Reincarnated Hero System

“Unique Skill—Machine god: Divine Overload Mode!!!”

A blinding surge of divinity erupted from him, metal fragments vibrating violently as they were drawn toward his body. Flesh and machine fused in a grotesque transformation, his divine spark burning to its brightest limit.

He glared at Evan and Arthur, his voice a desperate scream.

“I’ll take you all with me!!!!”

With a desperate roar, he pushed his divinity to its absolute limit even as his body creaked under the energy overload.

“Break Core! Full Burst!!”

A torrent of energy erupted from him, shaking the ground and sending tremors across the entire island.

Every living being across the island, from the lowest grunt soldiers to the highest generals felt the surge of power, their heads snapping towards the source.

Even Alvey and McEnda paused mid-battle, their gazes hardening. If that thing detonated, WA-O3 and the surrounding islands—containing over 25 million demon soldiers—would be wiped out!

They couldn’t afford such a loss.

Far beyond, the gods watching from the distant moon were stunned by the sheer scale of power Kalon was releasing, even under Arthur’s godslayer suppression.

Kalon’s grin stretched wide as he envisioned the devastation—the island in flames, Evan and Arthur turned to dust, and his legacy, his genius, secured through his clone.

It was then that Arthur whose gaze had been facing Evan finally turned towards him. Kalon’s breath caught as he met the glow of Arthur’s heterochromatic eyes.

Unlike the others, there was no fear in them, only calm indifference. Even Evan who was beside him was just watching silently, as though anticipating what Arthur was gonna do.

“You… you can’t stop this!” Kalon screamed, his voice cracking. It sounded less like a threat and more like he was trying to convince himself. “I’ll annihilate you all!”

Arthur sighed, his expression shifting into one of exasperation as he stepped forward.

Cosmic energy swirled around him as he spoke in his Faux True Voice.

|¬Oh World, Be Still. ¬|

And the World obeyed.

The raging energy around Kalon halted instantly, as time itself had submitted to Arthur’s will.

The ground stopped trembling. The oceans stilled, and even the wind refused to blow.

Kalon’s still-conscious mind reeled in horror. He had believed the sheer amount of law energy he was about to detonate would be too much for Arthur’s Time Stop to handle, expecting it to disrupt its activation.

He wasn’t wrong. If Arthur had used magic to stop time, the unstable energy would have broken the effect.

But Arthur had Cosmic Energy.

And as the Progenitor of godslayers, anything he did against a god—or even a demigod like Kalon—was amplified.

No more words were needed.

‘It’s really a broken ability. Truly befitting of a race handcrafted by the Cosmos to cull gods.’

Such a thought crossed Evan’s mind as he saw Arthur raise his hand and release waves of Anti-Divinity.

|¬Pseudo-Authority of Gravity: Devouring Singularity. ¬|

A marble-sized void formed in Arthur’s palm. Then, the overwhelming gravitational law energy expanded its pull to drag in the energy Kalon had intended to detonate.

Tendrils of the immense power spiralled toward the tiny black sphere in Arthur’s hand, drawn in piece by piece.

“Hmm? Guess I got ahead of myself there.”

Arthur muttered, glancing at the silver blood trickling from the cracks along his right arm. The singularity he created was unstable, and then it was overloaded with Kalon’s amassed energy.

As its powerful gravity disrupted Arthur’s time stop while trembling on the verge of exploding, the boy came to a realisation.

‘My Pseudo-Authority is not strong enough to finish it off.’

He quickly decided on a different approach, infusing cosmic energy into his voice as he began speaking.

|¬Everything began from Null, ¬|

|¬And everything will eventually return to Null. ¬|

His eyes glowed as the singularity in his palm thrashed, resisting his Pseudo-Authority’s control.

|¬I simply accelerate this natural process. ¬|

Silver energy surged from his hand, forming chains of light around the unstable mass. Then, with a single command—

|¬Begone. ¬|

The volatile energy vanished. No explosion, no sound—just silence. It was as if it had never existed.

Arthur lowered his hand, gradually releasing the gravity that held the singularity in his palm. The gravity around him briefly inverted before returning to normal, and he sighed.

“Guess I should have just used AGSD even though I would have had to release the energy elsewhere.”

Arthur’s AGSD technique required him to expel absorbed energy, but the Devouring Singularity was meant to send it to wherever in the universe things that were eaten by black holes got sent.

But since Arthur couldn’t fully control it, he failed to erase the energy, resorting to using his Null instead.

Sighing in frustration, he raised a finger and called out, his voice booming across the island.

|¬Airstrike!¬|

The command echoed like thunder, and the demons manning the airships were momentarily frozen. Then they snapped out of their dazes and unleashed a barrage of missiles at the land below.

Anti-Divinity missiles, each one trailing with the blackened corrosive power of the McEnda Archdemon bloodline, rained down on the Aramisian weapon depots, exploding in violent bursts of dark energy.

Demonic missiles obliterated Aramisian airships mid-air, and the conventional nuclear missiles crashed into the other Archipelago islands, leaving devastation in their wake.

Back on WA-O3, Arthur, his right hand bloodied, lifted Kalon’s limp body with ease. Blood dripped from Kalon’s blinded eye, and he trembled while fighting to stay conscious.

Seeing his struggle, Arthur laughed.

“You know your master isn’t actually dead.”

“?!”

Kalon’s body stiffened, his remaining eye wide with horror. Despite the pain, he forced it open, disbelief in his gaze.

Arthur then reached into his subspace and pulled out a small cube, showing Ger’s faint, powerless body inside.

“I sealed him the day I destroyed the Duskhand. I never killed him.”

Arthur’s voice was casual but filled with dark amusement.

“How else do you think I found your location? Your master had clues, of course. He didn’t know exactly where you were, but he led us right to you.”

Kalon trembled harder as Arthur tossed the cube back into subspace before asking.

“Now that you know your master’s alive, I wonder… how do you feel?”

Kalon, lost in a swirl of shock and confusion, couldn’t muster a response.

At this sight, Evan who’d been silently watching, burst out laughing and spoke to Arthur.

“You’ve got bad taste, Arthur. There was absolutely no reason to do this.”

“Of course, there was no need. But I did it because, well, I can,” Arthur shrugged, his tone light as he replied.

Evan sighed, a wry smile creeping beneath his mask.

‘Typical Arthur.’

But the humour quickly faded as Danger Sense blared an alarm in his head.

Evan barely had time to even process the source of the danger when the ground cracked open violently. Cracks like jagged lightning bolts tore through the earth, and a thick cloud of dust, steam, and smoke exploded upwards, swallowing them whole.

Narrowing his eyes, Evan tried to pinpoint any threats amidst the smoke, but that proved difficult when he realized he could barely sense Arthur’s presence, despite being physically close.

‘The magic in the smoke is disrupting perception. This is troublesome.’

Suddenly, Danger Sense’s warning spiked, and this time, it signalled that the threat towards Evan was heading in Arthur’s direction.

Evan didn’t need a second to understand that it wasn’t him who was the target, but Arthur. He was just going to be caught in the crossfire if he remained where he was.

Without hesitation, Evan shifted to the side, avoiding a blade that pierced the spot where his head was a second ago and headed straight for Arthur.

He expected Arthur to block the attack with his gravity barrier, but the sickening sound of a blade piercing flesh reached his ears a moment later, telling him something had gone wrong.

Multiple presences flickered in and out of his perception, and Evan’s frown deepened as the smoke kept him from detecting their exact positions.

Danger Sense activated again, and Evan spun, using his Hammerfist skill to knock the Aramisian trying to attack him away from behind.

‘This smoke needs to go.’

With that thought, Evan activated Harbinger of Ice.

“Ice Nova!”

Crimson gold ice erupted from the ground, sending jagged spikes shooting in every direction, shaking the earth beneath them.

Within a hundred meters, everything froze solid—enemies, debris, even the swirling smoke—encased in thick ice.

Arthur waved his left hand, sending a gust of wind to clear the smoke, revealing the frozen Aramisians, motionless and trapped in crystalline prisons.

It turned out Kalon’s earlier call for Transcendents had been answered. A squad had come to retrieve him, only to be halted by Evan’s Ice Nova, which dropped the temperature to near absolute zero in seconds.

Even Legendary Level existences capable of withstanding nuclear blasts to the face were frozen in place, their bodies shutting down as muscles and energy flows ceased.

However, the freezing was short-lived.

‘I can’t maintain this near-absolute zero for too long.’

Evan released the ice, shattering it into thousands of jagged pieces, and the frozen Aramisians collapsed, their bodies limp. It would take time for them to recover, but Evan wasn’t finished.

“Everlasting Chains.”

Crimson-gold chains erupted from the ground, binding the fallen Aramisians and tightening as they struggled, drawing on their own energy to reinforce their captivity.

Satisfied, Evan turned to Arthur, who was inspecting his bleeding arm.

“I see…they used curses and debuffs.”

Arthur sighed, expelling the black liquids mixed with his silver blood using destruction energy. He stepped over the fallen bodies and approached Kalon, who lay unconscious.

Silver blood stained Kalon’s clothes as reached towards him, and seeing this Arthur froze, a mischievous idea forming.

Kneeling, he dipped his finger in his own blood and traced a mark on Kalon’s chest. The blood quickly dissolved into Kalon’s skin, but Arthur had already infused it with his energy so it didn’t matter.

Standing, he snapped his fingers, a grin spreading across his face as he felt the connection. His blood, now inside Kalon, was under his control.

Kalon writhed in pain as Arthur’s blood—poisonous to divines—coursed through him, but Arthur didn’t care.

Just then, Evan felt Danger Sense scream in his head again, and he quickly used Blink to teleport away.

The Aramisians who had tried to take Kalon away amidst the smoke earlier were sent by a Transcendent, and now that Transcendent had arrived.

Evan couldn’t deal with such a foe, so he simply evacuated the area and left it for Arthur who had already foreseen the attack with his time Pseudo-Authority.

As the Transcendent’s strike arrived, Arthur pivoted, raising his left palm to form an invisible gravity barrier, which the Transcendent’s weapon crashed against. Despite the immense energy poured into the strike, Arthur’s gravity law energy overpowered it, causing the weapon to bend under pressure.

“AGSD.”

“?!”

The sound of Arthur’s voice was distorted by the gravity wall, but the Transcendent knew it spelt trouble. A singularity formed, drawing in the energy from the attack and consuming the weapon itself.

Realizing the danger, the Transcendent abandoned their weapon and leapt back to avoid being pulled in.

Not minding this, Arthur compressed the singularity into his palm and fired it as a beam at the retreating figure. The Transcendent barely dodged, the beam grazing their armour and leaving a glowing scar on the earth.

Just then, another Transcendent descended from above, urgency in her voice.

“You can’t take him alone. Not while his power awakens us. We need to group up against him.”

Within seconds, multiple Level 800s and a Level 900 Transcendent arrived, surrounding Arthur and Evan.

The second then Transcendent shouted to a subordinate with a visor emitting faint cosmic energy.

“Use that artifact. Find out his skills now!”

Her goal was to learn exactly what skills Arthur possessed and how they worked, so they could figure out how to counter them. But upon hearing this, Arthur scoffed.

“Ha! Like hell you can find out my skills. Appraisal doesn’t work on me.”

Evan, teleporting beside Arthur in a flash, gave a nod of agreement and advised the Transcendents.

“Yeah, it doesn’t work. I speak from experience, so good luck with that.”

However, the Transcendent ignored Evan’s words, her attention solely on Arthur as he spoke once more.

“Even though appraisal doesn’t work on me, I’m not about to let you do whatever you want.”

Arthur activated his Gravity Pseudo-Authority, intensifying the gravitational field around him.

A powerful downforce rippled through the area, forcing every Aramisian within the radius, including the Transcendents, to their knees. They struggled to stay upright, trembling under the overwhelming pressure.

Suddenly, a weak voice broke the strained silence, gasping against the oppressive gravity.

“WHAT?! H…HOW… COULD IT… B-BE… YOU…?!”

Arthur turned, confused. The voice came from one of the subordinates who had been instructed by the female Transcendent to use ‘the artifact’—whatever that was.

His face was pale, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at Arthur like he was seeing a ghost.

Arthur frowned. He didn’t recognize the man. The opposite, however, didn’t seem to be the case.