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

From the great crystalline throne in the heart of the divine domain, Chief God Arkenas sat in silence, his gaze fixed on the lattice of light that floated before him.

The system's threads stretched infinitely across the void, weaving together countless worlds and their candidates for ascension.

Normally, its rhythm was flawless—every calculation exact, every connection precise. Yet today, he noticed something that made his divine brows furrow.

A tremor ran through the flow.

At first, it was so minor that even lesser gods would not have perceived it, a ripple buried beneath the trillions of data streams.

But Arkenas was no lesser god. His perception pierced deeper than any other being's, and what he saw disturbed him.

A knot had formed—an error in the system's weave that he could not untangle.

He reached into the threads, divine fingers of will tugging and aligning, but no matter how he twisted the strands, the flaw remained.

Arkenas scowled, his voice rumbling through the chamber.

"…This shouldn't be possible."

The system was his greatest creation, a mechanism forged to transcend his will and continue shaping the heavens beyond his mortal oversight.

Yet here it was, disobeying his touch.

Still, he was a god who had ruled long enough to understand patience. He leaned back into the crystalline seat, fingers steepled beneath his chin.

"It is divine. It is flawless. If there is error, the system will correct itself. It always has."

He allowed himself to breathe, letting go of the irritation.

The final selection was more pressing, and that task would demand his full attention.

Out of trillions of living beings across endless realms, the system had reduced the chosen to ten representatives from each world.

It was a monumental culling, precise beyond mortal imagination, and yet even that staggering process left Arkenas with well over a thousand candidates. Sorting them would be a tiresome ordeal.

With a wave of his hand, the system responded, displaying luminous grids of names, faces, and lifelines.

Each spark represented a chosen mortal, someone who had risen above their peers in strength, fate, or sheer willpower.

"Let us begin."

His eyes narrowed as the list scrolled before him. The light of countless souls flickered past—until he reached one particular world.

Kyle's world.

The god's lips curled into a faint frown as he scanned the list. Name after name, one after another… and each face burned with familiarity. These were no random mortals.

They were the very people who had repeatedly interfered with his will and disrupted the smooth flow of his system.

Melissa.

Bruce.

Silvy.

Amana.

Damian.

And at the top of the list—Kyle Armstrong himself.

Arkenas's eyes hardened, his divine aura spiking with irritation.

"What trickery is this? Out of trillions of souls, the system dares to select them?"

He considered the possibility of error, a corruption in the data flow. No system, no matter how divine, should have chosen this outcome naturally.

His fingers tightened, summoning the authority of his godhood. With a decisive motion, he reached forward to strike their names from existence, to rewrite the records and purge the interference.

But before his power could descend, the system pulsed.

A blinding flare of light erupted across the threads, and then every screen, every lattice, every window froze.

The brilliant lattice turned crimson, flashing in rhythm, and one word carved itself across the void:

[EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN.]

Arkenas's jaw clenched.

"What is the meaning of this?" His voice reverberated with divine command, shaking the throne hall. Yet the system gave no reply.

He reached deeper, forcing his will into the lattice. The divine authority that had once created the system surged outward like a tidal wave, battering against the unyielding walls the system had erected. But every attempt slid away as if the machine itself had grown… independent.

"Do you dare defy me?"

He thundered. His hands trembled with power, ready to tear the entire mechanism apart strand by strand.

The blinking continued.

Crimson.

Crimson.

Crimson.

Each pulse grew faster, heavier, as though heralding something.

And then it came.

A single line appeared across the void, etched in fire, vast enough to fill the throne room.

[THE END IS NEAR.]

For the first time in an age, Arkenas's breath caught in his throat. The words were not his command, nor the system's usual tone.

It was something beyond—an intrusion written with authority equal, perhaps greater, than his own.

Silence consumed the chamber as the god stared at the declaration. His fingers hovered mid-air, frozen between rage and uncertainty.

Slowly, his divine eyes narrowed.

"The end… whose end?"

But the system did not answer. It only pulsed faster, the crimson light filling every corner of his realm until it felt as though the very foundation of divinity trembled beneath him.

For the first time since his ascension, Chief God Arkenas felt the faintest shadow of doubt gnawing at his heart.

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Chief God Arkenas's fury shook the crystalline hall.

The crimson pulse of the system continued, flashing like a heart out of rhythm, mocking him with its stubborn defiance. He would not allow this creation, his greatest triumph, to dictate terms to him.

"No system—divine or not—moves without my will."

His voice cut like a blade. He extended his hand, summoning the one being who had always acted as his failsafe. "Lucia, come forth. Reboot the lattice. Restore order."

But silence answered him.

Arkenas's eyes narrowed. He reached deeper, stretching his perception across divine layers, searching for the faint thread of her existence.

There was always a pull, a whisper of her presence—obedient, constant. Yet now, nothing. The void returned only emptiness, as though she had never existed.

His jaw clenched.

"Impossible."

The crystalline throne cracked beneath the force of his divine aura. To be denied once by the system was tolerable.

To be denied by both the system and his failsafe was intolerable. His irritation soured into a cold, simmering rage.

"If Lucia will not answer, then I will carve open the truth myself."

He rose, towering in divine light, his gaze locked on the pulsing lattice.

"No barrier, no trick will keep me from unraveling this anomaly."

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Far from the god's throne, in a hidden fold of divine space, Lucia staggered forward. Her once radiant form flickered, her strength nearly spent.

Every breath felt as though it shattered something inside her, yet she pressed on.

The command of the Chief God clawed at her, demanding obedience, but she had severed herself from it. She had used the last of her essence to block his call, to blind his sight.

She could not allow him to interfere—not this time.

Her steps carried her toward the shimmering rift, the entry point where Kyle would soon emerge. Her voice was a whisper, yet filled with certainty.

"This time… I won't fail. I'll bring him across."

Though her body threatened collapse, her determination burned brighter.

For the first time, she defied Arkenas's will, pouring the last dregs of her power not into serving the Chief God, but into preparing the path for Kyle Armstrong.

Lucia's trembling hands reached toward the forming gateway, strands of divine energy bending under her will. Her vision blurred, but her resolve remained unbroken.

"Even if it costs me everything… he must reach here."

She whispered. Behind her, the system pulsed violently, masking her defiance from Arkenas's prying gaze.