Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent

With the colossal monster left behind in the hands of Grand Duchess Amane, Melissa, and Bruce, Kyle walked away from the battlefield without looking back.

He could hear distant battle cries, the crack of steel against chitin, and the pulse of mortal will pushing back against impossible odds. He didn't interfere.

He trusted them.

The path ahead led deeper into the forest—toward the heart of divine corruption.

Black mist hung in the air like poison, and the trees had twisted into warped shadows of their former selves. The sky above seemed to darken with every step he took.

As Kyle reached the final ridge, the world fell eerily silent.

The mana here was heavy.

It wasn't simply dense. It warned him.

Every step forward made his body feel like it was walking into a wall of pressure. Whispers of divine warning brushed against his mind—ancient, emotionless.

"Turn back."

"This place is not for mortals."

"Do not touch what belongs to the gods."

But Kyle ignored it all.

His boots struck the earth with steady rhythm. The winds howled louder the closer he got, as though nature itself was trying to push him away.

Then he saw it.

Floating above a jagged pedestal of stone—the final divine shard. A pulsing crystal the size of a man's torso, glowing with a deep golden light. Mana radiated off it like fire from the sun.

Kyle raised his sword.

The mana screamed, and the world seemed to twist as if time itself were rebelling.

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Steel met divinity.

And the shard shattered.

A deafening blast erupted outward in all directions, blinding and absolute. Mana surged like a tidal wave, radiating from the forest heart and expanding into the world like a divine scream.

Across the land, monsters that had once served the god of justice—mutated beasts, divine puppets, malformed guardians—exploded into dust, their forms unraveled by the backlash.

The shard's destruction had severed the god's control. The immediate threat to humanity… was gone.

For now.

Kyle stood in the stillness of the aftermath, sword humming faintly in his hand. His coat whipped in the winds of lingering divine tremors.

He waited.

But the air remained still.

No god descended.

Kyle frowned.

"You're not coming?"

Silence.

He looked up toward the roiling heavens, the clouds warped by divine presence.

"Hundereds of your monsters. Ten of your shards. All gone. And still you hide?"

His voice was calm. Cold.

No answer.

His eyes narrowed.

"Coward. Come down here. Show your face. Or are you afraid your justice won't survive me?"

His voice cut through the emptiness.

Still nothing.

Kyle stood in the quiet, alone.

His sword lowered.

"…Pathetic."

He turned, footsteps heavy against the broken ground, and began walking away.

But he hadn't gone far when the mana around him shivered.

The very air rippled.

Then—

BOOM.

A tremor pulsed through the ground, and all the remaining divine mist coalesced in a single spot behind him. Kyle turned sharply, eyes narrowing.

The mist twisted. Folded. Took shape.

A tall, distorted figure rose from the earth—half-man, half-beast. Its lower body was feral, covered in plated fur and claws that dug into the soil, while its upper body bore the build of a warrior, armored in silver and etched with divine runes.

A wolf-like face snarled under a golden helmet fused to its skull.

Its presence reeked of divine enforcement.

A Servant of the God of Justice.

Kyle's expression sharpened.

The creature's eyes glowed, its voice guttural yet regal.

"You've caused quite the stir, mortal."

Kyle raised an eyebrow.

"And yet your master still hides behind lapdogs."

The creature growled.

"The whereabouts of gods are not for your kind to know."

"I've killed everything you sent. You think you'll be any different?"

Kyle lifted his sword.

The beast's muscles tensed.

"I am not like the others. I am Judicar, hand of divine balance. You will not leave here alive."

Kyle exhaled softly.

"So that's how it is."

He shifted his stance. The ground beneath his feet cracked slightly as he infused mana into his blade.

Judicar didn't wait. He lunged, blindingly fast, claws raking forward with divine speed.

Kyle brought his sword up and blocked, but the force sent him sliding backward, gouging a trench through the earth.

Before he could regain footing, Judicar was already upon him again—fangs bared, a massive fist slamming down.

Kyle twisted to the side, narrowly dodging the blow as the impact shattered the stone beneath him.

This one was faster than the others. Stronger. Sharper.

Kyle gritted his teeth and responded in kind.

He swung upward—mana surging along his blade—and cut through Judicar's shoulder. Sparks and golden blood sprayed from the wound, but the beast didn't falter.

Instead, it grabbed Kyle by the wrist and hurled him into a tree with a thunderous crash.

The impact crushed the trunk, but Kyle pushed himself out of the splinters and landed in a crouch, breathing calmly.

Judicar charged again.

This time, Kyle didn't dodge.

He stepped into the strike and slammed his fist into the beast's gut, disrupting its balance.

Before Judicar could recover, Kyle flipped the grip on his sword and drove it into the exposed ribs, twisting it hard.

The beast howled and struck back with an elbow to Kyle's jaw. Blood flew from Kyle's mouth as he was sent flying again, tumbling through the dirt before rolling to his feet.

They paused—both breathing heavier now.

Judicar sneered.

"You are powerful for a mortal."

Kyle wiped the blood from his mouth.

"You're weak for a divine mutt."

The Servant bared his fangs and unleashed a torrent of golden energy.

Kyle raised his sword and answered with a wave of his own mana, the two forces colliding mid-air and exploding in a blinding light.

Kyle narrowed his eyes.

This fight was only beginning.

Judicar loomed in the swirling mana haze, golden blood dripping from the wound in his side. Despite it, his voice came calm—almost amused.

"You're good. For a human. But I don't understand what possessed you to think… you could challenge a god."

He said, eyes narrowing.

Kyle rolled his shoulder, the corner of his mouth tugging into a dry smile.

"Is that what you think this is? Arrogance?"

Judicar said nothing, waiting.

Kyle chuckled.

"I've killed everything that stood in my way. Beasts. Abominations. Servants like you. Even things that called themselves gods."

He said calmly, lifting his sword once more.

He stepped forward, each word carrying more weight than the last.

"And I'm still standing."

The wind howled between them, mana crackling in the air like a storm on the verge of breaking.

Kyle's gaze sharpened.

"So no. I'm not stopping here. Not when I'm this close."

Judicar's expression darkened, beast-like growl rising in his throat.

"Your pride blinds you, mortal."

But Kyle didn't flinch.

"No. Your god's delusion does."

He leveled his blade at Judicar's chest.

"Tell him if he won't come down and face me, I'll climb up and rip him out of the heavens myself."

The ground quaked beneath them.

The final battle line was being drawn.

And neither man nor beast intended to yield. After all, they both had too much on the line to look away.