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

Chief God Arkenas gazed at the six new candidates who had been summoned into the pristine divine chamber.

Their faces twisted with skepticism and arrogance, their postures radiating disdain.

They did not kneel as mortals normally would. Instead, they crossed their arms, exchanged doubtful looks, and one of them even sneered.

"You expect us to believe that you can grant us any wish just for playing along with your little farce? Sounds like the greatest scam of all time."

A tall man with golden hair scoffed.

The others chuckled at his words, some openly mocking, others silent but clearly unimpressed.

Arkenas, however, did not waver. His gaze remained cold, unblinking, and unshaken.

"A scam?"

His voice carried through the chamber, resonating with divine authority.

"Then allow me to show you proof."

With a casual wave of his hand, divine runes spread across the floor in radiant white, forming intricate circles that pulsed with raw power.

A portal cracked open before their eyes, a fissure of light tearing into reality. From within, a single white berry emerged, hovering in the air as if it were a treasure too pure for mortal soil.

At first, the candidates scoffed again—until one of them, a woman with piercing green eyes, gasped audibly.

Her body moved instinctively, stepping forward, hand outstretched. But before she could take another step, the system's invisible barrier forced her to halt, locking her in place.

Everyone turned toward her, their mocking expressions replaced by curiosity.

The woman trembled, her voice almost breaking.

"That… that's impossible. That fruit only exists in legends. They said it was lost before the first gods rose…"

The chamber stilled.

Arkenas smiled, his expression finally softening into something resembling satisfaction.

"You see? I do not deal in tricks or lies. That berry is one of countless treasures beyond your wildest imagination. If you remain loyal to me and to the divine order, riches like this will belong to you. Wishes beyond comprehension will be granted. You need only prove yourselves."

The skepticism that had filled the chamber just moments ago now shifted into hunger. The candidates' eyes burned with greed and longing.

The promise of divinity had sounded hollow before—but this, this proof, was undeniable.

One by one, their resistance faltered. A man with black tattoos across his arms muttered.

"If that's real… then maybe the rest is too. A single wish… that's worth more than a lifetime of pride."

Another added.

Finally, silence fell. And then, as if bound by an unspoken pact, all six lowered their heads.

"We will follow."

They said in unison, voices heavy but resolute.

Arkenas's smirk widened. He raised his hand and the system's chains loosened, reshaping into a new bond—not oppression, but allegiance sealed by divine promise.

"Good. You have been chosen not merely for obedience, but because your potential surpasses all others. Your strength is raw, your hearts unyielding. That is what makes you worthy of being gods."

Arkenas said, his tone smooth and commanding.

The chamber pulsed, as if acknowledging his decree.

"But potential means nothing if it is not tested. There are intruders—mortals who dare to step into our sacred realm. They aim to suppress divine authority and steal the honor that belongs to you. To us. To me."

Arkenas continued.

A heavy silence fell over the chamber, the weight of his words sinking into the candidates.

"You will be the ones to stop them. I will divide them, scattering them across the divine paths. Each of you may choose an opponent to face. Defeat them, prove your superiority, and the system will acknowledge you as gods. One victory—that is all it will take."

Arkenas declared.

The candidates exchanged glances. Their bravado was tempered now by nervousness.

To fight unknown enemies in this divine realm was no simple task. Yet the allure of becoming a god, the promise of riches and wishes, burned brighter than their fear.

They nodded, their hesitation hardening into grim resolve.

"Good. Now… let us give them their command."

Arkenas said, his tone final. His form blurred, merging with the divine system for a moment.

The white chamber flickered, reality itself bending as his will surged outward. His voice echoed into the system's very core.

Meanwhile, Kyle and his companions moved through the endless white halls, the brightness straining their eyes and weighing on their nerves.

Each step echoed too loudly, too clean, as though the place itself rejected their mortal presence.

Suddenly, the system appeared before them, its form flickering like static. Its voice rang clear in their minds.

[Split up.]

The command hung in the air like a dagger.

Bruce narrowed his eyes immediately.

"That's sudden. And suspicious. Kyle, this feels like a trap."

The others tensed, hands instinctively drifting toward their weapons. Silvy bit her lip, her unease clear as her eyes darted between the flickering system and Kyle's calm expression.

Kyle exhaled slowly, his hand tightening around his sword hilt.

"It is a trap. But that doesn't matter."

He said simply, his voice steady.

Everyone turned to him.

"I trust you all. That's why we came this far together. No matter who we face, I believe you can handle it. That's why… this time, we'll walk into the trap. Willingly"

Kyle continued, his eyes meeting each of theirs.

For a moment, silence hung heavy in the hallway.

Then, one by one, his companions nodded. Bruce smirked faintly, Silvy straightened her back, and Melissa's eyes hardened with resolve.

"If that's your order, then we'll just have to crush whatever's waiting."

Bruce said.

The system flickered once more, its voice monotone yet strangely strained.

[Confirmed. Beginning separation.]

A blinding light surged between them, swallowing each member of the group in turn.

Kyle's last sight was his companions disappearing into the brightness, their silhouettes vanishing one after another.

And then—darkness.

The trap had begun.

The hallways stretched endlessly, each corner splitting into another radiant path lined with the blinding glow of divine energy.

The system's voice rang clear within their minds, urging them to separate, each corridor leading toward a different trial.

Silvy bit her lip, her hand tightening around her staff.

"Kyle… if we split, we won't be able to watch each other's backs."

Kyle gave her a calm look, steady and grounding even in the overwhelming whiteness.

"That's true. But think of it like this—each of us will be facing the same storm. What matters is that we all endure. Trust yourselves. Trust me."

Bruce grinned despite the tension.

"Sounds like the young master's way of saying, 'don't screw up, or else.'"

A ripple of uneasy laughter spread through the group, easing the weight on their shoulders.

But just as they took their first steps toward their assigned paths, the system's voice grew sharper.

[Warning: Hostile signatures detected. Divine candidates inbound.]

The air around them warped, and Kyle's gaze hardened.

"So it begins."

Melissa stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination.

"Then we'll crush them. No hesitation."

Kyle nodded, his voice low but commanding.

"Remember—survive, win, and claim the seats. That's our only way forward."

The portal paths shimmered like thin veils of glass, each pulling at the chosen.

One by one, Kyle's companions disappeared into their own trials, leaving the vast white hall behind.

Kyle alone remained, silent, as his own path opened before him.