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

The ground beneath them cracked and trembled as everyone ran through the collapsing divine realm.

Shards of light and broken fragments of space rained down like falling stars, the world itself unraveling.

Melissa urged them forward, Bruce shielded them from falling debris, and Nigel carried Emily when her legs faltered. But amidst the desperate sprint, a sudden voice rang out.

"I'm going back."

Crystal announced, her steps halting as the others rushed ahead.

Grand Duchess Amana spun around, her face pale with shock.

"What? Now? Are you insane?" she demanded. "If you turn back, you'll die before you even make it two steps."

Crystal shook her head, determination blazing in her eyes.

"There's something I need to do. I can't leave without making sure my little sister gets the medicine she was promised. Even if I can't make it home… I won't let her die."

She said firmly.

Amana's chest tightened. For a fleeting moment, she saw not a rival, not a girl driven by desperation to kill or ascend, but simply a sister who loved too deeply to abandon her own.

She stepped forward, hand outstretched.

"Crystal, don't. We need every one of us alive. If you go back, you'll only be throwing your life away—"

"Now is not the time! She's made her choice. We can't afford to argue here, Amana. The divine realm won't wait for us."

Silvy's sharp voice cut across the chaos. Her usually warm face was grim, eyes flashing with urgency.

Amana clenched her jaw, torn between dragging Crystal by force and honoring her resolve. Finally, she lowered her hand. Her voice was heavy with regret.

"Then… go. But don't you dare let that be the end of you."

Crystal gave her a faint, grateful smile before turning and racing back toward the collapsing battlefield.

The others pressed forward, fighting their way through broken space until the system itself—glitching, screaming errors—seemed to take pity on them.

A portal opened, shaky and unstable, but it was a way out. One by one they leapt through, hearts pounding, only to feel the connection sever the instant they passed.

The portal slammed shut behind them, leaving nothing but silence.

Melissa turned back instantly, reaching out as if she could tear space open again.

"Kyle! Where is he?"

Bruce tried to steady her, though his own face was grim.

"The portal's closed. The connection to the divine realm… it's gone."

"No—We can't just leave him there!"

Nigel's voice cracked with frustration.

He swung his sword against empty air, as though he could cut his way back through.

But it was useless. The divine threads that linked them to Kyle had been abruptly severed, leaving only a void where his presence had been.

No call reached him. No whisper returned. It was as if he had been swallowed whole.

Emily clutched her chest, tears in her eyes.

"Does this mean… Kyle may be lost to us forever?"

The silence that followed was suffocating. None of them wanted to accept it, but none could deny the truth that hung heavily in the air.

Meanwhile, back in the broken remains of the divine realm, Kyle stood alone. The world groaned as if in death, collapsing into fragments of nothingness.

Across from him was Arkenas—the once-proud chief god—now reduced to a husk, his mind shattered by the very system he had commanded.

He staggered, muttering fragments of commands to no one, his eyes vacant.

Kyle stepped closer, his sword loose at his side, his expression carved in stone.

"Answer me. Why did you abandon us? Why did the gods turn their backs on my world, leaving it to burn?"

He demanded, though he knew it was futile.

But no answer came. Arkenas's mouth only moved in incoherent whispers, his body twitching as the system dug its claws deeper into his sanity.

The god was no longer an opponent—he was a puppet, a shell with strings cut.

Kyle let out a cold breath.

"So that's it, then. No answers. No justice. Just silence."

It was then that the system's voice echoed—not from Arkenas, but into Kyle himself.

[Final Directive: Fulfill User's Wish]

[Objective: Terminate Divinity. Terminate System.]

Kyle froze for only a moment, then his eyes narrowed with grim acceptance.

"So this is how it ends, huh? You want me to put you down myself."

[Affirmative.]

The words resonated through him. The system had been his partner, his tool, his weapon in defiance of the divine. And now, as its last act, it asked him to destroy it.

Kyle raised his sword, pouring every ounce of mana he had into it. His aura flared, burning through the collapsing realm.

"Fine. We'll end this together."

He whispered.

With a roar, he brought his power crashing down, his mana fusing with the system's dying energy.

The divine realm screamed as if alive, rupturing under the force. Light erupted everywhere, shredding the threads of godhood that bound the plane.

The divine system convulsed, fighting wildly, threatening to spiral out of control and consume everything.

Errors flashed across the space around him—red warnings, distorted voices, shrieks of collapsing commands. The sheer force threatened to rip Kyle apart.

But then—suddenly—it stabilized.

Kyle blinked, sensing something—or someone—forcing the system under control. Slowly, he turned, and his eyes widened.

Through the fractured light, a familiar figure walked forward. Her silver hair gleamed amidst the collapsing sky, her expression calm despite the chaos.

"…You-?"

Kyle's voice was low, almost disbelieving.

She met his gaze, her lips curling into a faint, tired smile.

"I have something important to do, so I came back."

Kyle tightened his grip on his sword, staring at her.

"You came back."

Crystal's voice wavered, but her eyes were steady.

"I couldn't leave things like this. Not when my sister's fate still hangs in the balance."

The broken divine realm pulsed violently around them, but for the first time, Kyle did not feel alone. Crystal stood beside him, holding her ground against the storm, her presence a reminder that not all hope was lost.

Together, they faced the chaos that remained. And for the first time, Kyle felt that perhaps the end would not be his alone to bear.

The chief god, his sanity shattered and body thrumming with unstable divinity, let out an inhuman roar and lunged at Kyle. His movements were wild, no longer calculated, but the sheer pressure of his presence still shook the divine realm.

Kyle braced himself, sword raised, yet even he felt the crushing weight of a god gone mad.

Just as Arkenas's clawed hand descended toward him, a sudden surge reverberated through the system.

Crystal, standing behind Kyle, smiled faintly through bloodied lips.

"For my sister… this is enough."

Her voice was soft but steady as she forced her fragment of the divine system to collapse inward.

The system screamed, light fracturing in red and black as a massive dent formed within its operations.

The backlash ripped through Crystal's body, and in the next heartbeat, she was consumed by the implosion, leaving nothing behind but fading motes of light.

Her sacrifice echoed like a bell of defiance across the broken divine realm.

Kyle's grip tightened on his sword.

"Your will won't be wasted."

Seizing the fleeting chance she'd carved, Kyle charged forward. His blade cut through the distorted space, striking true at the core of the chief god's weakness.