Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 339: Ch : You shall be Sealed- Part 2

Kyle’s mana surged violently, crackling like a storm as he swung his blade forward with intent to kill.

The temple quaked under the sheer pressure of his will. The slash of his blade tore through space, the force condensed into a single arc of searing energy that roared toward Goddess Charrin.

But she didn’t move.

With the calmness only a divine being could possess, Charrin lifted one hand—and with a flick of her fingers, summoned a radiant shield of divine light.

Kyle’s attack slammed against it, exploding in a brilliant display of sparks and shockwaves.

The temple floor splintered beneath her, but the goddess stood untouched, not a strand of her shimmering hair out of place.

She tilted her head and smiled.

"What do you plan to do once you’ve defeated us all, Kyle Armstrong?"

Kyle didn’t respond immediately. He leapt forward, swinging again.

Their blades—his physical sword and her conjured one of pure divine force—clashed violently, each blow echoing through the chamber like thunder.

Charrin pressed forward, speaking with ease despite the intensity of their battle.

"After your vengeance is complete, what then? Do you think a broken world will thank you? That your name will be remembered kindly, savior of a dying system?"

Kyle gritted his teeth. Their blades met again, sparks flying.

"You’re the reason those worlds are broken."

Charrin’s eyes narrowed.

"We gave you peace. Order. Miracles."

Kyle shoved her back with a blast of mana.

"You gave us shackles."

She laughed—bright, musical, almost gleeful.

"Ah, so dramatic. You speak of freedom as if it’s some pure thing. But it comes at a cost. You will have your wish, yes... but at the expense of billions. Collapsing civilizations. A throne surrounded by ash."

"I never wanted a throne!"

Kyle snapped, lunging again.

Their blades collided mid-air. Charrin twisted, her divine wings flaring open as she danced around his strike with unnatural grace.

"And yet, that’s what you’ll be left with. Power demands direction. You take ours away, and you become what we were. Only worse."

She whispered near his ear before flipping backward and creating distance again.

Kyle’s feet dug into the ground, his aura roaring louder than before. \"I’m not here to rule. I’m here to break the chains."

Charrin let out another soft laugh, almost... delighted.

"You speak like a hero from a myth, Kyle. But myths have a cost. And I refuse to let you make your dream reality."

Her eyes closed for a moment. Kyle paused mid-step, sensing something... wrong.

When she opened them again, they burned—brighter than before, two orbs of blinding divine fire. The temperature spiked.

The air turned heavy. Mana, thick and oppressive, spiraled around her in majestic waves.

"I cannot allow you to destroy the only sanctuary left for my people."

A seal formed beneath Kyle’s feet—too fast for him to escape. It shimmered gold and white, inscribed with ancient glyphs that pulsed with divine authority.

"Damn it—"

Kyle tried to leap, but chains of light erupted upward, snaring his arms and legs, locking him in place.

"This seal will bind your body and mind. Your memories will replay endlessly. Your regrets. Your failures. Your pain. You will drown in the truth of what you’ve done."

Charrin said as she floated above him, wings spread.

Kyle roared, struggling against the chains, his mana flaring violently—but the seal didn’t budge.

Charrin descended slowly, now standing just before him.

"Goodbye, Kyle Armstrong. Your rebellion ends here."

Once Kyle was sealed away in the divine orb, his power suppressed and body imprisoned within the layers of her sacred magic, Goddess Charrin let out a breath of satisfaction.

The defiance was finally over. For now.

She turned away from the shattered chamber where the battle had taken place, her steps graceful and slow, her glowing hair flowing behind her like silk spun from sunlight.

Her divine form radiated calm authority as she left the ruined battlefield and made her way toward the sanctuary where she had sent her devoted followers—those who had offered their vitality to welcome her. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

It was time.

Now that the greatest obstacle had been removed from their path, it was finally time for her people and her divine will to be known as the only true salvation left in a crumbling world.

Kyle had fought bravely, but he had underestimated just how much people needed hope—how desperately they longed for a power to believe in.

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As she arrived at the sanctuary, the grand priest rushed to her, eyes wide with adoration and disbelief.

"My goddess... you’ve returned."

"I have."

Charrin said with a serene smile.

"And... what of the fool who dared oppose you?"

Charrin’s smile turned colder.

"Dealt with."

The grand priest beamed.

"The world shall know your name, my goddess."

Unnoticed among the crowd of smiling believers stood Silvy, cloaked and quiet, her aura suppressed so thoroughly it barely registered.

Her hands trembled. Her lips were slightly parted in disbelief.

She had felt it—the seal. The power that locked Kyle away. But some part of her still refused to accept it.

Dealt with...

The words echoed in her mind like a cruel joke. Her heart pounded as she stared at the goddess, face unreadable.

Silvy clenched her fists. Kyle couldn’t be gone.

He couldn’t.

Goddess Charrin stood before her gathered believers, the sanctuary pulsing with divine light in her presence.

Her gaze swept across the kneeling crowd, her voice calm but resolute.

"We begin our march tomorrow. By the end of the week, this world shall know its rightful masters once more. No rebellion, no resistance, no heretic shall remain."

She declared.

A cheer broke out among the faithful, their voices loud and desperate, as if clinging to her words as their last salvation.

The Grand Priest bowed low before her.

"The world shall kneel before you, my goddess. Your will is absolute."

Charrin gave a faint nod before turning away, her shimmering form retreating deeper into the sanctum.

Silvy stood frozen among the crowd, hidden beneath her plain cloak, her ears ringing. Her breath came shallow, as if the air itself had turned heavy.

’Kyle... sealed? Gone?’

She couldn’t accept it. Her body moved before her mind could catch up. She had to get back. She had to tell the others.

She slipped through the crowd silently, every footstep calculated. Her heart pounded in her chest as she exited the sanctuary, eyes wide with disbelief and rising panic.

Once outside, Silvy broke into a sprint.

’I have to warn them... I have to tell them what happened.’

Silvy ran through the darkened city streets, the fake smiles of the townspeople still burned into her memory. Her chest ached, not just from exertion but from the terrible truth pressing down on her.

’Kyle is gone. Sealed away by a god...’

Her hands clenched into fists. The image of him fighting alone while she stood frozen haunted her. She hadn’t even tried to stop the goddess. She had been too late—too weak.

No. She wouldn’t stay weak.

Bursting into the forest path leading back to their camp, Silvy pushed herself harder. Every step was filled with urgency, every breath a silent vow.

She would not let Kyle’s sacrifice go to waste. If the gods thought this would end it, they were wrong.

’I’ll bring him back.’

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