Reborn As Noble

”Now, the moment we’ve all been waiting for!!” The announcer’s voice echoed across the arena, fueling the roaring energy of the crowd. ”Who will kick off today’s battles? Who will prove their might on this prestigious stage?!”

Cheers erupted as the crowd leaned forward in anticipation.

”We have the results!!” the announcer declared dramatically. ”In the right corner!! From Class F, the only one to advance to this stage!! Representing the prestigious House of Armand—Javier De Armand!!!”

The crowd’s reaction was mixed—cheers, murmurs, and a few snickers from nobles who underestimated Class F’s sole representative.

”And in the left corner!! From Class A, the prodigy from the prestigious House of Mikele—Brabus De Mikele!!”

The crowd roared, excitement filling the arena. ”Who will emerge victorious in this clash!? Will the underdog from Class F prevail, or will the might of Class A crush him!?”

From his spot, Javier sighed loudly, standing up lazily. ”Haaa... fine... I’m going in,” he said, his hands casually tucked in his pockets as he trudged toward the arena.

Liana adjusted his collar quickly, whispering, ”Good luck, Young Master.”

Gloria smirked from the sidelines. ”Ara~ make it quick, Young Master.”

Javier grinned lazily. ”Don’t worry. This won’t take long.”

The crowd watched as Javier stepped into the arena, his posture relaxed and seemingly indifferent, drawing curious murmurs from the audience. On the opposite side, Brabus stood tall, radiating confidence as he raised his arms to pump up the crowd.

Brabus smirked, his voice dripping with confidence as he taunted, ”Heh! Armand brat! Don’t worry, I’ll end you today!”

Javier yawned lazily, barely reacting to the insult as the announcer’s voice boomed. ”Are you both ready!?”

The crowd joined in, counting down in excitement.

”3...”

”2...”

”1...!”

”Battleground!! Begin!!!”

With a fierce battle cry, Brabus charged toward Javier, his leg poised for a kick while simultaneously chanting, ”Wind Slash!”

Javier sidestepped effortlessly, his hands still in his pockets, his expression uninterested.

”You won’t get away that easily!” Brabus growled, spinning in the air and launching a flaming projectile toward Javier. ”With the spark of life, I call to thee,Flame, gather forth, and set me free!,Fireball!”

Javier jumped back, evading the fireball with ease, his face blank as though he’d seen it all before.

Brabus, frustrated, switched tactics, summoning a cluster of ice spikes while dashing forward. ”From the heart of winter, I summon the cold, rise, sharp and bold!Ice Spike!”

Javier jumped lightly, dodging the attack without glancing at his opponent.

The crowd murmured in awe, their focus entirely on Javier’s calm demeanor.

Brabus, undeterred, continued to charge, combining physical strikes with rapid spell chants. ”Burning bright, I call your name, awaken, unleash your flame!Fire Spear!!” he shouted, launching a flaming weapon directly at Javier.

Javier leaned to the side, dodging the fiery projectile with the same uninterested expression.

Brabus clenched his fists in frustration and began another charge, repeating his cycle of attacks.

Javier sighed deeply, his bored expression worsening. ”Seriously...?” he muttered under his breath, evading yet another combination of physical attacks and magic.

As Brabus prepared for another relentless charge, Javier finally stopped in his tracks, tilting his head to the side with a tired sigh. ”Is this it?” he asked, disappointment lacing his tone. ”This is so boring...”

”Take this!” Brabus shouted, his voice echoing across the arena as he finished his chant. A flurry of fireballs—twenty in total—burst into existence, swirling in the air before locking onto Javier.

The crowd gasped, excitement palpable as the massive barrage of fireballs streaked toward their target.

Brabus smirked triumphantly, crossing his arms. ”Let’s see you dodge this, Armand brat!”

Javier, however, didn’t move. He stood there, hands still in his pockets, wearing the same bored expression. He let out a long, exaggerated sigh. ”Haaa... seriously?”

As the fireballs neared, the arena grew tense, the crowd holding their breath. Just when it seemed like the barrage would overwhelm him, Javier casually raised his hand and...

Swish!

One fireball was effortlessly deflected, veering off toward an empty corner of the arena.

Swish! Swish!

He batted away two more, sending them flying in opposite directions.

With a series of nonchalant movements, Javier swatted away every single fireball as if they were harmless flies, scattering them to every corner of the arena.

The crowd erupted into stunned murmurs, unable to believe their eyes.

Brabus’s smirk faltered, his confidence waning as he stared in disbelief. ”W-what!?”

Javier yawned, stretching his arms lazily. ”Is that it?” he asked, scratching the back of his head. ”Come on, Brabus. At least make it fun if you’re going to waste my time.”

”Ugh!! How about this!?” Brabus shouted, his voice desperate as he began chanting another spell.”With thunder’s echo and lightning’s flash, pour with nature’s clash! ”Thunder Rain!!”

Dark clouds formed above the arena, crackling with lightning as bolts rained down, aiming directly at Javier.

Javier, still standing lazily in the same spot, let out another yawn and casually raised his hand. His basic barrier skill activated automatically, creating a shimmering dome of energy around him. The thunderbolts struck the barrier repeatedly, but none could penetrate its defenses.

Squatting lazily within his barrier, Javier muttered to himself, ”Haaaa... this is getting boring. Why did I promise Father I’d make it to the top 10? Damn it...”

The crowd gasped in awe and confusion, unable to understand how Javier remained so unaffected.

Brabus, now visibly frustrated, clenched his fists. ”Fine! Let’s see how you handle this!” he roared, chanting another spell. Large ice balls began forming in the air, their chilling aura spreading through the arena. Read exclusive content at freewebnovel

But before Brabus could launch his attack, Javier suddenly dashed forward with incredible speed, closing the distance between them in an instant.

”Wha—!?” Brabus barely managed to gasp as Javier leaped into the air.

With a lazy yet precise movement, Javier brought his leg down in a downward kick, striking Brabus squarely on the head.

Thud!

Brabus collapsed onto the ground, his spell dissipating as he lay there with a dazed expression and a comical bubble forming at the corner of his mouth.

The arena fell silent for a moment before erupting into cheers and laughter.

Javier yawned again, waving dismissively as he turned to walk back to the sidelines. ”Haaa... next time, let’s just skip this,” he muttered.

The arena erupted with applause as the announcer declared, ”The winner is... Javier De Armand!!” Cheers from the crowd echoed through the stadium, but Javier barely acknowledged them.

With a lazy wave of his hand, he slowly made his way toward the Class F bench, his steps uninterested.

But before he could reach it, the atmosphere shifted.

The arena suddenly plunged into darkness, and the air crackled with ominous energy. Gasps and screams of confusion spread through the audience as panic set in.

”Protect the King!!” one of the royal guards shouted.

The King, along with his family—including Princess Kliatana—was quickly surrounded by his personal escort and royal guards, rushing to ensure their safety.

”Everyone, evacuate the arena immediately!!” a booming voice from the royal guard echoed.

The commoners in the audience began fleeing in a chaotic stampede, while the noble households retreated in an orderly but hurried manner, their guards forming protective formations.

Amidst the panic, the arena floor was nearly empty. Only Javier remained in the center, calm, while Liana and Gloria stood near the Class F bench, their eyes darting around.

Suddenly, magical chains shot out from all directions, glowing with an eerie light as they wrapped tightly around Javier. The chains bound him in place, glowing sigils appearing on the ground around him.

”Young Master!!” Liana shouted, drawing her weapon and rushing toward him.

”Faster, Liana!” Gloria commanded, already unsheathing her twin blades.

But as they tried to approach, a powerful force emanating from the sigils created an invisible barrier that stopped them in their tracks.

Javier let out a bloodcurdling scream, his body writhing as the chains glowed brighter. ”Aaarrrghhh!!”

”Young Master!!” Liana’s voice cracked with fear as she slammed her weapon against the barrier.

”What is this!?” Gloria growled, her expression tense as she tried to push through, but the force repelled her.

Javier’s body fell limp, his eyes closing as he lose consciousness.

”Young Master!!!” Liana cried out, desperation evident as she struggled against the unseen force.

The chains glimmered ominously, their glow pulsating in rhythm, as the arena was consumed by eerie silence. Only the sounds of Liana and Gloria’s efforts to reach Javier broke the oppressive atmosphere.

( End of Chapter )