Aggressive Predator: If I'm Reborn, I'll attack every girl-Chapter 37: War Between us and the Angels Soon

Alexander clicked his tongue. "Curse those skill costs!" He swung his fist.

"I can’t believe I peed and shit myself, cried and laughed like a dumb baby, then even let you carry me around like a doll without protest!"

"It was one of the most enjoyable moments of my life," Seraphina said, genuine glee in her voice.

"Really? You better cherish it, then. It’ll be the last!" Alexander growled, then sank into thought.

"I presume the gender swap was the cost of [GOD], and that accursed fragile mind I had was the cost from [Jericho]."

"Hm? How so, Master?" Seraphina asked, sitting on the bed and placing Alexander on her lap.

"Simple. [GOD] gives me an unprecedented amount of raw power and destructive force," Alexander explained, crossing a leg.

"I didn’t realize it before, but if I use all my energy to fire a blast from [GOD], it could destroy an entire city. That power is so extreme that I fear I’ll self-destruct if I’m careless."

"Ah yes, that does happen," Seraphina added.

"And I used [GOD] a lot in Dokai," Alexander continued. "Especially at the dawn of the battle. So, it makes sense that I’d be rendered so powerless my gender would shift to a woman’s."

He elaborated:

"Though we’ve seen many strong women in this world—one is currently cradling me on her lap—women are typically physically weaker than men. They’re the keepers of order and balance in the household, while the men go out to secure food, resources, and protect the home as Head.

I mean, I’d cry for the man who hides behind his wife when a robber breaks in."

Alexander looked up at Seraphina.

"[GOD] changed my body as a reflection of that weakness... But by my hypothesis, I’ll probably gain something in return—maybe enhanced mental processing, or a better sense of organization."

He tried to materialize [Jericho]. It appeared faintly, flickering like a dried weed.

"While [Jericho] grants me amazing defense—I mean, I literally fought demigods while being a one-year-old—it makes sense that the cost would be to feel helpless. Vulnerable. Incapable... Just like a baby..."

Alexander’s cheek turned red, the memories of all his baby moments flashing through his mind.

"Either form or power level you have, Master," Seraphina whispered, hugging him, "I’ll be with you forever."

"H-Huh?! That doesn’t make me feel good in the leas—"

"Good day, Alexander Lucian."

A voice interrupted their conversation.

Alexander turned his neck to find a man seated on his open window.

"Ah, a burglar," Alexander deadpanned. "Seraphina, kill it."

"As you wish, Master."

"Wait, wait, wait!!" Alexander held her skirt as she had begun to rise. "I was kidding."

He turned to the man again:

Dark hair. Middle-aged face, with wrinkles and dark circles under his eyes—like he hadn’t slept in decades.

But his most striking feature was his left eye, which was pitch-black with a red pupil.

"I came three days ago, but you were..."

"Please, complete the statement..." Alexander urged.

"You were a baby," the man finished.

Alexander covered his mouth, trembling as if he’d just heard the most terrible news.

The man continued, "My name is Demiurge, and I work for the gods."

"I can see that," Alexander said. "Your eyes are like those of a corporate slave—you’re a slave, right?"

"I don’t think I’ll like you very much."

"What a coincidence. Me neither, SLAVE." Alexander gave him a haughty glare, despite being barely one-and-a-half feet tall.

"...Ah, back to what brought me here!" Demiurge snapped his fingers, and a bag appeared.

He began bringing out a lot of money, gathering and counting them.

Alexander was almost salivating as he watched, tongue out, rubbing his palms together.

Demiurge finished gathering a fat bundle of money and outstretched it to Alexander.

"Here is your reward," he said. "Lady Seraphina already told me you wanted all your golden wings converted into Rals, correct?"

"Hm?" Alexander raised a brow. "What’s ’Rals’?"

"Ah, it is the name of the currency used in Nappa," Seraphina answered him. "Srall is the currency used in most countries internationally—like Dollars in your former world. But Ral is like Yen."

"TL;DR," Alexander said, then quickly moved to receive his money...

Except, whenever he tried to take it, Demiurge would retract his hand.

They repeated this for several seconds before Alexander made a cute smile. "Demiurge...sama?"

"No, you’re free to refer to me without honorifics," Demiurge shrugged, slapping the money on his palm. "But before I grant you your 1 million Rals in cash, let me ask..."

Alexander began to sweat.

"...Did you truly complete your mission?"

"Huh? I-I did!" Alexander yelped. "I mean, I think I did. Wait, Sera, what was the mission again?"

Immediately, the System Board appeared, and the first thing they saw was:

{Mission failure:}

{Candidate failed to defeat the demons, but saved the humans — Minus 30 wings.}

{Candidate decided to date one of the demons — Minus 30 wings.}

{Candidate murdered 68 people in one night — Minus 50 wings.}

{Note: Candidate must repay all the wings they owe, or disciplinary actions will be taken by the angels.}

"..."

Alexander and everyone looking at the screen remained quiet for a moment.

"So... no reward money?"

"No. Only debt," Demiurge replied, stuffing the money back into the bag.

"You knew, didn’t you?" Alexander was already crying. "But you still brought out the money to spite me! Demiurge!"

"Exactly. I’m glad we understand each other."

Then a new voice sounded:

"To think a potential heir to the demon kingdom is begging for scraps from the gods. I’m disappointed."

Before Alexander could even turn to face the owner of the voice—

{Notice: Candidate suspected of attempting to take the demon throne – minus 50 wings.}

"Sera, I think we should get ready for war between us and the angels soon," Alexander sighed, exhausted.

"And you..." He turned to the man sitting on a couch that hadn’t been there before. "Why are you in my room? Begone! Before I bring the salt."

"Ehhh? Don’t be mean to your brother-in-law."

"You mean Demon-in-law?" Alexander rolled his eyes. "And if you’re coming here, bring Lilith. What could I possibly discuss with your handsome ass?"

"C’mon, you’re still a baby. You won’t even be able to consummate the wedding night."

"All of a sudden demons care about chastity and traditions!"

Demiurge interrupted, "You were acquainted with Ruben the Natural Disaster?"

"No, he was one of the demons I was meant to defeat. But he’s just so annoying and unfairly handsome, it grates on my nerves."

"Ah, maybe it’s the demon curse," Demiurge offered. "It can make you want to strangle them."

"It does, it does! But I managed to break out of it the other day. For red boobs."

"How sad of you, Alexander." Demiurge’s face twisted in sorrow. "To battle a Pillar-level demon on your first mission... I should show you a bit of kindness once in a while."

Demiurge took out a ral and handed it to Alexander.

"Your kindness hurts, but I’ll still take it," Alexander smiled.

But just as his tiny hand was about to grab the ral, Demiurge slid it back into the bag.

"Work for your money," he said. "I work day and night for mine, so I won’t let you extort me."

"What? You’re here slacking off!" Alexander snapped. "Wait—Demiurge, what are you still even doing here? Go to work!"

"Hey, don’t ignore me! And did you change gender, or is it just me?" Ruben snapped too.

"It’s just you. And no, sir, I will ignore the hell out of you!" Alexander pointed his tiny finger at him. "How are you even here? What if the demon curse makes the neighborhood come with pitchforks and torches?"

{In truth, Ruben is concealing his demonic aura, passing off as a normal person right now.}

(Ah, that explains a lot. But his terrifying presence is still unnerving... somewhat.)

"Where is Lilith?" I asked him.

"She’s having a tea party with the Old Man and the gang."

(The gang?! Lilith’s involved with the underworld!)

"Speaking of which," Ruben raised a finger, "When are we doing the introductions?!"

"We’re dating technically, not getting married!" Alexander corrected.

"Did you literally just say you want my sister for her voluptuous body, but you can never marry a demon?"

"Stop putting words in my mouth, Ruben," Alexander smiled. "And this ’Old Man’ you occasionally speak of sounds awfully like someone dangerous I’d rather not meet anytime soon."

"...Well, that’s true." Ruben sank into the high-quality couch. "He might seduce you or something."

"’Old man’ is a MAN, right?!" Alexander yelled, then, with the same momentum, turned to Seraphina:

"And PLEASE, can someone tell me who the hell this is?! And why my privacy is being invaded?!"

Alexander was referring to the translucent figure of a woman floating behind him.

"Master, that’s what we call a vengeful spirit."

"Mhm. She’s a vengeful one. She’s angry too," Ruben nodded.

"I wanted to ignore her since everyone else was ignoring her, but yes, she is indeed a dark one out for blood. Sleep with one eye open, Alexander," Demiurge shrugged.

Alexander had a vein popping on his head.

"Why thank you, allies of mine, for those encouraging and comforting words."

(How can these guys be normal when they came here to find a vengeful spirit stalking me?!)