Transmigrated As A Baby Villain-Chapter 54: The Raiders and The Trackers II

The biker ran out of bullets, but instead of reloading, he threw the gun at a random pile of junk, toppling it over with a loud crash. Then, he pulled out another gun attached to his first bike. Is it out of muscle memory that he could do all that?

Since the flesh of his head was all gone, including his blown out eyeballs, Jay wondered how the biker could function, but it seemed like muscle memory was the only explanation. Even without his face, Titanium pointed the gun at the teenage boy once more and began shooting.

While the enemy was distracted, JJ took the opportunity to hide behind a mountain of trash once more, and this time, she yelled out for help from Pirate.

The transmigrator let out an internal sigh. His female caregiver’s yelling would definitely attract unwanted attention. Jay’s violet eyes wandered back to the fight between his male caregiver and the biker without a face. His mouth hung open when he saw the Red King using a trashcan lid to hit the biker’s hand, causing the gun to drop. Deep red blood covered the teenage boy’s left biceps, and from what the toddler could see, his father sustained a close range injury from one of the biker’s shots. Despite his arm heavily bleeding, the Red King continued on as if nothing was amiss, and his only issue was fighting a realistic Halloween decoration.

The transmigrator wiggled one of his arms free from his carrier, and he tugged on JJ’s shirt. Her deep blue eyes lowered to look at the toddler, and something twisted in Jay’s mind when he saw his female caregiver’s eyes glowed several shades lighter. Her face was void of any emotions, yet her hand gently ran through the baby transmigrator’s hair.

"Yes, little guy. What do you want?" Even her voice was flat and emotionless.

"Dada...!" The toddler could only point at his other caretaker.

"He’s a little busy right now."

Jay pressed his lips into a hardline; it’s something he learned from the Red King. Then, he pointed at his male caregiver again. "Hal... Help! Dada!"

"Don’t worry, my baby." JJ whispered to the toddler, and a rather twisted smile graced her face. "I got him covered."

At the next moment, violet eyes were staring right up at a pocket knife floating in thin again, and soon it was joined by five other knives. Instead of attacking the biker wrestling with the Red King, JJ sent the knives flying towards upcoming bikers. The knives didn’t hit any of their helmets, but they were aimed at shoulders. Only three out of five hit their target, but it was better than nothing.

As the two remaining raiders got closer to them, Jay’s heart raced and he began panicking again.

"Mom...! Moooom!!!" He yelled out as his hands tightened while he’s gripping on her shirt.

One of the bikers didn’t bring out his gun, instead he had his arm out, ready to snatch something. His hand came too close to Jay to be comfortable. Just as the raider’s gloved hand was about to touch the transmigrator, one of JJ’s blades sliced through his wrist.

The raider screamed in pain after he parked his motorcycle, and his wrist was bleeding too much. So much so that Jay couldn’t keep his eyes off the red liquid dripping on to the group and seeping onto dirt caked in between piles of trash in the junkyard.

Red... Such a pretty color, isn’t it? It would feel so good to touch—

Shit... What the hell is wrong with him?

While the other raider was dismembered by several knives at once, Jay mentally slapped himself in the face three times. Why was he so fixated on blood? He should be horrified by whatever he’s going through. In all honesty, he’s horrified, but the transmigrator thought he’s not horrified enough by the gruesome scenes.

Shit, shit... Is he losing his mind like the original Kaon did? Jay knew that the original Kaon’s type of insane takes years to develop, but the transmigrator didn’t think it would start this quick.

Not far from them, the fight between Titanium and Red King seemed to be coming to an end because Titanium lost more and more of his flesh by the second. The transmigrator turned around just in time to see his male caregiver mercilessly ripping into the other man’s torso with his barehands.

It’s been a while since he’s seen his teenage adoptive parents literally get blood on their hands, so it feels surreal when they go out of their way to fight for him and the people around him. Just yesterday, they were simply young parents trying to get their chores done, and Jay was just their little toddler trying not to cause trouble only to teleport himself out of the house. When the teens are acting like parents, it’s hard to forget that they’re just kids trying to give the world to a younger kid.

Philosophy aside, the toddler had been staring at the bloody mess of a body on the ground for too long. Oh, the shiny skeleton head man is now just a skeleton.

"I’ll chop him up." JJ piped up as she jogged closer to the hopefully dead Titanium, giving Jay an even better view and exposing him to the metallic smell. "He looks valuable. We’ll burn the rest."

Next to the bloody skeleton sat the Red King, who’s equally covered in blood. His crimson eyes looked up at his companion and the child she was holding. He was about to reach out to touch the baby, but he stopped himself last minute; the little light in his eyes disappeared.

The transmigrator wished that his male caregiver wasn’t covered in blood, and before he knew it, his hands were reaching out for the Red King’s face. Maybe he could just wipe the blood off, risk of contamination be damned...

Crimson sticky red liquid began slowly sliding off the teenage boy’s face. It was slow, but it gave Jay some hope, so he decided that yes, maybe he should put a bit more effort into that.

"Eeeh?" His female caregiver seemed to notice the blood dropping suspiciously quick from her partner’s face. In response, the teenage boy touched his face, obstructing the flow a bit, and his eyes widened when they met Jay’s.

Not wanting them to be suspicious, the transmigrator forced a smile at the Red King. Genuinely, he’s glad his NPC dad was alright after all that.

"Dada...!" The toddler grinned up at the teenage girl holding him. "Hal... Help dada!"

"Yeah, you’re helping him, little guy!" A giggle made its way out of JJ’s chest, and her eyes softened at him.

"I’ll clean up if there’s no more raiders. They’re thinning out when I found you." The teenage boy mumbled as he pushed himself off the ground. His lips pulled into a smiled as he leaned in closer to his partner and the toddler. "And thank you, little man."

Jay didn’t do that good of a job trying to clean the Red King’s face with his powers. Right now, the teenage boy looked less like he was in a blood bath and more like he was hit in the head.

"I couldn’t break his bones. You sure you can chop him up?"

"We can try." JJ shrugged in response to her partner. There’s something on the edge of her voice that promised mayhem, yet the corner of her companion’s lips lifted up.

Just as things started to calm down in their area, a gun shot was fired directly into the right side of the teenage boy’s head. If it was anyone else, they would be dead, but no, this is the Red King, the stupidly OP blood of Wonder Soldiers flow through his veins.

So the shot simply chopped off a bit of his ear and made the bullet lodged in his head, getting a groan of pain in response.

It took a second for the toddler to scan his eyes through the junkyard to find the offender, probably a sniper. A pale man with long too bright blonde hair stared back at them with a rifle in his hands, pointing right at them. From the look on his face, he was shocked to find the teenage boy still standing. The worst part is the sniper didn’t look older than any of his parents.

"He has our tracker, Jay. He’s the flee who left us after Lady Red fell." JJ almost slammed herself into her companion’s side. "Count down."

When he’s this close to the teenage boy, Jay wanted to yell at the Red King not to take out the bullet. However, his male caregiver was pulling the bullet out while snarling in pain.

A cheap copper bullet dropped to the floor from the injury. Then, the Red King stared at the sniper.

"Five."

"Four..."

"Wait, wait, wait, I can explain!" The raider’s hands were shaking as he tried to talk to the Red King.

"Three."

"Please! It was a mistake! I didn’t mean to kill you— I mean shoot you! I’m the worst marksman around—"

"Two..."

"Have some mercy! I didn’t mean to shoot you, or anyone, please, please, please!"

"One."

The blonde boy seemed to give up and used his hands to cover his ears. Then, he screamed loudly enough to make trash mountains of junk crumble.