HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC82: The Shattered Chains of Faith
Chapter 82: Chapter 82: The Shattered Chains of Faith
Chapter 82 - The Shattered Chains of Faith
Noah stepped forward, his gaze locked on Solaris's trembling form.
He reached out towards her shadow—and the moment his will touched it:
[Your Title: Sovereign of Shadows is acting.]
[Sovereign of Shadows understands your intent.]
Noah's voice rang out, calm and absolute.
"Submit."
"Submit to your Sovereign."
The shadow beneath Solaris trembled violently, resisting with instinctive desperation.
But it was useless.
A mere shadow, without mind or will, could never resist the command of its rightful lord.
It shuddered once—then tore itself free from Solaris's feet.
"Shadeva," Noah ordered, "take it inside you."
Shadeva nodded silently, her presence like a black hole swallowing light itself.
She reached out, and the rogue shadow disappeared into her soul realm, becoming a part of the vast kingdom of darkness she ruled.
The moment it vanished, Solaris gasped.
She collapsed to her knees, her body quivering.
It was like a piece of her soul had been ripped away.
She hadn't realized it until now—how important a shadow truly was.
It wasn't just a silhouette cast by light.
To those with power over it, it was a fragment of the self.
A weapon.
A weakness.
Without her shadow, she felt hollow.
Incomplete.
But Noah didn't give her time to linger.
"Now!" he barked.
In perfect synchrony, Noah and Elira plunged their hands—coated in soul power—into Solaris's chest.
Their hands phased through her physical form, reaching for the very core of her being.
Solaris's golden eyes widened in agony.
She shook uncontrollably, but it was futile.
They gripped her soul—and pulled.
From her body floated a miniature Solaris, wrapped in countless golden chains, her radiant light dim and flickering.
Half of her soul was already missing—the part that had been taken with her shadow.
Noah's eyes sharpened.
It was time.
He summoned all the might of his Sovereign Aura, layering it with the limitless pressure of his soul.
His voice thundered, infused with unyielding power:
"Shatter."
The chains trembled violently.
Several cracked and snapped under the weight of his command.
But some stubborn links clung on, refusing to break.
Noah gritted his teeth.
Then Elira stepped forward, her finger glowing with a cold, pale light.
She pressed it gently against the fragile soul.
And spoke.
Her voice was not human.
It was the voice of a concept.
Of inevitability.
"Unbind for me."
The effect was immediate.
The chains shattered like fragile glass, exploding into dust.
Solaris stared blankly, stunned beyond reason.
For the first time since she was fifteen—
She was free.
The leash tying her to the Goddess had snapped.
But at what cost?
Solaris raised her head and looked at Noah and Elira.
They were smiling at her.
But to Solaris, they didn't look human anymore.
They looked like devils.
Yet strangely, she felt no hatred.
Instead—
A new feeling stirred inside her chest.
Something childish.
Something she didn't even realize she had lost long ago.
Desire.
Long buried under years of servitude and faith.
'Freedom...' she thought.
'What does it feel like, to truly be free?'
She remembered the endless chains of duty.
The suffocating fear that one wrong thought could get her killed.
The crushing knowledge that the Goddess saw her as a tool, nothing more.
But now—
Solaris felt the truth.
No SS-rank being should live chained.
Not her.
Not anyone.
She looked again at Noah and Elira.
And a dangerous thought echoed in her mind.
'I want to be like them.'
'I want to be free.'
'I want to laugh while crushing my enemies.'
'I want to live.'
Was this what it meant to exist without chains? To choose, to desire, to sin—and not be judged?
Without the Goddess shackling her soul, without the constant fear, without the obligation to serve...
Solaris made her decision.
"I'll join you," she said, her voice trembling with raw emotion.
"I'll tell you everything I know about the Goddess... and about the Chosen One."
Her golden eyes gleamed.
"I'll take over the Church for you."
"I'll make it yours."
"I'll even crush the human kingdoms... I have the perfect weapon to destroy the royal family."
She paused, then lowered her head slightly.
Just slightly—
Her pride as an SS-rank wouldn't allow her to kneel fully.
"I only ask one thing."
Her voice was clear.
"Let me be free."
"Don't bind me."
"I don't want to live in fear of you the way I lived in fear of her."
Noah listened silently.
He understood.
He had always believed that binding someone's soul was a foolish choice.
It only bred resentment.
He smiled softly.
"Fine."
"I won't bind you."
With a flick of his hand, Solaris's soul was gently returned to her body.
Her shadow rejoined her as well, sliding back into place.
Solaris inhaled sharply.
For the first time in her life—
She was whole.
Noah crouched down, his silver eyes gleaming.
"But remember."
"If you betray us—"
He smiled darkly.
"There won't be a place in this world—or the next—where you can hide."
"You'll wish you had stayed chained to your Goddess."
Solaris's expression turned solemn.
After what she had witnessed today, she knew:
Betrayal would mean death beyond death.
"Don't worry," she said seriously.
"It won't happen."
Noah chuckled.
"Good."
He turned away, waving casually over his shoulder.
"Welcome to the team, Solaris."
"Welcome to the group that will dominate this world."
"Elira, Shadeva—show her everything she needs to know."
"Solaris—tell them everything."
With that, Noah vanished.
He returned to his room, collapsing onto his bed without a second thought.
The chaos of the past days finally catching up with him.
He was asleep within seconds.
...
Meanwhile—
Far, far away—
The Goddess Justicia roared in fury.
She had felt it.
The moment Solaris's soul slipped from her control.
Someone had broken her divine bindings.
But she couldn't see who.
It was as if Solaris was hidden in a realm beyond her sight.
A special realm.
A dungeon, or worse.
Justicia's voice shook the heavens as she growled:
"This is going too far."
"First Elizabeth, now Solaris?"
"What do they take me for?!"
She gritted her teeth.
The worst part?
She didn't even know the culprit this time.
If she realized it was Noah again, she might have descended immediately in blind rage to kill him herself.
But for now—
She could only wait.
The balance of divine energy prevented her from acting too recklessly.
Not even a full day had passed since she had blessed Elijah.
She couldn't interfere again so soon.
She clenched her fists in frustration.
"This world..." she growled.
"This world is slipping through my fingers."
But her golden eyes flared dangerously.
"I will not give up."
"This world is mine."
"My path to ascension depends on it."
Her divine presence boiled, making the very realm tremble.
"And if it comes to it—"
"I will descend personally."
"And tear them apart."
—End of Chapter 82—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC83: Resentment
Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Resentment
Chapter 83 - Resentment
Elijah sat silently at the head of the table.
Leona stood at his side, serene and beautiful like a doll sculpted for war.
Before him, Isac, Albert, and Luke sat stiffly, tension bleeding from their very pores.
Elijah's expression was twisted into a deep, ugly frown.
He had just returned from his mission—
and despite managing to wound the beast, he failed to kill it.
The mission was marked as half-complete.
The taste of failure soured his mood, made his blood simmer.
And now—
these fools dared to spout nonsense before him?
Elijah's voice cut through the silence like a knife:
"What did you just say, Luke?"
The room's temperature dropped sharply.
A terrifying pressure radiated from Elijah's body.
Luke instinctively flinched, sweat trickling down his back.
But he forced the words out, teeth gritted.
"I've... been punished by the Student Council," Luke muttered.
"I won't be able to help you for a while. I have mandatory punishment tasks to complete."
Elijah tilted his head slightly, his golden eyes glowing faintly.
"I don't give a fuck about your punishment, Luke," he said, voice dripping with contempt.
"What I want to know is—"
His gaze sharpened into a blade.
"Did you just say you tried to beat Sophie?"
The temperature surged.
Behind Elijah, a faint silhouette of a burning phoenix manifested, wings spread in silent fury.
"How dare you?" Elijah whispered, his voice cold enough to freeze fire.
"I told you—Sophie is mine. No one touches her. No one touches any of the women I set my eyes on."
"You were given a simple task."
"Disturb Noah's faction.
Cause chaos.
But never engage directly."
His words hit like hammer strikes.
"How useless can you be?"
"You—"
"SHUT UP!" Luke snapped.
The words exploded from his mouth before he could stop them.
The room froze.
Even the air seemed to still.
after months of being insulted, ignored, treated like trash—Luke finally exploded.
He stood up, fists clenched, his face twisted in rage.
"Shut up, you fucking horny bastard," he snarled.
"Sophie doesn't care about you."
"None of the girls you lust after do."
Isac and Albert's faces turned pale.
'What the fuck is he doing?'
"Luke, calm do—!"
Isac tried to speak, but Luke barreled on.
"No, Isac. No more 'calm down.'"
He pointed straight at Elijah, who stared at him with burning golden eyes.
"Chosen One?" Luke spat. "You're nothing."
"That bitch Sophie was ready to kill all of us when she thought Noah was dead."
"She fought Damon."
"Do you even realize what that means?"
He laughed bitterly.
"And guess what?"
"They failed. Noah is still alive."
"And Elizabeth—the Saintess or rather former Saintess herself—"
"She survived too."
Luke's eyes burned with manic intensity.
"Now she knows we tried to kill her."
"Our oracle's gone."
"We're back to square one."
"No," he corrected himself. "It's even worse."
He pointed a shaking finger at Elijah.
"And it's all because of you."
"You were supposed to handle Elizabeth."
"But instead—you were busy chasing skirts."
His gaze shifted to Leona, who wore a small, mocking smile.
"Especially this bitch."
"Open your eyes, Elijah! She's playing you."
"How can you be so blind?"
"Chosen One, my ass."
Luke's breathing was ragged.
All the resentment he had buried deep inside finally erupted.
This man—this arrogant, lustful bastard—was dragging them all down.
Meanwhile, Isac and Albert were frozen in terror.
'You fucking idiot!'
'You just doomed us all!'
They understood better than anyone.
Elijah wasn't just strong.
He was their lifeline.
Without him—they were nothing.
And now...
It was over.
Elijah slowly rose from his seat.
The golden aura surrounding him flared, and a deep, ancient golden sword of burning light materialized in his hand.
The room was suddenly suffocating.
Like standing before a merciless executioner.
One ready to kill for his goddess.
"I have tolerated you insects long enough," Elijah said quietly.
"And now—you dare to accuse me?"
He moved closer to Luke, each step echoing like a death knell.
"You dare tell me Sophie doesn't care about me?"
"You dare call the woman I love a bitch?"
Each word dripped with lethal intent.
The heat rose exponentially.
Flames burst into existence around him, the very air igniting under his fury.
"You—"
"Deserve—"
"Death."
Elijah raised his sword—
But before it could fall, a soft voice cut through the rage.
"Don't do it, my love."
Leona's voice was sweet and soothing, like a cool balm poured onto a raging inferno.
She walked forward and wrapped her arms around him from behind.
"Don't kill him," she whispered.
"It's not worth it."
"If you kill him, the Academy will interfere."
"You'll lose time."
"You'll fall behind Noah."
Her voice grew softer, almost hypnotic.
"And I don't want to see you lose."
"You are the Chosen One. The blessed one."
"How can someone like you lose to trash?"
Elijah's trembling slowed.
He lowered his sword slowly, his golden eyes dimming.
He turned to Leona, gazing at her with adoration.
"You're the only one who understands me," he said softly.
He took her hand, grasping it tightly, a faint smile crossing his lips.
The golden sword faded from existence.
Without sparing another glance at Luke, Elijah turned and walked away.
At his side, Kitsune—his contracted beast—appeared, nuzzling his shoulder affectionately.
With Kitsune perched on him, Leona beside him, Elijah radiated supreme arrogance.
At the door, he stopped.
He didn't turn back.
He didn't need to.
His voice echoed coldly through the room:
"I don't need you anymore."
"Our deal ends today."
"And good luck winning the throne without me."
He disappeared, leaving behind silence.
Crushing, suffocating silence.
For a moment, no one moved.
Then—
Albert snapped.
He lunged at Luke and punched him viciously.
"You fucking idiot!" he roared, landing blow after blow.
"Do you even realize what you've done?!"
Luke didn't fight back.
He just stood there, accepting the beating.
Isac sighed heavily.
"Stop, Albert," he said.
"There's no point."
Albert finally relented, breathing heavily, fury radiating from every pore.
"But what now?" he demanded.
"Without Elijah's power, we're finished."
"How do we stand against Sophie—with Noah backing her?"
"How do we fight the first-year monsters?"
Isac stayed silent for a long time.
Then he looked up.
And his eyes were dark.
"Simple."
"If the Chosen One won't help us..."
He smiled grimly.
"Then we'll seek the villains instead."
Albert's eyes widened.
"Don't tell me—"
Isac nodded slowly.
"Contact the demons."
"I have a proposition for them."
—End of Chapter 83—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC84: The Crow's orders
Chapter 84: Chapter 84: The Crow's orders
Chapter 84 – The Crow's Orders
Elijah and Leona walked side by side, chatting casually.
"So, how close are you to S-rank?" Elijah asked, excitement clear in his voice.
He couldn't wait anymore.
He wanted to claim her—
Body and soul.
Well, especially her body.
Leona smiled wryly.
"You think reaching S-rank is easy, love?"
Elijah tilted his head, arrogant as ever.
"I'm almost there," he said, like it was no big deal.
Leona chuckled softly.
"Well, not everyone's a genius like you, my love. I'm sure even Noah's far behind you."
"You're truly the best," she added sweetly.
Foxy, perched on his shoulder, snuggled into him more, as if agreeing.
Elijah lifted his chin, a proud smirk on his lips.
Leona smiled too—
but inside, she was laughing.
'Yes... Get even more arrogant.
Throw everyone aside, thinking they're useless.'
'When the time comes, you'll be all alone against Noah and his team.'
'And you'll fall.'
She could already imagine his face the day he realized the truth—
That she had belonged to Noah from the very start.
But for now, she stayed perfect. She will perfectly play her role until the end.
No one will suspect her.
When they reached Elijah's room, she gave him a kiss on the cheek and left quickly. Not wanting to be dragged inside.
And she needed to hurry.
To report everything to Noah.
"I wonder if I'll get another reward," she whispered, smiling in anticipation.
But then—
She stopped dead.
A young man stood a few meters ahead.
Black hair. Black eyes. And no mana at all around him.
As if the world itself rejected his existence.
Lucius.
The Anti-Mana freak.
Leona narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Do you need something?" she asked, guarded.
She knew him—
They were in the same class, after all.
Even if most people avoided him because of his weird, unsettling aura.
Lucius smiled.
A slow, eerie smile.
And said one word:
"Tenebris."
—Goosebumps.
Leona's whole body froze, her eyes wide.
Before she could even react, Lucius disappeared.
Without thinking, Leona chased after him.
'How?!'
'How does he know?!'
Only Noah was supposed to know.
Only him.
So how could this guy know?
After a minute of running, she found herself in a secluded, dead-silent part of the Academy.
Lucius was there, waiting, still smiling that creepy smile.
"Don't be so nervous," he said, laughing lightly.
He raised his palm.
On it—a tattoo of a black crow.
Leona's heart dropped.
"You're one of us," she muttered.
Finally understanding.
But something didn't add up.
"How do you know who I am?" she asked sharply.
"We're not supposed to know each other.
For security."
Lucius nodded lazily.
"Yeah. I didn't know."
"Until yesterday."
He chuckled.
"The crow herself told me."
He stared directly into her eyes.
"But she also said you haven't been sending reports for over a month."
"You ignored her messages."
"And now—she's suspicious."
Leona clenched her teeth.
Lucius took a few steps closer.
"But I managed to calm her down."
"Good thing you're still doing your job—getting close to Elijah and all."
"But that wasn't your only mission, remember?"
"You were supposed to approach Noah too."
Leona scowled.
"And how exactly was I supposed to do that?"
"You know damn well how those two hate each other."
"I'm already risking my life getting close to Elijah.
You want me to risk it with Noah too?"
"If he thinks I'm Elijah's spy, he'll kill me.
Or worse."
Lucius laughed sheepishly.
He knew Leona was right.
But he had no choice; he had been given the order to interrogate her.
Leona added sharply:
"You were the most logical choice, Lucius."
"You didn't officially join any faction."
"You could've slid into Noah's side easily and even be part of his faction to earn some points."
Lucius scratched the back of his head, looking away.
"That guy scares the shit out of me.
How can you expect me to approach him?"
Leona snorted.
"Figures."
"You're scared, but you want me to handle it."
Lucius smiled sheepishly.
"Hey, I'm just the messenger."
"But seriously—"
His face darkened.
"The crow's pissed," he said bluntly.
"You'd better answer her soon."
"Or she might decide you're a liability."
His eyes darkened even more.
"And when that happens—"
He didn't finish.
He didn't need to.
Leona cursed under her breath.
Lucius stepped closer, voice dropping even lower.
"And there's more."
"The crow sent urgent orders."
"We need to bring Noah to the Demon Continent."
"As soon as possible."
Leona stared at him, stunned.
"Why the rush?"
"I don't know," Lucius said grimly.
"But something's changed."
"They can't wait anymore."
He paused.
"And if we fail—"
He smiled without humor.
"Both of us are dead."
Leona's heart pounded.
'How the hell am I supposed to convince my master, Noah, to take that risk?'
Still, she forced herself to stay calm.
She had no choice. She will tell everything to Noah and let him decide.
But Hopefully...he will choose to go to the demon continent.
She was not ready yet to be targeted by Crow. That woman is too scary.
"I understand," she said at last, turning away.
"I'll find a way."
Lucius called after her:
"Are you sure?
I mean—if you're not confident—"
Leona snapped her head around, eyes flashing.
"I said—just fucking wait."
Lucius threw up his hands in mock surrender.
"Alright, alright."
As Leona vanished into the night, Lucius stood alone, muttering under his breath:
"Such a vulgar woman."
He shook his head and turned toward the Academy's entertainment district.
"Well—time for some fun."
He grinned.
If he beat up a few first-years and stole their points tonight, he could gamble again. And earn back all the points he had lost yesterday.
"This time those fuckers will pay for tricking me."
He said while walking, going straight to bully some weak first year students.
Yes indeed—
Lucius was a bully, a gambler, and a hopeless degenerate.
Maybe that's why he was such a damn good spy.
Because no one ever took him seriously.
—End of Chapter 84—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC85: Shadowy Love
Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Shadowy Love
Chapter 85: Shadowy Love
Noah stirred awake after a deep, satisfying sleep.
The first thing his eyes met was Leona, standing silently by his bed, watching him.
He sighed quietly.
Even before being fully awake, he knew — something unfavorable must have happened.
He sat up, resting his back against the cold wall, gaze calm but wary.
"Leona, how have you been? I hope being with Elijah was... entertaining," he said, his voice still soft with sleep.
Leona bowed her head low.
"Master, I have been well. As for Elijah..."
A smirk played on her lips.
"I have good news for you."
Noah raised an eyebrow lazily.
"Good news? What a delightful surprise."
"But first," he added, voice gaining a little edge, "did he manage to kill that beast?"
Leona tilted her head slightly, not understanding why he asked that.
"No, Master. The beast managed to escape."
A simple, pleased smile formed on Noah's lips.
"Good."
He stretched his arms slightly, then leaned forward with interest.
"Now then — I'm all ears. Tell me the good news."
Leona straightened herself, her voice gaining a spark of excitement.
"Elijah had a falling out with the royal brothers. He's alone now — and they no longer have his support for the battle for the throne."
Noah's eyebrow lifted in mild surprise.
"Oh? How curious. What happened to cause such a situation?"
Leona hesitated for a fraction of a second.
But she knew better than to hide it.
If he found out from someone else, her life might not be worth much.
She bowed her head lower and spoke.
"Luke and his lackey attacked Sophie."
Silence fell like a hammer.
"Come again?" Noah's voice dropped to a deadly cold tone.
The air around him grew heavier.
The temperature of the room dropped sharply.
Leona visibly shivered.
She hurried to explain, tripping over her words in her haste.
"Nothing happened to her, Master! They underestimated her. Sophie almost killed them all. They only survived because Teacher Damon intervened!"
She rushed the words out, desperate to calm him before he did something drastic.
Noah's gaze narrowed. His voice, low and dangerous, cut through the air.
"That's not the point."
He paused, then chuckled coldly.
"The point is... what gave them the courage to attack my wife?"
Another short silence.
Then Noah laughed — a sound without warmth.
"Oh, I see now. They must have assumed I was dead.
Now they think they can act without fearing my wrath."
How very daring.
"But still," he said thoughtfully, "why would this cause a separation between them? They should be celebrating."
Leona shuffled nervously before answering.
"Well... Elijah still sees Sophie and all the other women as his. He said no one should touch them, that he would take care of them himself."
Her voice grew smaller.
"This made Luke snap... and things happened."
"So..." Noah leaned back, laughing louder now.
"Elijah still has eyes for my women?"
He smirked darkly.
"Let him."
His silver eyes gleamed with dangerous amusement.
"He will face the bitter truth soon enough.
That he is nothing.
And none of my women care about him."
After all...
They are all obsessed with me.
Noah chuckled softly, satisfied with the thought.
"Anything else?" he asked smoothly.
Leona swallowed, then finally gathered her courage.
"Lucius... the anti-mana guy... is a spy like me," she said in one breath. "He told me my former master wants me to take you to the demon continent as soon as possible. If I fail, both he and I will be killed."
She finished, then fell completely silent, head bowed low.
Noah blinked once.
"Oh? Fine."
He said it so simply that Leona looked up in stunned surprise.
"You look shocked," Noah teased.
"I was already planning to go to the other continent anyway."
After all, I need to gain support — and take control of the world — to accomplish what I have in mind.
And along the way, search for the other Champions... if they exist.
Leona's eyes lit up in relief.
"Thank you, Master. I was... really afraid for my life."
Noah laughed lightly.
"Afraid of your own Master?"
Leona grumbled under her breath.
"She's too scary. You'll see for yourself. If she told us to bring you there, it means she's planning to meet you personally."
"And, Master..." she added cautiously, "it's really dangerous. Are you sure you want to go? Your life could truly be at risk."
Noah smiled at her — a smile full of terrifying confidence.
"Don't worry. Taking my life isn't that easy."
After all, I have my sugar mommy Elira, my original Shadeva... and my own formidable talents.
He smirked.
"Yes, killing me is no simple task."
Leona said nothing, simply observing the sheer self-assurance radiating off him.
Noah stretched lazily.
"So, Lucius is a spy? How amusing."
He chuckled.
"Another one to blackmail, I suppose."
He paused, then tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"I'm getting really good at blackmailing people... Not good. My reputation will suffer."
He mused aloud without any shame.
"What will the others think of me? A blackmailing bastard? Damn, that won't do."
"Maybe I should found a Blackmail Association. First rule: never admit you're a blackmailer."
Leona heard everything.
Wisely, she chose to exercise her right to remain silent.
After all... she already thinks her Master is a blackmailing bastard.
Noah abruptly turned his sharp silver gaze on her.
"Did you just insult me?"
Yelp—!
Leona yelped in panic.
"No no no, Master! How dare I?!" she said hurriedly, laughing nervously.
"I'll take my leave now, Master! Take care!"
She fled.
Noah chuckled, watching her scurry away.
"How cute," he murmured.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment, thinking.
Aphasia...
He still didn't have a clear plan for her.
Zara and Alice too.
But Zara would be easy — Neko would probably sing his praises endlessly, making Zara more open to him.
But Aphasia and Alice...
He frowned slightly.
Alice is a dragon, he thought.
Even if, according to Elira, her bloodline isn't very pure.
Still, her talent is evolving toward EX Unique rank... maybe that's why she's so quiet lately? Her talent must be unstable.
He considered carefully.
"What if I help her with that?" Noah muttered.
"Maybe by stabilizing her evolution, I can gain more of her affection?"
His eyes brightened.
It seemed like a feasible plan.
"And how?" he mused.
"Maybe purifying her bloodline would speed things up."
He nodded to himself.
"I'll talk to Elira about it."
As for Aphasia...
He was still completely in the dark.
He scratched his head.
"And so..." he said with a smirk, "let's do it the old-fashioned way."
The way of his previous life — Earth.
When a man liked a woman, he approached her, stated his intentions.
They would talk frequently — the famous 'talking stage'.
Then, dates, gifts... and if all went well, a relationship.
It was a long game.
But Noah didn't mind.
Still, if he was going to start...
He would start with a bang.
With a flick of his fingers, he summoned the corpse of the Wyvern.
As a Creator, Noah could craft anything — as long as he had the right materials.
With his Title and his Affinity, even the extraordinary was within his reach.
He activated his Title.
Rainbow-hued mana whirled around him, condensing into his palm — the power of Creation.
The process wasn't complicated:
He needed only a clear image of what he wanted — the structure, the type, the abilities.
For Aphasia — a royal elf, sole heir to a continent, master of spirits...
"But currently, she's limited to basic elemental spirits," Noah thought.
The rarer spirits — shadows, illusions, death — were harder to control and far more dangerous.
But...
With the right medium, things could change.
"A small bracelet," he decided.
"Designed to increase her sensitivity to shadows, and make shadow spirits more receptive to her."
"And the name?"
He smirked without shame.
"Shadowy Love."
Cringe? Maybe. But it doesn't matter.
He gave the command silently.
Mana drained rapidly from him, engulfing the Wyvern's corpse in blinding light.
shadows swirling, light flickering—
Minutes later, the body disappeared completely.
In its place was a bracelet — sleek, black, and shaped like a coiled Wyvern.
Mystical. Beautiful.
⸻
[Name: Shadowy Love]
[Creator: Noah Weaverheart]
[Functions:]
— Increases sensitivity to shadow elements.
— Enhances affinity with shadow spirits.
⸻
Noah smiled, admiring his work.
"Well... this will do.
Hopefully, you'll help me win her heart a little faster."
—End of Chapter 85—
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Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Dear Princess
Chapter 86: Spirits and new Feelings
In the quiet solitude of the training grounds, Aphasia sat cross-legged, deep in meditation.
Mana surged around her in elegant waves, and spirits of every basic element swirled around her — fire, earth, wind, water. The sight was dazzling, like a dance of colors woven into harmony.
But that was all.
Just the basics.
For most, it would have been more than enough. In fact, it should've been enough even for her.
But ever since she met Elijah... and especially Noah, her ambitions had shifted.
She no longer wanted to settle.
No — she craved more.
She needed more. She needed the rarer elements to heed her call.
But...
"This is too difficult," she muttered with a sigh.
She could communicate with them, yes. But the rare spirits refused to obey.
And when she asked why, their answer had always been the same.
"I am not worthy, huh?" she echoed softly.
Her hands curled into fists, frustration bubbling to the surface.
"How am I not worthy? I have an SSS-rank talent. I'm a pure-blooded elf. I'm the heir to an entire continent! So tell me — if I'm not worthy, then who is?!"
Her voice rose in fury, anger finally spilling out in a raw shout.
She panted. Her body trembled. The basic elementals fluttered closer, drawn by concern — trying to soothe her.
But she waved them off sharply.
"Move!" she snapped.
The spirits recoiled in fear, scattering instantly.
Aphasia exhaled deeply, calming herself. She wanted to try again—
"That's not how you treat your spirits, dear princess."
She froze.
That voice.
Her head snapped toward the sound, eyes narrowing — only to widen in shock.
Noah stood there, absurdly beautiful, his purple hair tied in a loose ponytail, soft strands glistening with lingering frost. His silver eyes were like mirrors, reflecting the world with perfect clarity.
His aura didn't press down on her. It wasn't domineering.
It was calm.
Still.
And it was that calm that was most unnerving.
"What are you doing here? This is my private training ground," Aphasia said coldly, eyes sharp.
"Who gave you permission?"
Noah didn't even flinch. He walked forward casually, unbothered.
As he did, small glimmers of elemental fireflies appeared around him — frost-colored, shadowy-black, sword-shaped. They gathered at his side, chirping joyfully like they'd found a long-lost friend.
Aphasia's heart skipped a beat.
Because what she was seeing...
It wasn't supposed to be possible.
All these spirits — shadow, frost, and sword — rare spirits that had ignored her for weeks...
were flocking around Noah in joy.
BADUM—!
Her heartbeat pounded.
There was something unique that came with affinities above SSS rank — an abnormal depth of connection to certain spirits. That was what she was seeing now.
Noah, gently and effortlessly, reached out and stroked the spirits with calm reverence. They responded with pure joy, nuzzling him and clinging to him playfully.
"H-How... how are you doing this?" she asked, voice unsteady.
"Do you also have a spirit affinity?"
Noah smiled, then shook his head slowly.
"No. I can see them, but I don't have a spiritual affinity. I can't command them like you."
He paused.
"But I can ask. And sometimes, they listen."
He glanced at the floating fireflies, then back at her.
"There are many types among them. They're not just energy — they're living beings. Each one with emotions, personalities, preferences."
He looked into her wide, pink eyes.
"Don't treat your spirits so harshly," he said gently. "They feel. Like you. If you treat them like tools... their effectiveness plummets."
He took a step closer.
"I'm not lacking in effectiveness," Aphasia snapped defensively.
"Because of your talent, yes," Noah replied calmly. "You can force them to obey. But..."
He looked around.
"They don't love you, Aphasia. They fear you."
He returned his gaze to her, voice steady.
"That only works on the basics. But for the higher spirits? Fear doesn't work. That's why you can't reach them."
"Because you're doing it wrong."
Aphasia clenched her jaw. "What am I doing wrong? This is just how my talent works. What do you want me to do?!"
She was tired. Frustrated. And now Noah was acting like he understood her gift better than she did. It stung.
But he didn't waver.
"They're not tools. They're companions. You already have a deep connection with spirits — stronger than anyone I've ever seen. So why waste that on control?"
"Talk to them. Get to know them. Find out what they like, what they hate. What they're good at."
He paused meaningfully.
"Treat them like family."
"And you'll see just how powerful that bond can become."
Aphasia said nothing.
Her mind was spinning.
Because deep down, she knew he was right.
She'd never communicated with her spirits. She'd ruled over them. Like a Queen barking orders.
That was the problem.
Her eyes widened.
That's why they say I'm not worthy... Because of my attitude.
Then... if I change... will I have a chance to—
She cut herself off.
She inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly.
'Forget the word command,' she told herself.
'Don't command. Communicate. Forge bonds.'
She opened her eyes again — and found Noah still smiling gently at her.
There was a warmth in that smile that made her feel strange.
"Why are you helping me?" she asked, trying to ignore the flutter in her chest.
But then Noah's next words shattered her composure completely.
"Because I like you."
Aphasia's eyes went wide.
"W-What?!"
Noah just smiled again. "I like you," he repeated calmly.
Aphasia instinctively stepped back.
No one had ever said that to her — not like this. Not so plainly.
Noah followed.
She kept backing up until—
Her back hit the wall.
He chuckled softly.
"I didn't know you were this shy, princess."
He leaned in, just an inch away, one hand placed beside her on the wall.
"Yes, Aphasia. I like you. That's why I'm helping you. That's why I want you to succeed.
Because I want to see you smile — not that cold, tired frown you always wear."
He reached into his pocket and pulled something out.
The bracelet.
Shadowy Love.
He gently took her hand — and although she flinched — he placed it around her wrist.
"This is a gift. It'll help you bond with shadow spirits. Not control — bond. But only if you approach them with respect and care."
The moment the bracelet touched her skin, Aphasia felt it.
A wave of connection.
The shadows... felt closer. As if now, if she just tried a little harder, they would accept her.
She stared at him, stunned.
"H-How did you get this? This is... I can't accept something this precious."
As a spirit user, she knew how rare artifacts like this were. It was nearly impossible to find or create.
But Noah just smiled.
"Take it. I don't need it."
Then his grin turned playful.
"And if you're so grateful... why not be my girlfriend, princess?"
Aphasia flushed crimson.
"I-I mean..."
Noah laughed lightly. "No pressure. Think about it."
Then he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
He stepped back.
"I'll be waiting for a positive answer."
And with that, he vanished — teleported away, leaving her speechless.
Aphasia remained frozen, cheeks burning, heart racing.
She looked down at the bracelet.
She could feel the shadow spirits now.
Truly feel them.
Then she thought of Noah.
His calm.
His smile.
His power.
His shameless flirtation.
Despite herself, a small smile curved her lips.
She sighed helplessly and whispered,
"What a good player..."
[Aphasia's feelings have reached 55%.]
—End of Chapter 86—
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Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Filthy being
Chapter 87: Filthy being
[Aphasia's feelings for you have reached 55%.]
Noah smiled at the notification.
He hadn't expected it to be this easy to raise her feelings to 55% in a single encounter.
"Maybe I've been underestimating my beauty a little too much," he said smugly.
Now that Aphasia was secured, he could breathe a bit easier.
Zara and Alice were still left, but he'd handle them soon—together if necessary.
"And once I have all the girls, I'll inherit their talents, affinities, bloodlines... even their race and physique."
He smirked.
Between Elizabeth's celestial bloodline, Zara's human-demon hybrid heritage, Leona's dragon-demon power, and Aphasia's pure-blooded elf lineage and ridiculous talent—
He could barely contain his excitement.
"I wonder what kind of being I'll become once I have it all," he mused.
But one thing was certain:
He would become something that has never existed before.
He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. First, he had a more pressing matter. He wanted to directly go to the demon continent with Leona, but...
"Someone dared to touch my wife?"
His expression grew cold.
"How can I let that go so easily?"
Then he vanished—leaving behind a patch of land frozen solid beneath his feet.
...
Noah appeared in a simple room, bathed in red.
His eyes scanned the surroundings.
What he saw made his blood run cold.
Sophie.
Pictures of her—everywhere.
On the walls, on the shelves. Images of her from every angle, even as a child.
On the floor, several of those photos were stained with a... disturbing white substance.
Noah's aura dropped.
His gaze landed on the bed—where Luke lay sleeping peacefully.
But his words, spoken in sleep, were anything but peaceful.
"Sophie... ah... Sophie, you're mine..."
"I'll kill Elijah... I'll kill Noah... you'll belong to me."
"You're mine. You're mine... Even if I have to make you suffer..."
It was a broken mantra. Obsessive. Eerie. Deranged.
Noah's fists clenched.
He hadn't known Luke's obsession ran this deep. The anger boiling inside him felt ready to explode.
He clapped his hands once—
CLAP!
Luke's eyes snapped open in terror.
"W-Who... who's there?!"
His gaze locked with Noah's.
Silver eyes.
Icy. Merciless.
"Noah?!" Luke stammered, pale. "H-How are you here?! This room—this is supposed to be sealed! Protected! You—"
"Save me your bullshit," Noah said flatly.
He was done talking.
He stepped forward, frost trailing with each step. "I didn't plan to kill you. I just wanted to teach you a lesson."
Luke couldn't move. His body was frozen—both by fear and Noah's pressure.
"But I've changed my mind."
Noah leaned close, locking eyes with him.
"Your precious Aunt Emily... she wanted your whole family dead."
Luke's eyes widened in horror.
"I hesitated at first. I'm not a mass murderer."
Noah smiled—but it wasn't kind.
"But now? Now, I've made my decision.
You will all die. Starting with you."
His voice dropped. Cold.
"How dare you look at Sophie like that? Like she's some object to be owned? A thing to possess? Something to defile for your sick fantasies?"
"You filthy bastard."
Before Luke could even scream—
"Ice of Blood."
Luke froze from the inside out.
His blood crystallized.
His life ended in silence.
Pathetic.
Noah reached out and grasped his soul. With his soul manipulation, he witnessed Luke's memories.
He saw Luke clinging to Sophie like a loyal dog since childhood.
Begging his parents to arrange a marriage with her.
Despair when Sophie was engaged to Noah.
But Noah didn't care about any of that.
Because he also saw the truth.
The cruelty.
The sick fantasies.
The servants forced to dye their hair red, made to look like Sophie, abused in private while his family turned a blind eye.
Noah's eyes darkened.
"Yes. You all deserve to die."
Then, in Luke's final soul memory, he saw it—
Isac telling Albert to contact the demon clan.
A smirk tugged at Noah's lips.
"So... it's time to wrap up this little battle for the throne."
With a flick of his finger, nothingness swept through the room.
Every trace.
Every memory.
Every speck of filth.
Gone.
Even Luke's soul—erased.
"I won't let anyone see my wife like that," Noah muttered.
He looked up.
"My dear dragon, would you mind handling the cleanup?"
A soft, melodious voice echoed:
"Of course, my love."
Elira's voice.
Noah smiled gently. Just as he was about to teleport back to his room—
A voice echoed in his mind.
Childlike. Absolute.
"My lucky star... come meet your biggest supporter."
FWOOSH—!
Noah vanished again.
...
In the white realm—
Elira, Shadeva, and Solaris were watching.
Time passed slowly here, manipulated by Elira herself.
"You really let the World's Will meet him alone?" Solaris asked, surprised.
"Why not go with him?"
Elira smiled. "I know my husband. He'll be fine."
"And how can he not be? He's the one who gathered the three of us together."
"A dragon, an unfathomable shadow being, and a Saintess beyond Saintess..."
They all smiled wryly.
They hadn't expected things to develop this way.
Noah was truly... incredible.
Solaris looked thoughtful. "But his power... that thing he just used—to erase everything... How?"
"Before, he had a sword that could cut my affinity. Now this? Not to mention that terrifying ice..."
It's really too much.
Elira simply smiled, proud.
"That's my husband."
Then she added, more seriously,
"Don't spread the secret between the Emperor's brother and Emily. Noah didn't want Sophie's name to be tarnished."
"And go back to manage the church for Noah, why are you still here?"
Solaris sighed. "Fine, fine. Guess I'll return to managing the Church."
But she lingered.
"I just want to enjoy my free time while I can. Is that a crime, you pedo—"
She froze.
Elira's eyes narrowed dangerously. Her white eyes glowed with intensity.
"Just I dare you to finish that sentence."
Solaris wisely shut up. She knew better than to provoke this crazy obsessed dragon.
Shadeva watched with a small, almost hidden smile.
The banter reminded her of her long-lost siblings.
'I really miss those little bastards...' she thought, wistful.
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Chapter 88: Chapter 88: Meeting with Laeh
Chapter 88: Meeting with Laeh
Noah appeared in a strange realm.
A swirling sea of color extended endlessly in every direction—every hue imaginable flowing and dancing together in divine harmony, as if existence itself was painting in real time.
This was no ordinary place.
It was sacred.
It was Laeh's domain—the personal space of the world's will.
Suspended midair, legs crossed in a relaxed posture, sat a figure. A young boy with green hair flowing softly, eyes glowing with ancient calm. And on his face—a gentle, inviting smile.
"My lucky star," Laeh said warmly, "we finally meet."
Noah's muscles tensed. Instinctively, his guard rose. There was something unnatural about Laeh's voice. It was calm... but too calm. Smooth, but carrying a weight he couldn't quite measure. It pressed on the soul—not maliciously, but overwhelmingly.
"...Who are you?" Noah asked, his tone sharp.
Laeh's smile didn't falter. "No need to be nervous. I would never harm my lucky star. Not in a million years."
Noah narrowed his eyes. "Why do you keep calling me that? 'Lucky star'?"
He had no idea who—or what—this being truly was. But it clearly knew him.
"How could I not call you that?" Laeh chuckled softly. "You've created an entirely new race inside me. You gave me peace of mind—no longer haunted by fear that the shadow might one day snap and destroy me. You triggered the awakening of a celestial within me. You even formed a new Forbidden Zone."
Each word was delivered with quiet pride.
"All of that strengthened me. You've made me more. So yes, Noah Weaverheart... you are my lucky star."
BADUM—!
Noah's heart skipped a beat. Literally.
No way. It couldn't be...
"...Are you... the world?" he asked awkwardly.
Laeh laughed softly. "Yes. I am Laeh. The will of this world itself."
He gave a graceful nod. "It's good to finally meet you, Noah Weaverheart."
Noah blinked, still stunned. A world will. The world. Sentient. Speaking. Smiling at him.
That wasn't just rare—it was unprecedented.
Because no one in this world ever met Laeh in person. They might know his existence, but to meet Laeh, he has to acknowledge you first.
And it's not easy to gain the acknowledgment of a world.
So...
{Ding!}
{EXCEPTIONAL!}
{You are the first being in the world of Laeh to lay eyes on its will.}
{Title acquired: Loved by Laeh}
{Current State of Existence: 4800}
{Next Threshold: 5000}
The Akashic Record chimed quietly in the back of his mind. But Noah barely glanced at it. His focus was fully on Laeh.
"It's... an honor," he said, bowing slightly. "To meet the world itself."
Laeh's grin widened. "Indeed it is. But I like you, so it's only natural." He puffed his chest slightly with mock pride.
Noah smiled faintly, starting to get a feel for Laeh's playful temperament.
Then the world's will grew serious.
"Let's get to why you're here," Laeh said, his voice deepening.
"I've seen your actions. How openly you oppose Elijah. How carefully you've prepared. But I still must ask you, directly—"
He paused. The air around them shimmered.
"Are you truly ready? To go against Elijah... and the celestial backing him? Ready to face them all?"
Noah's eyes hardened. His voice was steady. "Yes. I'm ready."
Laeh nodded, pleased. But his expression remained grave.
"Then you should know—Elijah is not the only one."
Noah nodded calmly, unsurprised.
"Oh?" Laeh blinked. "You already know? How interesting."
He didn't realize Elira had already told Noah this. Her realm remained invisible to even Laeh's perception.
Still, he continued.
"Then you know—killing them won't be easy. Their guardians won't allow it. Especially the celestial. She's... fixated on him."
Noah tilted his head. "How many champions exist in total?"
"Laeh has three," Laeh replied. "Elijah... and two others. An elf. And a beastman."
Two more?
"Who backs them?" Noah asked.
"Their own kind," Laeh said. "There are higher elves. Divine beasts. Powerful factions existing in this vast universe."
Noah exhaled slowly, processing. This would get... messy.
"You wouldn't have brought me here just to dump bad news," he said. "So—what's your solution?"
Laeh smiled faintly. "Ah... sharp as ever."
"There are three paths you could take."
Noah listened, focused.
"First," Laeh said, "the dragons. Elira already favors you. With her support, you could gain full control over this world. And in doing so... you could keep me out of those endless cosmic wars."
"Second," he continued, "the demons. They're desperate. Leaderless. Looking for a champion. If you play your cards right, you could claim that title—and earn massive benefits."
Noah nodded along. So far, expected options.
"And the third?" he asked.
Here, Laeh hesitated. Then smirked.
"I've been watching you, my lucky star. And I noticed... you're very arrogant."
Noah arched a brow.
"So, knowing that, I prepared a third option. One that suits your kind of madness."
Laeh's tone dropped, almost reverent.
"I will bless you."
"I will bind your life to mine. So long as I live, you cannot die within my world."
His green eyes burned. "Even if your heart stops, your body breaks, your soul shatters—you'll live. Immortal. In this world."
"But I can't give you more than that. No divine powers. No guardian magic. Just this: a guarantee that death will never take you—unless I fall first."
Silence followed.
Then Noah smiled.
No. He grinned—devilishly.
"...That's more than enough."
He stepped forward slightly, his voice low, confident.
"Do you know why?" he asked calmly.
Their eyes met—silver and green, sharp as blades.
Laeh's smile twitched. "...Because you'll be able to go all out without fear."
Noah laughed lightly.
"Exactly."
They looked at one another for a moment.
Then both grinned. Not kindly.
But wickedly.
"Then go," Laeh said. "Go all out, my lucky star. I'll hold this world up for you."
"Show them what a pure being of my world can do."
"Show them we don't need divine scraps to protect our home."
Noah's grin widened.
"Just watch me."
{Ding!}
{EXCEPTIONAL!}
{Your title, Loved by Laeh, has been upgraded.}
{New title: Blessed by Laeh.}
{Current state of existence: 4900.}
{Next threshold: 5000.}
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Chapter 89: Chapter 89: Zara and Neko
Chapter 89: Letters, Lightnings, and Invitations
Noah reappeared in his room, the warmth of reality slipping back into his skin. Without wasting a second, he sank into his bed, exhaling deeply. He needed a moment—not for rest, but to organize his mind.
His meeting with Laeh had changed things.
Majorly.
Now, thanks to the will of the world itself, he had vital information: the identities of the remaining champions.
He ran a hand through his hair, speaking softly to himself.
"So the elf... a hidden member of the royal family. And the beastman... their queen. The mother of Ray and Domy."
A smile tugged at his lips.
How... intriguing.
"As for the demons, they don't have a champion," he muttered, eyes gleaming. "That's why they're courting me. Trying to draw me in."
That made it simpler. Knowing what your enemy wanted before the game even started was a massive advantage.
"And with Laeh behind me? Dying's basically off the table." His smile twisted, darker. "But immortality doesn't mean invincibility. I can still be caged. That... I won't allow."
His thoughts shifted. "Only Zara and Alice are left to bring in. And since I'm heading to the demon continent... why not take Zara with me?"
He chuckled to himself.
"A half-demon walking back into her ancestral lands? Maybe I'll get a front-row seat to some long-awaited revenge."
Already, he could taste the chaos to come.
But the road ahead was long.
The elf and beastman continents were next. The dwarves as well—though they seemed less important. And there was still that dungeon near the elf territory, where Elira had asked him to retrieve something.
So much to do. So little peace.
Noah moved over to his desk, pulling out a sheet of fine paper and a pen. Carefully, he began to write a letter—addressed to someone he hadn't seen in far too long.
His mother. Selene Weaverheart.
He missed her. Fiercely. And even if he couldn't go to her yet, he could send something to bridge the silence.
"Soon..." he whispered. "Let me wrap this all up. Then I'll come for you."
His pen glided across the page with careful affection. He didn't say much—just light, mundane things. No heavy revelations. Just words that would bring her a smile.
When he finished, he folded the letter with care and sealed it.
"My dear dragon," he called out softly, "mind delivering this for me?"
Elira's voice echoed sweetly into the room, sultry and amused. "Of course, my love."
The letter shimmered and vanished from his hands.
"Thank you," he murmured with a soft smile.
Time to move.
Before inviting Zara on his next journey, there was someone else he wanted to see.
His empress.
Noah stepped into Sophie's training grounds silently, cloaked in his Trickster's aura. Shadows clung to him, erasing his presence completely.
She sat cross-legged at the center of the field, lightning crackling around her in a mesmerizing storm. Not just red—no. Blue, purple, green, even white lightning coiled and sparked through the air.
She was trying to fuse them.
"Oh," Noah murmured, "she's attempting to merge them all into her red lightning."
That was no easy feat. Her SS-ranked talent allowed fusion—but not with control. She could mix powers, yes, but she couldn't shape the outcome. If she fused recklessly, her red lightning might transform into something unrecognizable.
And that red lightning... it wasn't just a skill. It was hers. A pure embodiment of her will to rule. Her identity.
Changing it would mean changing her.
She knew that. That's why she moved slow. Careful. Methodical.
Progress was gradual, but real.
Noah watched her, pride blooming in his chest. He could solve her problem in seconds. His Ultimate Fusion talent dwarfed hers in every way.
But he wouldn't.
He understood.
She wanted to earn it. To make it hers. That... was what mattered.
"I'll leave you to it, my empress," he whispered softly. "Show me your strength. Show me your greatness."
With a tender smile, he faded into the shadows again.
But as soon as he was gone, Sophie's lightning flickered. Her eyes snapped open, her breath catching.
She sensed something. An echo of sorrow, a whisper of warmth suddenly missing.
She turned—and gasped.
Before her lay dozens of ice lotuses, shimmering delicately. At their center, a message etched into the frozen ground:
"I didn't want to disturb you, so I left this instead, my dear empress.
I miss you. I believe in you. I know you'll succeed.
I'm heading to the demon continent for a quick trip.
Oh, and I hope you don't mind—I took care of Luke. He's already dead.
Killed by me.
I love you. Take care of yourself.
Your husband."
Sophie stood frozen, eyes wide. Slowly, a radiant smile formed on her lips.
He was sweet. He was cruel. He was unstoppable.
And he was hers.
"I'll succeed, dear husband," she whispered, clutching one of the lotuses in her hand. Its chill was delicate. Almost sacred.
"I'll make you proud."
With newfound fire in her veins, she turned back toward her training.
No more hesitations.
She would finish this. Before he returned.
The grind began anew.
Later, Noah appeared in the academy cafeteria.
At a far corner table, Zara Bane sat quietly with Neko curled in her lap. She wasn't eating. She just watched the tiny feline munching away with a soft smile.
'Hopeless,' Noah thought fondly.
He slid into the seat across from her, and Neko immediately perked up, eyes sparkling.
'Noah! I missed you so much!' her voice rang in his head, bursting with excitement as she launched into his arms.
He caught her with a smile. "I thought you forgot about me, Neko."
"I missed you too."
He stroked her dark fur gently, drawing out a happy purr.
Across the table, Zara frowned, jealousy twitching at her features.
Noah noticed—and smirked.
"I have a proposal for you, dear Zara."
She raised a brow. "And what might that be?"
"Come with me to the demon continent," he said smoothly. "I've got a few things to handle over there."
She instantly stiffened. "Why would I do that?"
"Oh, nothing major." He leaned back, smiling like the devil himself. "Just thought you wouldn't want to miss a mini-adventure... with our dear Neko."
Zara's eye twitched. "You... you're using Neko to bribe me?!"
Noah's smirk widened.
"Yes. Shamelessly. Got a problem with that?"
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Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Submit or die by Leona
Chapter 90: Submit or Die by Leona
Noah maintained his smile.
Zara sighed, shoulders sagging. He knew her too well—knew she'd never pass up a chance to spend time with Neko.
"I accept," she muttered, clicking her tongue in irritation.
"Always a pleasure doing business," Noah replied with exaggerated politeness, bowing mockingly.
"When do we leave?" she asked, sliding the last of her meal to Neko, who happily devoured it.
"Now."
Zara blinked. "I beg your pardon?"
"We depart now," Noah said casually. "So, dear Zara, go prepare whatever it is you need to prepare—if anything at all."
She frowned. "So early? Can't we at least wait until tomorrow?"
"We don't have time to waste."
He stood, and without missing a beat, Neko leapt onto his head, curling up in her old spot like nothing had changed.
"I'll be in my room. Twenty minutes. Be there please dear Zara."
And with that, he vanished.
After all—he had another errand to run. One that involved a certain academy spy in desperate need of blackmail.
'Twenty minutes is more than enough,' he thought with a grin. 'At this rate, I'm becoming a professional.'
He disappeared into space.
...
Elsewhere in the academy, Lucius stood before three first-year students. None of them were part of the special class.
And yet—even three against one—they were powerless. Because standing before them was Lucius, the boy with the anti-mana talent. Unfairly gifted. Annoyingly smug.
"You know the drill," he said cheerfully. "It's not your first time, and definitely won't be your last. Hand over your points. I'll give 'em back once I earn more."
"You always say that!" one of them snapped. A young man, clearly fed up. "You've never returned a single point! We need those for food and training—we're not special class like you!"
Lucius tilted his head. "Well, obviously I haven't returned them. I haven't gained more points yet. Can't give what I don't have. Use your brain, genius."
Then his smile twisted. "And stop whining about the special class. If it bothers you so much, challenge us. Take our place."
He paused.
"Oh wait... You can't."
Then he laughed loudly. Mockingly.
His words hit hard—but the three boys said nothing.
They knew better than to challenge anyone from the special class.
Some had tried. Fools who thought they had a chance. They faced Malrik, Rouge, even Ren—the so-called weakest—and every single one of them lost. Horribly.
Malrik's death aura alone crushed most challengers. Rouge welcomed battles with bloodlust. Ren, the blacksmith, just summoned artifacts and wiped the floor with them.
No one dared approach the top five: Noah, Elijah, Sophie, Aphasia, and Elizabeth.
Especially Noah? He was truly in a league of his own.
No one even dared to approach him recklessly.
Lucius grew impatient. "Enough stalling. Give me the points, or do I have to beat it out of you first?"
The boys were on the verge of giving in when—
Noah appeared.
Right behind Lucius.
The air shifted.
Lucius turned, only to be greeted by Noah's ever-confident smirk.
"Well, look at that. A charming little bully. Want to know what it's like to be on the receiving end?"
Lucius opened his mouth—but before he could speak, Noah touched his shoulder.
"Let's find out, shall we?"
And just like that—they vanished.
The three students stood frozen.
"...What just happened?" one of them asked.
"I think..." another murmured, eyes wide, "...that was Noah Weaverheart."
They just stood there, stunned.
Being that close to him? Unreal.
...
Back in Noah's room, Lucius stumbled backward immediately, activating his anti-mana aura. His eyes narrowed, instincts screaming that something had gone horribly wrong.
Noah sat calmly on the edge of his bed, unbothered. Neko at his side, her purple eyes looking at Lucius with indifference.
"You don't need that aura. It won't help you."
Lucius didn't listen. His aura surged, canceling mana in the room. He gripped his black sword, preparing to strike.
Even if he couldn't win—he would at least resist.
Noah stood and appeared before him again in a blink.
Lucius reacted fast—his aura flared, sword ready to slash—
But Noah raised a single finger.
"I am limitless, Lucius."
BOOM.
An aura surged through the room, unfamiliar and terrifying.
"I don't rely on mana. I'm not bound by it."
A dense, dark energy flickered at his fingertip.
"And also...I am nothingness."
Lucius's aura collapsed.
Gone.
The anti-mana field—the very thing that gave him his edge—was overwritten. Erased.
Lucius staggered, eyes wide with shock.
He could feel it.
That energy on Noah's finger... It could erase everything.
Not just mana. Not just spells. Everything.
Impossible.
Unreal.
But I want it, Lucius thought.
"I know what you're thinking," Noah said calmly, reading him like an open book. "Forget it. You can't have it."
He sat back down, crossing one leg over the other.
"This power is unique to me. But," he added with a thoughtful smile, "the universe is vast. There are beings out there who embody similar concepts. Maybe not on my level... but close enough to matter."
Lucius perked up. "Really? How?"
Noah asked his system silently.
'Hey, system. I was bluffing. Got anything?'
[There are creatures and entities in the universe that embody the concept of nothingness. While your talent is unique to you, similar abilities exist.]
Bingo.
"There are beings whose essence is born from nothingness," Noah said smoothly. "Follow me, and you might get a taste of that power. Not like mine—but something similar."
Lucius hesitated.
He wanted it.
Desperately.
But...
'I'm a spy. Shit. I shouldn't have agreed to be a damn spy just to get into this academy and live comfortably.'
Noah watched him silently, then dropped the final card.
"I already know you're a spy."
Lucius froze.
Expression blank.
Noah sighed, lazy to explain.
"Leona, would you?"
A figure appeared—no illusions, no disguise. A beautiful yet fearsome presence: Leona, in her true form as a dragon-demon hybrid.
Lucius's breath caught in his throat.
Leona smirked. "Yes. I've betrayed the Crows."
She stepped forward, her gaze sharp. "And you should too. Or you'll die."
She leaned in, voice almost playful.
"What was it again?"
Her grin widened.
"Ah. Right. Submit or die."
Noah watched the scene unfold with a soft laugh in his mind.
'I've trained her well. At this rate, we're going to build a premium blackmail empire.'
—End of Chapter 90—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC91: Demon Continent
Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Demon Continent
Chapter 91: Demon Continent
Lucius stood frozen, his thoughts scrambled.
"Did... did you really betray the Crow?" he asked, voice hollow with disbelief.
"Since when?"
Leona smiled sweetly, as if discussing the weather. "About a month ago. Everything I've done since then—including that little game with Elijah—was all under the command of my master, Noah."
Lucius shuddered. His black eyes flicked to Noah, who sat calmly on the bed, gently stroking Neko as she purred in his lap. His entire presence radiated peace, serenity, even love.
But Lucius knew better.
'He's a devil!' he screamed inwardly.
He wasn't just some eccentric genius. He was the puppeteer pulling everyone's strings. Even Elijah's affection for Leona—was that part of the game too? Was everything calculated?
He inhaled deeply, trying to calm his racing heart.
"So," Leona said in her silky voice, "have you come to terms with your situation?"
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it," she added, stepping closer. "And you'll come to love it. Especially once you get a taste of the kind of power my master just showed you."
Her face was now only inches from his.
"He said he'd make you like him. A being with that strange erasing power. Or are you doubting him?" Her red eyes shimmered with a dangerous light.
"Look at me," she whispered. "Do I look like a simple demon?"
That's when Lucius noticed it—Leona had changed.
Her hair had turned pitch black. Her horns, once ordinary, now looked like a fusion of demonic and draconic forms—twisting with primal energy. Her aura was deeper now. Like a corrupted abyss.
"You... What have you become?" he asked, though a part of him already knew the answer.
"I'm something new," she said proudly. "The first hybrid dragon-demon in this world. The Matriarch of my kind."
She grinned, revealing razor-sharp draconic teeth.
"All thanks to my master—who made me this way."
She stepped forward and tapped a single finger to his forehead.
"Corruptive Blood."
"AARGHH—!" Lucius screamed, collapsing to his knees. Dark veins pulsed under his skin as blood boiled from within.
"You've got one minute," Leona said, completely unbothered, seating herself on a shadowy throne that appeared beneath her. "Resist, and your blood will be corrupted beyond saving."
Noah watched the scene unfold with a smirk of satisfaction—like a mentor watching his pupil execute a lesson to perfection.
Truly satisfying.
Lucius coughed violently, spitting dark blood. There was no time to debate. No room for pride.
He didn't want to die.
He wanted power. The kind of power that could erase anything. And if being with Noah is the only way to obtain it...then so be it.
There is no reason to hesitate.
"I... I accept!" he cried.
Instantly, the pain vanished.
"See?" Leona smiled sweetly. "That wasn't so hard."
She spun toward Noah, eyes gleaming. "Master, how did I do? I copied your style exactly! Just like what you did with me!"
Noah's lips twitched. "Don't say that so loudly—you'll ruin my reputation."
He leaned back lazily. "If anyone asks, just say you learned from an expert."
Then his smirk softened. "You did great. I'm proud of you."
Leona's face lit up with pure joy, her previous bloodthirstiness completely replaced by childlike pride.
Noah turned to Lucius and handed him a soul contract, sealed in dark runes and etched in silver.
"Here. A gift personally crafted by the Queen of Souls herself."
He smiled. "Don't bother reading it. Just sign it. It's a rite of passage in our little group—have some trust."
Lucius didn't dare hesitate. He signed.
The moment he did, the binding took hold. His soul was now tethered to Noah. Betrayal was no longer an option—it was impossible.
"Good," Noah said with satisfaction.
Just then, a knock echoed from the door.
Leona shifted instantly—her form returning to her beastly elegance with tribal markings—and opened it.
Zara stood there, arms crossed, a deep frown on her flawless face.
"I'm here," she said coldly, not sparing Leona or Lucius a glance. Her gaze locked with Noah's silver eyes.
"Perfect timing," Noah said cheerfully. "We're ready to go."
Once everyone was inside, Noah clapped his hands.
"Well, sorry to treat you like a taxi, but... if you wouldn't mind?"
The room fell silent as Zara, Leona, and Lucius looked at him in confusion.
Then a brilliant white magic circle bloomed beneath them.
A familiar voice whispered lovingly in the air.
"Anything for you, my love."
And they vanished.
⸻
They reappeared just outside the borders of the Demon Continent.
The land before them was bleak. Ominous. The air carried a strange weight, as if something ancient and malevolent slumbered beneath the soil.
Noah turned to Leona. "Before we dive into hell, how about a quick rundown of this place? I'm not a fan of walking into the unknown blind."
Leona nodded. "The Demon Continent is ruled by three great houses—what we call the Duke Families. Beneath them are countless vassals, ranked from Barons to Viscounts to Marquises, depending on their strength and influence."
"The three Dukes are: the Belzebuth Family, led by the demon lord Belzebuth. The Seductrice Family, ruled by the infamous Lilith. And the Landlord Family, which isn't powerful in battle, but holds the most wealth and land. That one's ruled by Demon Lord Mammon."
She paused, then added, "We will directly be in the territory ruled by Lilith once we enter."
Noah raised a brow. "And what about you two? Where do you come from?"
Leona and Lucius shared a knowing look.
"We're from a hidden organization few demons know about," Lucius said. "They call us The Crows. We're everywhere. Every kingdom. Every nation. We serve one master—The Crow herself."
"She's dangerous," Leona added. "Unpredictable."
"And how do I meet this Crow?" Noah asked, eyes narrowing slightly.
"She said she'll come to you," Lucius replied. "She plans to arrive in Lilith's territory. All we have to do is... keep you entertained."
Leona smiled. "Which won't be hard. Lilith's lands are famous for one thing."
She paused.
"...Pleasure. Mostly of the sexual variety."
Noah nodded, then turned his gaze to Zara.
She hadn't spoken since the teleport.
But he could feel it—the tension radiating off her in waves.
Her hands were clenched. Her jaw tight.
"What's wrong?" he asked gently.
Zara didn't answer him. Instead, she looked straight at Leona.
"How far is Belzebuth's territory from Lilith's?"
Noah's brow lifted.
Oh? So that's who it is. Belzebuth...The culprit.
Leona tilted her head, surprised by the question. "Quite far. Even at top speed, it'll take us three days to reach it."
Zara simply nodded and went silent again.
Noah watched her quietly.
Then, with a smile that promised chaos—
"Let's go."
—End of Chapter 91—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC92: Seduction in the City of Sin
Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Seduction in the City of Sin
Chapter 92: Seduction in the City of Sin
Noah and his team finally stepped foot onto the Demon Continent.
Their auras were carefully concealed, their appearances subtly altered to blend in with the chaos of the land. There was no need to disguise themselves as full demons—plenty of humans, elves, and beastkin walked these streets. Most were criminals, exiled from their homelands, or merchants chasing profit in places others feared to tread.
In this land, morality was optional. Power, coin, and cunning were king.
Noah, ever the trickster, cast an illusion over himself that made him appear delightfully ordinary—nothing to draw attention. The others followed suit with their own concealments.
The moment they crossed the border, the air changed.
It was heavy. Unwelcoming. The atmosphere buzzed with quiet malice, as if the land itself thrived on violence and desire. Eyes followed them—hungry, judging, calculating.
"So, Leona," Noah asked, voice casual as they approached a towering black city gate. "What now?"
"Nothing complicated," she replied coolly. "Just bribe them. Here, gold does more talking than strength."
Noah waved his hand dismissively. "Then I'll leave it to you."
She nodded and walked ahead, shapeshifting as she moved—her form twisting into that of a high-ranking demoness, regal and intimidating.
The rest followed in silence, playing the role of her obedient entourage. In this realm, anyone without obvious power was assumed to be a slave. It was better that way.
As they reached the gates, Leona tossed a heavy pouch of gold at the guards with a cold smirk.
"Take it."
The guards scrambled to catch it. Their eyes widened at the weight and the glitter of coins.
"P-Please, great demoness—enter freely!" one of them stammered, bowing so low his horns scraped the stone.
The law of the land was simple: strength ruled. And gold was a form of power.
Just as the group moved to pass, one of the guards nervously called out, "Forgive me, my lady, but you should be aware... the Daughter of Lilith, Dominique, is currently inside the city."
The group paused.
Leona turned slightly, intrigued. So did Noah, his eyes glinting like a predator spotting prey.
"Where is she staying?" Leona asked, her voice sharp.
"At the inn called OpenYourPussy, straight ahead. You can't miss it—it's written in huge pink letters."
Without a word, Leona tossed the guard another pouch of gold. "For your service."
"Th-Thank you, O great one!"
The other guard watched with seething envy.
...
As they moved through the city, Noah asked, "So Lilith has a daughter? Does that mean she has a husband?"
Leona snorted. "A succubus with a husband? Lilith is the demoness of lust. She doesn't tie herself to one man—she keeps a harem."
"And Dominique's father?"
"An incubus. Just as insatiable as Lilith. He wanders the continent, fucking his way through everything that moves."
Noah chuckled. As a reincarnated soul, he knew of succubi well.
'Finally,' he thought. 'I am meeting one. A real one.'
As a reincarnated soul, how can he not dream to meet a succubus?
"And you didn't ask why Dominique is here?" he added.
Leona coughed. "Ah... I may have forgotten, Master."
"We'll find out soon enough," he said, eyes forward.
Soon, they arrived.
A massive building loomed before them, pulsing with pink and red neon. Written in huge, glowing script was the name: Your Best Inn – OpenYourPussy.
Lucius whistled low, his voice cracking sigh excitement "Now this is my kind of place..."
Zara's face remained stone cold. She was silent, but her clenched fists betrayed her tension.
Noah smirked. "Let's go."
The moment they stepped inside, it was like walking into a den of pure, unfiltered carnality.
Moans, gasps, cries of pleasure echoed from every corner. The air reeked of sweat, perfume, and primal need—like lust had taken physical form and settled into the walls.
"You, hey! Come suck my dick!"
"Harder—ah, fuck, you're pounding me too hard—!"
"Shut up! I paid my life savings—you better make me feel it!"
"Ah—Yes Fuck me harder!"
Everywhere, people were fucking. On couches, against walls, on tables. Orgies. Quickies. Raw, desperate pleasure in every shape and form.
Noah blinked. "Damn... they're doing it right here?"
"I mean, at least get a room—" he muttered.
A soft giggle cut through the chaos.
It was sweet. Sultry. So intoxicating that it seemed to crawl into his spine and melt it.
He turned.
And saw her.
Dominique.
If beauty were a weapon, she was a living armageddon. Tall, voluptuous, legs that didn't end, her pink hair flowed like liquid flame. Her eyes shimmered like lavender pink fire, and the arrogant curve of her smile made even the strongest souls falter.
Her breasts were heavy and perfectly shaped, her ass full and round. Every movement she made was a seduction.
Lucius stopped breathing. Zara clenched harder. Even Leona shifted uncomfortably, her mental defenses struggling to hold.
Only Noah remained untouched—his limitless aura swatting away the charm like a breeze brushing past a mountain.
He smiled, intrigued.
"May I ask what made you laugh, beautiful stranger?" he said, voice light.
Dominique's smile widened. "How curious. A man who can look at me without trembling?"
She sauntered forward, her hips swaying hypnotically. She came so close, her breath ghosted over his lips.
"Do you know why I laughed?"
She leaned closer. "It's because you asked why people don't use rooms. It's simple—they can't afford them. In here, fucking in public is the cheap option."
"That's how poor people live."
But then her smile turned teasing. "But sometimes... sometimes, you don't need money."
She traced a finger down his chest, biting her lip.
"You just need to be irresistibly hot."
She paused, her eyes shifting into heart-shaped pupils.
"So tell me, pretty boy... why are you hiding that face?"
At that moment:
[Dominique's feelings for you have reached 50%.]
Noah grinned.
'Horny girls really are the easiest.'
He leaned in, matching her energy now, not with malice—but desire.
His smile turned slow. Lustful.
"You want me?"
She didn't hesitate.
"I want all of you, pretty boy."
Noah's eyes sparkled. Tension rising.
Lust...rising.
"Then come get me."
—End of Chapter 92—
A/N:
Yes, from now on, things will get...hot!
Hopefully you will be satisfied. I am not too good at it.
Thank you for reading!
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