Reborn As Noble

The air felt heavy—suffocating.

Javier turned slowly, his posture unnatural, eerie, as if the weight of reality no longer applied to him. His face was empty. His eyes—blank, emotionless, dead.

But when he spoke, his voice sent chills down their spines.

"You all… are just summoned heroes."

His tone was flat, cold, devoid of anything human.

"A summon. A summon. A summon."

The words repeated, stripped of emotion, as if he wasn't even addressing them—as if he were talking to himself.

Then—

Javier raised his head, his blank eyes piercing through them.

"Do you know who I am?"

Kenjirou felt his breath hitch.

Something was wrong. Something felt terribly, terribly wrong.

Then—

Javier spoke again.

"I am reborn. The one reborn in this world."

Kenjirou stiffened. His blood ran cold. Because Javier didn't speak in the kingdom's language. He spoke in perfect, fluent Japanese.

The other summoned heroes froze. Kenjirou's smirk disappeared completely.

"What…?"

His mind raced. Did Javier just—

"Who do you all think you are?"

Javier's voice cut through the silence like a blade. The weight of his words crushed them.

Kenjirou gritted his teeth, gripping his sword tighter. Because for the first time since he was summoned—

He felt fear.

Javier took a slow step forward, his grip still firm on Gloria's warhammer. His expression did not change. His voice was empty. Hollow.

"Do you all think…"

The summoned heroes stiffened, the chilling atmosphere making them feel as if something far worse than death stood before them.

"That these villagers were just NPCs?"

Javier's blank eyes flickered toward the hanging bodies.

"That everyone here is just an NPC?"

The flames from the burning houses crackled, their light casting deep shadows across his emotionless face.

"Something you can play with?"

Kenjirou felt his stomach twist.

"Something you can do as you please?"

The heroes instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons. They weren't smiling anymore.

Javier continued walking forward.

"What is the purpose of you all being summoned here?"

Kenjirou gritted his teeth. The Arcane Mage felt a shiver run down her spine. The Archer took a cautious step back. The Tank Hero raised his defenses.

But none of them were ready—

When Javier vanished.

"To wreck this world?"

He reappeared—right behind the Archpriest. The Archpriest barely had time to react—

Before Javier swung Gloria's warhammer downward.

The impact sent the Archpriest crashing into the ground, his divine armor cracking instantly under the overwhelming force. Blood splattered across the dirt as the priest choked, gasping for breath.

"To enjoy your little hero fantasy?"

Javier didn't stop. The hammer slammed down again. And again. And again.

"To do whatever you want because you think this is a game?"

Each strike shattered something—bones, armor, pride. The Archpriest coughed up blood, his hands weakly reaching up—

But Javier's dead eyes didn't even see him as a person anymore. Only trash to be erased.

Kenjirou felt his chest tighten. This—this wasn't supposed to happen. Javier was supposed to be a noble brat. A side character.

But right now—

He looked more like the final boss of this world.

Javier kept slamming the warhammer down, his expression blank, his eyes void of emotion.

The Archpriest beneath him spasmed, choking on his own blood.

CRACK!

The divine staff—his so-called 'blessing'—shattered into tiny pieces. The holy light around him flickered—then died completely. His connection to the goddess was gone.

Javier's voice was cold. Empty.

"Do you think this world is a game?"

The remaining heroes stood frozen, their previous confidence evaporating.

"Where you can enjoy destroying it?"

Javier stepped forward, dragging the bloodied warhammer across the dirt. His dead eyes locked onto the Tanker Hero, Damian.

The heavily-armored warrior flinched.

"W-Wait—"

But Javier vanished.

Then—

He reappeared above the Tanker.

The warhammer slammed down onto Damian's shield with a deafening THUD, sending a shockwave through the entire battlefield. The ground cracked beneath him. The impact echoed across the burning village.

Damian gritted his teeth, straining as he barely held his ground. But Javier didn't stop. Each strike heavier than the last. Each one faster.

Fissures spread across the Tanker's divine armor.

Javier's voice remained cold, relentless.

"How could a summoned 'hero' like you—"

THUD!

"Who knows nothing—"

THUD!

"Who depends entirely on that shitty goddess's blessings—"

THUD!

"Possibly understand what true power is?"

Cracks spread across Damian's shield. His divine protection—weakening. He gasped, struggling to breathe. This wasn't possible.

Javier stared down at him.

"You think just because you level up—"

THUD!

"Kill monsters—"

THUD!

"And receive an overpowered blessing—"

THUD!

"You can do as you please?"

THUD!

"Think you're all special? The chosen? The mighty?"

The divine shield finally shattered. The energy dissipated completely. For the first time since he was summoned—Damian had no protection.

Javier slowly exhaled. His body trembled slightly. One by one—his limiters were breaking. His vision blurred. His eyes burned. Blood trickled from his nose and mouth.

But he felt nothing. No pain. No exhaustion. Only pure, overwhelming power.

Javier's eyes—now blood-red—glowed faintly in the dim firelight. His voice lowered into a whisper.

"You want to see true power?"

Kenjirou, watching from a distance, felt his stomach twist. That wasn't a question. It was a warning.

And the worst part?

Javier wasn't even done yet.

Javier stood motionless, his blood-red eyes glowing faintly in the burning village. His voice was calm. Too calm.

"You all took lives from innocent people."

The summoned heroes tensed.

"You burned them like they were just wood."

Javier took a slow step forward, dragging the bloodied warhammer behind him. Each of his words weighed heavier than the last.

"You killed them because you thought you could."

Kenjirou, his smirk long gone, gritted his teeth.

But Javier wasn't finished. His voice trembled, not with weakness, but with pure, unfiltered rage.

"You think that killing those children… those women… those men… was something you had the right to do?"

His steps stopped.

Then—

His empty, dead gaze locked onto Kenjirou. And for the first time, his voice cracked.

"And now… you took the life… of the only girl I always—always—had my eyes on…"

Kenjirou's breath hitched.

Javier continued, his voice becoming heavier, rawer.

"From the day I was reborn into this world—she was always beside me."

Liana.

His Liana.

"She never tried to leave me. She endured me… even when I acted like a spoiled child."

Javier's hand trembled slightly as he gripped the warhammer tighter.

"She let me sleep with her. She hugged me at night. She sang me lullabies. She cooked for me whenever I asked. She stayed by my side, even when I acted selfish."

His rage turned into grief, into sorrow, into something so raw it suffocated the air itself.

"She was everything to me."

Kenjirou's hands clenched around his divine sword.

But Javier wasn't done. His eyes flickered toward Gloria's lifeless body.

"And not only that… you took the life of the second girl who captured my heart."

Gloria.

His Gloria.

"The one who always pampered me. Covered for me. The one who always found a way to make herself a part of my life."

Javier's expression never changed. But his voice—his words—cut deeper than any blade.

"She only ever looked at me."

His fingers curled into a fist, so tightly that his nails dug into his palm.

"Do you know what my dream was?"

No one spoke. No one dared to speak.

Javier's lips barely moved, but his next words crushed the world around him.

"I wanted to marry them both… when I became an adult."

Kenjirou's face paled. The other summoned heroes shifted nervously, for the first time realizing the weight of what they had done.

But it was too late. Javier's final words echoed like a death sentence.

"But now? You crushed that dream."

His bloodied eyes stared at them all. His killing intent grew so heavy, so suffocating, it felt like the entire world was bowing beneath him.

"So do you think… I'm going to let any of you… live?"

Kenjirou gritted his teeth, stepping back. "Shit—"

Javier vanished.

And in that instant—hell itself was unleashed.

( End of Chapter )