REINCARNATION OF THE STRONGEST WAR HERO-Chapter 329: Who To Save First

The moment Logan heard the voice, panic exploded inside his mind. Without hesitation, he rushed toward the source.

A short man wielding a crimson sword and a human girl with pointed ears, her hands engulfed in flames, stepped forward to block his path.

But Logan did not slow down.

Multiple arcs of razor-sharp air burst from his blade as he swung his left hand, tearing through them instantly. Their bodies were sliced apart, dissolving into nothingness before they could even react.

Logan surged forward toward the voice. More figures tried to stop him.

Ten.

A hundred.

A thousand.

Yet all of them met the same fate — erased like darkness vanishing the moment it faced the sun.

Soon, Logan could see clearly from afar. A face through the gaps of the enemies. A face he had wished not to see here.

His eyes widened. "Mother...? Why are you here?" Logan shouted, his voice trembling.

The voice he had heard earlier belonged to none other than his mother — Alice.

She looked up at him with tearful eyes, as if she were on the verge of collapsing. "Logan? Where am I? And... Why are you here too?" she asked weakly. "I was with your father... and then suddenly... I.... I appeared here."

Logan had completely forgotten that he was inside his own subconscious. Or rather, something within the void had made him forget.

Everything felt real. Too real.

Logan swung his sword.

A wide arc of ice shot from the blade, instantly cleaving two monsters and a beast that were attempting to subdue her. Their bodies split apart and faded into the air as though they were rotting away.

He quickly reached where Alice was and crouched down. "Don’t worry, Mother," he said firmly. "I’ll get you out of here safely."

Alice looked at him, her heart filled with emotion. She nodded.

Logan stood up again and then closed his eyes. For a brief moment, everything fell silent except for the rustle of sand and debris as enemies continued storming toward him...

Then, he opened them again... something had changed.

Earlier, doubt had filled those eyes. He did not know whether he would pass this trial or not. He did not even know if he truly wanted to pass it. He questioned the purpose of the trial. He questioned the identity of the dragon... and why it seemed to know him.

But now...

None of that mattered. At this moment, only one thing existed in Logan’s mind. Alice was here. And she needed protection.

A colossal hammer came crashing down toward Logan.

He thrust the tip of his sword forward.

Steel met steel.

For a heartbeat, the world seemed to freeze.

Then...

The hammer was blasted backward as if it had suddenly become weightless in a raging cyclone, the metallic giant gripping it dragged helplessly along with it.

Logan didn’t even bother turning around. His sword flashed as he swung it in a wide arc behind him. A massive crescent of blazing fire erupted from the blade, sweeping through the enemies rushing toward him.

Boom!

More than twenty figures were crushed and incinerated in an instant, their bodies disintegrating into drifting fragments before fading into the void.

The battle resumed.

This time, fiercer.

The exhaustion that had once clouded Logan’s eyes was gone. Only cold resolve remained.

Gravity magic spread outward like an invisible tide, crashing down upon everything within reach. The pressure warped the ground beneath their feet, dragging enemies down and slowing their movements.

And within that crushing field...

Logan’s merciless massacre roared through the void. His blade flashed again and again.

Bodies fell like broken puppets.

Yet before he could completely lose himself in the rhythm of slaughter, more voices suddenly echoed from different directions.

"Someone help!"

"Who are you?! Stay away from me!"

"Where am I? Daliah! Are you alright?!"

Logan’s heart slammed violently against his chest. His breathing hitched. His hands began moving faster, cutting down everything in front of him without pause.

But it wasn’t enough.

His legs had already begun moving on their own. They no longer listened to reason. They surged forward desperately, as if driven by instinct alone, trying to reach something.

Trying to stop something.

Something his heart feared was about to happen.

He hurled the sword in his right hand toward one direction.

The blade spun like a storm unleashed, whistling through the void as it carved a ruthless path forward. Enemies were split apart one after another, their bodies severed cleanly before fading into fragments of dust.

Without slowing down,

Logan raised both palms and pointed them toward two other directions.

From his left hand...

Blazing fireballs erupted in rapid succession.

They streaked through the battlefield like miniature suns, exploding among the charging enemies and reducing them to burning silhouettes before turning them into drifting ash.

From his right...

Lightning roared.

The sky above the void was instantly torn apart by wild, jagged streaks of lightning, crisscrossing the darkness like furious serpents of light.

They crashed downward with deafening fury.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each bolt that struck the ground detonated with terrifying force. Any enemy caught within its path was instantly charred black, their bodies turning into lifeless charcoal before crumbling apart.

Now Logan could finally see whose voices they were.

On one side stood his father, Rudeous. A massive beast had its clawed hand wrapped tightly around his neck, lifting him slightly off the ground as he struggled for breath.

On another side, Lilith was locked in a desperate fight, kicking furiously at a grotesque-looking monster that lunged toward her again and again.

And farther away....

Rowan and Daliah.

Rowan stood in front of her, desperately blocking the claws of a towering creature that was trying to tear its way toward Daliah behind him.

For a moment, Logan froze.

He was alone in an endless ocean of enemies.

And scattered across that battlefield were the people he cared about the most, people he would die for without even a second thought.

But now...

A cruel question rose in his mind.

Who should he save first? And who... could he afford to save later?