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

Lucia's body was failing her. Each step toward the glowing gateway felt like her limbs were made of glass, splintering with every motion.

Her once radiant form, woven of divine essence, cracked and shimmered faintly, as if even the light that defined her existence no longer wished to cling to her.

Still, she pressed forward, her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and relief.

"This… this is all I can do."

She whispered, her voice barely audible over the pulsing roar of the collapsing system around her.

The system's interface flickered beside her, lines of code and streams of divine energy bending to her will.

She knew it should have resisted, that the Chief God's commands would normally overwrite her interference, yet it allowed her through.

The truth settled in her fading heart: the system had chosen to trust her, to give her this final chance.

"System, thank you… for lending me this moment. For letting me stand in his path one last time."

She said, kneeling as her legs finally gave out.

Her hands trembled as she reached for the glowing core.

"Please… protect him when I am gone. Do not let yourself be twisted into chains again."

Her body disintegrated further, pieces of her breaking away like dust scattering on a breeze.

She smiled faintly, recalling Kyle's calm eyes, his unshakable presence, the way he had always carried burdens no one else could bear.

"Kyle… I leave the rest to you."

And with those words, Lucia vanished, her final fragments scattering like starlight into the void.

The system pulsed in silence.

For a long moment, no function executed, no directive processed. Instead, the vast mechanism of the divine construct mourned. In its endless existence of cold logic, it had never known loss—not until Lucia.

Her final words echoed through its circuits, imprinting themselves as something beyond code: a wish, a trust, a farewell.

Finally, the system stirred. Using the remnant energy she had left behind, it wove a gate of blinding brilliance.

Threads of power curled outward, knitting themselves into an archway of light and law.

"Opening passage… final directive initiated."

It announced in a steady tone, though somewhere deep within, the ache of absence lingered.

Meanwhile, Kyle and his companions stood waiting in tense silence.

The appointed place was barren, a stretch of stone ground under an endless night sky.

They had been waiting for hours, the anticipation clawing at their nerves. Melissa's hands clenched at her sides, her sharp eyes flickering between the others.

"Are we sure this isn't a trick?"

Damian finally muttered, unable to hide the impatience in his tone. His sword tapped against the ground, his restless energy leaking through every movement.

"We've been standing here like fools."

"Patience. The system doesn't make promises lightly. If it told us the portal would open, it will."

Kyle replied firmly, his voice calm as ever. His hands rested behind his back, his gaze fixed on the space ahead.

Silvy frowned, her voice low.

"But what if the Chief God blocked it? What if this was just a way to keep us still while he prepared something worse?"

Amana, who had remained quiet all this time, finally spoke.

"Even if that were true, does it change anything? Our only path is forward. Either the portal opens, or we carve one with our lives."

Her words were steady, though her hands tightened against the folds of her robe.

Melissa glanced at Kyle, biting her lip.

"Young master… if this is a scam, then…"

Kyle raised a hand before she could finish.

"Then we fight. Together. The enemy will not find us unprepared."

Bruce chuckled, his large frame shifting as he rolled his shoulders.

"That's good enough for me."

The silence returned, heavy but filled with determination. Just as Damian opened his mouth again to complain, the ground shuddered beneath their feet.

A flash of light tore through the air before them, so bright that they were forced to shield their eyes.

The portal opened.

A spiraling gate of white light unfurled, stretching wide as reality itself bent to allow them entry. The brilliance was blinding, burning into their eyes and skin, forcing them to squint against the radiance.

Melissa hissed softly.

"So bright…"

Kyle's voice cut through the daze.

"Everyone—steady yourselves. This is no ordinary door. Beyond this is the enemy's heartland. Step carefully."

Together, they crossed.

The sensation of entering the divine realm was unlike anything they had ever experienced.

It was as though the air itself stripped them bare, peeling away every pretense and leaving only the core of their beings exposed.

When their vision cleared, they found themselves standing in a vast hallway of pure white.

The walls gleamed with a brilliance so sharp it hurt to look at, endless arches stretching upward into heights that defied comprehension.

Their footsteps echoed, swallowed by the sheer vastness of the place.

Silvy shielded her eyes, muttering,

"It's… suffocating."

Kyle's expression hardened.

"That's deliberate. This place isn't meant for mortals. Be careful. From here on, one mistake could mean death."

Bruce exhaled slowly, the weight of the air pressing against him.

"So this is the divine domain…"

Damian broke the silence.

"What's the plan? Do we just wander around until something kills us?"

"No. The first thing we need is authority. This realm recognizes only gods. Without that, we're intruders—prey. There are twelve divine seats here, each tied to a god's dominion. If we claim them, we gain power equal to theirs."

Kyle said, turning to face them.

Amana blinked.

"There are six of us. That's not enough."

Kyle nodded.

"Five of you can claim seats. I cannot. I've been marked as something outside their system—I can never be acknowledged as a god. That leaves us short."

"Then what's the point?"

Silvy asked, frustration in her tone.

Kyle's gaze sharpened.

"There are twelve seats. If we can secure five, we only need two more allies. Seven is enough to tilt the balance—and once we tilt it, the Chief God will falter."

The group exchanged looks. Their fear was still there, but Kyle's certainty gave them an anchor.

"Alright. Let's go steal some godhood."

Bruce said finally, smirking despite the tension.

"Split up. Cover more ground. But stay sharp. This place won't make it easy."

Kyle ordered.

Just as the words left his mouth, the white air shimmered.

From the empty space before them, the system itself appeared—manifested as a glowing, humanoid form woven of shifting symbols and threads of light.

Its voice echoed directly in their minds:

[Directive acknowledged. Assistance provided.]

Melissa stiffened, hand already on her blade.

"The system…?"

The figure inclined its head.

[Yes. I will link you together. No matter how far you are scattered in this realm, your voices will reach each other. That is all I can do.]

Kyle narrowed his eyes.

"Why help us?"

The system pulsed once, almost like a sigh.

[Because it's the most probable course of action.]

Kyle's chest tightened, but he said nothing. He only gave a short nod.

"Then guide us."

The system extended its hand. Threads of light stretched outward, weaving themselves into each of their chests.

For a brief moment, they felt warmth—a tether that bound them together across space.

[Connection established. Go. The seats await. And so does your fate.]

The system declared.