Summoned As A Mere Nobody-Yet Possesses An SSS-Rank Ability

"Thank you all for coming. It's really appreciated," the emissary announced, his voice echoing across the arena. "The semi-final is over, and so is the final match between the participants. You all will return tomorrow — ready for the ultimate battle: Nolan versus Kyrion. The winner of that match will face the reigning champion of the Empire, Luthar, in the grand finale!"

The crowd erupted into cheers. The stands trembled with excitement as everyone rose to their feet. The other participants, already disqualified, began to leave the arena quietly, their expressions a mix of disappointment and respect.

One by one, they exited through the stone archway and headed to the royal yard — the grand mansion where all participants were allowed to stay until the end of the tournament, even if they had already lost. A line of carriages waited for them outside.

As the night deepened, the moonlight reflected off the marble paths as the carriages rolled through the silent city, returning to the royal quarters. Inside the mansion, servants moved quietly, bringing food and drink. The remaining fighters ate in silence, tension still thick in the air. Eventually, one by one, they drifted into sleep.

But at midnight, a faint sound broke the silence.

Kyrion's eyes opened.

He rose from his bed without a word. Two figures followed — Sela and Cora, their presence shadowy and calm. The three slipped through the corridor, their footsteps silent against the polished floor.

Outside, several royal knights stood guard. Their armor gleamed faintly in the moonlight.

Kyrion stepped forward. A dark aura pulsed from his hand. The air grew cold. Before the knights could react, he whispered —

"Life Consume."

A flicker of light — and then silence. The knight's body froze as his soul was devoured, his form collapsing lifelessly.

Cora and Sela moved in sync, their own hands glowing with the same dreadful energy. One by one, the guards fell — ten in total — their souls swallowed into the darkness.

When the last knight hit the ground, Kyrion turned, his expression calm and unreadable.

"Let's go," he said quietly.

They returned to their chambers, the moon still high above the silent royal yard — as if nothing had ever happened

The following day, dawn broke over the royal city. One by one, the participants — both those still in the tournament and those who had been disqualified — awoke in the royal mansion. The air felt heavy with anticipation.

Among the remaining fighters were Nolan Thorne, Kyrion, and Mendo. They washed, dressed, and gathered in silence before stepping outside, where a line of carriages waited to take them to the grand arena once again.

The streets were already filled with people. Citizens shouted the names of their favorite warriors as the carriages rolled by. The sound of drums echoed through the capital — today was the day the tournament would end.

When they arrived at the arena, Nolan and Kyrion were told to wait backstage, though they were kept apart in different underground tunnels that led toward the fighting grounds. They couldn't see each other, but they could both feel the pressure — the weight of the final battle drawing near.

In Nolan's tunnel, Celia and Linda descended the steps to meet him.

"Are you okay?" Celia asked softly.

Nolan gave a small nod, his eyes calm but focused. "Yeah. I'll be fine. Finally… I can use my sword the way I truly want to. I've been holding back this whole time." He smiled faintly. "But not today. Today, I'll end this quickly."

Linda smiled. "Then we'll be watching, Master. Don't hold back."

They both turned and waved as they left, their footsteps fading up the stone stairs.

Nolan exhaled slowly, a visible pulse of energy escaping him — the air trembled from the force. The sound of the roaring crowd reached him even from beneath the arena.

"This isn't even a fair fight," he muttered to himself. "They call me a monster… a god. But I still feel human. The only difference is — I know what kind of power I carry." He smirked. "Time to have some fun."

Up above, the arena was already full. The emissary raised his voice.

"Are you all ready?!"

The crowd exploded.

"YES!"

Then the king of the Empire rose from his seat. The emissary turned toward him and bowed. "The King has something to say!"

He handed over the amplifier device, and the King's voice boomed across the coliseum.

"You all, thank you for coming!" the King declared. "Today marks the final day of this great tournament! Not only will we witness the decisive match between Nolan Thorne and Kyrion, but after that — our reigning champion, Luthar, will return to the stage! You have not seen him for some time, but today… he will make his grand entrance!"

The crowd erupted, chanting Luthar name as the king smiled and raised his hand.

Next, the King of Sindra Village, Alvoryn, took the device. "It is an honor to be here in your great city," he said warmly. "The battles have been incredible so far. Thank you for inviting me."

He handed it next to Alaric, who spoke firmly. "I can't wait to see the outcome of this match. To see who stands victorious — I'm excited."

Finally, Dalvin, the Hero of the Empire, took the amplifier. "Thank you, everyone. Thank you. Let's just watch… and see how this ends."

The crowd roared again, their cheers shaking the arena walls.

The emissary stepped forward, holding the device once more.

"Now," he shouted, voice filled with anticipation, "the time has come!"

He raised his hand toward the tunnel.

"Nolan Thorne! Step into the arena!"

The crowd erupted in cheers. People were screaming, waving flags, and shouting names. Today was the final day—the day everything would be decided.

The stands vibrated with excitement. Some fans held up boards painted with Nolan's name, while others waved signs for Kyrion. Chants rose and overlapped, filling the arena with pure chaos and anticipation.

Then—

Nolan Thorne stepped into the arena.

The roar of the audience hit him like a wave. His name echoed from every direction.

"Nolan! Nolan! Nolan!"

He smiled faintly, feeling something deep in his chest.

Wow… this feeling. I feel so excited. Who could've thought…?

He looked up at the thousands of faces screaming his name and felt his heart tighten.

In my previous world, I was nobody. The last person anyone would cheer for. No one ever wanted to see me. No one ever smiled when I walked by.

He clenched his fist around his sword.

But here… people are happy to see me. Even if it's for a fight, they're shouting for me.

He raised his sword, letting the sunlight flash across the blade. The crowd went wild again.

I've become someone in this world, he thought, determination burning in his eyes. And for that, I'll end this fight quickly. I'll give them a show worth watching. And then… I'll win. I'll defeat Kyrion. And after that—Luthar.

He exhaled slowly. Damn… I'm ready.

The crowd began to chant louder, his name rolling like thunder through the coliseum.

Then the emissary raised his hand.

"And now—the second challenger!"

A heavy metal gate began to rise with a deep clang… clang… clang…

From the shadowed tunnel, Kyrion stepped into the light.

The moment he appeared, the crowd screamed his name too—

"Kyrion! Kyrion! Kyrion!"

He walked forward with a calm smile on his face. His eyes were cold, sharp, and filled with a quiet confidence.

He didn't need the crowd's energy. His power alone was enough to make the air around him feel heavier. The very ground seemed to react to his presence.

Heh, Kyrion thought, I've taken enough lives. Even last night… the souls I consumed are still burning inside me.

A faint shimmer of red aura flickered around him as he stopped in the center of the arena.

Even if Nolan slices off my hand… or drives his sword through my skull… I won't die.

He tilted his head, smiling faintly.

Because death… doesn't work on me anymore.

The crowd didn't understand what kind of monster stood before them. But Nolan could feel it — an overwhelming, chilling aura radiating from Kyrion's body.

The arena fell silent for a heartbeat.

Then—

The Final Battle was about to begin.

The two warriors locked eyes across the arena. The tension between them crackled like static.

Neither Nolan nor Kyrion planned to hold back.

In an instant, Kyrion vanished—disappearing from sight. The crowd gasped, unable to follow his movement.

But Nolan's eyes narrowed.

A sharp whoosh! cut through the air as Kyrion appeared behind him, sword slashing toward his neck.

Nolan twisted his body just in time, dodging the strike with a sharp pivot. His leg shot upward—

Boom!—landing a solid kick under Kyrion's jaw.

Kyrion's body lifted from the ground, his head snapping back as he spun midair before crashing down hard.

The impact cracked the arena floor. His jaw hung broken for a brief moment—then, before the audience's eyes, it reformed. Bone, muscle, and skin knit back together in seconds.

Kyrion wiped his mouth and smirked.

He's fast. I could see that move… barely. But next time—he won't.