I Died and Became a Noble's Heir

Chapter 707: I do not feel anger

Jack should not have survived the initial salvo. The human should be ash. This should have been a simple execution.

A demonstration of draconic superiority that would echo through the continental kingdoms for centuries.

Instead, the Herald was watching his elite interceptor unit become a compressed cluster of pinned, panicked dragons whose centuries of training offered absolutely no protection against a force that operated at a fundamental level of magical theory.

Before the Herald could even issue a counter-command to abort the engagement, something else occurred.

Jack vanished.

He did not visibly retreat from the battlefield, nor did he attempt to escape. He vanished from his previous location. One moment, he was there, calmly engaging Oscar, and the next, he was absent.

The dragon network fell into chaos as every sensory dragon attempted to track his movement. Still, there was no trajectory, no displacement pattern, no indication of where he had gone or how he had executed his disappearance.

The Herald’s lieutenants stood frozen at the command platform’s edge. Saphira’s blue scales had gone pale.

Skatha’s earth magic was rippling involuntarily through the ground beneath them, a manifestation of her panic.

Boreas, the fastest dragon in the vanguard, was actively leaning forward as if he could somehow force his eyes to track faster and locate the human’s new position.

Then something that made Malicia’s entire frame convulse with shock registered across their perception.

Ten muffled, spatial snaps echoed across the valley.

They came from the center of the compressed dragon cluster.

The pinned, helpless interceptor wing that had become a suspended ball of writhing scales. Each snap was accompanied by a brief flare of dark energy that their senses registered as Black Lightning, a form of magic that the Herald’s intelligence networks had flagged as theoretically impossible for humans to manifest.

A technique thought lost to time.

The Herald had no time to process the implications.

The ten black-lightning payloads detonated simultaneously.

There were no bright explosions. No fiery plumes rising into the sky. No dramatic discharge of magical energy that the observers could track and analyze.

There were only violent, imploding vacuum pockets of Black Lightning that tore through the compressed cluster with cellular-level precision.

The one hundred dragons simply ceased to exist.

The dragons were not subjected to conventional methods of demise, such as incineration, dismemberment, or trauma that would result in identifiable remains.

Instead, they were completely eradicated, their physical forms transformed into a fine particulate mist that subsequently dispersed from the atmosphere.

Their protective gear was reduced to its fundamental atomic components, and their biological fluids were converted into imperceptible particles, scattered by the wind before any analysis of the event could be conducted.

The cluster that had occupied a clearly defined space in the dragon’s awareness simply disappeared, replaced by falling ash so microscopic that it registered as nothing more than atmospheric distortion.

In the moment after the detonation, a system notification bloomed across Jack’s interface, visible only to him.

[Reward: 4,500,000 Death Tokens for eliminating 100 Disaster-class dragons]

Than another notification appread in front of him almost a dozen times.

[-184,272 HP]

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Caligo’s voice erupted through the telepathic network moments later, his ancient composure finally cracking under the strain of what he had just witnessed.

‘The movement was instantaneous. No displacement pattern. No transition signature. The human utilized a teleportation technique that bypassed every sensor he has. My systems cannot track that style of movement. It looks like the Herald will end up dying here.’

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The Flight Leader’s mental voice carried the weight of someone who had lived for millennia and just encountered something that transcended his categories of understanding.

‘This is not a mortal human. This is something that has integrated principles of magical theory that I do not recognize. It is imperative that the Dragon King be apprised of this situation without delay.. Wait, what am I saying… The dragon King is weak. Why would I say anything to that buffoon? I will solve this mess myself!’

The Herald opened his mouth to issue a counter-command, but before any words could manifest, the situation transformed again.

Jack materialized amidst the explosions. He appeared instantaneously, positioned beyond the ash cloud, exhibiting complete composure and unaffected by the surrounding chaos, closer to the primary military formation.

His sudden appearance registered on the dragon’s awareness as an anomaly. This singular point materialized without prior indication, displacement signature, or any discernible method of breaching the draconic formation’s security perimeter.

The Herald’s arrogant smirk was completely shattered.

His body went rigid. His claws dug into the stone of the command platform, leaving gouges deep enough that dust began to rise from the cracks. His breathing came in sharp, controlled bursts, but his eyes had narrowed to slits as he stared at the distant human who had just eliminated his elite interceptor wing without a single dragon managing to strike back.

Jack Kaiser stood in the borderlands, his frame wrapped in the crackling layer of black lightning. His white hair drifted upward, suspended by the magnetic pressure of the magical field surrounding his body. Oscar glowed with residual power in his grip.

His expression was absolutely calm for someone facing so many opponents at once.

And then Jack’s voice carried across the entire battlefield.

As if he had been standing next to each one individually.

“Over a thousand dragons, and not a single one possessed the wisdom to turn back.”

The statement hung in the air like an executioner’s blade suspended above a condemned neck.

“I do not feel anger toward you. I only feel a profound pity that your lineage ends here by my hand.”

The Herald’s entire frame convulsed at the words. His golden eyes locked on Jack’s distant figure, and what he saw was not a mortal human standing in a dead zone.

What he saw was something that had just demonstrated the capacity to eliminate his best units without suffering a single casualty, without allowing any of them even the possibility of retaliation.

What he saw was death.

Nexia’s voice came through the telepathic network, but it lacked her previous confidence.

“Herald, I cannot reestablish tactical cohesion. The formations are fragmenting. The dragon units are experiencing a panic cascade. What do we do?”

The Herald did not answer.

His mind was processing the fact that every calculation he had made, every assumption he had built the engagement around, had been fundamentally invalidated in the span of a few heartbeats.

The human had survived the initial salvo. The human had anticipated the flanking maneuver. The human had positioned countermeasures that eliminated the Herald’s best defensive units.

And the human was still standing in the dead zone, perfectly calm, with absolutely no indication of strain or exhaustion.

The Herald was beginning to understand what Typhoon already knew. Typhoon saw a variable, something that could spark an interest in one of the most powerful beings in Erebon.

There had to be a reason why, and the herald was beginning to understand.

The wartime decree had not created a vulnerable target.

It had created an arena where a predator could demonstrate its absolute supremacy.

And the predator was only getting started.

Not only did the Herald make a grave error, but so did Sariel.

The telepathic network continued to flood with incoming distress signals, but the Herald could no longer process the tactical readouts.

His lieutenants stood frozen at the command platform’s edge, waiting for orders that would never come, watching a situation spiral beyond any framework they had ever trained to manage.

Below them, Jack Kaiser stood motionless in the dead zone, his black lightning still crackling with patient intensity, waiting for the draconic forces to make their next move.

The Herald’s reign of ambition had just encountered something that transcended military calculation.

If he could not kill a single human, how could he overthrow the Dragon King?

And it had recognized, with cold, inexorable clarity, that it would not survive the encounter.