Reincarnated Hero System

|Anyone with a brain would know that saying out my real name in this fucking universe is a goddamn taboo! |

The ‘Eternal of Time and Destruction’ shouted out towards the winged beings who descended from the skies, looking glorious and holy, if one ignored the fact that they were all armed and ready for a battle.

Seeing the spear-wielding being at the forefront, the ‘Eternal’ pointed at him and continued.

|You there in the front! I remember you.

Were you not present when the ‘Bastard of Causality’ made it a taboo to speak my name in his multiverse?!’|

Despite being singled out by this obviously dangerous being, the man’s eyes remained calm as he looked around the world they were in.

Space had ruptured in various places due to the world being unable to handle the might contained in the ‘true voice’ of the eternal, but even before that, the world was already a lost cause as everything that had life had already been marked for ‘Destruction’.

He then turned to the blue armoured corpse on the floor that was still spilling out golden blood, his gaze narrowing in displeasure as he noticed something.

‘No other scratch on the armour except for the broken helmet, he was killed in a single strike.’

Looking at the heterochromatic-eyed man staring at him, a bit of fear crept into his heart as he re-evaluated the man’s strength.

‘He could kill a giant god in a single strike, and this is what he’s capable of while sealing off his own power?!’

Before his thoughts could progress any further, the space in between him and the ‘Eternal’ folded in on itself, causing the heterochromatic-eyed man to suddenly be right in front of him.

His eyes widened in surprise as he instinctively backed away, his spear pointing forward as he roused his divinity to attack.

|So, you’re still in there, huh? You didn’t answer my question so I was wondering if you were just a puppet. |

Ignoring the spear pointed at him, the man ran his hands through his silver hair as he studied the legion behind the winged knights.

|Since you brought your subordinates to the party, it’s only polite that I do the same. |

**BZZTTTT!!!

He waved his hand and the space behind him cracked open, revealing the figures of thousands of armoured soldiers on standby, each of them holding their personal weapons while dressed in similar armours as they all simultaneously turned in the direction of the crack in space.

|Just a hundred would do. |

As he spoke, exactly one hundred soldiers stepped into this dying world through the crack right before it closed up, along with all the other ruptured points in space, giving the poor world a few more minutes of life.

|Now, shall we? |

He spoke as his red and blue eyes glowed with eerie lights and an evil grin crept up to his face.

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A long black-haired woman wearing a white suit sat at an office desk that floated in the midst of endless white space as she sorted through multiple papers in silence.

She had beautiful skin, long legs and a slim body like that of a model’s and a relaxed attitude with no expression on her face.

Her golden eyes darted around as she read the contents of each paper in seconds, moving on to the next immediately after while she drummed on the table with her fingers.

Suddenly, there was another being in the room, a young woman with long black hair and a pair of almond-shaped green eyes and spruce eyebrows.

She had a face that made her look like a doll, with her long hair that spilt over her shoulders and black frilly dress only reinforcing this notion.

“Artemisia…”

Hearing her name being called, the woman in the suit, the goddess Artemisia looked up to meet eyes with her uninvited visitor, a small frown appearing on her usually expressionless face.

“Hmm? You really don’t want to see me that much?”

The green-eyed woman spoke as she lay down on the large table, turning her head to the side and gazing at the frowning goddess with a small smile on her face.

“It is not you that I have a problem with, it’s the reason you’re here.”

Artemisia heaved a sigh as she put down the papers in her hands and replied, her fingers rubbing her temples as she thought about the headache the green-eyed woman’s presence here meant.

“True, even I have a problem with it, however, there are very few people who are capable of reining in that ‘idiot’.”

“I agree…”

The goddess nodded in affirmation with the woman’s words as she flicked her fingers, materializing a bottle and two glasses out of thin air.

She popped open the wine bottle and poured some into the two glasses before giving one to her guest who sat up and collected it.

“Thousand-year wine? Didn’t expect you to be extravagant.”

“It’s good for dealing with stress.”

Artemisia downed the contents of her glass before continuing.

“Since you had time to come here, you must have already started tracking him, right?”

The green-eyed woman nodded with a smile that instantly changed into a frown as she dropped the glass on the desk and turned to Artemisia.

“I have good news and bad news, which do you wanna hear first?”

“Does the order really matter?”

“Nope.”

“Haaaa….”

Artemisia poured another glass of wine for herself and downed it before looking back at the woman and gesturing for her to speak.

“Good news is, I found him relatively easily. The bad news is that he’s about to murder enough gods to fit a small pantheon.”

“Son of a-!

Where is he?!”

The green-eyed woman only grabbed Artemisia’s shoulder and activated teleportation magic, warping the two of them to a different location and leaving the unfinished bottle of wine on the desk.

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Lento City Outskirts, Nepte Province.

Great Western Empire.

December 25th

Year 1051

[Level Up.]

“Finally!”

A young female voice rang out in the quiet forest clearing as a young girl jumped up and made a guts pose in the air.

“Now I can complete ‘Venus’ without problems.”

Landing back on the ground, the girl spoke to no one in particular, her left hand moving over to rub the bracelet on her left wrist as if trying to make sure it was still there.

She had a beautiful smile on her face as she began humming to herself, a scene that would have looked picturesque if one ignored the fact that she was standing next to the corpse of a six-foot-tall pig-faced monster.

Possessing tender-looking fair skin with chestnut-coloured fairly long hair that spilt over her shoulders and a pair of striking blue eyes, she was the perfect definition of ‘Young Beauty’.

She was wearing a black polo neck jumper, with a similarly coloured pair of shorts and leather boots all underneath a long blue jacket that matched the colour of her eyes.

“Your highness, your hair has gone loose again. Please stay still while I redo it.”

A male voice rang out from behind her, prompting her to turn her blue eyes in the direction of the speaker with a small frown on her face.

“I said, call me ‘Laurene’!”

The girl, Princess of the Great Western Empire, Laurene Hayes, spoke to the teenage boy who stood behind her and tied her hair back up in a ponytail.

“Yes, your highness.”

However, despite her words, he still called her by her official title as he turned her head forward and tied up her hair with such a fluid set of motions that showed he had done this more than just a few times.

He had dark-coloured hair and green eyes with a calm expression on his face that looked just like a younger copy of his father’s. He was fairly tall for his age and possessed a well-built body that was obvious from his arm muscles.

“You are a lot harder to deal with than your brother, in more ways than one, Arnold.”

Laurene spoke as she turned back to gaze at the first-born child of the Eris Ducal couple, Arnold Del Eris.

He gazed back into her blue eyes calmly, only for his own eyes to widen in surprise as his jaws dropped in shock.

“Hmm…your surprised expression looks so authentic I could actually have fallen for it.”

Laurene remarked as she studied the face of the teenager who was still looking at her with slacked jaws.

That was only natural, as a crest had suddenly manifested in her pupils right before his very eyes.

It was something that anyone close to Laurene was now familiar with as they had seen it multiple times over the span of the past few months.

A single letter from an ancient language lost to time, one that meant ‘Truth’.

She chuckled lightly as she walked away from him and pulled out a dagger strapped to her thigh, using it to cut open the chest of the monster corpse in front of her and pull out a bloodied fist-sized stone.

Turning back to Arnold who had recomposed himself, she spoke.

“Can you keep watch for me while I absorb this? Should not take a few minutes.”