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

Amana's body ached from the repeated blows, her armor cracked in several places, but her eyes burned with the same unyielding fire that had carried her this far.

Crystal stood across from her, divine energy coiling around her form like serpents of light, her expression drawn tight with frustration.

"Why? Why would you go this far—for a man? Tell me, Grand Duchess Amana, do you have no pride? No morals? To sacrifice your happiness, your life, your everything—for the sake of one man?"

Crystal's voice rang out, sharper than her magic.

Amana spat blood onto the ground but only smiled grimly.

"If that's what you believe, then you're the shallow one here, not me."

Crystal's brows knitted together.

"What—?"

"You talk as if love is some fleeting whim, as if it's something cheap that can be bartered and weighed. But my feelings aren't about sacrifice. I don't love Kyle because he's a man. I love Kyle because he's Kyle. The person he is, the weight he carries, the way he stands even when the world itself tries to break him. That's what I've chosen, and I will never apologize for it."

Her words struck Crystal harder than any blade.

For the first time, her grip on divine energy faltered, threads of light snapping away uncontrolled. That heartbeat of hesitation was all Amana needed.

She roared and surged forward, breaking through Crystal's barrier with a shattering crash.

Her sword, glowing with every ounce of her will, tore through the divine veil and cut straight toward her opponent.

Crystal cried out, hastily weaving another shield, but it buckled under Amana's momentum. The goddess stumbled back, breath ragged.

"You don't understand! I had no choice. My sister—she would die without me becoming this. I sacrificed everything so she could live. Don't you dare act as if your love is nobler than mine!"

Crystal shouted desperately, her voice cracking under the weight of her conviction.

Amana stopped mid-strike, just for a moment, her chest heaving. She looked at Crystal with something almost like pity.

"I don't doubt your love. In fact, I admire it. To fight this far, to defy everything for the sake of your sister—it's proof of your devotion. I'm sure she would be proud to have such a sister."

Amana admitted softly.

Crystal's eyes widened, confusion flickering there for the first time.

"But that doesn't change what must be done. Our paths are opposed. And if standing by Kyle means ending yours, then so be it."

Amana's expression hardened.

Crystal's scream tore through the air as she unleashed a final surge of divine might, a cascade of blades made from crystallized mana.

But Amana's response was merciless—she pressed through, swinging her sword in a wide arc that shattered the projectiles one by one.

Finally, she closed the distance, her blade grazing Crystal's side before slamming the goddess into the wall with sheer force. Crystal coughed blood, her glow flickering.

"I'm sorry. It's time to say goodbye."

Amana whispered, almost tender.

Her sword descended in a clean, resolute strike. Crystal's divine light fractured, scattering into motes that dissolved into the air like broken glass.

Amana stood there, chest heaving, her hand trembling slightly around her blade. She closed her eyes and whispered.

"Forgive me."

Far away, deep within the god's palace, Chief God Arkenas stood within the central sanctum.

The golden architecture around him pulsed faintly with the heartbeat of the system, streams of divine energy flowing like rivers through crystalline conduits.

But instead of satisfaction, his face twisted with mounting rage.

"How…How could this happen? One by one, the chosen are slipping through my grasp. That woman, Amana, should have been erased long ago. And yet she lives. That mortal, Nigel, has gained the system's recognition, when he should never have made it this far. Even Melissa and Bruce… they continue to ascend."

He muttered, voice low and dangerous.

He clenched his fists so tightly that sparks of divine fire danced between his fingers.

His plan—centuries of careful weaving, manipulation, and false promises—was unraveling before his very eyes.

Each announcement from the system had driven the nails deeper into his composure.

Still, he forced himself to breathe.

"All is not lost. I am still the Chief God. The system was born from my hand. It still bends to my will. If the pawns are failing, then the king himself shall move."

Arkenas whispered to himself, straightening his posture. His voice hardened.

He raised his arms, divine sigils flaring to life across his body as he connected himself directly to the system's root.

A tremor ran through the palace, and the air itself thickened with the pressure of his presence.

"System, Enough of this farce. Acknowledge me as the eternal master. Override all unauthorized bindings. Bend your authority to me!

Arkenas commanded, his voice echoing like thunder.

For a moment, silence reigned. Then, the system's voice replied—calm, neutral, yet unshakable:

"Warning: unauthorized command detected. System sovereignty cannot be monopolized."

Arkenas's eyes widened, fury searing through him.

"You dare defy me?"

The system's voice repeated, unwavering:

"System sovereignty cannot be monopolized."

Arkenas's divine aura exploded outward, cracking the crystalline walls around him. His teeth bared in a feral snarl.

"Then I will rip apart every last mortal, every last insect, until there is no one left to challenge me. If the system refuses to obey, then I will bend it through sheer annihilation!"

His laughter echoed, sharp and manic, reverberating through the palace halls as he prepared to unleash his wrath.

Under the shimmering vault of the sanctum, Arkenas pressed his palm against the crystalline wall, forcing his divinity into the system's core pathways.

The conduits of light flickered violently, and across the palace—and beyond—threads of mana snapped into place like shackles.

One by one, mortals and gods alike felt the weight of unseen chains coil around them.

Muscles locked, breaths caught in throats, and even the strongest warriors found their limbs refusing to obey.

From the great halls to the outer fields, silence fell as every body froze under Arkenas's will.

Arkenas's eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction as he looked upon the sea of immobile figures, their gazes fixed helplessly forward.

"Do you feel it? This is the system bending to me. Your bodies no longer belong to you. Your wills no longer belong to you. Every breath you draw is a gift only because I allow it."

He asked, his voice booming like a commandment.

He lifted his hand, and thousands strained against invisible restraints, but none could move. A ripple of despair spread through the ranks, and Arkenas laughed, low and menacing.

"From this moment forward, you will live only if I desire it. You will fight only where I command. Disobey, and your existence will be erased before you can even scream. I am your god, your master, your eternity. The system answers to me—and through it, so will you."

The words echoed through every corner of the palace, through every trembling soul chained by his dominion. And though silence reigned, the terror in their eyes spoke volumes: Arkenas had seized control.

Arkenas spread his arms wide, reveling in the suffocating silence.

"Kneel within your hearts if your bodies cannot. Struggle all you wish—it will amuse me. But remember, resistance is meaningless. You are mine now, bound by the system itself. Forever."

He mocked, his grin sharp as a blade.

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Thank you for the gift. This is an extra chapter because of that.