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!!!!'

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.

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)

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.'