Reincarnated: I Became The First Warlord Of The World-Chapter 79

To the eyes of the townsfolk, it was like watching a storm of orange energy sweeping through the battlefield.

He punched. He kicked. He spun. He flipped. Every move was deadly, precise, and fueled with one purpose—protect the innocent.

The summoner, still hidden behind the ruins of the old bell tower, watched the scene unfold through a magical lens etched into the air in front of him. His hand trembled over the summoning crystal as he watched his beast fall—one after the other.

"What... what is this?" he whispered, his voice dry with disbelief. "He just killed one of my strongest... how—?"

But before he could finish the thought, his eyes widened in complete horror.

All six.

All six monstrous rats—beasts imbued with dark magic, creatures capable of leveling entire villages—were now lying motionless on the ground. Some had crushed skulls, others had shattered limbs, and one had a hole blasted straight through its chest.

Smoke rose from their corpses.

The battlefield was silent, except for the soft, staggered breathing of the children who were now huddled behind broken carts and overturned crates, watching their savior stand at the center of the battlefield.

Jonathan’s chest heaved with each breath, his fists still clenched, blood dripping from his gloves—not his own, but the blood of the monsters.

He slowly turned his head toward the direction of the bell tower, locking eyes with the summoner through the magical lens.

The summoner felt it, the challenge, the promise.

"You’re next," Jonathan’s eyes said.

The summoner’s heart jumped into his throat the moment he realized Jonathan was gone from the center of the battlefield.

His magical lens shattered into tiny fragments of light, and a sharp breeze whipped past him. Panic surged through his veins. His instincts screamed—run.

"How could he be this fast!" the summoner gasped, spinning around, summoning his most powerful defense spell in a flash of desperation. Crimson glyphs flared to life around his body, forming a spiraling barrier of blood-red energy as he braced himself.

But it was too late, too late.

In the blink of an eye, Jonathan was already in front of him—no sound, no warning—just sheer presence. His body glowed with a fierce orange aura, energy crackling along the surface of his skin like fire wrapping around a storm.

The summoner’s mouth barely opened before Jonathan’s voice dropped like thunder.

"Combo Punch."

His right fist pulled back, bursting with layered force.

"Ultra Plus!"

BOOM!

The world around them twisted.

The punch connected with the center of the summoner’s barrier, but instead of holding back the force, the spiraling glyphs shattered like glass. A thunderous shockwave erupted from the point of impact, hurling debris, dust, and shattered stone in every direction. The trees nearby bent from the force. The ground cracked beneath their feet.

The summoner’s body was lifted into the air like a ragdoll, sent crashing through three stone pillars before slamming violently into the ground several meters away.

He didn’t get up.

Smoke rose from the crater where he landed. His body trembled once, then fell completely still.

Jonathan stood still at the spot where he delivered the blow, his expression calm but his eyes blazing with intensity. The flames of his aura slowly receded, but his breathing remained steady. He didn’t even look at the fallen summoner. His focus was already moving ahead.

Because he knew—This was only the beginning.

Jonathan’s boots dug into the cracked earth as he landed in the middle of the ruined town square once again, smoke and debris swirling around him like a cloak of battle. The air was heavy with the scent of burning wood, scorched stone, and fading bloodlust. His metal gloves hissed softly, still glowing faintly from the surge of energy that coursed through them moments ago.

Behind him, the summoner’s lifeless body slumped in the distance—crushed beyond recognition after slamming through stone, wood, and the very bones of the town itself.

But Jonathan didn’t spare another glance.

His eyes were fixed ahead.

One by one, the giant rats and summoned creatures across the battlefield flickered like dying embers. Some exploded in clouds of smoke, others crumbled like dry ash, while a few screeched and howled in confusion before their forms melted into the wind. Their connection to this realm was severed the moment the summoner took his last breath.

Jonathan stood tall, his chest rising and falling slowly, his eyes scanning every edge of the burning streets and shattered rooftops.

He had no idea the summoner had unleashed such a wide-range summon—this wasn’t a single target spell, but a full field control meant to turn this hometown into a graveyard. The sheer number of monsters, the scale of destruction... it could’ve leveled the entire district before reinforcements ever arrived.

If he had taken even a second longer...

Children, elders, and helpless families hiding in basements and alleyways—they would’ve all been gone.

Jonathan exhaled deeply.

"Good thing I trusted my gut," he murmured.

He thought back to his decision—abandoning the standard tactics and attacking the summoner first, even when the monsters were closing in on the kids. It had been a gamble. A dangerous one. But it paid off. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

What he did earlier wasn’t to kill all the monsters—just to buy himself time. Time to eliminate the real threat.

And now, as the last remnants of the summoned creatures dissolved into dust, the battlefield finally began to still.

It wasn’t over—not yet—but Jonathan could now see a path forward. The monsters were gone. The children were alive. The town still stood.

And most importantly—He had just proven to himself that he could protect it. That his promise wasn’t just words.

Jonathan clenched his fists, the steel groaning softly under his grip.

He took one last look at the battlefield, now slowly returning to silence, then turned his eyes toward the heart of the city.

Now that the monsters were gone...

It was time to face the next enemy.

Jonathan drew in a deep breath, the weight of the war and the cries of the people pressing into his lungs like stone—but before he could take another step forward, he heard the faint sound of hurried footsteps behind him. He turned his head slightly, only to see a small boy, no older than six, running toward him through the smoke and rubble.

The boy’s cheeks were smudged with soot, his clothes torn at the edges. Yet his eyes sparkled with something that had become rare in Dreamway—hope.

"Thank you," the little boy said breathlessly, his voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you for saving us."

Jonathan froze, his heart tightening in his chest. He hadn’t expected a moment like this. He hadn’t fought for thanks, for praise, or recognition. But standing there, with a child’s eyes locked on him like he was a beacon in the chaos—it broke something in him. And at the same time, it restored something too.

He slowly knelt down, his battle-worn knees pressing into the cracked earth, and gently placed his gloved hand on the boy’s head.

"I will bring this place back to order," he said, his voice soft but filled with power. "I promise you."

The boy nodded over and over, gripping the edge of Jonathan’s shirt like he didn’t want to let go. It reminded Jonathan of everything he had left behind... and everything he was still fighting for.

He stood up tall once more, the strength returning to his legs. But it wasn’t the same strength as before. This time, it wasn’t fueled by adrenaline, or duty, or even rage.

It was love, Pure, defiant love—for the innocent lives caught in the madness. For his hometown. For Dreamway.

He ruffled the boy’s hair one last time and turned away, facing the distant sounds of destruction. His senses picked up on another threat brewing, stronger than the last—thick with killing intent, hatred, and bloodlust. He could hear the howls of monsters and the laughter of Alphacrest soldiers echoing off the broken buildings ahead.

With his back straight and his boots crunching forward, Jonathan stepped into a sprint. Each stride devoured the ground beneath him.

He could already hear the enemy.

"There’s no need to fight back," a voice sneered from afar, venomous and proud. "This city is going to be ours. We’re going to kill every last one of you... and hang you on crosses at the defense base of this city."

Jonathan didn’t flinch, If they wanted to crucify heroes—then let them try, Because before the night ended, they would all know:

Dreamway had its protector back.

The words from the Alphacrest soldier echoed across the burning street, his voice sharp and cruel like a blade slicing through hope.

"There is no running away, kids," he sneered, his hands glowing with the pulse of deadly magic. "You’re all going to die—just like I said from the beginning."

The terrified children huddled together, some crying, others frozen in place. A few brave ones tried to run, but the Alphacrest soldier slammed his palms to the ground, conjuring towering earth walls around them in an instant. The walls closed off every path, trapping the children in a stone prison.

"No!" a little girl cried.