Reborn with the architect system : I will get my revenge Just you wait

The ceiling was too white.

Too quiet.

Too clean for the kind of blood that had been spilled hours ago.

I stared at it, the soft hum of the infirmary lights drilling into my skull. My body ached with every breath, my ribs scread every ti I shifted. The faint scent of healing herbs and mana mist hung in the air.

Across the room, other survivors were scattered across beds so unconscious, so twitching in nightmares. I could hear soone crying softly two beds away.

I blinked open the system window hovering above .

[HOST: NOAH VEYLOR]

Race: Half Elf / Half Human

Rank: Expert (Mid Tier)

Age: 18

Strength: 70

Agility: 50

Intelligence: 70

Mana: 60

Aura: 50

Aether: 50 (Lightning)

Overall Evaluation: C– (Mid Tier)

Talent Grade: SS (White)

Bloodline: The Naless One

Naless Ranking: Tier 1 (Level 2)

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Naless Skill: Unbound Genesis

The power to defy logic — to shape reality through sheer will and emotion. When the Host believes, the world obeys.

Sub-Skills:

Aetherbirth: Instantly creates new techniques or powers during battle.

Soul Conduction: Converts emotions into raw elental energy.

Reignition: Revives fading life or reignites dying aether within reach.

The stronger the emotion, the greater the miracle.

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System Points: 250

[Quest completed: First position acquired.]

Rewards:

New Skill: Aura Path Unlocked

Light Aura: Ability to draw aura from light particles.

System Points Awarded: 200

Advancent to Tier Q (Level 2): Host can now read and draw power from emotions of other people.

I stared at the glowing text until it blurred.

It didn't make happy. Not even a little.

What's the point of a reward when you couldn't save anyone?

I lay there, silent, fingers clenched so tight my knuckles popped. The room felt suffocating, too bright, too empty.

Lucien Valecrest.

Even thinking his na made my stomach twist. That smug, cold, calculated bastard. The one everyone whispered about. The Valecrest prodigy. The one who disappeared for years and ca back like he never left.

He schooled . It was fact that he couldn't deny , a truth that he wasn't ready to face . He was weak and that's that .

I grit my teeth, mories flashing the crater, the screaming, the light swallowing everything. Lucien bleeding and still barking orders.

Yelena , she was a pain in the ass but her powers back up her mouth. Even I have to admit she is talented. Cael even though broken he kept getting up .

And ?

I was face down in the dirt. One hit and it was over .

Useless.

I wanted to make the world better. That's what I used to tell myself.

But how do you change anything when you can't even stand beside the strong?

Every noble there made feel like a child. They have legacy, power, bloodlines that carry centuries of strength.

I have what?

A naless bloodline tied to sothing the world forgot.

My hand trembled as I pushed the blanket aside. The healers looked up, startled.

"Where do you think you're going?" one of them asked, voice sharp.

I didn't answer.

I swung my legs over the bed, pain spiking through my thigh. I bit back a groan and forced myself up.

Every step burned, but I kept walking.

They called after again, their voices fading behind the door.

The corridor outside was dim. Quiet. The walls still had cracks from the explosion.

I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart thudded weakly. I began to wonder . I saw what Lucien did . That's not supposed to be possible.

House Valecrest uses darkness aura.

That's what every textbook says.

That's what we all know.

So how the hell… how did Lucien Valecrest use lightning aether? It was like he combined my lightening and his aura.

It didn't make sense. It wasn't possible.

And yet, I saw it.

That mont replayed in my mind over and over black lightning ripping the sky apart, the fusion with Yelena's water drill, the explosion that almost erased everything.

Impossible.

But it happened.

I clenched my fists, eyes narrowing.

I'm weak. Pathetic. But not forever.

I won't stay beneath their feet. I won't be the one they pity.

If I have to bleed, break, or crawl my way up I'll do it.

Because I refuse to die forgotten. I promised to make the world better for my kind and I intend on keeping that promise.

A faint spark flickered around my hand blue lightning, faint and unstable. It buzzed against my skin, fueled by sothing raw.

Anger.

Jealousy.

Resolve.

"Just you wait, Lucien Valecrest," I muttered under my breath, voice low and steady.

"I'll catch up."

And I walked out of the infirmary.