Reincarnated Hero System

**BOOOM!!

A fleet of fourteen dragons in crane wing formation cut through the clouds of the early morning sky at sonic speed, leaving streaks of vapour trails behind them as their scales reflected the first light of dawn.

Atop their backs rode Evan’s party, the Fourth and Fifth of the Seven Heroes, along with the Paladin Heinr and the two Tarsian Warlords Isobel and Késhaun.

Lloris stayed back to lead the mobilized soldiers on the ground, planning to catch up with them using trains. He was also coming with more aerial backup in the form of wyverns, also sent from Dragondune.

Although Evan would’ve preferred to stay with the Tarse army converging on Kreah from all sides, he didn’t as right now, time was of the essence.

As they approached Kreah, Eliza’s eyes widened and she called out for the dragons to slow down before turning to Isobel and questioning her.

“What’s the population of Kreah?”

“…?”

Isobel was confused by the sudden question, but knowing Eliza wouldn’t stop them just to ask this for no reason, she scanned her memories for an answer.

“Over 2 million at least…it shouldn’t be up to 3 since the end-of-year Trade season hasn’t started yet.”

Hearing the number Isobel spoke, Eliza’s expression clouded over and everyone got bad premonitions immediately.

“Liz…how many life signs can you sense?”

At Evan’s question, Eliza’s lips curled downwards and she replied with a grim tone.

“…8.”

“?!”

Just Eight!

In a city meant to have over 2.5 million lives, Eliza could only sense 8!

That was enough to tell Evan what had happened; Faulin had already used the ‘Harvest Festival of Souls’.

He had reaped the lives of all the people in Kreah and began converting their souls to energy.

Evan sighed and pressed his fingers to his head, but he didn’t comment and just told the Dragons to pick up speed again.

The realisation that they were already late turned the mood solemn. However, they knew that the death toll would only rise if they slacked so they kept moving forward.

They were all worried about Evan as he was the one who was the most hell-bent on not having any casualties to prevent the World Formation from absorbing any energy, but the boy was silent all through.

As the dragons soared into Kreah’s airspace, a fleet of CelSols riding on bone wyverns and undead dragons ascended to meet them in the sky.

Despite Mortis being sealed, his undead minions were still very much active.

The sight of these desecrated dragons being reduced into undead abominations enraged the dragons of Dragondune.

It was a sacrilege that their brethren were defiled in such a manner!

Amid the host of undead, hundreds of flying monsters led by the Beast Celestial Theron himself emerged.

These winged adversaries joined forces with the undead, creating a massive and terrifying air assault.

Evan looked at them with calm eyes before leaning close to the ears of the High Dragon he was riding and whispering something inaudible.

In response, the dragon roared and flared its magic power, surging forward with breakneck speed, cutting through the onslaught of magic and spells heading towards them like a comet streaking through the heavens.

Breaking through the enemy ranks and entering Kreah’s borders, Evan’s eyes locked onto the giant hexagonal magic circle in the heart of the city.

It was covered by a large sphere of white light and emanated so much magic power that it could be sensed from all around Kreah.

Within it, he saw a man floating, emerald-coloured eyes glaring back at him.

|¬…you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. ¬|”

“I assure you; I most definitely am not.”

Such was Evan’s reply to Faulin swearing in his Faux True Voice at the sight of the teenage Hero riding on a dragon.

At that moment, a chime echoed in Evan’s head as a telepathic link was established between him, Laurene, and the others.

[Evan! What are you doing?!]

‘Ground yourselves. They’ve taken control of the Military’s Anti-Air magic cannons. You’d be sitting ducks if you stay airborne.’

Theron’s beasts were pretty much under mind control and wouldn’t hesitate to die for him. Mortis’ undead were also numerous, so the Celestials could afford a few friendly fire shots if it meant taking down their enemies.

Since the rest of their forces hadn’t arrived yet, Evan advised his comrades to move on the ground, even if it meant having to confront Fluviel’s CelSol legion.

The aerial battles would be left to the dragons and the wyverns coming in later.

[What are YOU going to do?]

When Laurene asked this, Evan stood up on the dragon’s back and gazed down at the ground below before replying aloud.

“I’m going to burn it all down.”

With those words, he leapt off the dragon, and gravity had him plummeting towards the earth in seconds.

The wind rushed against his face, a fierce and exhilarating sensation as he spread his arms wide and activated his draconic transformation.

His horns peeked out from the tip of his head and his wings emerged from his back, while translucent white scales manifested on his skin, up to the sides of his neck.

A burst of Destruction essence surged from his body as BoD was activated, and three rings of light appeared on his wrists and legs—buffs from Eliza.

As he descended, he could see the city below, a grim scene of silent desolation with bodies sprawled everywhere.

Evan landed with a resounding crash, the ground splintering beneath him. He looked around at the lifeless bodies of Kreah’s inhabitants who had their souls reaped mercilessly.

“…”

He regarded the scene in silence, even as hundreds of CelSols rushed towards him, weapons drawn.

Looking up to the sky, Evan heaved an exasperated sigh before muttering two words.

“Burn, Mesarthim.”

A cataclysmic explosion erupted, a prismatic blaze that consumed everything in its path.

The CelSols were turned to ashes in an instant, their cores incinerated faster than they could regenerate.

Undead, Beasts, CelSols—it mattered not.

All were engulfed in the all-consuming fury of Evan’s flames, leaving nothing but a burning inferno and smouldering ruins in his wake.

Even still, more CelSols and monsters charged at him through the flames, with no regard for their forms which were enveloped by the blaze and their souls being damaged.

The boy looked at them apathetically, forming his right hand into a knifehand and raising it, before swinging it down and releasing a simple Aura Slash.

However, the effects were not so simple.

The slash of flames and destruction essence cleaved through what was left of the city street, splitting apart CelSols and blasting monsters to pieces.

At this point, Evan wasn’t bothered anymore.

Everyone in the city was already dead, so there was no need to hold back for fear of collateral damage.

If Eliza could see him now, she’d definitely be able to tell what he was feeling despite his blank expression.

He was angry, and his attacks without regard for destruction were just him venting.

Evan understood that saving everyone was impossible. Cheverton and Lacertilia were not without casualties numbering in the ten-thousands.

But over 2.5 million?

This was a first.

And to make matters worse, there was no reincarnation for these souls. They were gone for good. Even if he killed Faulin, there was no way to recover them.

Evan didn’t even know which part pissed him off more; the fact that Faulin unhesitantly sacrificed millions, or the fact that their souls were gone forever.

“Oh well, getting pissed here would just be hypocrisy.

This is not Faulin’s world, these are not his people, so it’s understandable he couldn’t care less about sacrificing them for his own goals.

And here I was telling Kayla that I couldn’t care less if some random people in another world died…Karma can be an irritating bitch sometimes.”

The boy calmly walked through the destruction he caused, unaffected by the raging prismatic blaze or the exploding residential buildings.

“In the end, no one is right or wrong.

Not Faulin, not me…it’s just a matter of perspective.

We all have our own goals we want to achieve, and deep down, we’d do whatever it takes to achieve them…even if others are harmed or die in the process.”

Evan covered his face with his left hand and heaved an exasperated sigh.

“You can get annoyed all you want later, Evankhell.

For now, let’s focus on the goal.”

Raising his right hand, Evan summoned the Unforged Vale. He switched the physical blade for an energy light-sabre-like blade and raised the weapon overhead.

Taking a deep breath, he called out.

“World…Sunder.”

The unique skill embodying the destructive force capable of rending through any defence, be it physical or mystical.

His sword came down with a surge of destructive energy, wreaking havoc in its path. Micro-fractures in the fabric of spacetime tore open, causing localized disruptions that amplified its destructive power.

The impact on the earth emitted a shockwave of pure energy that rippled through the air, devastating everything in its path.

“I have 2 hours left on BoD today.

I shouldn’t have to use up to half of that.”

With those words he kicked off the ground and blitzed forward, each swing of his blade pulverizing multiple CelSols.

There was no need to try finding their cores if you turned every bit of them to ashes, and Evan had enough energy for all that.

Even if he ran out, his Energy Regeneration skills and the potions he had prepared in his inventory were there to help.

Laurene and David’s presence triggered his Hero Title and Series Skill Resonance, boosting his overall power so he only needed little amounts of energy to deal ridiculous damage.

As he advanced, two chimeras charged in from the sides and he used Eliza’s Gravilife Convergence to crush them to flesh pulps.

The Bone wyverns who fired spectral attacks at him were pulled down to the ground with Everlasting Chains and ground to bone dust with Hammerfist.

Elemental Weapon Projection rained a hail of piercing weapons from above, and when Battle Celestial Hines charged at him to take him on, Evan faced the man with his lips parted slightly.

Dragon Breath!

The hyper beam of super condensed flames surged forward with unstoppable intensity, crashing into the celestial faster than he could dodge and sending him hurtling through the air.

The continuous beam shattered his celestial energy shields and burned his hands, right before the ground beneath him caved open and a giant platform of ice emerged, knocking him into the air.

“Glacial Gavel.”

Evan lightly punched his fist and the heavens parted, revealing a giant fist-shaped icy construct that descended from above and punched down many of the bone wyverns, crashing into Hines and crushing his form between it and the icy platform.

Faulin saw this and cursed aloud, beginning to understand exactly why Belphont said they may have underestimated Evan.

The boy was just wreaking havoc as he closed the distance between them, with every single CelSol or monster they sent perishing equally.

Even Hines who was one of the best at combat was down for the count in just two hits. The man had to get rid of the flames of Mesarthim still burning him before he could return to the fray or he’d be taking damage over time.