REINCARNATION OF THE STRONGEST WAR HERO

Logan had never heard of, let alone seen, anything like this before—monsters pouring out of a rift.

Of course, he couldn't have seen everything in such a short life either. He was only thirteen now.

But seeing the scene in front of him, he was shocked beyond words. The air was heavy with the stench of blood and burning flesh, the ground trembling under the endless march of claws and feet.

His mind raced, planning his next moves.

"You think you can stop me like this? Not this time. Your dirty scheming ends here."

With that thought, he sprang into action. The earth crunched beneath his boots as he unleashed a destructive barrage, advancing toward the creature with the human-like face.

A swarm of monsters, like a cloud of bees, burst forward with shrieks, leaping at him to block his path…

Only to meet their demise.

"Fuck off." His voice cut through the chaos as he lashed out.

He then completely let go of all restraint.

To everyone's shock, he revealed his remaining two affinities, the air around him shimmering with volatile sparks.

From his left hand, five wind blades shot out. In an instant, they sliced through five goblins, cutting them cleanly in half at the waist. Before their bodies could even hit the blood-soaked ground, they crumbled into ash, carried away on the foul wind.

A massive swarm surged toward him, snarling and screeching, their footsteps shaking the cracked earth, determined to tear him apart no matter the cost.

Bending his knees slightly, Logan leapt into the air. His right fist crackled with lightning, the scent of ozone sharp in the air. Then, like a falling meteor, he came crashing down, slamming his fist into the ground.

Boom!

A huge explosion erupted. The earth split in jagged waves, dust and sparks exploding upward, lightning racing through the cracks, annihilating every monster in its path. The shockwave tore through the smoke, scattering burning debris.

He looked like a ferocious being, slaughtering monsters like a deity passing judgment.

Like a mythical hero, every movement radiated confidence, every strike carried pure destruction. And behind the mask, his black eyes burned with fury—hidden from everyone's sight.

Ronald lay on the ground, dust coating his sweat-streaked face. His muscles refused to move, but his mind was roaring. Every strike Logan made fed the fire inside him, dragging him back to his feet in spirit if not in body. He wanted to jump in, to fight shoulder to shoulder, but all he could do was grit his teeth and watch the carnage unfold.

Then it happened. First came the wind blades. Then the lightning fist smashed into the ground.

His breath caught. His eyes went wide, almost bulging.

"Five affinities? Who the hell is the real monster here?!" The words escaped in a hoarse whisper, more disbelief than admiration.

Lilith, meanwhile, stood frozen—not from injury, but from the sheer weight of what she was witnessing. The heat of the battle, the acrid stench of scorched flesh, the deafening booms—it all pressed down on her. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of recognition crossing them before it was smothered. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, knuckles whitening.

"Five affinities?! Tch! So much for being the prodigy of the era. I wouldn't even be able to get close to him. Who is this freak?!" Her voice had lost its smug edge, replaced by a raw, grudging awe.

Until now, a suspicion had been lingering in her mind—that this unstoppable fighter in front of her was actually him. The person she had thought was dead… the one whose loss had left a sad spot in her heart. The person she had desperately wanted to duel.

But now, after seeing Logan's five affinities, that suspicion faded away. As far as she knew, Logan had only possessed three affinities, not five. And while he had been talented, he had never been this strong. The faint little hope bubbling in her heart was snuffed out. Her jaw tightened, a shadow crossing her expression, even as her stance shifted unconsciously toward him—as if her body refused to believe what her mind was telling her.

Her chest felt torn between two emotions—thrill at finding a warrior worth crossing blades with, and disappointment that it might not be the one she'd been waiting for.

If only she knew… what her parents already did…

that her arrow had, in truth, hit the bull's-eye.

And it had struck deeper than she could possibly imagine.

While all kept staring in disbelief, Logan continued to rampage.

The horde of monsters tried their best to hold him in track, but he continued to storm forward.

The orc came again, whirling its hammer.

Before the monster could even finish its swing, Logan was already on it—a blur of speed. His left hand knocked the hammer wide with a sharp metallic clang, and in the same heartbeat, his right palm smashed into its face like a battering ram, driving it into the ground.

Booom!

The orc's head thudded to the ground with a thunderous explosion.

The force sent cracks spiderwebbing through the earth, dust billowing upward in thick waves as the monster horde skidded back, their claws scraping furrows in the ground.

And then…

He blurred…

The creature was keeping track of Logan. Noticing his last stunt, it was alarmed. Its eyes widened, a tremor running through its jaw. Mana flared violently around it, skin tightening over bone as it pulled up a shimmering shield. The ground at its feet cracked under the sudden surge, but its stance wavered—like even it knew the defense wouldn't hold.

Whoosh!

Logan was already there…

Tearing through the air, his punch came down toward the human-faced creature.

It could see it… as if in slow motion. Before the fist even landed, its sheer power sent waves caving down its skin…

And then…

Baaam!

With a loud noise, the creature was hurled back, crashing into the ground.

Before it could even groan, two fireballs slammed into it, deepening the crater even more.

But Logan wasn't satisfied.

He jumped and landed atop it with a crash, his fists raining down in a relentless storm.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

One after another, punches slammed into it. Blood continued to ooze out, but Logan didn't stop.

He looked mad. Consumed by rage, like an angered lion. Only he wasn't howling.

But…

His aura crashed over the battlefield like a storm front, pressing the air from their lungs and making the very ground groan. Even the monsters froze, their instincts screaming that something far above them had just decided to kill.