Chapter 6: Chapter 6: The Path Forward
Chapter 6: The Path forward
Noah glanced at the golden interface before dismissing it with a thought.
This system was universal—every being in this world had access to it. But it was not a guide, nor a teacher. It did not offer wisdom or comfort.
It simply recorded.
A cold, pragmatic mechanism that only activated when a being reached a threshold, offering choices, or bestowing titles that elevated one's existence.
No emotions. No mercy. No unnecessary words.
But Noah's system was different. Unlike the Akashic Records, which merely recorded his state of existence, his system fed him power. It allowed him to share the strength of his women, track his progress in detail, and adapt far beyond what others could.
And that made all the difference.
He exhaled, scanning the room. The ice he had spread earlier still coated the floor and walls, a tangible reminder of his awakening. But the moment he willed it away—
It was gone.
The air warmed. The room returned to its previous state, as if nothing had ever changed.
He turned, his gaze settling on his mother.
A proud, quiet smile touched his lips.
"Mother, I did it. I have awakened a—"
Before he could finish, something warm enveloped him.
His mother pulled him into a tight embrace.
Her arms held him firmly, protectively—desperately.
"I know, my baby. I know." Her voice trembled slightly. "You must be exhausted after such an awakening."
Noah froze.
He had expected praise. A nod of approval. Maybe even a proud smile.
But this?
This raw, overwhelming warmth?
She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her violet eyes glowing with fierce intensity.
"Go rest in your room. We'll discuss your training and what you want to do next later."
A soft smile touched her lips.
"I am so proud of you."
His heart clenched.
For a moment, he was no longer Noah Weaverheart.
He was Brandon from Earth. The one who lost his mother at a young age.
And in his arms, for the first time since her death, was the warmth he thought he had lost forever.
A mother's love.
Unchanging. Unwavering. Real.
A lump formed in his throat, but he swallowed it down.
His lips curled into a small, genuine smile.
The first real one since his reincarnation.
"Thank you, Mother."
Selene's heart melted. 'My baby is too cute!!!!'
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Inside his room, Noah sat cross-legged on his bed. Neko was nowhere to be found, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
'System, show me my profile.'
A purple screen materialized before him.
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Name: Noah Weaverheart
Race: Human
Rank: E
Titles: The Reincarnator
Bloodline: Weaverheart's Bloodline – Favored by Ice
Physique: None
Affinity: Ice (SSS Rank)
Talent: Sovereign of Ice (SSS Rank)
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Noah's gaze lingered on his affinity.
In this world, affinity was more than just an indicator of power—it was the path one was naturally attuned to.
A person with Fire Affinity would grasp flames as easily as breathing but struggle with water-based techniques. But affinity wasn't limited to elements.
It could be conceptual—battle, fate, time, space even something as abstract as dominance or cutting.
And with every passing year, new affinities were discovered, proving the limitless nature of this world.
But one thing was certain.
The higher the grade, the stronger the connection.
A person with an SSS-ranked Ice affinity wouldn't just use Ice.
They would become Ice.
Noah clenched his fist, feeling a faint chill pulse in his veins.
He wouldn't need to struggle as much as others—his affinity alone would ensure that.
But that didn't mean he could afford to be careless.
'Show me my skills.'
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<Title Skills>
The Reincarnator:
1. Your soul is unique. Given the right conditions, you can awaken the affinity of Space and Time.
2. You can revive once per month, as long as your soul remains intact.
<Talent Skills>
Ice Manipulation: Effortless control over ice.
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Noah's brows lifted slightly.
Titles usually granted either an effect or a skill—not both.
If a title granted both, it meant one thing.
It was a monster of a title.
And his was exactly that.
"Space and Time... ones of the rarest affinities," he muttered. "The only person I know with a Space Affinity is Elijah."
But the second skill...
Revival.
Once per month, as long as his soul wasn't destroyed.
His fingers curled.
That was ridiculous.
Titles were valuable for a reason. The harder they were to obtain, the more powerful their effects.
And Noah's?
His title was likely one of the highest-difficulty titles to obtain.
A slow smirk crept onto his lips.
This made him want to attempt insane feats just to earn more titles.
But there was no rush.
He would naturally claim them on his path.
He turned his focus to Ice Manipulation skill.
Unlike titles, talent skills followed a structured awakening.
Every talent granted one skill at birth. The difference was that the stronger the talent, the more potent that skill became.
At C-rank, new skills would emerge. By the time he reached SSS, he'd command six. Six techniques powerful enough to shake nations.
Noah flicked his wrist.
A shard of ice formed above his palm.
It shifted—sphere, arrow, blade. Each transformation took more from him.
By the time it became a sword, his control slipped. The ice wobbled, flickering at the edges.
His mana drained rapidly.
"Huff... huff..."
The moment he let go, the ice shattered into mist.
Noah exhaled sharply.
"Well, I definitely need training," he muttered.
It wasn't just about control. The more complex the shape, the more mana it drained.
More precision. More efficiency. More stamina.
"I'll discuss my training with Mother later."
For now, he had bigger concerns.
His gaze darkened.
This world we have the presence of a goddess, The Goddess of Light and Justice.
She had chosen Elijah as her champion, gifting him divine backing to fight against the demons and beasts spilling from dungeons.
And the moment Elijah awakened, The Church of the Goddess would claim him.
An institution as powerful as the Four Great Families and even the Royal Family.
Because their power wasn't just political—it was spiritual.
Faith was a dangerous weapon. And their influence stretched into every corner of human society.
With the Church behind him, Elijah would be untouchable.
Especially with that insane yandere Saintess by his side.
Tsk. Lucky bastard.
Then he would enroll in Apex Academy—a prestigious institution where multiple races trained.
Train?
Bullshit.
That guy will go here to collect women for his ever-growing harem.
Noah's jaw tightened.
Not this time.
His silver eyes glowed, frost swirling within them.
Step one: Reach Rank C through training and dungeon diving.
Step two: Enroll in Apex Academy at fifteen and meet the main cast.
A slow smirk curled his lips.
"What better way to steal his women than from right under his nose?"
But before that...
The princess.
Her talent was too valuable to pass up.
Noah's plan was set.
—End of Chapter 6—