Reincarnated Hero System

Gozonian Army Command Centre

Plewren Continent

High-Level World, Toverus

July 20th

Year 1054

War Magic: Projection of the World.

This spell created a detailed, live representation of a specific location, allowing the user to observe it in real time. It meticulously replicated the chosen area, capturing even the smallest changes occurring due to various influences.

In the dimly lit Gozonian Army Main Command Centre, this spell had been cast by a Transcendent. The projection hovered over the large circular table at the room’s centre, casting a glow across its surroundings.

The map displayed the vast and chaotic theatre of war with impeccable detail: mountains, forests, rivers, and cities—all were rendered with precision, each representing strategic points in the ongoing conflict.

As this spell was being cast by a Transcendent, they easily created the projection of over half a million square kilometres in area.

The projection provided a live feed of events unfolding in the real locations, including the movements and actions of people.

The users could highlight and zoom in on specific sections, enabling them to hear sounds and observe destruction up close. Constantly scanning the ambient magic power and law energy, it updated the model with any changes in real-time.

Arthur and Evan stood before one such model, and around them, a dozen Demon Generals of varying ranks gathered, their focus fixed on the projection.

It had been ten days since the final war on Planet Olrerth, where Evan sunk several islands with his ‘Disasters’, earning him the title of ‘Disaster Lord’ among the demons of that world.

Four days later, Arthur and Evan headed to the second world, Hollora—a place where ‘trust’ was a rare commodity, thanks to the demons’ notorious skill at infiltration.

Tasked with assisting Arthur in executing a strategic plan, Evan used Lethe to relocate a Level 999 Four-Star General, the strongest demon on Hollora, to the frontlines undetected.

Unaware that the General was no longer within Gozonian territory, the people of Hollora prepared an elite strike team to storm the territory capital and assassinate the Four-Star General.

But when the heroes breached the capital and entered the throne room, they found not the feared General but Evan and Arthur, mockingly seated on the thrones, waiting for them.

The two teenagers, having played a bit too many games during their time on Gozon, decided to re-enact scenes from said games.

They chose to mimic the role of ‘Final Bosses’ awaiting the Heroes in their Castle, staging a theatrical encounter with mischievous amusement.

When the strike force realized their mission had failed and their comrades on the frontlines faced imminent peril, Evan and Arthur, still fully immersed in their roleplay, proceeded to kill every last one of them.

Meanwhile, the demon Evan had stealthily relocated to the frontlines made his presence known. Launching a surprise attack, he eliminated several of Hollora’s strongest Transcendents in a single, devastating strike.

What followed was a great loss of morale plus an overwhelming defeat for the people of Hollora.

The two teenagers who played pivotal roles in this disaster for Hollora, silently returned to Gozon to prepare for their next venture.

The venture in question brought them to Toverus, where they now commanded the Gozonian Armies on the Plewren Continent of the High-Level World.

When the Demon Kings issued the order for the Generals to hand over command to Arthur and Evan, the reactions were exactly as expected.

Disbelief rippled through the ranks as the seasoned Generals, each with decades of battlefield experience, dismissed the order as a hoax.

Surely, their wise and powerful Demon Kings wouldn’t entrust the decisive battles of the final war for this world to a pair of teenagers who hadn’t even reached 18.

But their skepticism crumbled the moment ominous notifications began flooding their fields of vision.

[The ‘Demon King of the Void’ silently stares at you.]

[The ‘Demon King of Corrosion’ questions if you dare disobey direct orders.]

Realization struck like a thunderclap. The orders were genuine.

Grudgingly, and with no room for argument, the Generals ceded control to Arthur and Evan.

Some couldn’t help but wish they were stationed on any other battlefield, far from this unfolding absurdity. Alas, they were here, and disobedience wasn’t an option under the Demon Kings’ gaze.

Their concerns ran deep. They feared the boys would issue reckless orders that would lead to senseless deaths—or worse, catastrophic defeat on this critical front.

Emphasis to be placed on feared.

Now, however, those same Generals were eagerly relaying Arthur and Evan’s commands to Battalion and Brigade commanders.

Among the Dragons and Dark Elves allied with the Demons, disbelief turned to shock. They’d heard the rumours about the two boys but assumed that their nonstandard battle prowess was the only thing special about them.

But here they were, commanding a battlefield of this scale. It seemed ludicrous.

Arthur raised his hand, and the glowing map hovering over the command table shifted, zooming in on a critical section of the battlefield. A contingent of angelic forces was making an aggressive push, their bursts of radiant light cutting through the demon lines.

Arthur’s eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation.

“They’re pushing hard on the western flank. We need to reinforce that line before they break through and reach the weapon supply depots.”

He gestured towards a Brigade of dark elves positioned near the forest’s edge—the 7th Legion, renowned for their guerrilla warfare expertise.

“Move three Battalions to the western flank. Have them set up ambush points along the treeline and use hit-and-run tactics to harass the angel’s vanguard.

They’ll slow them down and force them into a defensive stance.”

A Warrant Officer immediately relayed the orders. In moments, the dark elves were in motion, their forms melting into the shadows as they manoeuvred into position.

“The north-western ridge is under heavy assault.”

Evan’s voice broke through, drawing attention to another critical area on the map. Eyes turned to the ridge in question as Evan directed his gaze towards a nearby humanoid dragon and spoke.

“Mind deploying your Fire Drakes to that sector? Their fire breath will disrupt the enemy’s formation, allowing our forces to push through.”

The Dragon silently nodded and issued the command, staying behind to oversee the sector. Meanwhile, Arthur’s sharp gaze shifted to the eastern side of the map. He called out to Evan.

“Evan. The Eastern side has divinity barriers that are reinforced continuously…”

“Definitely an energy hotspot. There’s a Hero there and they’re the core of the barrier. We need to disrupt the energy hot spot.”

“What do you suggest?”

At Arthur’s question to Evan, the room’s attention turned to Evan as the Demon Generals and allied commanders waited for his answer.

“Mimic Demons? Or Wraiths…! Those guys can phase through physical objects to a certain extent. Have them tunnel beneath the battlefield, and locate the hotspot.

I’m going to need someone with powerful and strong energy quality to nuke the whole place up.”

The casual way Evan spoke about destroying an energy hotspot—an action that would trigger a catastrophic explosion—caused the room to fall silent.

Noticing their stares, Evan blinked, looking around at their expressions.

“…what? You don’t wanna blow it up?

Fine, let’s get someone good at black magic over and have him corrupt it. That will weaken the barriers enough for our Sorcerer Units to break through.”

Evan’s deep sigh exaggeratedly ‘deflated’ demeanour at the fact that something wasn’t going to go ‘BOOM’ drew a laugh from Arthur, who shook his head and turned back to the map.

“Agreed. But we also need to cut off their supply lines to ensure they don’t recover quickly.

These red figures have moved across these routes numerous times—they’re probably supply units.

Have the 7th Legion set up ambushes along the supply routes.”

The Generals swiftly transmitted the commands, but Arthur’s eyes suddenly narrowed. His attention zeroed in on a dense cluster of divine energy signatures on the projection’s northern sector.

“Oof, those are definitely real gods. And it seems like there are some Transcendents mixed in.”

The deep red markings—indicative of Level 900 entities—were unmistakable.

“Aren’t they on a direct collision course with the 7th Legion? We need to deal with them before they wreak havoc on our forces.”

Evan remarked on this as he remembered the information he had been given regarding the Demon Legions on Toverus. Though skilled in ambushes and guerrilla warfare, the 7th Legion lacked the raw combat power to stand against enemies of this magnitude.

Evan glanced at the area Arthur was focused on, his thoughts racing as he asked.

“What do you have in mind?”

Arthur responded by extending his hand, cosmic energy swirling as a portal to his subspace opened. From it, he retrieved a set of missiles, each one pulsing with negative energy and… light magic?

“Anti-Divinity Missiles. Alvey Sargon and I designed them to negate divinity on impact.

We need to launch them at these specific locations.”

He pointed to several key spots on the map where the gods’ forces were heavily concentrated and the gathered Generals stiffened as the implications sank in.

Arthur being a godslayer made the term ‘Anti-Divinity’ unsurprising, but the mention of Alvey Sargon—a figure revered among the demon soldiers across worlds—made it clear these missiles were no ordinary weapons.

‘This is going to be catastrophic for the gods,’ one of the Generals thought, barely suppressing a grim smile.

Arthur snapped his fingers, imbuing the missiles with a Blessing of Anti-Divinity, reinforcing their potency and shielding them against interception.

Without delay, the General tasked with deployment issued orders, and the missiles were launched within moments. They streaked through the sky at supersonic speed, their paths unchanging as they homed in on their targets.

Upon impact, blinding explosions erupted, engulfing the area in a searing storm of destruction.

Weaker gods disintegrated in the initial blasts, and the stronger ones fared little better, as the energy clung to them like corrosive acid, burning away their divinity and crippling their powers.

The Level 900s attempted to intercept the incoming missiles, destroying some mid-air, but their efforts backfired spectacularly.

The anti-divinity dispersed as a deadly rain, cascading onto them and their surroundings. It ate away at their flesh and divinity alike, worsening injuries.

Seizing the opportunity, the demon forces charged forward with renewed vigour, their weapons and spells tearing through the weakened divine defences.

Back in the command centre, Arthur observed the unfolding chaos with a satisfied smirk. His gaze shifted to another section of the projection, already calculating their next move.