When I was walking back home, some crazy bastard started to show off his gun and opened fire. It was fine as long as he was firing into the air, but that bastard started to shoot at the lamp bulbs.
But that was also fine, because there was no way his aim would be so off that he would shoot twelve feet off target, and there was no way a bullet would hit someone standing totally on the opposite side of the range by bouncing back.
What kind of unlucky magnet would that person have to be? Or guess what—that unlucky person is none other than me, I thought as I looked at the bullet hole in my chest. Did someone put out a bounty? Why did this shot hit so accurately right at the heart? I thought, before collapsing.
My consciousness entered a dark place. I could still hear the sounds of people shouting and the sirens of ambulances and police cars. Before I knew it, everything became blank; not even the sounds or the darkness could be seen.
This is the first time I have ever seen something like this—or more accurately, this is the first time I am seeing nothing at all, not even the darkness that can be seen when you close your eyes.
So this is death, huh, I thought. Will I get reborn again? Will I become a human again, or some other animal? Or an alien lifeform on some other planet? If human, I would like to be born into a super-rich but loving family. Maybe a little rich is fine, as long as they are good. "God! God!" I called out, but no one answered. I wanted to request Him to rebirth me into a family like that. But no reply came, so I said it aloud anyway: that I wanted to be reborn into a rich and loving family.
Sigh. Just as my mumbling was going on, a sound as soft as a feather but as clear as glass came. Did someone just sigh? I tried to find the source where the sound came from, but it was no use; there was no sense of direction in here.
Before I could start the next mumbling session—blooooo! With a sharp sound, the space around me started to become distorted, and before I knew it, strange runes and lights covered my body. With a soft and smooth motion, I vanished from there. After I vanished: "Children in the lower realm are becoming more interesting with time.
They don't have the same awe that their ancestors would have shown when they come to this place. Let's see if this child can provide any entertainment to us. Sigh, living long is also tiring.
I should get a nap." ... My consciousness is still hazy; my mind feels a little foggy. Did I get reborn? I thought, and tried to open my eyes. When I opened them, a sharp layer of light hit my eyes. My irises contracted.
I felt a sting in my eyes, followed by a light pain. When I saw the face in front of me, my contracted eyes contracted even more. Who is she? Is she my mother? Why does her face seem so familiar? This black hair, these sharp eyes, and this oval face... damn, she looks like Mikasa Ackerman.
Did I get reborn into the world of Attack on Titan? She really married someone? Sigh, poor Eren. Just as I was pitying Eren's life, a sense of danger hit me. It was like a cold iceberg touched my spine. All my thoughts vanished, and my eyes became clearer.
Now I can clearly see where I am. I looked at the woman in front of me and the twin blades in her hands, cutting through the air and swinging toward my neck. I saw the fleshy wall and rows of sharp teeth.
I am inside the mouth of a Titan, and apparently, I am Eren Jaeger. And this woman with the blades is not married—damn, it's not the time to think about whether someone is married or not! A sense of heavy crisis came from my soul.
I can feel it: if I do nothing, I will die before even transmigrating properly. And believing that I would just be reborn again? Someone inside me is saying that's a terrible idea, and that I would die completely. I focused my mind and tried to feel my new body.
Everything started to slow down. I took a deep breath and rearranged my thoughts. What can I do in this situation? Then I remembered that I can control all the Titans and can even create things from my thoughts. I tried to feel it, to see if it works.
I wasn't thinking much of it working, because it's hard to drive a bike for the first time after years, let alone controlling a body that is completely unknown to me. But to my surprise, I feel it. I can control this Titan's body, and I can even create things out of it. It felt like an extension of my body.
So without wasting any time, I came up with a counter-attack. What's the best defense? Obviously, attack is the best defense. I controlled the flesh and bones inside the mouth and tried to create a bone guard and shoot bone arrows at her. Killing her is the best option for me here.
She is strong, but she is not a Hulk who can break twenty-centimeter-in-diameter bone spikes. Just as her swing was about to touch my throat, hundreds of bone spikes came out of nowhere.
Mikasa's eyes widened in shock, holding a little bit of the instinctual horror of incoming death that a lifeform has when something that can take their life appears right in front of them when they are off-guard.
Just when the bone spikes were about to make a Mikasa-kebab, she tried to retrieve herself. But it was too late; the spikes summoned were too close for her to retreat. Trying to kill me in a swift motion, she had done an air swing so I would die without much pain. I have to say, that was quite thoughtful of her.
But that's all. I would also try to kill her without much pain. A hot chick and a lover? What does that have to do with me? I am not Eren. The spikes were about to pierce through her glabella, and one spike was just about to enter her skull through her constricted pupils, which held the horror of upcoming death. She closed her eyes, as if accepting the outcome.
A smile of relief and tiredness came over her face. But before the bone spikes that I created were about to make a cactus named Mikasa—Thump! Thump! A sharp, sudden pain ran from my heart to my nerves to my spine.
It was like my heart rebelled, and the body was trying to wrest control away from me. I understood. In this body, Eren is still there, and he is the one resisting me and telling me not to go any further.
"Damn simp!" I shouted in my mind, but no reply came. If you want to die, go die! This is my body now, and I am not going to get killed just after opening my eyes. In the anime, I was a little sad when Eren died, but now, seeing him preventing me from killing the woman who almost took my head, my anger flared up.
Good thing he died in the anime and manga; if simps like him won't die, then who will die? I thought this and tried to push the bone spikes further. But it was no use. The spikes were moving in all directions, except the ones right in front of Mikasa. Looking at the spikes that had stopped in front of her face, Mikasa came to her senses and, with agile movements, retreated backward.
Damn! Just a moment ago she closed her eyes like she accepted her death, so why back away now? I was angry at her, and more than her, I was angry at the simp living inside me and my body that isn't following my commands. But remembering the training and teachings I received during my service years in the army's special anti-terrorist force, I calmed my mind. Taking a deep breath, I calmed my mind down. The more dangerous the situation, the calmer the mind needs to be.
So you don't want me to kill her? Fine, then I won't kill her. Just as I thought this, the control of my body—which I felt was being hindered by some force—was completely restored. If I can't kill her, that doesn't mean I can't stop her from taking action against me.
Thinking that, bone spikes generated on the mouth walls and, with a thought, launched toward her. This time Mikasa was ready. With leopard-like movements, she started to run around, swinging her twin blades in crescent moons and full moons. In just seconds, she cut down the first layer of bone spikes.
Watching her running and circling like she was in mid-air, I was amazed. This is the first time I have seen a real person move like this; unlike the anime, this hits completely differently. But I had seen enough of this show.
With another thought, a crystal spike—made of the same hardened matter that a Titan host creates for defense—grew toward her chest. Sensing the danger, she tilted her head and, with a kick on the corner of the front bone spike, shifted her center of gravity back to retreat.
But in the middle of that, the crystal spike changed direction and aimed toward her blade sheaths. In mid-air, she understood what I am trying to do, but in this position, what can she do? Correct—use the Omni-Directional Mobility gear cable.
But as she was about to use the gear cable, the crystal spike changed its direction again and pierced her gas cylinders. Seeing her movements predicted and losing her gear, before she could recover and try to do something else, many other spikes generated from the teeth and surrounded her.
efore she could catch her breath, they grew toward her. She is truly going to die here. That was the only thought that came to her mind at that moment. But to her surprise, the spikes stopped again.
When she looked around, she found out that all her backup blades and her current blades had been broken by the bone spikes. Eren wasn't trying to kill her from the beginning; he was just trying to stop her without causing any harm.
Remembering that she was about to decapitate him just minutes ago, a strange feeling bit at her chest. Maybe guilt, or remorse? She didn't know, and she didn't dare to think any further along that path. Closing her line of thought, she looked at the man in front of her.
Before she could get a good look at him, something bizarre happened. The muscles and flesh of the mouth started to contract and retract. Crystal started to form around Eren, and he got covered in it, just like Annie had. continue —