Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 230: Ch : Curse of the Goddess- Part 1

Kyle stood silently as the Saintess collapsed, her divine aura flickering like the dying embers of a once-raging fire.

He didn’t move immediately.

Instead, he narrowed his eyes, observing the residual energy lingering in her body.

Her consciousness had faded, and her strength was gone, but the divine mana she wielded—unrefined and invasive—still clung to her like a disease, seeping into the earth with every passing second.

If left alone, it would taint the land, corrupting the mana veins and rendering the entire forest sterile.

Kyle clicked his tongue.

"Of course, you wouldn’t go down cleanly."

He muttered.

With a sigh, he stepped forward, grabbed the unconscious Saintess by the arm, and hoisted her effortlessly onto his shoulder.

She was light. Too light.

Her body had already started to crumble from the overload of divinity, and Kyle didn’t doubt that she had only hours—if not minutes—left unless he suppressed the destructive mana tearing through her form.

It wasn’t out of mercy. He had already won.

But as always, Kyle wasn’t just thinking about this battle—he was thinking ahead. If her mana continued to leak into the soil, it would kill everything around.

Bringing her back to the village wasn’t kindness. It was containment.

As he made his way through the edge of the forest, the familiar sight of the village came into view.

Ruins reinforced with protective sigils that shimmered faintly in the morning light. Sasha had done her part.

He didn’t even need to call out.

The ruins flared as he approached, and seconds later, Sasha was in front of him, her staff raised and eyes sharp—until they locked on the limp figure hanging from his shoulder.

"What the hell is that? You brought garbage back for me to look at?"

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Kyle adjusted his hold on the Saintess.

"This ’garbage’ is leaking divine mana into the forest. If left alone, she’ll rot everything in a five-mile radius. I need to suppress her mana fully before she becomes a real problem."

Sasha didn’t look convinced. Her brows furrowed and she crossed her arms.

"And you think dragging her here, into our only safe haven, is a good idea? Kyle, if she explodes or whatever divine time bomb is ticking inside her goes off, we’re dead."

"I’ve already locked her mana down. She won’t wake up, and she won’t explode. Not before I’m ready to dissect the problem properly."

He replied calmly.

Sasha glanced at the Saintess again, then back at Kyle.

"If you’re sure... then fine. But don’t blame me when she starts floating and glowing or some crazy divine prophecy activates."

"Noted."

Before Sasha could say more, heavy footsteps pounded against the dirt.

The village chief—red-faced and panting—hurried toward them, his arms flailing as he waved Kyle down.

"Young master! You need to come quick!"

Kyle stiffened.

"What happened?"

"The training area! Some of the people you put under mana training—they’re starting to wake up!"

At that, Sasha’s expression shifted from irritation to surprise.

"Already?"

Kyle’s eyes sharpened.

"Take me there. Now."

"Yes, sir!"

Kyle handed the Saintess over to Sasha for a moment.

"Put her in the sealed chamber near Queen’s nest. Make sure it’s heavily insulated."

"You’re really trusting me with her?"

"I trust Queen more. Just follow it."

Queen, who had been perched silently nearby, let out a soft chirp and floated beside Sasha, its many eyes gleaming with a pale, watchful glow. Sasha grimaced but nodded.

"Fine. But if she does anything weird, I’m blaming you."

With that, Kyle turned and rushed after the chief, heading toward the heart of the village. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

’Good. People are waking up.’

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Melissa gasped, her body jerking upright as though pulled by invisible threads.

Air filled her lungs like she had been drowning, and her eyes snapped open to an unfamiliar brightness.

The place around her felt like the village—but different. It hummed.

The ground, the air, even the faint wind brushing against her skin felt laced with energy. Her limbs felt lighter, her thoughts sharper. Her senses buzzed with awareness.

She blinked and looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers. Something had changed.

"I... made a promise,"

She whispered to herself, furrowing her brow.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t recall what the promise was. Just a faint echo, a desperate determination carved into her heart before darkness claimed her.

Around her, others were still unconscious, scattered like fallen leaves beneath the old tree Kyle had used as a training ground.

She glanced around, noticing that the training ruins glowed faintly beneath their bodies. The magical energy had not only preserved them—it had transformed them.

Before she could piece it all together, footsteps approached. Melissa turned quickly, instinctively on edge, but relaxed when she saw Bruce.

"Well, well. Third place, huh? Not bad."

He said with a grin, offering her a hand.

"Third?"

She repeated, accepting his hand as he pulled her to her feet.

"Yep. I woke up first. Then the Grand Duchess. You were next."

Bruce said casually.

Melissa’s lips twitched into a frown.

"The Grand Duchess beat me?"

Bruce raised a brow.

"Is that really surprising?"

Melissa huffed, brushing her clothes off.

"It’s not that surprising. Just... annoying."

She couldn’t help but feel a stab of frustration. Before, she would have blamed luck or some excuse. But this time, she knew better.

She had lost... because she was slower. Less prepared. And that meant she had to do better.

Bruce led her through the training grounds and toward the shade of the central pavilion.

Melissa squinted as she approached and spotted the Grand Duchess Amanda sitting there, legs crossed, her posture regal and relaxed.

But what truly struck Melissa was the pressure surrounding her.

Amanda didn’t radiate mana. She commanded it.

Her aura was heavier, more refined, yet dangerously controlled.

Even sitting still, she looked like someone who could crush mountains if she felt like it.

"Melissa. Come. Sit."

Amanda greeted with a smooth smile, her voice as steady as a blade.

Melissa obeyed but couldn’t stop herself from casting a suspicious glance toward the Grand Duchess as she lowered herself onto the bench.

Her instincts told her to be cautious—this woman had always been formidable, but now... she was something else entirely.

For a few long moments, silence stretched between them. Only the wind and distant rustling of leaves filled the air. Then, suddenly, Amanda’s gaze sharpened.

"...He’s coming."

Melissa’s head jerked up.

"Master Kyle?"

Amanda nodded slowly.

"Yes. But he’s not alone."

Bruce tensed nearby, his hand hovering near the blade strapped to his back. Melissa could feel it too now—a ripple in the distance, a unique signature she had long since memorized.

Kyle’s mana.

But beneath it, clinging to it like a parasite, was something else.

Something... unnatural.

Amanda’s eyes narrowed.

"It’s divine. But wrong. Mutated. Corrupt. He’s bringing something dangerous with him."

Melissa’s body trembled—not with fear, but excitement.

Her heart raced as the blood in her veins seemed to boil with readiness. She didn’t know what this new threat was, but she didn’t care.

If her master was in danger, then she would stand before him, blade drawn.

She stood tall and proud.

"Whatever it is, I’ll fight it. I won’t let anything touch him."

Amanda looked at her, unreadable for a moment. Then she smiled slightly.

"Good. You’ll need that resolve."