Aggressive Predator: If I'm Reborn, I'll attack every girl-Chapter 33: Alexander Unleashed Death

"ROOOOOAAAARRRR!!"

A deep, ancient growl tore through the air, and the vines — even the ones wrapping the city — exploded outward, the remnants blazing in red fire.

At Alexander’s position, a crimson force — nearly as intense as the light from above — burst forth. Alexander now stood transformed: the Red Beast, fully clad in [GOD]."Bakana..." Arahabaki’s eyes widened.

"I knew the vines wouldn’t hold long..." Yam muttered, his pupils dilating. "But to wipe out every single one... Is this an elder god?"

The energy from above crashed into the red force from below with a screech so loud it shredded the [Isolated Area] around them.

’Is Vaelora even okay out there?’ Yam wondered.

The air, the earth, the sky — everything rumbled like a planet-sized beast was throwing a tantrum.

Yam, realizing Alexander was resisting the force, stepped behind Arahabaki and pressed his arm down alongside his, adding strength to the descent of the pillar.

The clash was brutal. Blood spilled from Arahabaki’s mouth and eyes. His arm split open, skin peeling, fingers snapping backwards — broken.

Yam roared as his hair flared an even brighter green, power flooding into him — power he shouldn’t even have.

Arahabaki screamed in pain and willpower. His hair turned gold-white, his eyes shining a flawless white, burning with life force itself.

And yet... the light had only passed halfway.

Alexander’s alien power still held.

(Hehe... I’m not dying a second time. That crap HURT, you know?!)

Then—

The space where both forces met warped, twisted, and condensed into a deep red sphere. It began to pull — violently — sucking in everything around, growing larger with each moment.

A false singularity - a pseudo cosmic annihilator.

Alexander vanished in a blur of red light, speeding across the burning city. Every step melted the ground to lava.

Yam, without hesitation, grabbed Arahabaki and ran — just as fast — the terrain erupting in his wake.

They chased after Alexander at speeds beyond what they’d normally achieve.

"Arahabaki-kun! We still have a chance!"

Arahabaki looked at Yam, then nodded.

From his wrists, black shadows leaked and curled like smoke — then hardened into fine, string-like threads.

Yam, still running behind Alexander, caught the string — then hurled Arahabaki westward with tremendous force.

Using Arahabaki’s body like an anchor point, Yam launched forward with renewed speed, the earth splitting and fracturing beneath him.

Though the sucking still raged behind them—one second of hesitation, and they’d be consumed.

The string clipped Alexander’s legs, and Arahabaki spun so fast he barely escaped being devoured by the black hole.

But Alexander stumbled, tried to grab onto a jagged protrusion from the ground... but—

(Fuck!)

He, the object, and the ground beneath him were yanked in at impossible speed.

"...We... we did it, you rat," Yam muttered to Arahabaki, who flailed like a rag doll in the wind.

He had tied another string to Yam, then let go of the one restraining Alexander.

Yam shot him a side glance.

"Nani? What will you do now?" Arahabaki asked seriously. "Let go, and a great problem of the world vanishes. Do otherwise, and I shall continue my hunt to bring about its downfall."

Yam smiled—and laughed.

"Fool. That is the joy of life. After all... I cannot exist where there is no carnage!"

Then he yanked Arahabaki to his arm, and they kept running for their lives.

Behind them, massive buildings built to endure earthquakes were uprooted like weeds. The earth peeled off like a shedding lizard. The city—Dokai, once bustling and proud—was, in every sense of the word, unraveling.

Well... it was an [Isolated Area]. Just a mirror.

But that dark red force—if it lingered—it would destroy both this realm and the real world.

(Shit. Shit. Shit...! I can’t believe I’m going to die again! Better luck next reincarnation, huh? ...As IF!!)

A low, deep rumble spread across the realm.

The sucking stopped—but the vibration didn’t.

Yam and Arahabaki turned back. (With God-level perception, of course.)

A massive red giant... was devouring the black hole.

Slowly... steadily... until the singularity and everything around it—

exploded.

The realm shattered like fragile glass.

"...He’s dead," Yam muttered.

They now stood atop a tall building somewhere in Dokai.

Peace had broken. The city below panicked—people screaming, scattering like frightened rats.

Yam and Arahabaki—hair back to normal—snapped their heads upward, their expressions hardening.

And high above—

"How!!" Arahabaki roared. "How are you still alive after all that!!"

The blue, battered form of Alexander floated several feet above them.

One leg was missing. His body cracked, like it might crumble with the next breath.

Then he spoke:

"I... I’ve always lived in fear of death," he said. His voice, though deep, broke like a damaged radio. "Even as a child, I knew I was going to die. I watched my family struggle... all because of me. My weak body. My mother never really had a life. Fate never let me have one either."

His head twitched—mechanical. Something between man and puppet.

"I won’t pretend I didn’t think about ending it. I did. More than once. But my mother wouldn’t let me go. So I lived for her... not for myself."

A pause. His voice dropped.

"But now, I’ve been given a second chance."

He turned to Yam and Arahabaki.

"What I’m saying is—I intend to enjoy this one to the fullest. And die knowing I lived. Selfish? I don’t care. I’ll take what I want from this world if it means my happiness. Do you understand what I mean?"

Yam and Arahabaki were still, speechless—listening to a monster’s testimony.

"You two... for some reason, you think I’ll become the enemy one day. And I won’t deny it. You might be right. Because I see it now—there’ll be more people like you. More walls to crash through. More chains to burn off. More obstacles I’ll have to cleave without hesitation."

His head drooped. Then slowly raised again.

"You’re strong. Both of you. Stronger than anything I’ve known. And I admit it—I can’t defeat you. Not as I am now."

A bitter laugh cracked out of him.

"I’m exhausted. I want a nap."

(Hear that, Sera? I’m tired. Sleepy. So would you kindly assist me...)

[Mhm! I’ve been waiting for you to say those words, Master.]

Alexander’s body pulsed. The blue shell reformed—clean, whole, reborn.

He looked down with a strange calm.

"I hope you enjoyed my debut of chaos..." A beat passed. "Now... have fun with Sera, will you?"

And as casually as greeting a neighbor, Alexander unleashed death upon them; Unleashed me.

***

My cute Master has given me a task to do: "Eradicate and burn all whom you do not recognize as worthy!"

And we all know—that describes basically every mortal trash that creeps on the planet.

...Well, that’s a bit too extreme, even for my imaginary visualization of him as an omnipotent overlord.

But mutilating these two battered and bruised used products is fair game.

Master has finished dining.

It’s time for his servant to clear the table.

I decided to assume an ethereal form—identical to my Master’s—a glistening blue female silhouette with crimson burning eyes.

Then I materialized in the physical world.

I don’t want my identity to be linked to the Lucians and trouble Master and Lily.

Even as I appeared, Yam and Arahabaki seemed to be enthralled by Master’s dazzling form as he flew home.

How cute of them. Maybe they didn’t hear him clearly when he said, Have fun with my beloved Seraphina, in whom I am well pleased.

"Yam!"

Oh my, Arahabaki’s voice came a little too late.

Yam got startled at my hand gently touching his side.

But the next moment, a rush of dark-blue, glistening liquid void attacked and dragged him—together with that half of the building—down to the streets below.

In the bubbling ground of deep-blue lava, Yam squirmed in severe pain for a moment, because—why not?

I had given him a little dose of [Cosmic Spring]: it should feel to him as if he were bathing in a shower of melting metal... except his body would be made of candle wax.

I had planned to use it to rain angst on one-third of humanity a while back—since they were just so much, it grated on my nerves—but Asherah and Chronos got in the way.

*

"Seraphina, you cannot just wipe one-third of humanity because of your whims!"

"Ehhh? But when I burned that village to the ground, you didn’t say anything!"

"You did what?!"

*

Ah, Yam’s melting!

He was making a croaking sound like a drowning alligator-frog variant, stretching forth his disintegrating arm toward the horrified Arahabaki.

The liquid dark star had burned off half his face into void, his skull only glimpsing for a moment before he let out a soft groan and completely turned to ash.

I didn’t expect it to be so agonizing at all.

Most mortals die only from my touch—his strength and vitality were his undoing. Not my fault there.

At least I rid Master of a troublesome man!

I hope I get head pats when I relay the report.

Ah, wait!

I hope I didn’t vaporize any humans with my [Cosmic Spring]?!

Master, for whatever reason, seems to hold them in high regard.

Is it because he’s currently a human too?

But I look human too... yet I don’t feel like they’re anything but buzzing bugs, arrogantly infesting the planet.

Okay, let’s take care of the other troublemaker—

Mhm!

Arahabaki’s eyes were wide with wonder as he stared down the chasm that used to be a tall building, at Yam’s ashes.

He then snapped his head at me and crossed his arms in defense, like he can defend against anything I throw at him.

It’s adorable he tried—he never learns.

He suddenly raised his head and found that I was missing.