Reborn As Noble

As Javier and his companions burst into the village, the stench of burning flesh filled the air. The sight before him froze his blood. Villagers—men, women, even children—were hanging from wooden stakes, their lifeless bodies swaying under the rising smoke. Some had already been burned, blackened corpses collapsing into ash, reminiscent of the horrific witch trials of old.

Javierʼs breathing slowed, his expression darkening. He reached into his magic storage, and in an instant, his Adamantite sword gleamed in his hand.

Then—

He moved. A blur. A flash of steel. With all his strength, he leaped toward the enemies, his sword aimed to cut down the first figure he saw.

CLANG!

His blade was parried mid-air.

The one who stopped him? A man with a sinister smirk, wielding a blade that hummed with divine energy. Kenjirou—the Sword Hero. A summoned hero.

He pushed back against Javierʼs strike effortlessly, chuckling as their swords locked. ”Well, well, well… Marcellus and Cedricʼs little snot-nosed brat came to play.” Kenjirouʼs smirk widened as his eyes flickered toward Liana. ”Oho~ and ʼmyʼ elf is here too.”

Lianaʼs eyes burned with disgust, but she didnʼt respond. She didnʼt even acknowledge him. Just like before.

Kenjirouʼs smirk twitched. Javierʼs rage boiled over. ”You.”

Kenjirou laughed. ”Oh? Whatʼs with that look? This is what happens when people refuse to submit to the Saint of Three Gods.”

Javier tightened his grip on his sword. Thatʼs when the rest of the summoned heroes stepped forward. A full party of advanced-class warriors, standing together like they were the ʼmain charactersʼ of this world. They stood confidently, seemingly untouchable.

Javier didnʼt care. He wasnʼt going to let them leave alive.

Kenjirou laughed mockingly, pressing his blade against Javierʼs. ”You? A mere snot-nosed brat? Challenging us?”

He pulled back, flipping his sword effortlessly before pointing it at Javier. ”We are the divine summoned heroes—blessed by the goddess herself! You think you can defeat us with that weapon?”

The rest of the heroes smirked, arrogance dripping from their expressions. ”We are blessed not only with power, but with divine skills, divine status, and most importantly—” Kenjirou lifted his sword, the blade glowing with holy energy. ”Divine weapons! Weapons that none of you filthy shit will ever touch! AHAHAHAHA!”

Javier felt his blood boil. Not just from their arrogance or the way they looked down on everyone, but because he knew the truth. The only reason these so-called ʼheroesʼ were strong in the first place… was because of his brothers. Marcellus. Cedric. They trained them, accompanied them, helped them level up. And now, these bastards acted like they were superior.

Javierʼs rage overflowed, his voice cold and unforgiving. ”You all… are nothing without my brothers.”

Then—

A shift in the air. The ground shook violently. Javier activated his Gravity skill at maximum. A sudden force crushed downward. The cultists chanting collapsed instantly, their bodies pressed flat against the dirt as they struggled to breathe. Some screamed, their bones snapping. The village quaked, cracks forming in the ground as the intense weight pulled everything downward.

And the heroes? They felt it—but only just. Kenjirou staggered slightly, then quickly regained his footing, scoffing. ”Hah! Look at this little brat! He thinks he has the power to challenge us?!”

The Assassin Hero grinned, twirling his daggers. ”Pathetic. Not even close.”

The Mage Hero chuckled, flames dancing on her fingertips. ”I expected more from a noble brat.”

The Priest Hero smirked, tapping his staff against the ground. ”You should pray, child. The goddess may forgive you for this foolishness.” Find more chapters on

Kenjirou laughed louder, pointing at Javier mockingly. ”AHAHAHAHA! What a joke! You think youʼre strong?!”

Javier didnʼt respond. His eyes burned with pure rage. In that moment, he didnʼt care if they were heroes. He was going to break them.

( End of Chapter )