Reincarnated: I Became The First Warlord Of The World-Chapter 80

A boy beat his fists helplessly against the rock. "Let us out! Please!"

But the soldier only laughed.

He took a step forward, raising his hand. "This next spell will melt your bones. I’ll start with the slowest one first."

He gathered energy between his fingers, a malicious grin twisting his face.

But in that moment—before the spell could be cast, before the scream could leave the girl’s throat, before death could claim even a second more of innocence—something shifted in the air.

A gust of wind. A flicker of orange light.

Then—bam—he felt it, a presence behind him, Cold. Calm. Furious.

"You’re not touching them," a voice said—low and resolute.

The soldier froze, his breath catching.

He turned his head slowly... and there stood Jonathan. His eyes gleamed with unshakable fire. His body pulsed with orange energy that cracked the ground beneath his feet. And his fists—already clenched—were glowing like the wrath of a thousand storms waiting to be unleashed.

The Alphacrest soldier was stunned to the bone when he realized someone was standing behind him. His entire body stiffened.

No... that couldn’t be right.

He had a sharp sense for danger, one that had saved his life countless times. He could feel a threat approaching from five minutes away. And yet—this—this presence behind him had appeared without a trace, like a ghost. Like death itself.

Cold sweat beaded his forehead.

"Who the fuck is this guy?" he thought, his pulse quickening.

He tightened his grip, trying to gather energy and spin around to attack—maybe even land the first strike out of reflex—but he was too slow.

Far too slow, before his body could even complete the turn, a fierce gust of wind smashed across his face.

WHAM!

"Spinning Kick: Level 5."

The words were like thunder, crashing behind the soldier’s skull as Jonathan’s leg spun through the air with flawless speed and force.

His boot struck the side of the soldier’s jaw with such raw velocity that the man’s body lifted off the ground. His helmet snapped clean off, flying into the air like a paper plate. His body twisted midair, bones cracking from the sheer torque of the blow, before he came crashing down onto the rocky terrain.

The earth groaned beneath the impact, the children gasped in unison.

Dust rose around the soldier’s body as he lay still, dazed, blood trickling from the side of his mouth.

He couldn’t even scream, he couldn’t even breathe.

Jonathan didn’t say another word. He simply stood tall, his chest rising slowly as he stared down at the soldier, his energy still glowing faintly.

The kids behind him once trembling in terror were now frozen in awe. They didn’t know who he was.

But they knew he had come for them.

The force was so powerful that it sent the Alphacrest soldier staggering backwards, his boots grinding against the debris-covered ground as he barely managed to keep himself upright. He coughed hard, blood spilling out from the side of his mouth as the sting from Jonathan’s spinning kick burned into his jaw.

His eyes burst wide open, shock written all over his bruised face, that was no ordinary attack.

He clutched the side of his face, trembling slightly. That wasn’t a low-level skill—it was definitely a C-ranked skill. The soldier had seen C-rankers fight before, and he knew the feel of that kind of pressure. What rattled him wasn’t just the technique—it was who had used it.

He studied Jonathan quickly, scanning his energy flow.

His mouth tightened. "That’s... impossible."

From what he could sense, Jonathan was only at the fourth stage of the magical path. There was no way a martial artist at that level should be able to perform a C-ranked skill—especially not with such fluid execution and devastating effect.

It was rare. Almost unheard of.

Only those with monstrous talent... or a terrifying destiny... could pull off something like that.

The Alphacrest soldier finally found his balance and rose to his full height, his gaze now fixed squarely on Jonathan. His initial cockiness had vanished. Replaced by something else.

Respect? No, fear.

"That’s a great one," the soldier said with a small grunt, wiping blood from the edge of his lips. "Honestly... I wasn’t expecting any soldiers from Dreamway to still be left in Baytorn."

He gave a dry, humorless chuckle as his grip tightened around his blade.

"The base commander told me himself—he said Baytorn’s clean. He said there wouldn’t be any interference in the streets, not in this zone. He’s heading to the B4 rescue sector now... confident no Dreamway soldier would come to the streets."

The soldier’s smirk returned, but it didn’t reach his eyes this time.

"But look at you... Guess he was wrong."

Jonathan’s expression darkened like a gathering storm. Every word from the Alphacrest soldier’s mouth didn’t just anger him—it confirmed something he had already started to suspect deep down.

Charles, that bastard, a coward who had no honor. A man who stood by while Dreamway burned, and somehow... still remained in power. Still untouched. Still respected.

Jonathan’s fists clenched. His teeth gritted behind a tight jaw, It all made sense now.

Charles, who once took his comrade’s wife, who pretended to mourn while stabbing everyone from behind, had probably been one of the first to shake hands with Alphacrest. A man like that wouldn’t hesitate to sell his own people to save his skin. And now he was leading rescue missions?

What a joke.

Jonathan’s eyes narrowed, his aura thickening around him. The tension in the air changed. The Alphacrest soldier felt it too. He stepped back instinctively, confused at the killing intent that now poured from Jonathan like a flood.

Jonathan didn’t even look at him for a second. His mind was already on Charles.

After I’m done with you, Jonathan thought grimly, I’m going to find that traitor and finish what this country should have done years ago.

Then, slowly, Jonathan lifted his eyes and met the soldier’s gaze—sharp, fearless, and deadly.

He responded with a mocking smirk, voice calm but laced with a threat.

"Yeah," Jonathan said coldly. "He was right..."

He tilted his head slightly, like a predator ready to pounce.

"But I’m the stubborn type. I disobey orders..."

Jonathan took a powerful step forward, energy surging around him.

"...and I ran here to kick your ass."

Gavin smiled wickedly when he saw the last slab of stone seal the top of the earth wall, trapping Jonathan completely inside. His expression lit up with pride, as though he had just conquered a battlefield singlehandedly.

"Do you really believe I’d be scared of some rookie with a mouth?" Gavin sneered, dusting his hands. "I’ve crushed worse."

His words rang out as the walls hardened into a thick, fortified cube of compressed soil and stone—impenetrable to anything less than a B-ranked skill. He had crafted this prison dozens of times in training and on missions. It was designed to crush bones, silence screams, and end lives quietly.

No light could penetrate the thick earth. No air would last more than a few seconds, Inside that tomb, Jonathan should be panicking. He should be gasping already.

Gavin’s cheeks twitched, his grin widening. He was already picturing the lifeless body inside—choking on his own arrogance.

A few of the Alphacrest foot soldiers at the corner began to cheer, believing their officer had just buried a hero.

"No way a C-rank skill can break through that," Gavin muttered under his breath. "And he’s a fourth-stage. No B-rank skill in his arsenal."

He turned his back casually.

"Slowly," Gavin said with a cruel calm, "he’ll die in there... just like the rest of them who thought they could save this place."

He took a few more steps forward—certain the fight was over, but he had no idea...He had made a grave mistake, everyone on the scene froze.

The earth walls had completely sealed shut, trapping Jonathan inside. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then one of the kids, still hiding behind the debris, whispered, "Is he... gone?"

The other civilians watched with wide eyes, holding their breath. A few of them gasped. Some began to cry quietly, confused and terrified.

Even a few Alphacrest soldiers exchanged glances, shocked that someone had been sealed so suddenly. One of them muttered, "That guy... he didn’t even fight back. What just happened?"

A woman clutched her child tightly, her lips trembling. "He came to save us..."

The entire place felt like it had gone still, unsure if the man who just saved them had truly been defeated.

More gasps echoed through the area. The air suddenly felt heavier, as if the ground itself was holding its breath.

A young boy clung tightly to his older sister, whispering, "He was strong... he can’t be gone, right?"

The sister didn’t respond. Her eyes were glued to the towering earth structure, her face pale with confusion and fear.

An older man hiding by a cracked wall shook his head slowly. "That man... moved like lightning. How did they trap him?"

Even Gavin’s fellow Alphacrest soldiers looked uncertain. One of them stepped back slightly and murmured, "Did he really go down that easy?"

Gavin stood tall, but even he kept glancing at the earth wall. Something about the silence inside made him feel uneasy. No struggle, no sound—nothing. Just stillness.