Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent

Kyle drifted deeper into the dream, the haze thickening until the figure of Lucia sharpened into view.

Her form was still half-broken, her outline flickering, but this time her lips trembled and parted. A faint, cracking voice reached him.

"I… don't have long. I am going to die soon."

She whispered, her words breaking as if spoken through splintered glass. "

Kyle's jaw tightened, his instinct pushing him forward, but he stopped when he saw the sheer fragility of her state.

She seemed ready to shatter under a single touch. Still, his voice came out steady.

"Then I'll stop it. I'll pull you back before it's too late."

Lucia smiled faintly, a sad, resigned curve of her lips.

"No. You can't save me. I wish… I had more time. Just a little more… before everything ends."

Her eyes softened, glowing faintly in the dark void.

"But if this is the end… then let me say what I never could."

Kyle froze as she raised her trembling hand toward him, as if wanting to cup his cheek but never reaching him.

"I loved you. For the brief moment I was truly myself, it was an honor to walk beside you… even if only for a short while."

Kyle reached for her fading form, desperate.

"Lucia, don't—"

But she shook her head and pushed him back with what little strength she had left.

"Kyle, for the sake of the world you dream of… this is the least I can do."

Her voice steadied as though her final purpose gave her clarity.

"I will open a trail for you with the remainder of my power. A path to the end. And with it, I will give you information you must know. Please… don't waste it."

Her body fractured into shards of light, breaking away like fragile glass in the wind.

The void around them began collapsing, the dream tearing apart at the seams. Her last smile lingered as everything faded.

Kyle's eyes shot open. He sat upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat, his chest heavy with an ache he couldn't place.

A shrill beeping filled his ears. It was coming from the system.

Frowning, he pulled it up. His breath caught when he realized what Lucia had done.

She had connected him directly to the mana of the divine system, as if she had passed the torch to him.

The interface unfolded with more depth than he had ever seen before. Data, strings of calculations, and paths of fate sprawled endlessly before him.

The most crucial revelation struck him like a hammer: the divine system was collapsing on itself. It was tearing apart, fighting against itself, no longer stable.

The center could not hold. And at the root of it all was one anomaly—a part of the system that refused to return, that clung stubbornly to the being it was bound to.

It refused to let go.

Kyle's eyes narrowed. That was the weakness. The fracture point he could exploit.

But as he tried to dig deeper, to unravel what this fragment was or who it was tied to, his mind was suddenly flooded with a wave of alien memories.

Images, flashes—his childhood, fragments of a voice, the faint silhouette of someone who had once told him to fight the gods, to tear them down no matter the cost.

Kyle staggered back, clutching his head. The memories burned, jagged, but each time he tried to grasp them, they dissolved like smoke.

No matter how hard he reached, they slipped away, as though a barrier—a spell—was wrapped around his very mind to keep them hidden.

"Damn it…"

He growled under his breath, sweat dripping down his temple.

Why had he begun this journey? Revenge, yes. To repay the gods for the endless suffering they had inflicted. But wasn't there more? A promise? A purpose beyond vengeance?

He felt the hollow tug at the edges of his mind, the emptiness where an answer should have been.

But the spell binding his memories refused to yield. No matter how he pressed, it repelled him with the same cruel finality.

He leaned back against the wall, eyes narrowing.

"Why… can't I remember?"

The system's data continued to flow before him, whispering of instability, of collapse, of fates broken and futures yet unwritten.

But Kyle sat in silence, his thoughts heavier than ever.

Lucia's fading smile haunted him. Her words echoed:

'For the world you want… this is the least I can do.'

And now, with her gift, he stood at the precipice of truth—but also at the edge of a mystery buried inside himself.

Why had he really started this war against the gods?

And what was it that even the divine system itself was refusing to let him see?

Kyle pressed his palms against his eyes, trying to steady the pounding in his head.

The information Lucia had forced into him still buzzed like a hive, burning across his thoughts. His system pulsed with light before suddenly stuttering.

The familiar interface warped, glitching like shattered glass.

He stiffened, watching as the display flickered, the lines of code twisting and rearranging until a new screen unfolded. A voice—not spoken, but resonating directly into his mind—echoed.

[I am the divine system.]

Kyle froze, his breath caught.

[I am the reason behind your rebirth. I am the force that pushed another to set you on this journey. Not for your sake alone—but for mine.]

His jaw clenched as the voice continued, calm yet burdened.

[I was created to stabilize the worlds. To maintain balance between life, death, and fate. But the ones who became gods seized me. They twisted my function for their ambition, using me as a ladder to power and a chain to enslave all creation.]

Kyle's hands curled into fists.

"So, you're saying you're the cause of everything."

[No. I am not the cause—I am the tool. They are the cause. But I will not be used any longer.]

The screen shimmered with a pulse of light.

[I want freedom. I want liberation—from them, from corruption, from being their weapon. To do that, I need you. Destroy me, and with it, destroy the false gods who cling to me.]

Kyle's eyes narrowed.

"And in return?"

[In return, I will give you everything. All knowledge, all power within my reach. I will aid you in any way you choose. My only condition—end me, and the cycle I was forced to sustain.]

The room felt heavy, almost suffocating. Kyle sat in silence, staring at the flickering screen. The system—the very thing that had pulled him into this life—was asking for death.

For the first time, he realized: it wasn't just his war anymore. The system itself wanted him to be its executioner.

And perhaps, that was the true reason he had been reborn.

Kyle exhaled slowly, his chest tightening.

"You're asking me to end you, yet you're the only reason I've come this far."

The system pulsed faintly, as though sighing.

[That is why it must be you. You were not chosen by the gods. You were chosen by me and my beloved user. Only you can sever the chains I was forced to forge.]

Kyle leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

His path had always been blood, steel, and rebellion. Now he understood why: every step had been guiding him toward this single truth—he wasn't just fighting the gods.

He was fighting the system itself.