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

The system guided Kyle and his companions deeper into the sprawling halls of divine white.

The corridors stretched endlessly, glimmering with faint golden threads woven into the walls as though the building itself pulsed with sacred power.

Each step echoed against the polished floor, too perfect, too pristine, as if no mortal feet had ever dared to touch this place before.

Silvy squinted against the sheer brilliance and let out a sharp breath.

"Does everything have to be so blinding? White walls, white ceilings, white floors… it's suffocating."

Her voice broke the silence, a whisper in comparison to the vastness around them.

Her hands tightened around her staff as though she could banish the oppressive brightness by sheer will alone.

Kyle glanced at her, his expression calm despite the strange place.

"Don't let it shake you, Silvy. Remember this—this whiteness is not your enemy. You were chosen as a candidate by the system itself. If the situation becomes dangerous, the same divine light that overwhelms you will shield you. Think of it not as intimidation, but protection."

Silvy's lips tightened, but she nodded, taking comfort in his steady tone.

The system's voice resonated from the air around them, clear yet edged with static.

[Warning: An error in processing detected.]

[Chief God Arkenas has initiated an unsanctioned summoning of additional candidates.]

[Result: Conflict between chosen candidates is inevitable.]

Everyone stiffened. Melissa instinctively stepped closer to Kyle, her blade already half-drawn.

Damian's fists clenched with restless eagerness, while Bruce muttered a curse under his breath. Amana's brow furrowed; the tension in her jaw showed her concern more than any words.

Kyle exhaled softly, his eyes narrowing.

"So, Arkenas is bringing in his own pieces to the board… trying to tilt the balance in his favor."

The system's glow flickered slightly before speaking again.

[The summoning has already begun. Prepare yourselves.]

Meanwhile, in the divine throne chamber, Chief God Arkenas sat upon his seat carved from radiant obsidian—dark stone etched with threads of light.

His expression was one of irritation more than concern. The ritual circle beneath his throne spun faster, divine energy twisting into a whirlpool of symbols.

"Come forth, my chosen warriors. Those worthy to bear the mantle of godhood at my side."

He commanded, his voice shaking the endless chamber,

The circle flared blindingly, and six figures emerged from the torrent of light. But instead of kneeling, instead of reverent submission, they looked around with casual disdain.

The first, a tall man with crimson hair and eyes burning with arrogance, clicked his tongue.

"This is it? The so-called divine realm? Doesn't look so special."

A woman clad in black armor laughed, the sound sharp as broken glass.

"We were dragged here without our say, and you expect us to kneel? Pathetic."

Another spat on the polished white floor, sneering.

"Bow? To you? Don't make me laugh. No one commands us."

Arkenas's eyes narrowed, but he held his composure. He had seen countless candidates across endless worlds, some weak, some proud. It was nothing new.

Yet the venom in their tone pricked even at his patience.

"You misunderstand."

He said slowly, his voice echoing through the chamber like thunder restrained.

"This is not a request. You were chosen by the divine system itself. That alone should be honor enough. By standing here, you stand on the threshold of godhood. You should show reverence."

The crimson-haired man smirked.

"And if we refuse? What will you do then?"

The others laughed, their mockery filling the chamber. They were warriors, kings, tyrants from other realms—people who had clawed their way to the peak of their worlds.

Submission was not in their vocabulary.

Arkenas's expression finally hardened. His patience was gone.

"I pity you. You think arrogance will protect you in the presence of divinity. Then allow me to remind you of the weight of the system itself."

He muttered, more to himself than to them.

With a gesture, he extended his hand. The vast walls of the chamber lit up with endless runes, and the divine system pulsed to life, obeying his command.

Chains of golden light erupted from the ground, coiling around the six rebellious candidates. They struggled, cursed, shouted—yet the chains dug into their very essence, not flesh but soul.

"Wh-what is this—?!"

One of them screamed, their pride shattering into panic.

Another roared, trying to break free, only to be slammed to his knees.

"Damn it! What trickery is this?!"

Arkenas rose from his throne, his voice booming with unshakable authority.

"This is no trickery. This is the system that binds the worlds together. You were summoned not by chance, but by its will. And as long as you stand here, you will obey me. There is no freedom here, only duty."

Their resistance weakened under the crushing pressure of the divine chains.

Pride gave way to trembling rage, but none could stand against the system's authority when wielded by the chief god himself.

Arkenas looked at them with cold detachment.

"You will fight in the final selection. You will bring me victory. And if you resist again, your very existence will be erased. I will not tolerate disobedience."

The candidates glared, hatred burning in their eyes, but the chains tightened further, silencing their protests.

The pressure of the system's authority weighed down on the newly summoned candidates like an invisible chain, forcing their knees to buckle whether they wanted to or not.

Their faces twisted with rage, pride wounded, but none of them could resist the divine compulsion.

Chief God Arkenas watched them coldly, unmoved by their scorn. He knew well that unwilling tools were still tools, and even rebellion had its uses.

Still, to gain smoother control, he softened his voice and spoke with authority that echoed across the white chamber.

"You are not here without purpose. Each of you has been chosen because your potential far outshines the others. Obey me, fulfill your role, and you will not only gain divinity—you will also be granted a wish of your own."

The promise silenced the candidates instantly. Though their eyes burned with defiance, the word wish settled in their minds like fire.

A path to absolute power, vengeance, or fulfillment of their deepest desires—it was too alluring to ignore.

Arkenas smirked slightly as he saw their resistance falter. They might not respect him, but they would follow him. And for now, that was enough to set the stage for the final confrontation.

Arkenas sat back on his throne, his thoughts heavy. Though they had been forced into submission, something in their behavior lingered like a splinter in his mind.

He could not shake the unease. Normally, chosen candidates trembled with reverence, but these six had resisted him outright. Their willpower was unlike anything he had seen in eons.

Still, he brushed the thought aside. The system was in his hands. With its chains, no one—not even these arrogant fools—could stand against him.

He allowed himself a thin smile.

"The final stage draws near. Let them come. Let all candidates gather. In the end, only I will remain above all."

And in the white halls not far away, Kyle and his companions marched deeper into the enemy's domain, unaware that six new rivals had just been chained to the will of the chief god himself.