Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent

The clash between Kyle and Moras shook the inner sanctum with terrifying force.

Every time their blades met, ripples of divine and mortal energy surged outward, tearing into the marble pillars and ornate walls of the temple. Statues shattered. The roof groaned under pressure. Sacred murals depicting Moras's glory blackened and cracked under the energy recoil.

Neither held back.

Moras, now fully awakened within the boy's body, moved with unsettling speed and precision.

Its strikes carried divine wrath, sharp and unrelenting, as though the very concept of resistance was an insult it would punish.

But Kyle was different. He met every strike head-on, absorbing the force, countering with strength sharpened by trial, pain, and something far deeper than godhood—resolve.

Outside the heart of the battle, Bruce and Melissa finally reached the top of the ruined stairs.

The oppressive divine pressure had waned just enough to let them breathe and move again. Melissa's first instinct was to rush to Kyle's side, her legs moving before her thoughts could catch up.

But Bruce threw an arm in front of her, stopping her mid-step.

"Don't."

He said grimly.

Melissa's eyes widened.

"But—he's—"

Bruce didn't look away from the scene ahead.

"We'll only get in his way. That thing isn't just a god—it's fury wrapped in flesh. If we try to help, we'll become liabilities."

Melissa's fingers clenched, trembling.

"Then what are we supposed to do?"

"We do what we can. We keep the others away."

Bruce said, drawing his sword. As if summoned by his words, a fresh wave of temple guards burst through a side hall, weapons drawn and eyes glowing with fanatic light.

Melissa turned to face them, her own blade ringing as it left its sheath.

"Then let's make sure they don't take a single step closer."

The two charged into the incoming guards, their blades moving with swift coordination, cutting down threats before they could even raise a cry.

Meanwhile, Kyle and Moras circled one another in the shattered sanctuary. The god's expression was no longer amused. It was calculating now, cautious.

Kyle's speed had increased, his strikes sharper, more measured. Something had changed.

Then, a small ding echoed in Kyle's mind—his system interface lighting up briefly:

[Experience threshold met. Accessing additional data...]

[Previous power synchronization: 80% achieved.]

[Warning: Overuse may result in physical strain.]

Kyle felt it immediately—a deep hum within his core, like a sealed door unlocking. Memories, strength, and instinct surged into alignment. His breathing slowed, steadied.

He met Moras's gaze and gave the god a half-smile.

"Your mistake was underestimating humanity."

He said.

Moras's eyes narrowed.

Kyle raised his sword, channeling his newly reawakened power. A vortex of mana spiraled around the blade's tip, glowing so fiercely it made the air sizzle.

The concentrated point pulsed once—then twice—like a heartbeat of destruction.

Moras didn't wait for the strike. It lunged—

Too late.

Kyle unleashed the spell.

The mana burst forward like a compressed comet, searing through the air with blinding speed.

Moras twisted its vessel's body out of the way at the last moment, but the attack ripped past its shoulder and struck the wall behind.

The temple wall exploded in a shockwave of force, vaporizing stone and sending flaming debris raining down the sanctum. The heavens outside became visible through the massive hole left behind.

Moras staggered, golden blood dripping from its shoulder where the edge of the blast had grazed it.

"You..."

It hissed, expression twisting into something furious and incredulous.

Kyle exhaled, steam rising from his skin as his mana slowly settled again.

"You're not invincible. Not here. Not anymore."

From the rafters above, Queen circled slowly, observing. Its wings never flapped, its movements unnaturally still, but it watched every moment, taking in the battlefield.

Moras looked up briefly and narrowed its eyes at the bird.

Kyle noticed.

"Don't worry about it. It's not your enemy."

"I fear nothing."

Moras snapped, straightening its frame.

Kyle smirked.

"Good. Then you won't mind what comes next."

Behind them, Bruce and Melissa stood amidst fallen guards, bruised and panting, but still standing strong.

They could only watch as their young master squared off with a god, their hearts heavy with both fear and awe.

The clash of sword and divine will sent shockwaves through the temple, ripping apart the sanctuary's sacred ground.

Kyle and Moras collided again and again—raw mana lashing the walls, divine energy turning the air molten.

Every time they clashed, it was as if the laws of reality buckled under the weight of their battle.

There was no rhythm now. No pattern. Only chaos, violence, and power.

Kyle's aura flared violently with every movement, his body bruised but steady.

Moras, though bleeding golden light from multiple wounds, grinned with feral glee, its vessel's body barely holding together.

Neither could overpower the other. Every strike found a counter. Every spell met resistance.

And all those watching—Bruce, Melissa, the remaining priests—stood in silent awe. No longer did they whisper about divinity or loyalty.

The line between god and mortal had blurred. It wasn't about faith anymore. It was about power. Survival.

And victory.

On the battlefield, Moras suddenly skidded back, a gash splitting open across its chest from Kyle's latest strike.

The god stared at the crimson gold flowing from the wound. Its lips curled into a twisted sneer.

"I grow tired of this farce. A mortal, standing against me like an equal. What foolishness have I allowed to take root in this world?"

Moras said, voice low and venomous.

Kyle raised his sword again, calm and collected.

"You're angry because I didn't kneel."

Moras's eyes burned with fury.

"No. I'm angry because you made me struggle."

With that, Moras stepped back, arms raised. Divine symbols erupted around him, forming an intricate web of runes that shimmered in the air.

The ground beneath their feet shifted, warping with celestial light as Moras's voice boomed:

[I summon the Sanctuary of the God.]

A deafening crack split the sky as space itself bent around Moras. Light erupted around the vessel, forming a dome of radiant power.

The sanctuary tore through the ceiling, vaporizing stone and steel alike, a divine realm forcibly anchored to the mortal plane.

Melissa gasped and moved forward, but Kyle was already there. He threw out a wall of mana, shielding her and Bruce just as the explosion of divine energy consumed the inner temple.

Screams echoed from nearby priests. Some collapsed immediately—blood draining from their faces, their fragile mortal bodies unable to withstand the pressure.

Others caught fire as the sanctuary's light seared through them.

From the collapsing rubble, the head priest stumbled forward, voice shrill.

"My lord! Stop this madness! The vessel cannot hold! The others—your faithful—they will all perish!"

But Moras did not turn. Its focus was locked solely on Kyle, eyes alight with divine madness.

"They are insects. Tools. Their fate is irrelevant. I will erase the one who dares defy me."

Moras said.

The head priest fell to his knees, horror painted across his face as he watched his god slaughter his own worshippers through sheer indifference.

Inside the sanctuary, Kyle stood tall, his shield flickering under pressure. The divine domain pressed down on him like a mountain, trying to crush him with its weight. But he held firm.

Queen flew overhead, avoiding the blasts of divinity with unnatural agility. It circled once, then vanished into the rafters—its purpose still underway.

Kyle glanced back to make sure Melissa and Bruce were unharmed. Then, he faced the glowing figure within the sanctuary.

"You're burning everything around you just to get rid of me. That's desperation."

Kyle said.

Moras stepped forward, each stride causing the ground to fracture beneath him.

"It is justice. And it is your end."

Kyle's body ached under the pressure. But he smiled.

"Then come."

Their swords met again in the center of the sanctuary, this time with a soundless impact that sent a visible shockwave of light outward.

Bruce and Melissa shielded their eyes. The remaining temple structure collapsed entirely, and the divine sanctuary above blazed like a miniature sun.

No one could tell who was winning anymore.

Only that neither intended to lose.