Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 392: Ch : Going after Shards- Part 2

The God of Justice let out a guttural scream, his voice echoing through the divine plane like the toll of a cracked bell.

His throne, made from polished obsidian and fractured fate, groaned beneath him as he rose.

Serious eyes, burning with fury, stared down at the cracked crystal hovering before him. Seven out of ten. Seven. Shattered. Gone. Torn from the fabric of his influence in the mortal world.

His shoulders heaved, body aching with phantom pains tied to the destruction of each shard.

Though it didn’t cripple his divine might, the backlash was undeniable—annoying, persistent, and insulting.

"They dare to erase what belongs to me." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

He growled, his voice seething.

A portal of red flame split open in the distance, and from it stepped a towering figure clad in crimson armor and trailing the scent of scorched iron—The God of War.

He strode forward, his sword resting across his broad shoulders, eyes half-lidded with amusement.

"You’re still sulking? Seven shards gone, and you sit on your throne like a scorned priest."

War smirked.

Justice didn’t even glance at him.

"I’m waiting."

"Waiting? That’s a coward’s excuse."

War tilted his head.

"I don’t have the authority. You know this. Same as you. We’re bound to our domains until the conditions are met. Unless you’ve forgotten the last time one of us broke that rule."

Justice snapped, rounding on him.

War’s smirk faded, lips flattening.

"No. I remember the consequences. But still... seven? And you won’t lift a hand?"

"If I could, I would’ve flattened the human world by now. Erased their little rebellion in a wave of divine flame. But the laws remain. Until the final shard falls, I remain here. I must remain here."

Justice muttered,

"Pity. I was looking forward to some blood."

War sighed.

He turned, the portal reopening behind him. But before he stepped through, he added.

"Better hope your last three hold. If they don’t, we may all be forced to answer the summons."

Justice stood silent, the air around him shimmering with unspent fury. As War disappeared, he returned to his throne and began to count the seconds.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Meanwhile, deep within the gnarled wilds of the third shard’s domain, Kyle stepped over a mound of rotting corpses.

The ground beneath him pulsed with corrupted mana, veins of red and black crawling through the trees like diseased arteries.

The air was thick, suffocating with miasma that choked lesser men. But Kyle moved through it like a phantom.

Queen, his ever-watchful companion, glided above him in tight, controlled circles. The majestic Hawk let out a sharp cry, wings aglow with aether.

"They’ve noticed us."

Kyle murmured, unsheathing his blade as a swarm of monsters began to emerge from the shadows.

Insectoid in shape and foul beyond measure, the creatures scrambled and hissed, chittering with an unnatural screech.

Their legs clicked, their claws glistened, and their mandibles twitched in anticipation.

Kyle didn’t stop walking.

The first wave struck—small, nimble creatures that aimed to tear his limbs off with sheer numbers.

He didn’t slow.

With a flick of his wrist, a sphere of radiant blue mana burst from his body, incinerating everything within ten meters.

The insects disintegrated instantly, their corpses crumbling to ash before they even hit the ground.

The second wave came, larger beasts this time, their carapaces thick and bodies glowing with corrupted energy.

Kyle narrowed his eyes, focused. He let his mana coil around his blade—dense, concentrated, and honed like a weapon of divine punishment. As the beasts lunged, he vanished.

He reappeared behind them.

The monsters staggered—then split apart, cleaved cleanly in two. His movements had been so fast that even the air hadn’t yet realized he’d passed.

Queen swooped down, her wings slicing through the sky.

A beam of aether-laced wind cut across the battlefield, severing heads from torsos, wings from backs. She danced through the chaos, a blur of silver and divine light.

The ground trembled.

The third wave had arrived—hulking monstrosities, each the size of a carriage, their exoskeletons fused with shards of red crystal. Their cries were deep, guttural, vibrating through the forest.

"Time to stop holding back."

Kyle muttered.

His aura exploded.

The forest dimmed as the light around him surged. His silver eyes glowed like stars, and veins of raw aether snaked across his skin.

With every step he took, the ground cracked beneath him. He pointed his sword forward.

Queen let out a piercing cry and ascended.

Then he charged.

Like a bolt of lightning, Kyle smashed into the creatures, blade singing through the air. His strikes were not just physical—they carried his will, his fury, and his mana.

Each swing turned into a wave of pure destruction. Where he slashed, monsters died. Where he looked, enemies faltered.

The corrupted crystal-infused monsters tried to surround him, but it was like trying to cage a storm.

Queen joined the fray, summoning a vortex of cutting wind that lifted monsters into the air.

Kyle leapt into that cyclone, using their helpless bodies as platforms to launch himself higher and strike down with godlike force.

One by one, the beasts fell. Burned. Broken. Shattered.

The corrupted mana began to waver.

Kyle stood at the base of the third shard now. A crimson spire, humming with unnatural power, buried in the heart of the forest.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand.

Mana surged—dense and pure, undiluted by the world’s laws. It formed into a spear, glowing like the sun.

He hurled it.

The spear struck the shard with a deafening crack. The air shattered. The forest screamed. And the crystal exploded into shards of light and darkness.

Silence followed.

The corrupted mana that had once polluted the land dissipated. The trees straightened. The soil settled. For the first time in decades, the forest breathed freely.

Kyle exhaled slowly, lowering his hand. Queen circled back and landed on his shoulder, gently tapping her beak against his cheek.

"Two left. He’ll be hurting now.?"

He murmured.

He didn’t need to see the god’s face to know it twisted with rage. And soon, very soon, the final shard would fall—and with it, the last of the god’s bindings.

Kyle turned and walked away, Queen still perched proudly on his shoulder. The hunt continued.

Kyle glanced over his shoulder one last time, watching the dust settle over the ruined shard.

A faint pulse echoed through the air, like a dying heartbeat—one more chain snapped from the god’s grip on the world. The stillness that followed wasn’t peace. It was warning.

He wiped his blade clean on a tattered cloak of one of the fallen monsters and sheathed it.

Queen shifted, talons tightening slightly on his shoulder. She felt it too—the faint hum in the air, like something immense stirring in the distance. A presence growing impatient.

Kyle narrowed his eyes.

"He’s watching."

Though the god couldn’t descend yet, his attention lingered. The divine plane might be bound by rules, but intent was free.

Every crystal Kyle shattered made that attention heavier. More oppressive. A countdown had started, for both sides.

Kyle moved through the forest’s edge, his figure blending into the dusk. There was no need to rest.

Time was against him, and he would not stop until all ten crystals were gone. Until the god had no foothold left.

He would strike first.

And when the God of Justice finally descended, Kyle would be there—waiting. Ready.