Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 111: Ch : A God’s Descend - Part 3

Kyle's breath came out ragged as he steadied himself, eyes locked on the god in front of him.

Tirakos's form was broken, unstable—its limbs moved like they were dragging along disconnected strings, but the divine power flowing through it was relentless.

Despite everything, things did not se1em to be in Kyle's favor. He has no way to directly finish this fight.

Thankfully, the fight had a time limit and that made things much more bearable for Kyle.

Kyle knew the fight wasn't about strength anymore.

'This is a waiting game now.'

He reminded himself.

He had seen the cracks forming every time Tirakos used divine energy.

That was his window—he just needed to hit at the right moment. Wait for it to use power. Exploit the weakness.

Simple in theory. Much harder in execution.

'I need to make sure my body does not break before I take care of this monster. But fuck! It hurts a lot. My whole body is screaming in pain right now.'

Kyle felt exhausted.

His hand trembled slightly as he raised his broken blade, muscles tensing with fatigue and pain.

His instincts screamed at him—dodge, run, hide. He calmed himself with a long breath and forced the shaking to stop.

That was when he felt it.

A sudden spike of mana surged from his right.

Kyle didn't hesitate. He raised his broken sword, coating it in mana, but the force of the blast still slammed into him. He was thrown across the temple, crashing hard into a stone pillar.

Dust exploded into the air.

His back ached from the impact, but he gritted his teeth and stayed on his feet.

Tirakos moved toward him slowly, jagged and uneven—its form twitching violently—but the energy rolling off it was enough to make Kyle curse.

"Tch… even broken, you're a damn monster. And you are not even a top god."

He muttered.

There was no time to recover.

Tirakos raised its arm again, divine energy gathering in a brutal arc.

Kyle glanced at the cracked pillar beside him and made his move.

As the god's next attack tore through the air, Kyle ducked and shoved his body against the pillar. The attack struck—and the top of the pillar cracked and collapsed.

The falling debris smashed down on Tirakos.

Smoke filled the ritual ground.

Kyle coughed, backing up. He didn't relax. Not for a second.

Sure enough, when the dust began to settle, Tirakos emerged—its body more mangled than before.

Chunks of divine energy leaked from its torso like light through shattered glass. But its presence hadn't weakened at all. If anything, it seemed more condensed.

Tighter.

Like a furnace burning hotter before collapse.

Kyle grit his teeth.

'Why won't you just fall already?'

He forced his breathing to steady again, trying to refocus.

And then—another blast of mana streaked through the air.

Kyle's eyes widened in surprise and then understanding.

'Silvy.'

Far above, Queen circled once before diving away.

That meant the shot had been fired by Silvy. Somehow, Silvy had found the strength for another arrow.

Kyle moved instantly, leaping back out of the impact range. The mana arrow struck Tirakos head-on. The explosion ripped through the already-ruined floor.

Without waiting, Kyle pushed forward, all his aura flooding into what remained of his sword.

The broken edge glowed violently as he dashed through the smoke and drove the blade toward the weakened god.

His strike landed.

Tirakos stumbled back—but did not fall.

Even after taking Silvy's arrow and Kyle's blade, the god stood firm.

Its cracked form pulsed dangerously. The energy inside it surged again.

Kyle jumped back, panting. His mind raced.

'It should've been enough. That should've been the breaking point.'

But Tirakos only looked angrier. Its broken body twisted unnaturally. Limbs realigned in jerky motions, and it forced mana into shape again.

A divine sword began to form.

Kyle's eyes narrowed. There was distance between them—just enough.

When the divine sword was launched, Kyle barely managed to dive out of the way. The beam of energy passed just inches from him, searing his side.

He landed hard, rolling across the cracked floor. Every part of his body screamed in protest, but he had no time to rest.

Tirakos was still moving toward him.

The god's steps were slow, but sure. The closer it came, the more pressure filled the air.

Kyle pulled himself up.

He was exhausted. Hurt. But so was the god.

And Kyle had seen something. A pattern.

'Every time it uses divine power, it breaks more. The stronger the attack… the faster it unravels.'

He had to keep pushing. Keep dodging. Keep striking in the small windows between its power surges.

Tirakos continued to lash out with wild, brutal swings.

Each attack sent waves of divine energy ripping through the air, and Kyle had to rely on quick steps and sharp instincts to stay alive.

His sword was nothing more than a fragment now, but it was still coated in his mana, still enough to parry and deflect.

Barely.

The temple around them groaned with every clash. Cracks ran up the stone walls. Debris littered the ground.

The sun began to rise. Light spilled across the broken ground like a slow wave.

Kyle felt it immediately—a surge of mana rising from beneath his feet.

It was vast and wild, converting quickly into divine energy. His eyes snapped down to the ritual markings beneath the rubble.

"Is this the end…"

He muttered, voice dry and strained.

Tirakos had gone still too. Its mangled body began to glow faintly, flickers of golden energy crawling along the fractures in its form.

The healing had begun.

Kyle could already feel the pressure rising again.

If it recovered fully, this fight was over.

'No choice.'

Kyle gritted his teeth and dropped into a low stance. He began forcing his body to absorb the stray mana in the air, flooding himself with it. It burned. His body rejected it.

But he needed it for one last attack.

He couldn't win a drawn-out fight.

He had to end it here.

Tirakos moved.

Faster this time.

Kyle knew he couldn't dodge. Not anymore. Not at this speed.

So he planted his feet and raised his broken sword. He braced himself to take the hit, planning to counter before he collapsed.

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But the strike never landed.

A shimmering wall of mana formed in front of him just in time. Tirakos's blow slammed into it, but the shield held—cracked, but solid.

'It is now or never. I don't think I will get another chance to strike again.'

Kyle's aura surged, and he lunged forward, driving his blade toward Tirakos's core. The god twisted its body and raised a hand, divine energy flaring to deflect.

Steel clashed with raw power.

Kyle's blow was stopped.

He expected that.

But he didn't stop smiling.

Because even if the attack didn't go through, he had achieved what he wanted.

His strike had forced Tirakos to absorb the ambient mana and divine power to heal and defend. It had drawn in the unstable energy meant for the ritual.

And that made the god's body flicker.

More cracks.

More instability.

Kyle stepped back, sweat clinging to his face.

"Now, let's see if luck's on my side."

He muttered.