Reincarnated Hero System

“One down, seven more to go.”

The Kyrexi were completely floored when Evan spoke those words,

Make no mistake—they still had to contend with his relentless, seemingly infinite rain of piercing weapons attacking them from all directions.

Even when they unleashed bursts of energy to clear a radius around themselves, the space was instantly refilled with more and more weapons, each one brimming with absurd amounts of power.

And despite how long this barrage had continued, its intensity wasn’t diminishing—in fact, the power behind each wave only seemed to grow.

But right now, none of them had the presence of mind to focus on that.

Kael was dead.

This wasn’t like when Evan sealed Dorian.

Kael held an Authority in the Law of Destruction. He was naturally more resistant to Evan’s destruction flames than any of them—part of the reason why Evan had knocked him away.

On top of that, his Authority of Impermanence allowed him to amplify his power in short bursts, exponentially increasing his strength at will.

In other words, in the instant that sword struck him, Kael should have been able to boost his defensive power more than tenfold. Judging by the energy they had sensed in Evan’s throw, that level of reinforcement should have been enough to withstand the attack.

And they knew his Authority of Impermanence had activated. They had felt it.

So how had he still died?

It was baffling.

Sure, Evan had an Ultimate Skill.

Sure, his flames, when combined with Destruction Law Energy, enhanced their already potent durability-ignoring effect, allowing them to tear through defences even more easily.

Sure, he was a godslayer whose every action against gods and divines was inherently more effective.

But even still—none of that explained how a god King had died so easily

An attack of that calibre should not have been able to kill a being of Kael’s level.

The sheer energy behind it was lethal to a Mid-Tier Deity at best. But the gap between a Mid-Tier deity and a High-Tier deity wasn’t just worlds apart—it was galaxies apart, literally.

High-Tier Deities had exponentially greater durability and far superior vitality.

And yet, Evan had used that very attack to kill one of them.

How?

The answer lay in what they could NOT perceive.

Now then—rewind to the moment Evan infused his energy into that sword. He had imbued it not just with his magic power, but with something else.

Something Cosmic.

Indeed, Evan was a Sub-Cosmic being. A secret that only one person in the entire universe knew.

Every other being who had discovered this fact was dead. Evan had made sure of that.

Naturally, the only person who knew was Kayla, and that was because he had no choice but to reveal it when he saved her from the enforcers attempting to return her to the Star of Lightning.

Those enforcers had been Sub-Cosmic beings themselves, and fighting them while keeping his secret intact would have been far too troublesome.

And let’s not forget—they had been sent to capture a Race Empress, even if she was weakened at the time. Their strength was anything but ordinary.

So Evan had pulled out all the stops, revealed his Sub-Cosmic Superiority and burned them all to ashes.

After that, his Sub-Cosmic Superiority went back to being a secret.

He never once used Cosmic Energy on any battlefield, going so far as to consciously rely on his Flames of Life for healing instead of his default Sub-Cosmic Regeneration, all so no one figured him out.

After all, while there were no Cosmic Superiors among the Kyrexi, the same couldn’t be said about the rest of the universe.

He didn’t want anyone to let them know before it was time to reveal it.

That time was now—not that they could sense it even after he revealed it anyway. They were still completely lost on what had just happened.

In killing Kael, Evan had distributed the ambient Cosmic Energy he gathered in a fifty-fifty split.

Half was infused into Mesarthim’s Orange to increase its Amplification effect, while the other half had been directed towards boosting the raw attack potency of his flames.

The result was a level of devastation that exceeded all reasonable expectations.

And since the Kyrexi could not perceive Cosmic Energy, all they had sensed was the base energies Evan had put into the sword construct—the Destruction and Flame Law energies.

But even with their inability to perceive Cosmic Energy, there was something else that unsettled them.

Despite the unrelenting downpour of piercing weapons that rained upon them from every direction, an onslaught so relentless that even their best attempts to clear space around themselves were immediately negated by fresh waves of attacks—despite the scale and power of Evan’s AOE attack, his energy showed no signs of depletion.

They had expected him to burn through his energy reserves at an alarming rate with an onslaught like this.

But it wasn’t happening. The attacks remained as powerful and as numerous as ever.

Of course, this was because these attacks were not powered by the energy in Evan’s body, but by the ambient cosmic energy.

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While numerous thoughts raced through the minds of the Kyrexi in seconds, Evan extended his hand, and Vanquisher flew back into his grasp.

As his fingers curled around the hilt, he levelled the blade at Malrik the Endbringer, and then declared.

“You’re next.”

And just as the sound reached Malrik’s ears, Evan kicked off the ground and dashed towards him.

Malrik’s eyes widened, and he immediately expanded the dome of darkness law energy surrounding him, intensifying its corrosive effect on the flaming weapons raining down upon him.

He needed space—just enough to swing his scythe, Requiem, and tear open a rift in space.

Malrik had the power to command legions of undead, but he hadn’t summoned them before now for a simple reason: Evan would have incinerated the majority of them in an instant, wasting Malrik’s energy.

His truly powerful undead required time to call forth, time that Evan would never allow him.

But now, with no other option, he made this move.

|Death Summon: Endbringer Legion!|

Corpses—hundreds, perhaps thousands—emerged from the spatial rift.

These were not ordinary undead; each one had once been a Deity. Demons, elves, angels, even fellow gods—all now bound to Malrik’s will, their hollow eyes fixed on Evan.

A colossal bone dragon emerged from the rift, its skeletal wings unfurling as it released a roar that shook all of Kyrexis Prime.

Evan, still charging straight for Malrik, lifted his left palm, and a sphere of green flames laced with cosmic energy formed above it.

Then, like a performer playing with fire and alcohol, he blew on the flames. They expanded into a roaring wave, surging forward like wildfire and clashed against the advancing undead.

But even as the flames of life consumed them, the undead pressed on.

Orothis layered curse upon curse upon Evan while drenching the undead in a poison potent enough to corrode even the soul.

Sylvara followed, attempting to bind Evan and hinder his movement, while Leor exerted his authority over momentum, trying to lock him in place.

But before their Authorities could fully ensnare him, Evan leapt into the heart of the undead swarm.

He landed with an explosion, and a vortex of red, yellow and green flames roared skyward, sweeping up the undead and shredding them apart as it whirled, crashing into the bone dragon above.

Simultaneously, a wave of yellow flames surged outward, sweeping across the battlefield.

The Kyrexi immediately switched to defence, aware that Evan’s Purification flames could deal damage even when there was nothing to ‘purify’.

But the moment they committed to defending—Evan vanished.

“?!”

|Where is he?!|

The Kyrexi froze, their expressions twisting in shock. No matter how they searched, or how far they expanded their perception, they couldn’t find Evan.

Instantly, they doubled their guard.

As far as they knew, Evan didn’t possess any concealment ability powerful enough to hide from all of them at once.

But they also knew that artifacts existed—items that could grant abilities beyond one’s natural reach. After witnessing Evan seal Dorian with a Dragonslayer Seal, the possibility that he possessed a powerful concealment artifact was very real.

So, they remained on high alert.

Orothis shifted towards Malrik. The two gods stood back-to-back, their divinities fusing as Malrik continued his Greater Undead Summoning.

To protect himself during the process, he expanded the dome of darkness to cover Orothis as well. In turn, Orothis wove a Curse of Weakness into the dome—not to weaken it, but to weaken anything that touched it.

The intended targets? The ceaseless rain of weapons still falling upon them.

But just as he did that, all the weapons raining down on them suddenly veered off course at light speed, redirecting toward the wounded, one-armed Varok.

Already struggling from his injuries and staying close to Leor for protection, Varok suddenly found himself bombarded by thousands of piercing weapons.

He activated his Authority of Metal and consumed energy to conjure metallic shields around him, while Leor attempted to sap their momentum with his Authority—but the attempt failed.

‘Wait…this—!!’

His Authority’s decree was instantly broken, and just as instantly, he realised Evan had used his Ultimate Skill on them, preventing him from nullifying their momentum.

At best, he could only slow some of them, and only partially.

The first wave struck Varok’s shields, but before he could reinforce them, more weapons burst from the ground beneath him, spears impaling his legs from below.

One pierced straight through his heel, ripping through muscle and bone before exploding out of his knee.

For a brief, agonizing moment, his defences wavered.

Then, another wave of weapons erupted from below, piercing the insides of his shields and shattering them from the impacts on both sides.

The thousands of weapons raining down above finally found their mark.

Before Leor’s light-speed counterattack or Sylvara’s elemental shields could reach him—Varok became a pincushion.

Then, the flames constituting those weapons surged out, flickering and swirling in the air before coalescing—reforming into Evan.

And in that moment, Leor understood what Evan had done.

‘Elementalization!’

When Evan had leapt into the wave of undead, he had unleashed a Vortex of flames and sent a blazing wave outward.

His flames burned the ground, and Evan elementalized his body, becoming the very flames that spread across the battlefield.

Now, he re-solidified, drawing from both the flames burning the ground around Varok and those embedded in the weapons that had pierced him.

Faster than Leor and Miresi’s attacks could reach him, Evan swung his sword.

The blade cleaved through Varok’s neck in an instant, and as his head fell, the strike carried forward, colliding with Leor’s spear.

More flames surged toward Evan, restoring his body to its full form as he calmly declared.

“Two down. Six more to go.”