Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 343: Ch : Resisting With all your Might- Part 4

The illusory world trembled as Kyle’s suppressed mana surged, causing cracks to spiderweb across the fabricated sky above.

He could feel the realm fraying under his resistance, his will gnawing at its edges. But before it could collapse entirely, the realm shifted again—reforming faster than he could destroy it.

He blinked and found himself standing in a wide, sunlit courtyard. The air smelled of steel, dust, and laughter. Familiar laughter.

Around him stood the comrades he had once fought alongside in his previous life—men and women he had bled with, cried with, celebrated with.

Some had died in his arms. Others, he had buried himself.

Yet now... they were here. Alive.

He couldn’t see their faces clearly—some were obscured by light, others by shadow—but he remembered them all.

Their voices. Their stances. Their habits. The way one always spun his sword even while talking. The way another always hummed before battle. They were all here.

Kyle stood frozen, his breathing shallow. His fist clenched as emotion coiled in his chest.

Then the voice returned—softer this time, almost gentle.

"You see, Kyle? You don’t have to suffer anymore. You don’t have to lose anyone else. All this... can be yours again. Just surrender. Lay down your weapons, kneel before Goddess Charrin, and we will return what was taken from you. Forever."

The air around him shimmered as the shadows of his former comrades moved closer. Their forms began to extend unnaturally, reaching out like ink spreading across the ground.

One of the shadows lifted and formed into a hand, brushing against his arm with eerie familiarity.

"We miss you, Kyle."

It whispered.

His lips parted, but no words came. His heart ached—how long had he carried this grief? How often had he wished he could see them again?

Protect them this time? Save them?

The shadows grew bolder, wrapping around his wrist.

"Come back. You can rest now. You’ve done enough."

Silence stretched as Kyle stood unmoving. The illusions pressed in tighter, warmth seeping through the lies. For one aching heartbeat, he let the weight settle.

Then, he exhaled.

Mana exploded from him like a silent shockwave. Golden arcs flared through the false courtyard, tearing through the fake warmth and the cloying shadows.

The shadows screamed as they were ripped apart, light pouring into the cracks.

The illusion shattered.

The sunlit courtyard vanished, replaced by a black void. Kyle stood in the heart of the crumbling illusion, eyes narrowed and posture firm.

Mana surged from his body in rhythmic pulses, defying the will of the dungeon.

"I’ve seen this all before. The promise of peace. Of rest. Of salvation." His voice was calm, resolute. "But peace built on lies is not peace. It’s a cage."

He said quietly.

The remnants of the realm recoiled, flickering in fear.

"If you want to break me, you’ll have to do more than parade ghosts in front of me."

The voice returned, no longer gentle—now sharp and strained.

"Why do you resist, Kyle? You could be free of pain. You could have purpose, family, everything you lost."

Kyle closed his eyes, the memories of his real comrades flooding back—how they had died for a cause, how they had believed in him.

"I already have a purpose. And I don’t need your illusions to give it meaning."

He replied.

As the last echoes of the voice faded, the false world collapsed in on itself, like ash blown away in the wind.

Kyle stood alone in the dark, the sealed cube still holding him, but no longer in control.

He was the only thing left.

His breathing was slow. Steady.

"I’m not here to play. I’m here to win."

He whispered.

And with that, he began to push. Not against the illusions, but against the very structure of the seal itself.

The real fight had just begun.

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Goddess Charrin hovered in the sky, her divine form glowing like a second sun, wings of radiant mana spread wide as she loomed over the battlefield.

In her hand, the crystal cube containing Kyle pulsed erratically, flickering with wild bursts of golden light.

A violent surge of mana exploded from within it, making her flinch slightly as a burn bloomed on her wrist.

"Tch. Still resisting, are you? Stubborn fool."

She hissed, clutching the cube tighter.

Her momentary distraction was all the Grand Duchess needed. From her vantage point behind the ranks, Amana raised her hand high and gave the signal.

"Now! All units, fire!" \

She bellowed.

Hundreds of mana-charged arrows were loosed from the bows of trained soldiers, streaking through the air like comets.

They shot toward the distracted goddess in a brilliant storm of light and speed.

But the goddess’s eyes snapped to them just in time. Her lips curled into a snarl.

"You dare... insects."

She waved a hand, and a portion of her mana condensed into a shield that deflected many of the arrows—but not all.

Several slipped through, nicking her divine form and forcing her back. One struck her shoulder, sizzling against her skin before melting away.

"You miserable little ants. You want war? Then I shall give you extinction."

She growled, her tone venomous.

The sky turned red as divine energy began to collect around her.

Charrin raised her hands to the heavens and summoned her grandest attack—an overwhelming beam of condensed divine judgment.

The air burned with its charge, and the ground trembled under its power.

"Eradication!"

She screamed.

Panic rippled through the ranks below as the beam reached its zenith. Soldiers faltered. Some priests dropped their weapons in despair.

But Amana stood tall, eyes fierce.

"Do not retreat! If we fall here, we fall forever. Pool your mana—now!"

She roared.

From her command, every soldier, mage, and priest pushed their dwindling reserves into a combined barrier.

A shimmering wall of mana formed above them, trembling under pressure. The divine beam slammed into it with apocalyptic force, bathing the field in white light.

It held.

Just barely.

When the light cleared, smoke rose from scorched earth. The barrier had cracked, but it had not broken.

Cheers rang out—short-lived.

Charrin’s face twisted in fury.

"You think this is over? Fine. Let this be your final prayer!"

She screeched.

She began charging a second attack, her body glowing brighter than ever, her wings flaring out in jagged lines of energy. This one would be stronger. Faster. Deadlier.

And this time, they had nothing left to give.

Horror crept into every face. The priests trembled, begging the goddess to spare them. The soldiers exchanged glances, frozen with despair.

Then a soft step echoed through the silence.

Silvy stepped forward.

Her body trembled, her lips pale. But her gaze was resolute.

"I won’t... let you win."

She said softly.

Raising her hands, she summoned her mana—but this time, she did not just draw from her reserves.

She opened her core, pushing her life force directly into her spell. Pure, raw power flared around her, wind swirling, light dancing at her fingertips.

She cast her arms out, forming a shield of ethereal energy in front of the army.

Charrin’s eyes narrowed.

"Foolish elf. You would offer your life so freely?"

Silvy didn’t respond. She only gritted her teeth, planting her feet into the ground as the massive beam of divine mana tore through the sky once more—straight toward her.

The impact was instant and overwhelming.

Her shield held—for a second.

Then it cracked.

Then it shattered.

But instead of falling, the residual mana clung to Silvy, wrapping around her like tendrils of fire. Her body flung backward from the force, crashing into the dirt, smoke rising from her arms and legs.

"Silvy!"

Someone shouted.

She didn’t move.

The field fell silent again, a heartbeat away from crumbling into total despair.

And then... the cube in Charrin’s hand began to scream.

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