Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 147: Ch : He’s becoming too Dangerous - Part 1

Kyle moved swiftly through the uneven terrain, following the faint pulse of Queen’s mana signature.

The hawk was perched high above, blending into the morning sky as it silently watched over the bandit group from a distance.

Thanks to Queen’s sharp senses, Kyle already knew the situation: about two dozen armed men, brutish and confident, were marching toward the village, aiming to seize the newly gathered food supplies.

Back at the village, the atmosphere was thick with tension.

The village chief, wringing his hands, had immediately asked Kyle if they should prepare a sacrifice to appease the attackers — a tradition born from generations of helplessness.

The very idea had made Kyle’s eyes narrow with disgust. He refused to let these people continue living in fear.

"Wait. I’ll deal with this myself."

Kyle had told them firmly.

The leader of the immigrant villagers, a broad-shouldered man named Haron, had stepped forward, offering to gather a force to back Kyle up.

But Kyle had refused, shaking his head.

"This is something I can handle alone. You’ll see why cowards like these are no threat to us."

He said.

Now, as he crested a low hill and approached the hiding spot where some of the new settlers were gathered, Kyle saw the hope shining in their eyes.

They were scared, yes, but they were willing — eager, even — to defend their new home if needed.

A few of them immediately whispered offers to lay down their lives for him.

Kyle raised a hand and gave them a calm, confident smile.

"You don’t need to risk your lives today. What you need to do... is watch and learn."

He said.

The villagers exchanged looks of confusion, but a spark of excitement flickered among them. They settled down, eager to see what the young lord had planned.

Kyle continued forward, alone, without hesitation.

Across the rocky clearing, the bandit group began to emerge from behind their boulders and scrubby trees.

Their leader, a stocky man with a scar running down his cheek, let out a loud, derisive laugh when he saw Kyle approaching.

"What’s this? They’re sending out their little lord to beg for mercy?"

The bandit leader called out, prompting a round of mocking laughter from his men.

Kyle said nothing.

His expression was cold and indifferent as he strode closer, his cloak billowing slightly with the breeze.

"Tell you what, boy. Hand over all your food and goods now, and maybe we’ll let you and your villagers live as our servants. If you’re lucky."

The leader sneered.

The men jeered behind him, brandishing their swords and axes.

Most were thick with muscle and carried the easy arrogance of those who had faced no real resistance in the past.

Kyle stopped about ten feet away from them, folding his arms.

"You’re all mistaken. I’m not here to negotiate."

He said, his voice steady, almost bored.

There was a brief silence as the bandits processed his words. Then the leader grinned even wider and lifted his sword.

"You’ve got guts, kid. Shame it’ll get you killed."

He motioned for a few of his men to move forward.

Kyle exhaled slowly and allowed a little of his mana to leak out.

The ground trembled faintly, the air around him growing heavier with invisible pressure.

Instantly, several of the bandits flinched, their instincts warning them that something was wrong.

Kyle’s mana spiked sharply, and without another word, he moved.

One instant he was standing still — the next, he was a blur.

The first bandit barely had time to raise his weapon before Kyle’s fist, enhanced with dense mana, slammed into his gut.

The man crumpled with a wheeze, unconscious before he hit the ground.

Kyle didn’t stop. He flowed between the bandits like water, his movements precise and brutal.

A kick to the knee shattered a second bandit’s stance, and a swift strike to the neck sent him sprawling.

By the time the bandits realized what was happening, five of their men were already down.

The leader roared in rage and charged himself, swinging his heavy sword with wild strength.

Kyle dodged with ease, slipping past the clumsy blow and counterattacking with a sharp elbow strike to the bandit’s ribs. Bone cracked audibly.

The fight quickly turned into a massacre.

The bandits, used to preying on helpless villagers, had no idea how to deal with a true fighter — much less one like Kyle, whose mana control and physical prowess made him a monster in human skin.

Up on the hill, the villagers watching were stunned into silence. Their young master was... overwhelming.

Untouchable.

Even Queen, still perched overhead, watched with a sharp gleam in its predatory eyes, pride radiating through the mana bond.

In just a few minutes, the entire bandit group was lying on the ground, groaning or unconscious. Kyle stood calmly in the center of the fallen bodies, as if he had just taken a casual stroll.

He turned back toward the villagers, his expression relaxed.

"This is what strength looks like."

Kyle said, gesturing toward the defeated enemies.

The villagers erupted into cheers, their earlier fears forgotten, replaced by something fierce and new: hope.

Hope that under Kyle’s leadership, their future would no longer be filled with fear — but with strength, pride, and survival.

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The news of Kyle’s overwhelming victory against the bandits spread through the village like wildfire.

Every man, woman, and child spoke of how their young lord had faced down an entire group of armed criminals alone and emerged victorious without a single scratch.

The awe and admiration in their voices were genuine, and it fueled a surge of energy throughout the village.

People began to work harder and faster, eager to build a future worthy of the leader who had risked everything for them.

Whether it was laying down foundations for new homes, clearing new fields for crops, or reinforcing the village defenses, every villager did their part with renewed vigor.

Even the immigrants, once wary and unsure, now followed Kyle with steadfast loyalty.

Queen, still recovering but regaining its strength each day, often perched atop the village’s highest point, overlooking the busy workers.

It watched silently, its keen eyes missing nothing, and sent small pulses of approval through the mana bond it shared with Kyle.

In the blink of an eye, a week had passed.

And just when the food stores began to strain under the growing numbers, the supplies from Margrave Ricca and Duke Armstrong arrived, carried by sturdy wagons and guarded by soldiers bearing their respective banners.

They had sent everything Kyle had requested—and more.

Grains, preserved meats, seeds for future planting, sturdy tools, and even extra weapons for the fledgling security forces.

The timing was perfect.

The new construction around the village had just been completed, and the expanded fields were ready for planting.

Kyle personally oversaw the distribution of the goods.

He made sure every family, old and new, received their share, and that nothing was hoarded or wasted.

He called the two chieftains to his side and, after a short but firm conversation, appointed them to jointly oversee the harmony of the village.

Their duty was clear: settle disputes fairly, ensure the fields were worked diligently, and maintain a strong defense.

As he watched the villagers celebrate and work with hope burning in their hearts, Kyle finally allowed himself a small smile.

His first village—his first foothold in the turbulent world to come—was finally taking shape.

But Kyle knew this was just the beginning.

Now that the foundation had been laid, it was time for him to gather even more strength. More allies. More warriors. And more pieces to play the grand game that lay ahead.