The summoned heroes scrambled to regroup, their previous arrogance shattered in an instant. But before they could react—
BOOOOM!!!
Javier appeared in their midst, swinging Gloria’s warhammer in a brutal arc. The weapon connected with full force, smashing into multiple heroes at once.
CRACK!
Their bodies were sent flying, crashing through burning debris, slamming into the broken remains of the village.
Kenjirou coughed blood, barely able to steady himself. The Archer Hero groaned, clutching her dislocated shoulder. The Tank Hero struggled to push himself up, his armor dented and cracked.
And then—
A trembling voice broke the chaos.
"P-Please… s-spare me… I-I’m a woman!"
Javier slowly turned his head. The Arcane Mage Hero, Emilia, had collapsed onto the ground. She trembled violently, her eyes filled with sheer terror.
Javier tilted his head slightly. His expression never changed. His voice—cold, devoid of emotion.
"Hmm? A woman?"
His dead eyes locked onto her as he took a slow step forward.
"What does that mean?"
Emilia flinched. "I—I—"
Javier kept walking toward her.
"You were supposed to stop them."
Emilia froze.
"You were supposed to tell them what they were doing was wrong."
Javier loomed over her, gripping the warhammer tightly. His eyes—deep red, glowing faintly in the firelight—looked at her as if she were nothing.
"And now you want me to spare you?"
Emilia tried to crawl backward.
"P-Please… I was just following orders…! I had no choice—"
Javier’s lips curled into a barely noticeable smirk.
"No choice?"
His foot pressed down on her arm, pinning her to the ground.
"The villagers had no choice."
Emilia gasped, struggling. "P-Please, I’ll do anything—"
Javier raised the warhammer. His gaze was blank. Unfeeling. Merciless.
"And now, neither do you."
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Javier didn’t stop. Gloria’s warhammer smashed into Emilia over and over again, her screams growing weaker, her divine barrier cracking with each devastating blow. Blood splattered across the dirt, soaking the ground beneath her broken body.
Her divine staff—her so-called "blessing"—was already beginning to splinter. But Javier showed no emotion. No rage. No hatred. Just pure, merciless execution.
"No mercy for devils."
CRACK!
The divine staff fractured further. Emilia’s eyes filled with terror, her body convulsing violently as she struggled to breathe. She reached out weakly, but—
BOOM!
Javier smashed her hand, shattering the bones. Her divine light flickered. Her life was fading.
Javier raised the warhammer one last time, his voice a hollow whisper.
"Don’t worry, girl... Send my regards to your shitty goddess."
He paused, tilting his head slightly.
"And if she dares to come down here personally?"
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His dead eyes burned with something darker than rage.
"Don’t worry. I’ll crush her too."
Emilia’s bloodied lips trembled in silent horror. Javier stared down at her, his face completely blank.
"…So. Goodbye."
BOOOOOOOM!!!
The final impact shattered the divine staff completely. Her divine protection vanished. Her body twisted unnaturally—
And then, the light in her eyes faded. The Arcane Mage Hero was dead.
The other summoned heroes roared in fury, finally moving to save her—but they were too slow.
Javier turned sharply, swinging the warhammer mid-air.
BOOOOM!!
The sheer force sent them flying back into the debris. Kenjirou coughed violently, crashing through a broken house. The Archer landed hard on the dirt, her ribs cracking on impact. The Tank Hero barely managed to block in time, but his arms trembled from the pressure.
Javier stood in the center of it all. His blood-red eyes glowed in the dim firelight, his expression still blank, still empty.
And then—
He took a step forward.
And the remaining heroes finally understood. This wasn’t just revenge. This was judgment.
Javier tilted his head slightly, his blood-red eyes flickering with cold disinterest. His gaze fell on the Tank Hero, Damian, who was barely standing, his armor cracked and his body trembling.
"Oh… You’re still up?"
Javier slowly lifted Gloria’s warhammer.
"Well… Not for much longer."
Then—he vanished.
A sudden scream tore through the battlefield.
The Archer Hero, Mirielle, collapsed to the ground, her bow slipping from her hands. Javier had appeared right in front of her, his warhammer already buried deep in her side.
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CRACK!
A sickening sound echoed through the burning village—the unmistakable shattering of ribs.
Mirielle screamed in agony, tears streaming down her face. She tried to crawl away, her fingers trembling, desperate—
BOOM!
Javier’s warhammer slammed down again, crushing her bow beneath its weight. Her divine weapon snapped in half instantly.
Mirielle’s eyes widened in horror.
"N-No—"
Kenjirou and Damian, witnessing this, roared in fury.
"You bastard!!"
Both charged at once—
But Javier turned sharply, swinging the warhammer in one clean arc.
BOOOOM!!
The impact sent them both flying once again, their bodies crashing through debris and skidding across the dirt.
Javier watched them with cold detachment.
"Your divine weapons are useless."
He took another step forward.
"You just haven’t realized it yet."
Javier slowly approached the fallen heroes, dragging the bloodied warhammer behind him. His eyes, empty and cold, stared at them like insects.
Then—he spoke.
"Do you know… what I’ve been doing since I was reborn into this world?"
The Tank Hero, Damian, coughed violently, barely able to lift his head. Kenjirou gritted his teeth, still gripping his sword.
Javier kept walking.
"Instead of waiting for a blessing… I trained. From the day I was born."
His tone was even, but the pressure in the air thickened.
"Do you know how painful my training was?"
Javier continued, his voice unwavering.
"Do you know I’ve been leveling up since I was seven years old?"
"I learned every spell. Every technique. Every piece of knowledge I could find."
"And I mastered them—one by one."
His grip on the warhammer tightened.
"Yet you come here, blessed by a goddess… and think that makes you stronger than me?"
Javier vanished.
Then—
A devastating blow crashed into the Tank Hero’s side. His divine armor cracked further.
Another blow.
And another.
And another.
Each strike was heavier. Faster. Merciless.
Damian screamed in agony, his divine protection shattering piece by piece.
Kenjirou gritted his teeth, moving to save his last remaining party member.
But—
CLANG!!
Kenjirou’s sword slammed into something massive. A towering white puppet knight, its full plate armor gleaming under the firelight, stood between him and Javier.
Kenjirou froze.
His face paled.
His hands trembled.
His legs moved on their own.
He turned.
And ran.
"K-Kenjirou!!"
The Tank Hero, lying broken on the ground, reached out desperately.
"Help… me…!"
But Kenjirou never looked back.
( End of Chapter )