even in the other world. You’re more than eligible to become a Guardian Candidate.}

(So, these guys?)

{Their souls will be shared by the gods of death in this world. Some might end up in Valhalla, some might end up in a paradise somewhere. And after a time, my underlings will fetch their souls and reprocess them for reincarnation—cleansing them of all their memories and impurities as a new being.}

Ahhhhhh, hardcore divine stuff!

Okay, let’s get out of here before—

SMASHHHH!!

Shit!!

One moment I was nagging with Sera, and the next?

Everything started moving really fast, and somehow, I was logged into the side of the mountain—200 meters up.

Ah, I understand now!

I was slammed so hard I sped up the mountain and crashed.

As I hit the ground, the tremor made me loosen [Jericho] a bit, and just as I tried to reform it—

"「御身は征服者アレクサンダーにてあらせられるか?」

(Onmi wa seifukusha Arekusandā nite araserareru ka?)"

The voice of a man resounded so close to me, I could practically feel his eyes boring into my soul.

A different man... and...

(Sera, so far I’ve been understanding the language here, and folks have been understanding mine...)

{Okay?}

(How come I can discern that this samurai-dressed hot guy is speaking... Japanese?!!)

***

Alexander was sent crashing into the mountain.

There, he encountered a new face: a good-looking young man dressed in eastern military attire—armor, straw slippers, long black hair tied back in a ponytail—and with pitch-black sclera.

Friend or foe? Alexander couldn’t know yet, but—

{You realize he’s speaking a specific language?}

(Yes. He said "Are you Alexander the Conqueror?" But in what I understand to be Japanese.)

{You continue to surprise me, Master. You are indeed unique.}

(W-Well, my mother usually said the same thing, so, ehehe. But why do you say so?)

{The thing is, I organized your mind in a way that it can comprehend most languages and forms of communication—though with some side effects—so you might not have been able to differentiate between Japanese and even Chinese.}

(I see... Wait, what was that about side effec—)

{The man had actually spoken in Nappanese—a Japanese variation in this world. In fact, aside from the demons, the elf, and the other man that sent you flying, everyone else has been speaking Nappanese. Including Lily.}

(Eh? Really? I knew it was a language I didn’t understand, but I could get the meaning regardless.)

{Yes. This is a wonderful development for you as a reincarnate. Master, I believe you should enter life-threatening situations even more often! They seem to trigger unknown qualities in you!}

(Hm? How so?)

{At first, when you were born, you weren’t supposed to be able to stand on your own. And your bladder shouldn’t be this strong—very unfortunate, since I wanted to change your diapers. And let’s not forget the most important thing: you’re speaking without teeth.}

(GASP!!! WHAT?! Don’t just casually unearth plot holes like that! And wait a second, why is that even possible?!)

{Hm? Because Master is special?}

(No, no, no! That’s a lame excuse!)

In truth, Alexander did perform impossible feats subconsciously.

But these abilities were heavily influenced by his monumental levels of mana.

After all, magic is fundamentally the art of using your imagination.

Being able to discern languages on his own was beyond comprehension.

He was an infant, mostly ordinary in his former life, and utterly clueless in this new one.

Even breaking the world system to implement more than one Ultra Skill was... way too puzzling.

Alexander was already growing more aware, fitting into this world more seamlessly.

Like... he was an indigene.

(So, what was the elf speaking?)

{Gladish—the English equivalent in this world.}

(Anyway, let’s give this guy a polite reply and have him go his way.)

"And... what if I am?" Alexander’s rumbling voice echoed.

"...My name is Arahabaki. Do you remember me?" the man asked.

’Nope!’ Alexander thought. ’No Arahabaki! But I do know this anime that ends with "Baki." Ring any bells?’

"Together, we conquered lands and realms..." Arahabaki continued. "Do you not remember our exploits? The carnage? The destruction we caused?"

’Hey, wait a second! You’re scaring me! Is this Alexander guy part of the Mafia?! You clearly got the wrong guy here! I don’t know you or your cool-looking ass!’

Although Alexander was throwing a tantrum in his mind, his mouth remained shut.

After a few moments, he said,

"You are mistaken, lost traveller—"

’Lost traveller?’ Arahabaki wondered.

"—I am Aggressive Predator. AP for short. I have no connection to this Alexander you speak of."

Just then, the ground vibrated as something heavy struck it.

Yam arrived.

’Dammit!!’ Alexander mentally scratched his head. ’This dumb Arahabaki guy wasted my precious escape time!’

"My, my, my," Yam began, "if it isn’t Arahabaki, the hidden gremlin. Whenever I’m bored and want some real action, you’re nowhere to be found. It’s bad to ignore your enemy like that, you know?"

(Ah, so they’re enemies? Though... they don’t really sound like that. But I’ll just wait till they start fighting, and I’ll run with my tail between my legs, squealing like a scared rodent.)

"Ara, if it isn’t the battle-crazed mortal," Arahabaki responded. "It is truly a displeasure to find you still alive and well. And of course I refuse to subject myself to being your playmate."

"Jeez, Arahabaki-kun, your words cut deeper than you imagine. I thought we had something intimate going?"

(Huh? BL?)

Yam continued, shrugging:

"However, today I’ve found myself the ultimate chew toy—"

(Chew toy? As in something he bought on the way when coming here, right? He’s not r-referring to me, right?)

"—and this toy apparently takes no damage, though it has a big mouth. Perfect!"

(I feel like this psychopath guy is showing me off to his ex or something. It’s awkward.)

Yam was now facing both of them in a tense, three-way standoff.

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?"

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