Reincarnated Hero System

The lightning and flames that descended torched everything, setting the islands ablaze with prismatic fire.

The demons scrambled to retreat whenever they saw the sky crack open, followed by the fiery storm raining down, as they knew Evan would soon use Disaster Genesis to spread the chaos even further.

Volcanic eruptions weren’t a common sight in this part of the continent, but Evan, with the power of Disaster Genesis, brought magma up from deep beneath the crust, letting it spill forth like an eruption.

He turned entire islands into molten lava, leaving others charred and aflame, killing thousands upon thousands in the process.

The majority of his kills were below half his level, so he didn’t earn any EXP from them, but the higher-level enemies among them did give him some.

After Evan checked on his level steadily climbing to his goal of 740, he looked down on the battlefield below his position in the sky.

He saw a group of angels being cornered—the last battalion on the island he just flooded with magma that hadn’t been wiped out yet.

Among them was their leader, who appeared to be giving the leader of the pursuing demons a tough time.

Though Evan initially intended to ignore them, he recognized the demon leader as one of those who had protected him when the level 800 angels had attacked earlier.

‘Let’s help out then.’

With those thoughts, Evan folded his wings and let gravity pull his body down to the ground, into the flames he had created.

Just before he hit the ground, he activated Lethe and teleported.

As the Mid-Rank angel prepared to strike the Mid-Rank demon, Evan appeared behind him with his sword in hand.

He thrust it forward, activating Prismatic Vortex.

**BOOOMM!!!

The mass of spiralling flames crashed into the angel’s body and forced him to stumble forward, where his demon opponent’s attack hit him squarely.

Letting go of his sword, Evan front-flipped mid-air and landed on the stumbling angel’s back. He grabbed the angel’s wings with both hands and, with a strength that defied his body size, brutally ripped them out.

Naturally, Evan had Adamantine Might active.

The angel gasped in pain, blood spilling from his back as his wings were torn away, while Evan jumped back to avoid any sudden bursts of energy.

Feeling the texture of the bloodied wings in his hands, Evan’s eyes widened in surprise.

“The feathers are actually nice. I could use this for a pillow.”

Unfortunately, his words weren’t as quiet as he thought. The superhuman beings around him heard him, and it triggered the angel, who turned to glare at him.

If looks could kill, Evan would have been dead ten times over.

Sadly, this angel’s eyes weren’t that special and they couldn’t kill Evan with a glare.

“You…!!”

Blood colouring their vision, the enraged angel screamed out and a pitch-black magic circle formed with their spilt blood.

“BLOOD SACRIFICE!!!!”

The angel’s pure white divinity and holy magic were corrupted by the forbidden spell, stained black with their life force.

The spell burned away their remaining vitality and soul in exchange for raw power.

With their newfound strength, the angel conjured a massive spear of glowing black energy. A single swing sent the demon they had been fighting flying in an explosion of force.

Turning to Evan, the angel screamed with raw fury.

“Masked Rogue Hero of Aramis! Even if I die here, I will take you with me!”

The angel’s rage was rather understandable. They had been winning the fight against the demon before Evan’s interference tipped the scales.

Now, with their body failing from the strain of Blood Sacrifice, they poured the last of their power into vengeance. Charging at Evan, they swung the spear with overwhelming force.

Evan, knowing he couldn’t withstand a full-force attack from a level 800 opponent, opted for evasion.

He leapt back and teleported away just as the spear came crashing down. This pattern repeated: attack after attack, with Evan vanishing moments before each blow could land.

‘Their speed is slower. Kinda obvious, given how much blood they’re losing.

Come to think of it, is this a man or a woman? I can’t tell as they’re fully armoured and their face is rather androgynous.’

While Evan was having such idle thoughts, the angel grew increasingly furious. Their time was running out, the desperation pushed them to make one final move.

Gathering all the energy from the Blood Sacrifice, the angel infused it into their spear. Taking a throwing stance, they roared.

“Curse Magic: Doom of the Named!”

The angel’s voice rang out across the battlefield as they hurled the spear with all their might.

“Rogue Hero of Aramis! EVAN!!!”

The spear shot through the air with blinding speed, pulsing with cursed energy that radiated an aura of pure destruction.

Evan’s wandering thoughts instantly snapped back into focus and Time Difference activated, slowing his perception of time to a crawl. His instincts screamed at him to either dodge or use one of his trump cards.

But then, he noticed something strange.

Danger Sense, a skill that had never failed him in situations like this, remained eerily silent. The spear, capable of annihilating everything in its path, should have triggered an immediate reaction.

Yet, there was nothing.

A sense of confusion briefly clouded Evan’s thoughts as he braced himself, but before he could act, an unexpected turn of events occurred.

The spear suddenly veered off course.

It shot straight into the sky, piercing through the atmosphere, and vanished into the void of space.

The battlefield fell into a stunned silence. Both Evan and the angel stood frozen, dumbfounded by the sight.

The angel’s expression twisted in disbelief before they turned to Evan and gasped.

“You’re… not a Hero of Aramis?”

“…wait, what?”

The realization struck Evan like a lightning bolt. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

The ‘Doom of the Named’ spell was designed to target and obliterate its designated victim—the one bearing the name it sought.

The angel had assumed that Evan, with his title of ‘Masked Rogue Hero of Aramis’, was a hero from that world.

But Evan knew now that the angel had misunderstood the meaning behind his title.

The term ‘Rogue Hero’ wasn’t an indication of betrayal, but rather the fact that Evan had been disconnected from his home planet.

Aramis was merely the first world where Evan had appeared after being tossed into the past.

The angel had mistaken the title, thinking it meant a hero gone rogue, one who had turned against their world and sided with Gozon.

But in truth, Evan had no ties to Aramis; it was just a misnomer.

And because the angel believed Evan was from Aramis, the spear, bound by the spell, had taken off in search of its true target, leaving Evan behind and dooming the angel’s plan.

The cursed energy could not span such a great distance, and in the end, it had been wasted.

The angel’s face contorted with shock and despair as Blood Sacrifice deactivated and the last remnants of their power faded. Their body crumpled to the ground, lifeless, their gamble ending in futility.

Evan watched the scene unfold, then let out a sharp curse, his frustration cutting through the stillness.

“Fuck! I didn’t get any EXP!”

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The evening sky was painted in the deep hues of twilight, bathed in the crimson stains of spilt blood.

Across every battlefield, the fallen lay scattered, their lifeless bodies strewn across the war-ravaged landscapes.

Blood pooled in the dirt, catching the dying light of the day, and amid the devastation, Arthur sat atop a jagged rock—one of the meteor fragments he’d summoned earlier to decimate gods and angels of Toverus.

On either side of him, two swords—Lostvayne and Celestia—were stabbed into the ground, both soaked in golden blood.

Evan approached from behind, his uniform stained with the blood of countless soldiers, and let out a weary sigh.

“I feel icky.”

Arthur glanced over at him, his expression one of shared exhaustion.

“Tell me about it. I’m gonna soak in a hot spring for at least a day after this. Gotta get all this blood off me.”

Evan chuckled at Arthur’s response. The mention of hot springs inadvertently reminded him of a time when he and Eliza spent some nights at a hotel with one, but he quickly shook his head and refocused on the present.

“I left them to finalize the war themselves. They’re converging in on the Toverus Resistance and though the Angel kings behind them are sending reinforcements, it’s not gonna help much.”

Arthur explained the current situation, his voice tired yet indifferent. Evan nodded in understanding at this, pulling a chair from his inventory and setting it down beside Arthur.

He gazed up at the sky, a sigh escaping his lips.

“What a life…”

Evan’s mutter had Arthur raising an eyebrow and casting him a curious glance.

“The heck? Why do you sound like someone who wants to unalive himself?”

Evan chuckled softly at the question, shaking his head.

“It’s not like that.”

He leaned back on his seat, taking a deep breath as he explained the reason for his sigh.

“At one point, my entire life was limited to just one planet.

Then I went to a second and spent about four years there before getting yeeted back in time to a third.

From there, I ended up on a planet-sized moon, then a fourth actual planet.

Twenty years I spent between just two planets. Then, in the span of four months, I somehow visited five different planets.”

Evan paused for a moment, counting on his fingers before laughing at the absurdity of it all.

“Heck, this one makes three planets in twenty days… Wild!”

Arthur joined in the laughter, shaking his head at the craziness of Evan’s life.

While still laughing, Arthur pulled out a tablet from his subspace and scrolled through it before handing it to Evan.

“Not as wild as seven planets in seven days.”

“Seven WHAT?!”