Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 389: Ch : The Root - Part 5

The skies above were stained with grey as dark clouds gathered over the cursed battlefield.

The winds carried the stench of corrupted mana and death, swirling violently around the ruined terrain as Kyle stepped forward, his eyes locked on the blackened centerpiece of the land—the crystal pulsing at the center, a shard of the god of justice.

"Stay close. But retreat the moment you can’t keep up. I’ll handle the rest."

Kyle said to the soldiers beside him, his voice calm but resolute.

"No, young master! We stand with you!"

A soldier cried.

"We followed you this far, and we’re not leaving now!"

Another declared, gripping his blade tighter.

Kyle paused briefly, then gave a faint smile.

"Don’t die."

With that, he surged forward, his mana flaring out like a storm. His blade left his sheath with a metallic ring, and the ground beneath him cracked as his speed shattered the earth.

A wave of formless monsters lunged at him from the edges of the field, their bodies writhing in unnatural shapes—twisting arms, gnashing teeth, and bodies made of shrieking black mist.

But Kyle moved like a tempest.

He cut through them with brutal efficiency—slashes of pure mana carved monsters in half before they could even scream.

He spun mid-air, his blade glowing with divine suppression as he cleaved through five creatures at once, then followed it with a palm strike that sent a shockwave rippling through the horde.

Behind him, his soldiers unleashed their own attacks. Spears and axes glowed with runes, enchanted by Kyle’s pre-made enchantments.

Someone’s voice rang out in command from another formation nearby, their ice-coated daggers slicing monsters into mist with sharp, deadly elegance.

Kyle dropped low, sliding beneath a massive claw swipe, then drove his blade upward into the creature’s chest—its form rupturing from within.

He leapt off the disintegrating corpse and launched himself higher into the sky, spinning mid-air and throwing a blade-shaped crescent of mana straight into the chest of a larger abomination.

The explosion that followed shook the earth.

Still, the monsters kept coming.

More poured from the corrupted fissures in the land, hundreds at a time. But Kyle’s soldiers didn’t falter.

His aura was overwhelming—like a wall of power that nothing could pierce. With each monster he killed, his presence only grew heavier, more crushing. It was as if the battlefield itself bent to his will.

Someone’s voice echoed from the south flank, rallying their side.

"To arms! Push forward! The young master will clear the path—so strike with everything you have!"

As Kyle cut down another beast, a surge of energy erupted from the central shard.

The ground cracked open, and a towering beast emerged—massive, armored in cursed scales and bound by chains of corrupted divine law. Its roar sent half the men staggering.

But Kyle did not move.

He raised his hand—and the air shimmered with golden mana as he called forth one of his domain techniques.

Runes formed in the sky above him, interlocking in a divine pattern, and then crashed down in a spiral of annihilation.

The monster roared again and charged, but Kyle moved forward faster.

He met the beast head-on, his blade glowing blue now, sheathed in his own authority. The clash sent ripples through the air.

Soldiers were forced to brace themselves just to stand. Lightning danced at Kyle’s feet as he jumped up the creature’s arm, dodging a tail swipe, and stabbed his sword deep into its eye.

The monster wailed—but Kyle wasn’t done.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent a burst of compressed mana into the sword, detonating the blade like a bomb from the inside.

The beast’s head exploded in a shower of corrupted energy and Kyle landed in a crouch, his aura pushing away the mist.

More monsters came—but now, something had shifted.

The soldiers around him began to glow—runes on their armor activating from the proximity to Kyle’s mana field.

They fought with renewed strength and speed, driving back the lesser fiends with overwhelming momentum.

"We’re almost at the shard!"

A solder shouted, slashing through a winged beast.

Kyle nodded and looked ahead. The black crystal was massive now, ten feet tall and pulsing with unnatural energy. Chains of mana coiled around it like a heart.

Kyle stepped forward.

The monsters hesitated.

It was as if they recognized him. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

He raised his hand, and a massive runic circle formed above him—his own authority responding to the corruption of the divine shard.

With one thrust of his palm, a beam of energy lanced out, splitting the sky and slamming into the crystal with a thunderous impact.

It cracked—but didn’t shatter.

Kyle gritted his teeth.

"Again."

He summoned another sigil, and this time, infused it with part of his soul flame. The light turned silver, and as he brought his hand down, it tore through the corrupted sky.

The crystal screamed.

The soldiers around him dropped to one knee, overwhelmed by the sound, but Kyle didn’t flinch.

He brought his blade forward, coated it in all his mana—and leapt.

One final strike.

He crashed down on the crystal, slamming his sword deep into its core. The black mana howled in agony. The crystal shattered into a thousand pieces, releasing a shockwave of divine corruption.

Kyle stood in the center of it all, unmoved. The light washed over him—but none of it could taint him.

The monsters began to melt into mist.

The corrupted ground stopped pulsing.

And silence descended.

Kyle breathed out slowly and turned to his soldiers, many of whom were still standing—injured but alive.

"It’s done. One shard down."

He said quietly.

The soldiers erupted in cheers behind him, but Kyle’s expression didn’t change. His eyes were already on the horizon.

There were still more.

And the god of justice... was watching.

Kyle’s strike against the shard marked the first major victory in their long, uphill war.

As the black mist settled and the once-tainted ground began to still, there was a quiet moment of triumph. But Kyle was not the only one to return victorious.

Reports came in swiftly from across the region—Melissa’s team had successfully dismantled a cluster of corrupted ruins harboring a shard, while Bruce led his squad in a ruthless, coordinated strike that shattered another.

In total, six shards had been obliterated across the continent in a single, coordinated campaign.

Each one released a wave of corrupt mana as it died, but none could resist the might of Kyle’s trained and hardened forces.

Kyle stood overlooking a map marked with the shattered shards’ locations, his gaze focused and unwavering.

"It’s starting."

He murmured.

Each shard destroyed was more than a tactical victory—it was a piece of the god of justice’s presence forcibly removed from the mortal plane.

And now, with more than half of the shards gone, the god’s connection to this world was unraveling.

Soon, Kyle knew, the backlash would begin.

And when it did, the god of justice would feel it.

It would hurt.

And it would force him to act.

As Kyle stared down at the flickering shards marked on the map, he could almost sense the divine tremor in the air—subtle, but growing. The god of justice would no longer be able to ignore their defiance. With every shard destroyed, they were dragging him closer to the battlefield—closer to judgment.