Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent
Chapter 338: Ch 338: You shall be Sealed- Part 1

Chapter 338: Ch 338: You shall be Sealed- Part 1

The ground trembled beneath Kyle’s feet as divine light flooded the temple hall, washing over the walls like molten gold.

One by one, bodies dropped to their knees—or collapsed altogether—as the unbearable weight of the rising divine presence grew stronger.

He grit his teeth.

This wasn’t a normal descent. This was a complete manifestation... something only the highest gods dared attempt.

Even his body, refined through countless battles and tempered against godly influence, felt sluggish. Heavy.

And yet, he surged forward.

But just as he drew upon his mana to sever the ritual, a sharp voice boomed above the dying crowd.

"There! There he is! Stop the heretic!"

The Grand Priest of Charrin stood atop the stairs leading to the altar, pointing directly at Kyle.

His long white robes shimmered with the power of divine blessing, and a manic gleam shone in his eyes as he ordered the masses to defend the sanctity of their goddess.

What startled Kyle wasn’t the order—it was how quickly the people obeyed.

Despite their weakened forms and fading life, dozens surged forward, fueled by fanatical devotion.

They formed a wall of bodies, arms stretched outward, voices trembling with prayers. Kyle could see the platform, only meters away—but the path was sealed by faith itself.

"Move."

Kyle warned, voice low and cold.

But they didn’t.

They clung to him. Pushed against him. Begged him not to ruin the holy miracle.

He had no choice.

With a wave of his hand, Kyle released a wave of pressure. A shock of raw mana burst from his body, slamming into the crowd like an invisible tidal wave.

Those nearest to him dropped instantly, consciousness slipping as their already-depleted life force buckled under the strain.

Others screamed and scattered, crawling away with wide, terrified eyes.

And yet... it wasn’t enough.

The altar continued to glow.

The sacrificial body—once lifeless and still—had begun to move. Veins pulsed with golden light. Hair shimmered silver. The ritual was at its climax.

Kyle leapt over the last group of devotees, slamming his feet against the stone platform just as the air cracked with divine thunder.

Too late.

The Grand Priest, eyes ablaze with triumph, raised his staff high.

"You’re too late, heretic. Bear witness! A miracle—our goddess has come to walk among us!"

The sacrificial vessel arched her back and let out a strangled cry. Then, she went still. Light surrounded her in a pulsing sphere, and the divine power within reached its peak.

Kyle clenched his fists.

He’d failed to stop the ritual. This body was no mere avatar—it was the goddess Charrin herself. Whole and unfiltered.

The Grand Priest turned to Kyle, his lips twisted in blissful reverence.

"Fall to your knees and behold divinity.

He whispered.

The light burst apart like a shattered mirror.

And in its place stood Goddess Charrin—her mortal form slender but radiant, robed in light that never dimmed.

Her eyes glowed like burning suns, and when they landed on Kyle, the air itself turned to fire.

He did not kneel.

Instead, he met her gaze with a calm stillness that made the priest falter.

Charrin tilted her head slightly.

"You are the one Ruca failed to kill. The one who dares defy heaven."

She said softly.

"I’m the one who will end you."

Kyle replied evenly.

Her smile was soft. Sad.

"You speak with such certainty. And yet, you arrived too late. These people have given their lives for me. Their faith has brought me here."

Kyle’s eyes moved over the broken crowd, the bodies still twitching, breath shallow.

"They didn’t know what they were giving up."

"They did. They chose salvation. It is you who rejects it."

Charrin said, stepping toward him.

Kyle raised his hand—and summoned his sword into existence.

Charrin stopped, golden brows arching in amusement.

"You would raise a weapon against a god?"

Kyle’s aura flared.

"No, I’m raising it against a parasite who feeds on corpses and calls it worship."

He said.

The temple began to shake again—not from divine descent this time, but from the gathering force of battle.

Charrin sighed.

"So be it."

The Grand Priest backed away quickly, nearly stumbling down the stairs.

"Goddess—should I call for the others? Should I—"

"You’ve done enough. Run."

Charrin said without even turning toward him.

Then her attention returned to Kyle.

Power rippled between them.

Kyle adjusted his stance.

The goddess had descended. The air was poisoned with her essence. The faithful had already paid the price.

But the battle... the battle was just beginning.

The Grand Priest bowed low, trembling with reverence.

"Yes, my goddess! But... what shall we do with these poor souls?" He gestured toward the unconscious bodies scattered across the temple floor—men, women, even children—barely breathing, their vitality nearly drained to bring Charrin into the world.

"If they remain here, they may be caught in the battle’s crossfire."

He added, casting a nervous glance toward Kyle, who now stood alone, blade drawn and gaze fixed on the goddess.

Charrin nodded gently, her glowing eyes softening.

"It cannot be allowed. They offered their lives for my descent. Their loyalty must not be repaid with death."

She lifted her hand slowly, and divine runes formed around her fingers, glowing brighter with each passing second.

A rush of sacred wind passed through the air, wrapping itself around the fallen devotees. Kyle stepped back warily, mana coiling around him in defense, but Charrin made no move to attack.

The unconscious bodies were lifted gently off the ground, suspended in golden light.

"You will take them far from here. To the sanctuary. Let their bodies rest. Let their spirits recover. They have served me well."

Charrin said, turning to the Grand Priest.

The Grand Priest nodded frantically.

"Of course, my goddess. I shall guard them with my life."

The divine light flared—and then, in an instant, everyone was gone. The priest. The unconscious followers.

Even the scent of blood and desperation had vanished, replaced by a hollow silence that echoed against the marble pillars.

Only Kyle and the goddess remained. Two powers in a silent temple, each waiting for the other to move. Charrin lowered her arm slowly, her radiant form pulsing with otherworldly energy.

"That was the last mercy I will show tonight. Now... shall we begin?"

She said quietly.

Kyle didn’t answer right away.

He studied her carefully—her golden skin still shimmered with divine light, but now that the mortals were gone, there was a sharper edge to her presence.

No longer veiled in benevolence. This was the true face of a god who had descended not to guide, but to rule.

Kyle tightened his grip on his sword, letting his mana flare out like a wave. The divine pressure around them pulsed in response, cracking the tiles beneath his feet.

"I was hoping that you’d at least try diplomacy before throwing lightning bolts. That way, you can save your life and come serve under me."

He said at last, voice calm.

Charrin gave a faint, amused smile.

"Diplomacy? You slaughtered my chosen general. You desecrated my temple. You tried to halt my return."

"And you drained hundreds of lives for your ’miracle’. I call that even."

Kyle said coldly.

"You still don’t understand. Their lives weren’t stolen—they were offered. Willingly. Humanity craves purpose. I give it to them."

She replied.

Kyle’s gaze didn’t waver.

"Then let’s see how much purpose you have left when your miracle burns."

With that, his aura surged—and the temple shook under the weight of clashing power as the first strike came. The battle had begun.