Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 222: Ch : A Surprise Visit- Part 2

Within the depths of his inner world, Kyle opened his eyes to a swirling chaos of volatile mana.

Storms of power crackled around him like angry spirits, threatening to tear his consciousness apart.

He took one look at the familiar black sky and the shifting land beneath his feet and groaned.

"Tch. I never thought I’d be back here again. Always when things get insane do I need this place."

He muttered, brushing dust off his sleeves.

The mana surged around him, a living entity of fury and instinct.

Yet Kyle remained still.

Slowly, deliberately, he extended his hand and called out to it—not with force, but with understanding. The violent mana resisted, lashing out with crackling bursts, but he didn’t waver.

Bit by bit, his aura blanketed the chaos, turning that violence into calm. It bent to his will, weaving itself into his body, reinforcing him as it entered.

But just as stability returned, a sickening pulse stirred in the air. Kyle grimaced.

"Divine magic. Of course it wouldn’t stay quiet."

He spat.

It seeped in, golden and pure yet strangely corrupt—holy light carrying the stench of subjugation. It didn’t obey commands; it was command.

Even when the gods said nothing, their will echoed through it. Divine magic did not compromise. It simply was.

The sacred mana shimmered, thickening, until it coalesced into a humanoid form.

It took shape slowly, pulling from Kyle’s own memories. He froze when he saw the final image—his most loyal subordinate.

His friend. The only man who stood beside him in his last life when the world turned its back on him.

But the eyes that stared back at Kyle were blank, filled only with divine light.

Kyle’s expression darkened.

"Of all people, you dare wear his face? You think I’ll kneel just because you twist his image? Don’t insult me."

He growled, fists clenched.

The divine puppet moved without a word and charged. Its blade, radiant and flawless, struck out with overwhelming precision.

Kyle dodged barely, then met the next strike with his own sword—his mana-forged will against divine law.

The clash shook his inner world.

Cracks spidered through the sky above, and the very ground broke apart. His sanctuary trembled, faltering beneath the weight of the power inside it.

The divine figure smirked without moving its lips, as if mocking him through silence. The world began to collapse further, and Kyle stumbled.

"Tch. So that’s your plan? Make my world collapse from the inside out? Clever."

He hissed.

The divine mana surged again, forcing Kyle to his knees.

But instead of resisting, Kyle exhaled deeply—and smiled.

"Too bad I’ve been through this. You think you can break my inner world? Good. I’ll break it myself."

He said with a sharp grin.

The divine puppet paused. The entire world around them cracked, shimmered, and then began to shatter.

"I’ve died once. I’ve been alone once. You think I’m afraid of rebuilding from the rubble? "I’ll reforge this world. Piece by piece. And with it, I’ll carve out a new future."

Kyle stood tall, his sword glowing with pure intent.

The divine puppet lunged again, but this time Kyle didn’t meet it head-on. He let his sword fall—straight through the puppet’s core.

Divine light splintered, golden mana screaming as Kyle’s blade tore through it.

"You don’t belong here."

He whispered coldly.

The figure let out a soundless gasp before its form unraveled. The divine magic that had twisted his friend’s face dispersed like smoke, driven out by Kyle’s will.

The silence that followed was complete. No surging mana, no divine whispers. Just peace.

Kyle lowered his sword, standing in the ruins of his inner world, the winds now still.

"Better. No gods. No puppets. Just me."

He murmured.

Then, for the first time in what felt like days, he closed his eyes.

The fractured pieces of his inner world began to shift and realign, no longer under the rule of memory or divine will, but shaped solely by Kyle’s desire.

A new foundation.

A new strength.

And as he stood in that newborn stillness, a single word echoed from his system—

[Mana Integration Complete.]

The moment Kyle opened his eyes, he felt it—a quiet hum deep in his bones, like the world itself had shifted to make space for him.

The surge of mana had settled, no longer clawing at the edges of his sanity.

The violent storm that once raged inside his inner world was now a still lake of energy, and for the first time since the ceremony began, he could breathe freely.

[System Notification: Mana Assimilation Complete.]

[Swordsman Talent Level: 2 → 10 ]

[Mana Control: 5 → 15]

[Body Awakening Progress: 50%]

[User is now capable of utilizing 50% of stored potential.]

Kyle blinked, a bit stunned as the messages rolled in one after the other. His mouth twitched into a quiet smile.

"Half of my power... already? That’s faster than I expected."

He murmured.

The feeling of raw strength pulsed through his limbs, but his body felt... hollow. Fragile. Like a glass vessel holding molten steel.

One wrong move, and he could shatter himself from the inside out.

His smile faded.

"So, it’s like that again."

He knew this sensation well. In his past life, such surges in power had always come with a price.

No body could hold too much mana without proper tempering. And Kyle didn’t have time to wait for his body to catch up.

If the divine were truly preparing for war—if it, the Gods were already pulling strings through its blind puppets—then Kyle had no choice.

"I’ll need the potions. The ones I used in my last life to stabilize the awakening process. But... will the ingredients even exist in this world?"

He muttered, standing slowly and glancing at his hands.

It was a risk. The rare herbs and monster cores he had once used were nearly impossible to find even in his old world, much less here, in a land barely beginning to understand mana.

Still, he had no other choice.

If he wanted to fight it and protect the people by his side, he couldn’t afford to be anything less than complete.

Pushing aside the weight of lingering fatigue, Kyle stood up fully and turned his eyes to the training field.

Bodies lay still across the grass—his soldiers, Duchess Amanda’s knights, the guards from the village.

Every one of them had joined him in the ritual, taking in the passive mana and struggling to claim it as their own. They were all unconscious, trapped in their inner worlds, just as he had been.

He let out a quiet breath.

"Sleep well... and come back stronger."

"Sir Kyle!"

A voice called out from the side.

Kyle turned to see a guard jogging toward him, expression filled with both awe and urgency. The moment the guard reached him, he bowed sharply.

"Young master, thank the heavens you’re awake! A messenger has arrived from the imperial palace. He requests an immediate audience with you."

Kyle’s expression sharpened. The palace? So soon?

"Did he say what it was about?"

Kyle asked.

"No, sir. Only that the matter is urgent and he must speak with you and the Grand Duchess together."

Kyle frowned. That was already a problem.

Amanda was still under, in the same mana-induced coma as the rest of them.

He glanced at her figure lying peacefully not far from the others. Her mana felt steady, but it was clear she wasn’t waking up anytime soon.

"...Then I’ll go alone."

Kyle said.

"Yes, sir. I will prepare the guest area."

As the guard rushed off, Kyle sighed and turned his eyes to the sky.

The ceremony had worked—he had grown. But everything around him was now moving faster than expected.

Clertion. The Goddess. The divine. It was watching. It was acting.

And Kyle needed to be ready before it made its next move.

He took one last look at his fallen comrades and the unconscious Amanda before turning toward the village, his pace steady despite the strain in his limbs.

"Just a little longer. Then I’ll show the gods what happens when they corner a human with nothing left to lose."

He whispered.