Reincarnated as the Last Villain

The challenge was sent through fire and messenger.

"To the one who wears my face —I offer you flame and fate.Meet me in the square of Silren.Let the people see which of us is real."— Kael Valen

Day of Reckoning

The sun rose over Silren.

Thousands gathered in the stone square — citizens, rebels, spies, nobles, and war-torn soldiers.

They stood behind barricades, whispering prayers, doubts, curses.

Two Kaels would fight today.

But only one would leave with his name.

On the left:Kael Valen, wrapped in the red-black cloak of Ravengarde, the Flame of Reclamation flickering on his shoulder.

On the right:The False Kael, clad in forged armor, darkened eyes, and a twisted version of Kael's voice echoing with void.

The people stared.

Some couldn't tell the difference.

Others refused to.

The Rules

One blade.

No magic beyond the soul's flame.

No interference.

Winner claims command of the Southern Rebellion.

Loser… is erased from history.

The Duel Begins

Steel clashed.

The square shook.

Flames erupted with every strike — but they were not the same.

The real Kael's flame was golden-red, pulsing with memory and sacrifice.

The imposter's fire was black-blue, empty, hollow — a mimicry.

They moved in circles, mirroring each other, blades dancing like twin serpents.

But with every blow, the imposter grew more brutal, more violent, less human.

Until—

Kael dropped his blade.

The Turning Point

Gasps echoed.

The crowd recoiled.

The imposter charged, blade raised—

Kael whispered:

"Let them see."

He raised his hand.

And the Flame of Reclamation burst upward — a column of light and heat that formed into hundreds of images.

Memories.

His mother's face.The massacre at Blackgarde.Vaenira's tears.Nilo's trembling forge.Serana's silent loyalty.

The crowd watched… and wept.

The flame didn't lie.

The imposter screamed — a voice twisting, cracking.And for the first time…

he looked afraid.

Kael picked up his sword.

And said, calmly:

"You can't fake what you never lived."

One final strike.

Clean. Swift.

The False Kael fell, body dissolving into black ash.

The flame consumed him —and the world saw only one man standing.

[Southern Trust Restored]

Public loyalty increased.

False Kael erased.

Legend spread: "The man who fought himself to stay himself."

Title unlocked: Flameborn King."