SSS-Ranked Trash Hero: I Was Scammed Into Being Summoned-Chapter 65: The Breaking Point

The death of the Royal Knight Commander sent a wave of cold terror through the room. He had been the strongest among them, a man who could supposedly face a dragon and survive. Now, he was just a pile of cooling meat on the floor.

Hiroshi didn’t stop to admire his work. The purple glow in his eyes grew brighter, and he shifted his weight.

The remaining knights—barely 30 of them now—shook as they held their positions. They were the elite of the elite, but even their training couldn’t prepare them for this. They looked at the three heroes, waiting for a command that would save them.

"Don’t let him move!" Kenji screamed. He lunged forward, his "Sword of the Saint" glowing with a light so bright it was painful to look at. "First Style: Heaven’s Piercing Ray!"

He swung his blade, and a beam of solid white light shot from the tip. It wasn’t just a physical strike; it was concentrated holy energy designed to vaporize anything dark.

Hiroshi didn’t dodge. He raised his left hand, and the shadows around his arm swirled into a thick, rotating vortex. The beam of light hit the vortex and was swallowed whole. It didn’t explode or bounce off. It simply disappeared into the darkness.

"My turn," the voice echoed again.

Hiroshi snapped his fingers.

The shadows that had swallowed the light suddenly spat it back out, but the color had changed. The beam was now a sickly, deep purple. It slammed into the floor between the knights.

Boom.

The explosion didn’t produce fire. It produced a shockwave of negative energy that turned the stones into dust. Four knights were caught in the blast. Their armor didn’t protect them. The energy passed through the metal and turned their bones to ash inside their suits. They collapsed like empty husks.

"Aria! Now!" Marcus shouted, holding his glowing mace high.

Aria slammed her crystal staff into the ground. "Absolute Zero: Glacial Prison!"

Massive blocks of ice, harder than steel, erupted from the floor around Hiroshi. They slammed together, encasing him in a tomb of blue ice ten feet thick. Aria didn’t stop there. She channeled her "Frost Empress" mana into the ice, making it vibrate at a frequency that should have shattered Hiroshi’s molecules.

"Marcus, hit him while he’s trapped!" Aria yelled, her face pale from the effort.

Marcus jumped into the air, his cape billowing behind him. He gripped his holy mace with both hands. "Divine Retribution!"

The mace grew to three times its size, glowing with the golden power of a hundred levels. He brought it down with everything he had, aiming for the center of the ice block.

The mace hit the ice.

There was a sound like a glass mountain breaking. The ice shattered into a million pieces. But Hiroshi wasn’t crushed.

He was standing there, holding Marcus’s mace.

Not with a shield, or a weapon. He had caught the head of the giant, glowing mace with one hand. The holy light from the weapon was burning his shadow skin, causing black smoke to rise, but Hiroshi didn’t seem to feel it.

The three heroes stared in horror.

"The holy weapon..." Marcus stammered, his feet dangling in the air as he held onto the handle. "It’s... it’s not doing anything."

Hiroshi looked up at Marcus. Then, he tightened his grip.

Cr-crack.

The "Will of Solas," a legendary weapon given by the Church, began to spider-web with fractures. The golden light inside it flickered like a dying candle. With a final, sickening snap, the mace shattered. Fragments of holy metal flew across the room, embedding themselves in the walls.

Marcus was thrown back by the feedback, his hands bleeding.

Kenji tried to capitalize on the moment. He appeared behind Hiroshi, his Saint sword aimed at the back of his neck. "Die!"

Hiroshi didn’t turn around. He simply leaned his head to the side. The blade missed by an inch. Before Kenji could pull back for another strike, Hiroshi’s shadow tendrils lashed out. They wrapped around the blade of the "Sword of the Saint."

The shadows hissed as they touched the holy steel. But Hiroshi was stronger. He pulled the sword toward him and gripped the blade with his bare hand.

He squeezed.

The Saint’s sword, a blade that was supposed to be unbreakable, snapped in half.

Kenji stumbled back, looking at the broken hilt in his hand. His level, which had been boosted by the weapon, began to plummet. He felt the strength draining out of his arms.

"Aria, get back!" Kenji yelled.

But Hiroshi was already looking at Aria. He raised his hand and pointed a finger at her crystal staff.

"Shadow Bolt."

A small, thin needle of darkness shot from his fingertip. It moved so fast the eye couldn’t track it. It hit the blue crystal at the top of Aria’s staff.

The staff didn’t just break. It disintegrated into blue dust.

The temperature in the room immediately began to rise as Aria’s Frost Empress power vanished. She fell to her knees, clutching her chest. Without the staff to channel the mana, the magical backlash was tearing through her internal organs.

In less than five minutes, all three holy weapons—the greatest treasures of the Kingdom—had been destroyed.

The sixteen remaining knights looked at the broken heroes. Their hope was gone. They were level 150 because of Marcus’s buff, but without the heroes leading the way, they were just targets.

Hiroshi took a step forward. The ground beneath his feet turned black.

"We can’t win," Marcus whispered, his voice trembling. He looked at his broken hands. "He’s not level 20. He’s not level 200. He’s something else entirely."

"There’s only one thing left," Kenji said. He stood up, wiping blood from his lip. He looked at Aria and Marcus. "The skill they gave us when we were summoned. The one they told us never to use unless the Kingdom was falling."

Aria looked up, her eyes wide. "The Avatar? Kenji, you know the price. It eats your life. We might not survive the first minute."

"We’re going to die anyway!" Kenji snapped, gesturing to the corpses of the knights scattered around the room. "Look at him! He hasn’t even broken a sweat. If we don’t do this, he walks out of this chamber and...the things a monster with power like that can do to the world can’t be measured."

Marcus looked at Hiroshi, then at the sixteen knights who were still standing in front of them, shields raised in a desperate wall.

"Fine," Marcus said, his voice turning hard. "If I’m going to die, I’ll die as a god."

The three heroes stood together in a triangle. They ignored Hiroshi for a moment and closed their eyes. They began to chant in a language that sounded older and ancient. It wasn’t magic; it was an invitation.

They were opening their bodies to be used as vessels for their patron gods.

A terrifying pressure began to build in the center of the triangle. The air began to hum with a high-pitched frequency that made the knights’ ears bleed.

"Sir Knights!" Kenji shouted over the roar of the wind.

The sixteen knights turned their heads.

"We need time!" Kenji yelled. "The transformation takes thirty seconds. You have to buy us those thirty seconds! Do not let him break the circle!"

The knights looked at Hiroshi. He was standing twenty feet away, watching them with those glowing purple eyes. He seemed curious, as if he wanted to see what they were doing. He started to raise his hand again.

The Knight Second-in-Command, slammed his shield against his chest. "You heard the heroes! For the Kingdom! Hold the line!"

The sixteen men moved. They didn’t run away. They ran toward Hiroshi.

They knew they were going to die. There was no doubt in their minds. But they had been told to buy thirty seconds, and they would give every drop of their blood for those seconds.

"Shield Wall!" Second-in-command roared.

They surrounded Hiroshi, overlapping their shields and bracing their bodies. They used every buff, every potion, and every ounce of willpower they had left. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Behind them, the three heroes began to change.

Kenji’s body started to glow with a blinding silver light. His skin began to crack, revealing a liquid metal underneath.

Aria’s body was being covered in frost so thick it looked like armor. Her eyes turned into pure sapphires.

Marcus was growing in size, his skin turning into solid gold, his veins pulsing with molten light.

The "Avatar" process had begun. Each minute that passed, years of their lives were being burned away as fuel for the divine power.

Hiroshi looked at the knights surrounding him. He tilted his head. He raised his shadow blade, which was now five feet long and dripping with dark energy.

"Die," the voice whispered.

He swung.

The first three knights were cut in half instantly, shields and all. But the fourth knight didn’t step back. He stepped into the gap, shoving his spear into Hiroshi’s side.

"Twenty-eight seconds!" Second-in-command screamed, even as Hiroshi’s shadow tendril pierced his stomach.

The slaughter began again, but this time, the knights weren’t fighting to win. They were fighting to be obstacles. They grabbed Hiroshi’s legs as they died. They threw their bodies under his feet. They did everything they could to slow him down by even a fraction of a second.

In the center of the room, the three heroes were no longer human. They were becoming the gods of the Kingdom.

The final countdown had started.