Reincarnated Hero System

The slash continued its path, ripping through Triffid’s towering wooden shields as though they were paper, each layer of bark and vine splintering apart with a shrieking sound, crushed beneath the overwhelming force of Arthur’s ‘Chaos’.

The reinforced walls of the massive tree buckled, cracked, and then gave way as the slash dug deeper, closing in on the Broodmother.

The Broodmother never stood a chance.

The blade cut clean through its body like a hot knife through butter, slicing the creature in two.

A scream filled with fury and pain echoed through the air, but it was short-lived, silenced almost immediately as the creature’s body was split apart.

Its severed halves fell to the ground, only to disintegrate into dust upon impact. It was as if the Broodmother’s very existence had been erased, consumed by the cosmic energy unleashed in Arthur’s strike.

Yet even that wasn’t the end.

The silver light continued its merciless path, extending forward for nearly a kilometre. The land quaked under the sheer force of the blow that tore apart the earth with a thunderous, rending roar.

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

Everyone on the battlefield felt it.

The Elder Spirits and Infernal Archdevils above watched it unfold.

Their eyes widened in disbelief.

Amidst the Spirit’s ranks, Charisse gazed at the destruction Arthur’s strike had unleashed, and a faint smile touched her lips.

“I told you, didn’t I? You would achieve what it is you were seeking in this Dimension.”

And truly, Arthur had found it.

With the Third Variation of his Extreme Nothingness technique now perfected…

| Condition 10: Creation of Three Forms? of Technique?? Or Unique Skill?? Or Ability?? Termed by Entity: ‘Arthur Vaughn’, as ‘Extreme Nothingness??’: 3/3|

|Transcendence Conditions: 10/10. |

|You have exceeded Level 899 classification|

|Your Level is: Undefined|

|Your Stats are: Undefined|

|You have proven your qualifications to surpass Mortality. |

…

|Your Existence is not permitted to remain below Transcendence anymore. |

|You are Transcending immediately. |

Arthur’s body shook as the storm of energy that had been building for months finally broke free, a torrent of power that threatened to tear apart everything nearby.

The instant the final piece locked into place, the energy that had been simmering beneath the surface exploded outward.

His body was consumed by a wave of silver power, a brilliant maelstrom that warped the fabric of space.

It surged outward like a tidal wave crashing violently against the shore.

All the EXP he had gathered since reaching Level 899. All the Transcendents he had slain.

Every ounce of that cached power awakened in this moment.

It was as if the core of his existence was folding back into itself, feeding into a cascade of exponential growth.

His current body struggled to contain it.

But that wasn’t a concern.

Silver energy spiralled around him in a vortex, forming a cocoon of shimmering energy that briefly sealed him off from the world.

Within it, only the faint outline of his body could be seen.

Universal law energies swirled around the cocoon, and every cell within him vibrated as they climbed toward a new level.

[KILL HIM! NOW!!!!]

The Archdevils, still stunned by the destruction Arthur had unleashed, were jolted back to focus as Vonun’s loud voice echoed across the land.

Triffid’s instinctive fear bled through Vonun’s command, spreading to the Infernal Archdevils and driving them into a frenzy.

But they were stopped before they could fully react.

The Elder Spirits charged forward, intercepting them and blocking any interference. Whatever was unfolding, the Archdevils clearly wanted it stopped, and for that reason alone, the Elder Spirits would ensure it continued.

On the ground, with the Vanguard Swarm destroyed, only the regular Vanguards remained.

The forest, no longer tethered to its roots, began to stir. Trees tore themselves from the soil, their trunks splintering as they lunged toward Arthur in one last, desperate bid to stop him from reaching Transcendence.

Suddenly, space warped, and Charisse burst through a portal, catching Artemisia and Beatrix by surprise.

“Sir Evan!”

“You don’t have to tell me twice!”

Evan shouted in response, dropping his sword.

“Just focus on keeping Causality off me!”

With that, he reached into his Inventory and pulled out something that left the two teenage Aidosian goddesses stunned.

Bound in aged leather and etched with intricate patterns that pulsed faintly with a subdued luminescence, the book’s mere presence drew the eye.

Its size was imposing as well, with thick, heavy pages that hinted at an endless repository of magic. The spine was reinforced with silver bands that glimmered faintly.

‘A Grimoire…?’

Beatrix looked on in confusion, while Artemisia’s eyes widened, recognition flashing through them.

‘This…he used it in that Labyrinth on Aramis!’

Evan, pouring his magic power into it, muttered its name, “Akashic Page.”

The patterns etched into its surface responded to his voice, releasing a silent wave of cosmic energy imperceptible to anyone present.

That wave, however, was detected by the law of causality, which triggered an immediate response.

Space ruptured around Evan, and greyish-gold bolts lanced out, aiming to erase the temporal anomaly in his hands from existence.

But before they reached him—

“Attribute Resonance.”

Charisse’s voice rang out as she extended both hands, drawing the energy of the law of causality around her.

The furious bolts meant to destroy the Akashic Page swirled into her waiting hands, condensing into a dense orb of power. She held it aloft like a shield, her own energy drawing in the attack and redirecting Causality’s fury.

With the danger deflected, Evan was free to act.

Charisse wanted to reassure him as quickly as possible, and after closely observing Evan through numerous divinations and their recent interactions, she concluded the best way to do so was with just two words.

“Go wild.”

“Pfft…very well then.”

The pages of the Akashic Page fluttered as Evan drew upon the ambient magic power, casting one spell after another.

“World Magic: Spell Number 25: World Isolation Barrier.”

First, a barrier to cover Arthur. In exchange for containing the Existence identified as ‘Arthur Vaughn’ within it, all other Existences were forcibly kept out.

Anyone attempting to enter would have to break through it, which was easier said than done.

But still, it wasn’t impossible.

Which meant Evan had to ensure no one even got close.

“Spell Number 13: Judgment of the gods: Multiple.”

Beams of light rained down from the clouds, and even then, the grimoire’s pages continued to flutter as Evan kept casting.

“Triplet World Magic:

Spell Number 20: Sword of Damocles.

Spell Number 10: Severance of Reality.

Spell Number 9: Einherjar.”

He spread his arms wide, a manic grin stretching across his masked face, mirroring the same lunacy that danced in the eyes of those who wielded the Law of Destruction.

“World Magic: Spell Number 5: Armageddon.”

As the skies above Triffid split apart, unleashing a cataclysmic storm of devastation upon the forest, Beatrix quietly ceased using her magic power and drank a potion to begin replenishing it, her eyes fixed on the descending meteors.

The meteors summoned by Armageddon warped space far above the planet’s atmosphere, tearing chunks of nearby asteroids from orbit and dragging them just below the cloud line before releasing them.

From there, they plummeted toward Triffid’s forest, crashing down with impacts that annihilated scores of Vanguards, flattened swathes of trees, and reduced huge sections of the immense forest to smouldering ash under waves of fire.

The sheer concentration of magic power that swirled around Evan prior to the spell’s release had already drawn the attention of the Infernal Archdevils above, so naturally, they tried to eliminate him.

But the Elder Spirits, mistaking their intent for an attempt to interrupt Arthur’s transcendence, blocked them. Even if they had known the truth, they still would’ve stopped them, as they could clearly see Evan was guarding Arthur.

That didn’t mean the Archdevils were without options, though.

Several of them cast enhancement spells upon their ground forces, empowering foot soldiers and Vice Commanders alike before ordering them to go after Evan.

Many of the Vice Commanders who had been pushed back erupted with power, knocking down the surrounding spirits and cultivators and killing many as they charged toward their target.

Evan saw this as his wings unfurled, and he slowly ascended to get a clearer view of the battlefield.

“Well, that’s a lot of buffs,” he muttered. “A bit too many buffs. Let’s even the playing field, shall we?”

The Akashic Page fluttered in response, and Evan spoke again.

“Target Category: Devil Species.

World Magic: Spell Number 11: Decimation of Blessings.”

From the Akashic Page floating above Evan’s palm, a wave of purifying power erupted and spread in every direction, sweeping through the entirety of Triffid’s burning forest at light speed.

This wave ignored all barriers and forms of magical and skill-based defences without exception.

As it passed, every buff cast by the Archdevils was stripped away.

The enhancements placed on the foot soldiers advancing toward Evan, those that Infernal Devil mages had bestowed upon themselves and their allies, the support spells they had maintained while fighting—all of it was instantly and forcefully nullified.

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Not only did it forcefully deactivate support spells and techniques, but it also suppressed the target’s capacity to receive them for a short duration afterwards.

The effect lasted only a few minutes, but in a battle where entities moved at supersonic speed, that might as well be a lifetime.

One of the Vice Commanders charging at Evan nearly dropped from the sky as the buffs empowering him suddenly vanished. In that moment of weakness, a fist shot toward his face faster than he could raise his arms to defend, and his head was obliterated on impact, torn cleanly from his shoulders.

As the corpse crashed to the ground, Evan turned to the one responsible—his Einherjar, summoned by Spell Number 9.

“Einherjar.”

When it silently turned to him, Evan issued a command.

“Target only the Vice Commanders.”

Without a word, it turned back around, guided by Evan’s will, which clearly defined who the ‘Vice Commanders’ were, and then kicked off the scorched earth, dashing toward the nearest one with the Unforged in hand.

As he watched it go, Evan glanced at the cocoon Arthur was inside and muttered to himself,

“He’s already Leel 900, huh? And I’m stuck at 799. I’m a bit…envious.”

The RHS interface materialised in his field of vision, and his eyes moved to the progress bar it had generated at his request.

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[96.8%]

Just as Evan looked at it, Danger Sense rang an alarm in his head, and the pages of Akashic Page flapped as he cast another spell.

“Spell Number 4: Absolute Défense.”

Instantly, a spherical barrier formed around him, manifesting just in time to intercept a beam of infernal magic that shot toward him from afar. The impact rocked the shield, splintering small cracks across its surface, but it held.

Evan’s eyes narrowed as he turned in the direction the attack had come from and snapped his fingers.

“Spell Number 10: Severance of Reality.”