HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC98: Pain & Taboo
Chapter 98: Chapter 98: Pain & Taboo
Chapter 98: Those Who Love You, and the One Who Will Never Let Go
Meanwhile—
In the inn OpenYourPussy, in a quiet chamber, Zara and Neko sat together, engaged in light conversation.
But Neko wasn't truly present.
Her body was there, but her mind drifted far away.
Zara noticed.
"What's wrong?" she asked gently, voice soft like silk. "You're barely listening to me. What's going on in that head of yours?"
To Neko, Zara was the most caring person she knew.
Yes... even more than—
"I wish Noah treated me the way you do," Neko said wistfully.
Zara's heart tightened at the words.
It hurt—because it was true.
Zara, a stranger by comparison, had shown Neko more comfort than her own master.
What a cruel truth.
Zara's smile faltered. She wished, even if secretly, that she could be the one to receive the kind of love Neko held for Noah. But this moment wasn't about her desires.
She moved closer.
Neko, in her human form, sat quietly, eyes distant. Zara gently took her hands.
"You can talk to me," she said, her voice full of patience. "You know that, right?"
Neko looked up, her violet eyes meeting Zara's black ones.
She sighed.
"I just feel... distant from him. It wasn't like this back at the Weaverheart estate. We were always together. We trained, we played. I was always by his side."
She smiled faintly, but it was a broken kind of smile.
"I remember the first time we touched... he looked so happy. I didn't know why, but it filled me with so much joy."
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"But ever since we came to the academy... he barely has time for me. He left me with you and just disappeared."
She swallowed hard.
"And now... there are other girls. The sword freak. The Saintess. That little green one. Sophie. Ester..."
Her eyes began to glisten.
"I... I'm scared."
Tears rolled down her cheeks, falling one after another.
Zara's heart clenched. Without hesitation, she pulled Neko into an embrace, holding her tightly.
But Neko only cried harder, as if something inside her had finally broken loose after being held back for far too long.
"I'm afraid, Zara."
Hic. Hic.
"I'm afraid he doesn't need me anymore. I'm afraid he doesn't love me anymore. I'm afraid... that I'm useless to him. That he'll abandon me."
Her sobs were desperate now.
"I couldn't take that. I've known him my entire life. I was there when he was born. I've watched him grow. I love him. I really do. Deeply."
She cried again.
And again.
And again.
Her grief was so raw, so deep, that even Zara—who had mastery over emotions—found herself overwhelmed.
She felt something she had never truly experienced before:
Empathy.
A deep, aching empathy for Neko.
"I've searched for anything—anything I could do for him," Neko said between hiccups. "Some role that only I could fill. But..."
She laughed bitterly.
"Noah's a monster. He doesn't need anyone. He already has the people he wants."
"I'm just... an A-rank beast. Nothing special. Any of his teammates could probably kill me with one hand."
Another laugh—hollow and self-deprecating.
And then silence.
The kind that feels too heavy for words.
Neko had cried herself to sleep, her body finally giving out under the weight of her emotions.
She had tried so hard to act normal in front of Noah. To not bother him.
But Noah...
He hadn't even noticed.
So entangled in matters with higher beings, divine realms, and celestial pacts, he had begun to forget the ones who had been there from the start.
Especially Neko—the one who had helped him take his first steps into this world.
Without her, Noah wouldn't even be standing before a goddess right now.
A tragic truth.
Zara looked at Neko's tear-stained face.
She wasn't good at comforting others.
So she said nothing.
She simply stayed beside her, offering warmth and quiet companionship.
She smiled, sadly.
"When..." she whispered to herself.
"When will I have someone who loves me the way you love Noah?"
She looked up at the ceiling, trying not to cry herself.
Because it was painful.
Painful to carry only the most negative emotions inside.
Painful to always be the one giving—never receiving.
She chuckled bitterly.
"You said you'd teach me love..."
"But how can you do that, if you can't even care for someone who loves you this much?"
At that moment—
[Zara's feelings have decreased to 30%.]
Noah had made his first true mistake.
And truly...what a shame.
...
While Zara and Neko wrestled with their pain—
There was one woman who would never curse Noah.
Never resent him.
Never doubt him.
A woman who would gladly destroy the world, or herself, a thousand times over—if it meant saving him.
Selene Weaverheart.
Noah's mother.
At that moment, in the Weaverheart estate, Selene sat in Noah's old room.
A room immaculately cleaned.
She sat on the edge of his bed, clutching a letter in her trembling hands.
No ordinary letter.
A letter from her son.
She had read it millions of times with her SS-rank mind—memorizing every word, every stroke of his handwriting.
A smile touched her lips, but her eyes shimmered with sadness.
"My sweet baby... I miss you so much," she whispered.
The ache in her heart was unbearable.
Not seeing Noah for so long—it was driving her insane.
And at last, she realized something terrifying.
She couldn't live without him.
Not truly.
She had stayed away from the academy so as not to burden him.
To give him space.
To avoid being seen as controlling.
But now?
She was unraveling.
Only the arrival of his letter had stopped her from flying to his side immediately.
But even that small comfort was not enough anymore.
She pressed the paper against her chest.
"I know you're not telling me everything... only mundane details," she said quietly.
"I know you too well for that."
Still, she forced herself to trust him.
To not invade his privacy.
But...
"I can't hold on anymore, my baby."
Her voice broke.
Her body trembled.
She needed him.
His warmth. His voice. His presence.
Her son.
Her dear baby.
Her...love—
And just like that, something shattered within her.
A wall she had built.
A barrier she had fought so hard to maintain.
A line that should never be crossed.
But it had crumbled.
And now...
She couldn't deny it anymore.
She loved her son—
Not just as a mother.
But as a woman.
"Are you sure, Selene?" a voice asked.
Luminara appeared in front of her, her purple eyes locked onto Selene's.
Solemn. Knowing.
"If you accept this feeling, there's no turning back."
"You'll bear a taboo," she said. "The world will scorn you. Him too. What will they think of this...?"
Selene smiled.
A crazed, broken smile.
"If the world dares stop me... then let it be frozen for all eternity," she said, voice sharp with pain and defiance.
"I'm tired, Luminara. Tired of suppressing myself. It's suffocating."
She looked to her guardian beast.
The one who had always known.
The one who had been with her since childhood.
Tears welled in Selene's eyes as she whispered:
"Do I not deserve happiness? Do I not deserve to love and be loved in return?"
"All I want is him. I don't care about anything else."
Luminara looked back at her. She sighed.
Then, she transformed—taking her human form.
A breathtaking woman with white hair, purple eyes, feline ears, and a long, elegant tail.
She walked over and embraced Selene tightly.
"You deserve it, Selene," she whispered.
"You deserve to be loved. And you deserve to be happy."
They looked at each other.
Eyes the same shade of violet.
They smiled—
A mad, obsessive smile.
"If the world objects..."
"Then let it freeze forever."
At that moment—
[Selene's feelings for you have increased to 100%.]
—End of Chapter 98—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC99: Transcendence of Self
Chapter 99: Chapter 99: Transcendence of Self
Chapter 99 – Transcendence of Self
Noah stood before Echidna.
He should have felt dread—overwhelmed by the awe-inspiring divinity emanating from this being.
And in truth, he did.
But that emotion was eclipsed by the sting of two shimmering panels floating in his vision:
[Zara's feelings for you have decreased to 30%.]
[Selene's feelings for you have increased to 100%.]
Two notifications. Two opposing meanings. Both struck his heart with a deep, conflicting dread.
"What the hell happened for Zara's feelings to drop so drastically?"
His brow furrowed, shadows deepening in his silver eyes. His aura pulsed, unstable.
And then—Selene. His mother. Her feelings had breached a point he had always hoped would never come.
"Over 90%...damn it."
That number didn't just mean maternal love. It meant desire. A shift beyond boundaries that should never be crossed.
His thoughts swirled, pounding behind his temples like a migraine made of guilt, confusion, and unwanted truths.
"You seem distracted," Echidna's voice echoed, breaking through the storm in his mind.
She had returned to her human form—casual, almost playful. Yet her eyes never lost their divine sharpness.
Noah inhaled deeply, his expression resetting into its calm default.
"I'm fine. Just... processing your power," he lied, then smoothly shifted the topic. "You mentioned the Divine Realm. What is it, really?"
Echidna studied him for a moment, then turned away. "It doesn't matter right now. Time is short. This realm is fragile—especially after my earlier manifestation."
Her tone sharpened. "I didn't summon you here to lecture you about the divine. I brought you here for a choice."
She turned, her eyes meeting his.
"I need you, Noah Weaverheart. As my champion."
Noah blinked slowly. "Like Elijah is to his goddess?"
"Yes."
She stepped forward.
"You've heard it before: to defeat a champion, you must become one. This is a rule as old as the gods themselves."
Noah tilted his head slightly, still processing her words—but something gnawed at him.
"Has no one ever broken that rule?" he asked softly.
Echidna blinked, then smiled bitterly. "A few. Less than five in all of recorded history. In fact only two succeeded."
"Then it's not a rule. It's a habit."
Her smile vanished.
"Noah," she said coldly, "do not confuse exceptions with possibilities."
"These... things... who triumphed without divine backing—they are not heroes. They are mistakes. Things the universe regrets allowing to exist."
Her voice darkened.
"They are abominations. And we have sworn: no third will ever rise."
She looked him dead in the eye.
"If you try to be like them... you will die. Not by me. But from the universe itself."
"So don't be stubborn. Be my champion, with your current talent you can be something that even divine beings like me will respect."
Noah didn't speak immediately. He absorbed her words carefully. The warning was real. The threat even more so.
But then he asked, without arrogance:
"What did they have that I don't?"
His voice was still.
"If they managed it... then what do they have more than me?"
"Was it power? Conviction? Will?"
"Or was it just that they refused to accept what the world said was possible?"
He took a step forward, his silver eyes sharp with something unshakable.
"I need to know... What do I lack?"
Echidna stared at him, her expression unreadable.
She wanted to say everything. That he was still young, untested. That those other beings weren't just strong—they were inhuman. Insane. Uncontainable.
But none of those things applied to Noah, did they?
And that... unsettled her.
Her voice, when it returned, was softer. "Even if you survived... you would have to fight the universe itself. Are you ready for that?"
The silence hung between them like a blade.
Then—
'System' Noah asked, 'is it worth the risk?'
[Only you can answer that, Host.]
[What matters more to you—safety, or freedom?]
Noah closed his eyes for a moment.
He could feel it—every chain, every expectation, every role they wanted him to fit into. Champion. Weapon. Pawn.
He exhaled slowly, then opened his eyes again.
And smiled.
A simple and carefree smile.
He was done holding back.
"If I die... then so be it."
"But I won't live a life shaped by fear."
"You all said I am arrogant, yes I am. And I didn't give a damn about it."
"I won't chain myself just to make others feel safe."
"I don't need to. Because either way nothing touch what's mine."
He stepped forward, aura expanding around him like a second skin.
"I've seen too many people spend their lives running from death—only to find they were never living at all."
"How pathetic would that kind of life be?"
"I'm not afraid to be hated. Not afraid to be alone. Not even afraid to die."
After all I already experienced death once...
"What I fear... is becoming less than I am."
His voice rose.
"You want me to kneel for power?"
"I am power."
"You want me to follow your path to survive?"
"I make paths."
His silver eyes blazed. His aura erupted. His understanding of himself increasing steadily.
"You said I don't understand limits."
"You're right."
"Because I was never meant to."
[Your title 'Limitless' is acting.]
Noah raised his hand. His aura surged like a flood—boundless, brilliant.
[You are approaching the concept of Limitlessness...]
"I don't need blessing."
"I don't need protection."
"I don't need to become anything."
Because—
"I am."
A pause.
"I am Noah Weaverheart."
An enlightenment—!
An enlightenment about the concept of limitlessness itself.
No— Not only limitlessness, but beyond that!
His aura detonated.
[You are comprehending Limitlessness.]
[You are surpassing it...]
Then—
The Akashic records chimed in.
{FASCINATING!}
{Your title 'Limitless' has been revoked.}
{You have awakened something beyond title.}
{A unique trait.}
{Something that belongs to no other being in existence. Only you.}
{You are Transcendent.}
{You are Self.}
{You have been granted: Trait – Transcendence of Self.}
Noah had a deep understanding of himself.
He didn't run from his self.
No...he embraced it. All of it.
The world around him trembled.
Even Echidna's expression shifted—from calm, to surprise.
{Noah Weaverheart... truly, you are sublime!}
—End of Chapter 99—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC100: The Birth Of The Third Anomaly
Chapter 100: Chapter 100: The Birth Of The Third Anomaly
Chapter 100: The Birth of the Third Abomination
A change had begun inside Noah.
A transformation—not physical, but something far more profound.
This wasn't just about power. It wasn't about dominance or ambition.
Noah had stepped beyond himself.
He hadn't just understood the meaning of being limitless—he had embodied it.
He had confronted his own soul... and accepted it.
The masks, the roles, the burdens of expectation—they shattered like glass.
No longer did he care what others thought.
Arrogant? Foolish? Villainous? Heroic?
None of it mattered.
What mattered was walking his path.
His path.
And staying true to who he was—no matter how the world saw him.
That clarity, that deep self-realization, was the key.
It harmonized perfectly with the enlightenment he had achieved in the concept of limitlessness.
And with that... Noah transcended.
{Your existence has surpassed the second threshold.}
{You have only one option for your intent.}
{And truly, what a fantastic intent.}
{You are the first being in existence to obtain the Intent—Intent of the Transcendent Self.}
{This intent is born within you. And only you can define it.}
{Choose your path.}
⸻
Noah stared at the golden panel floating before him—etched in light, inscribed with the language of the Akashic Records.
He closed his eyes and reflected.
He had transcended himself.
He was not just one thing—he was many. A tapestry of contradictions, of gifts, of chaos and calm.
He was a creator... yet also a being of nothingness.
A sword... and yet a shadow, ice.
He was a son, a master, a rival, a husband, a friend, an enemy.
He was all of these—yet something more.
He embodied many things.
And he would embody even more.
That was his truth. That was his path.
He was—
The One Who Is All.
{DIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!!!}
A chime echoed.
Not just through the realm. Not just the world.
But across the entire universe.
A singular sound that reached gods, monsters, empires, and voids.
A feat had been accomplished.
An impossibility made real.
{You have chosen your path. And what a glorious path it is.}
{You have received a Title: The One Who Is All.}
{This title is unique to you. None shall ever share it.}
{This title is now linked to your Trait: Transcendent of Self.}
{Your Intent has been integrated into your Trait.}
Noah felt his body shift.
He didn't scream. He didn't tremble.
But his soul...
It roared with quiet majesty.
All his talents, his bloodlines, his affinities—they converged into a single point of unity.
Not separate, not compartmentalized.
But one.
His body began to adapt. Refine. Reshape itself into this new essence.
Outwardly, little changed. Because he chose it so.
His hair remained purple—his mother's legacy. His eyes, silver—her gift.
But now they shimmered differently.
His hair radiated cosmic mystery—like strands of universal code.
His eyes, silver as starlight, reflected reality with perfect, unnerving clarity.
His aura was no longer wild, no longer screaming with arrogance. It was calm. Soothing.
Like standing before the endless ocean... gentle, but limitless.
Echidna watched in silent awe. The chime of the Akashic Records still rang in her bones.
If she hadn't seen Noah before her, she would've never believed someone in this world caused such a phenomenon.
Yes—the chime echoed across creation.
But the Records were merciful.
No one, not even gods, would know who had done this.
No one... except her.
In all existence, only she bore witness to his rebirth.
Minutes passed—
The transformation concluded.
Noah stood in silence. Then slowly raised his hand—and clenched his fist.
Nothing happened outwardly.
No light, no explosion, no divine winds.
But Echidna flinched.
Because in that single, effortless motion, she saw fleeting echoes—of ice, shadow, sword, nothingness, concept, soul.
Everything. And nothing.
Noah willed the Records again.
{Title: The One Who Is All}
Through transcending the self, all your bloodlines, talents, titles and powers no longer exist as separate elements. They have fused into a single living essence—Prime Origin, the core of your trait.
He read the words.
And now it made sense.
He felt like he had only one talent... yet could do anything.
Weird, he thought.
Then—
{Trait: Transcendent of Self}
>> Bloodline Fusion Core:
All bloodlines are now part of a singular archetype—Source Blood. Adaptable to any world, culture, or concept. Choose a bloodline to embody—and become it. Even multiple, if they reside in you.
>> Talent Convergence:
All talents are now unified under one Primordial talent: Omnipotence. Former talents are now sub-skills. You express any of them effortlessly—because they are now part of your nature.
>> One Form, Infinite Nature:
You retain a stable form—but within lies infinite potential. You can reflect beasts, gods, machines, voids, or even ideas—so long as you qualify to embody them.
>> Aeon Vein:
All elemental affinities have fused into a single adaptable affinity: Aeon Vein. You can wield any affinity you possess. Without any need of a skill. As more are acquired, the Aeon Vein evolves—toward perfection.
>> Prime Physique:
Your body embodies all physiques you possess. Currently: Shadow Physique and two budding forms. Complete them. Gather more. Become chaos. Become All.
...
Noah's heart thundered in his chest.
With his system, he could collect countless bloodlines, affinities, and talents.
Now—they weren't separate strengths. They were steps toward a greater whole.
He was no longer just powerful.
He was infinitely evolving.
No longer bound.
Truly limitless. Literally.
He understood himself.
He could choose to be a sword—or ice—or both.
A man, a dragon, a demon...
Even a concept, an idea.
But to become such things, he must first obtain or understand them.
He was overpowered—yes.
But it was earned. And it would be earned again.
After all, he has to seduces girls to obtain more power. And what's more difficult than to keep the affections of your women stable?
He sighed, thinking about Zara.
Then smiled.
He turned to Echidna, who was still looking at him as if he were an unspeakable cosmic anomaly.
His voice was soft—devoid of arrogance.
Gentle.
"I'm sorry. It seems we lost so many times because of me."
He smiled faintly.
"Let's resume our conversation. I have a proposition for you, Demoness of Fire and Destruction."
Echidna blinked.
This new Noah... was not one she could bind. Not one she could tame.
She nodded silently.
And for the first time, her ambitions shifted.
She wouldn't own him.
She'd walk with him. It's a great opportunity to be close to this type of being.
Because she knew.
If nothing stopped him...
Noah would become something monstrous.
And she would be the only one who saw him first.
...
And while Noah and Echidna resumed their talk...
The entire universe stirred.
In the heart of a lush green realm, beneath a tree large enough to cradle worlds, a woman with green hair and golden eyes looked up.
"Oh my, oh my... a new one like us?"
She paused.
"...No. This one is more exaggerated."
She smiled softly.
Then resumed her lecture, flipping the pages of a green tome that—if even a drop of its power leaked—could obliterate galaxies.
...
Elsewhere, in a realm littered with the corpses of divine beasts and cosmic horrors, a man sat roasting meat over a rainbow flame.
He had blood red hair and black eyes.
He froze. He raised his head in the sky as if able to see things unknowns.
Then laughed—wild and loud.
"Haha! Another one like us?"
He grinned, feral and pleased.
"Gods, I hope he's not like that boring bookworm..."
He stood.
"I am getting excited."
"Time to kill some of those fucking seraphim. Gotta calm down somehow."
"But really, why do those people love to bother me?"
He sighed as if not wanting to fight, but his mouth formed an evil and eager grin.
He then vanished.
...
Across the stars, countless beings felt the ripple.
And one phrase echoed in every corner of creation:
"Fuck... another one?"
Yes.
Another had emerged.
But this one—
This one would surpass them all.
—End of Chapter 100—
—End of Volume 2: The Birth of the Third Abomination—
A/N:
Well...a hundred Chapters and the end of the second volume. Two things to celebrate.
Thank you all for your continuous support. It motivated me to write more and more even if sometimes I just don't feel like it.
As you can see, this book will take a new turn. Now, let's delve into the higher levels.
I am counting on you all for your support and yes, you can give me your feedbacks, like always, about the book so far.
So guys, let's enjoy this journey together.
Thank you all :)!
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC101: The World Reacts
Chapter 101: Chapter 101: The World Reacts
Chapter 101 — The World Reacts
Not only the outside world reacted to the loud chime of the Akashic Records.
In the Weaverheart estate, Selene and Luminara raised their heads at the exact same moment the chime resounded.
Their eyes were serious. They had lived long lives — especially Luminara — so they understood just how unusual this situation was.
"Something drastic occurred," Luminara said, her purple eyes narrowing in thought.
But Selene tilted her head. "Why do I feel like my dear baby might be responsible for this?"
She didn't know why — but the feeling wouldn't go away.
Luminara shot her a glare. "You idiot. Can't you stop thinking about your son for once? This situation is more important than you think."
Selene looked at Luminara like she'd just been betrayed. "I am serious, Luminara."
She really was. How dare she accuse me of always thinking about my son.
She paused.
Then smiled softly.
"Well... actually, you might be right."
Luminara looked at her like a cat about to pounce after its tail got stepped on.
Selene laughed — free and happy, after acknowledging her feelings. Now...
"Let's go meet Noah. I mean, we'll think about this together. It's not like we can do anything anyway — we have no information about what this means," Selene said.
She changed her outfit into a beautiful silver dress, patterned with purple lotus flowers.
Luminara sighed, returned to her cat form, and hopped onto Selene's shoulder.
"Let's just go. I'd love to see how you declare your feelings to Noah," she said in a mocking voice. Her cat face seemed to... smirk? It was oddly amusing.
Selene flinched.
"I-I forgot about that part..."
Luminara's smirk widened.
"I will enjoy this."
...
It wasn't only them.
The elves reacted. The beasts reacted.
They didn't know what the chime meant — but their divine backings did. Yet none of them deemed it necessary to explain it to their champions.
As if it didn't matter.
Because none of them believed the being who caused this event could possibly exist in this weak world.
Even though finding a world without gods was rare, and every divine force wanted to claim it for themselves, they all thought long-term. A world could be slowly evolved to higher stages, and then used as a new source of resources for their younger generations.
To them, that's all this world was.
Just another project.
But what a mistake.
And they would realize it too late.
...
Laeh, the world's will, sat in the air, legs crossed. Calm.
He too had heard the chime. And like Selene—
"Why do I feel like my lucky star is responsible for this?" he asked himself, head tilted.
It was strange, but after so many miracles — all tied to Noah — how could he not suspect him?
Laeh smiled. "Well, doesn't matter. What matters is that he's meeting that sneaky demoness. That's good. Hopefully he can pull her in, so she can at least help him."
Because he still thought that defeating the other champions wouldn't be easy. Even if Noah was exceptional, having a being of a higher level on his side — not like Elira — would be a huge help.
"Well, we'll see. Either way, we succeed together or we die together," he said with a small smile.
After all, he had linked his own life to Noah.
Basically, Noah now carried the weight of an entire world on his shoulders.
A heavy burden — but necessary, if he wanted to succeed.
...
Goddess Justicia heard the chime too.
And unlike others, she had some information about it.
And suddenly... she felt nervous.
A goddess — a celestial at her level — nervous?
Almost impossible.
She used all her means to find the source. Because if a god felt even a little bit of this kind of disturbance, it meant something terrible was on the horizon.
But she couldn't find anything.
And how could she?
She was feeling this because of Noah. And she couldn't trace him — not with his title, "True Anomaly." He couldn't be tracked. Not even by fate or destiny.
So no matter how much she searched, she would find nothing.
But she could act.
And acting meant accelerating her plans to take over the world of Laeh.
She gritted her teeth.
"Do I really have no choice?" She didn't want to go this far — it would weaken her considerably.
But first, she had to make an agreement with the other factions.
She waved her hand, and four golden crows appeared.
"Go to the demons, dragons, elves, and divine beasts. Tell them I have a proposal. In five years, the battle for this world will begin. Until then, each of their champions may train to their fullest. It's the best way to handle this without unnecessary losses."
The crows chirped and flew off toward their destinations.
Justicia raised her head. If they agreed, then she — a goddess — would personally train her champion. She would make him a monster, even if it cost her greatly.
Her eyes hardened.
"No hesitation. If I take over the world, I'll gain more than I lose."
And so her decision was made.
And the other factions soon followed.
They accepted.
In five years, the battle would begin.
And at that time...
No mercy would be given.
...
Noah smiled. He looked at Echidna, who stood before him.
"Well... five years, huh," Noah muttered.
He had just received the news of Justicia's proposal — and that all the other factions had accepted.
The dragons and demons, because they still hadn't chosen champions.
The elves and beasts, because they believed five years of training would give them an overwhelming edge.
So it was confirmed.
Five years.
"That's quite a bit of time. Enough to do a few things," Noah said casually.
Echidna nodded.
"Yes. And now we're partners."
"You'll give a fire talent to one of my companions. In return, you want a portion of this world's resources once I claim it," Noah summarized.
"You'll also support me, and warn me of any actions taken by the other factions."
"That's it, right?"
Echidna nodded. "Indeed."
She tilted her head. "I still don't know why you don't want me to give you the fire talent directly."
"I have my reasons," Noah replied simply.
Echidna decided not to press further. Time was short.
They sealed the deal with a contract — one given by Echidna herself.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," she added with a smirk. "The dwarves are already in my hand. So no need to worry about them. Just tell Lucie — she'll control them and give you what you need."
"Oh? A pleasant surprise. Two birds with one stone."
And with that, the meeting ended.
Noah disappeared, returning to his world.
Echidna stood alone.
Then a little smirk appeared on her face.
"To think... I'm the only one who knows the Third Abomination."
She smirked wider.
She would never tell.
She would stay close to Noah — as close as possible.
Because that's how the Abominations were.
Anyone near them lived in eternal glory.
And who wouldn't want that?
This might be her only chance to climb to the higher floors of Hell...
And become—
A True Ruler. One who embodies a Sin.
She shivered, already imagining it.
She couldn't wait.
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Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Shifting hearts
Chapter 102 — Shifting Hearts
Noah reappeared at the shattered temple — only now, it was completely destroyed. Nothing remained but broken stones scattered across the ground, the devastation absolute. Even Echidna's avatar had been wiped out.
And in the middle of that ruin, a figure stood silently — calm, composed, indifferent.
The Crow.
But now, Noah knew her name.
"Lucie, right?" he said softly.
The Crow — Lucie — flinched. It had been a long time since someone had spoken her name.
And more importantly, she could feel it — her master's authority surrounding Noah.
He was now the champion.
Relief washed over her. She reached up and removed her mask, revealing her beautiful face — golden and red eyes glowing with stunning intensity.
"Yes, it's me. Now that you're my master's champion, I'm at your service," she said, bowing slightly.
Not to Noah, the man — but to Noah, the champion.
"You don't have to do much," Noah said, approaching her. "I heard you have the dwarves under control. Just manage them. And if you happen to find a female dwarf with excellent forging talent... I'd like to know her."
Lucie nodded. "I will, Champion."
Noah tilted his head. That title felt... awkward.
"You know, you can just call me Noah. I don't mind."
But Lucie shook her head firmly. "No. That would be too disrespectful — to you, and to my master. The status of a champion is no trivial thing."
"What if I order you to call me Noah?" he asked playfully.
Lucie froze. She struggled visibly. She didn't want to disobey her champion — but she also couldn't bring herself to casually speak his name. Not anymore.
So many conflicting emotions.
Noah chuckled softly. "Alright, alright. Do whatever you want. Call me Champion if that makes you comfortable."
He stepped closer — an inch from her face.
"But I hope that, someday, you'll call me by my name. 'Champion' sounds a bit too distant, don't you think?"
He smiled gently.
And for some reason, Lucie started blushing. She looked away, flustered — unable to meet his gaze.
And honestly? That was understandable.
Noah's appearance hadn't changed much, but his beauty had. If it could be quantified, his beauty now approached divine levels — nearly equal to the most handsome mortal to ever exist.
Very, very close.
His majestic purple hair, his silver eyes that held truths — and now, he was S-rank. A being with Intent.
Coupled with his traits and title, Noah's aura and presence were... simply overwhelming.
"Y-Yes, I understand!" Lucie stammered.
'What the hell is happening to me? Why am I acting like a shy little girl?' she screamed internally, crying at her own embarrassment.
"Any news for me?" Noah asked, needing to return to his team quickly.
Especially now that Zara's affection had dropped to 30%.
He was anxious.
Lucie steadied herself. "Yes. My spy reports that the princes of Castria — from the human domain — have contacted Demon Lord Belzebuth."
Noah raised an eyebrow. So they contacted Belzebuth, huh?
"Do you know what they talked about?"
Lucie shook her head. "No, but... Belzebuth's power is extremely dangerous, Champion. He can consume anything — and when he does, he gains what he consumes."
Noah frowned. "What?"
Lucie gave an example. "If he kills a beast with a dragon bloodline and consumes it, he can obtain that bloodline for himself."
Noah's expression darkened. "There has to be a limit. Otherwise that talent would be beyond even SSS-rank."
Lucie nodded. "There is. He has a fixed number of things he can consume per rank. And he can only consume beings up to three ranks above his own."
Noah tilted his head. "And what rank is he now?"
"SS-rank."
Noah nodded, then sighed.
"A bit troublesome, huh."
But the old Noah was gone.
Now he had new power.
He had transcended himself.
He was One Who Is All.
He smirked. "Would've been better if Belzebuth was a woman."
Silence.
Awkward silence.
Noah stiffly looked up — and saw Lucie staring at him like he was some kind of insect.
"...Damn. Did I say that out loud?" he muttered, forcing a wry smile.
Lucie didn't respond.
Cough, cough.
"Okay. Time for me to go. Thanks for your work, and... bye."
With that, he teleported away — face flushed with shame.
'Damn. How did I mess up my first impression this badly...'
And Lucie?
"All men are perverts," she muttered.
Honestly?
She wasn't wrong.
...
Noah reappeared in front of the inn OpenYourPussy. He didn't waste time and went straight to Zara's room.
Knock knock—!
He knocked.
No response.
He opened the door.
Inside, he saw Neko asleep, her head resting peacefully in Zara's lap. Zara sat there, gently stroking Neko's face with quiet affection.
Noah's gaze fell on Neko — and saw dried tear stains on her cheeks.
His heart skipped a beat.
A sharp pain struck his chest.
Zara looked up at him, her voice cold and biting. "Oh, look who finally decided to grace us with his presence."
Noah said nothing.
He simply walked forward, stopping just a step away from them.
And as if sensing him — Neko's eyes opened.
Despite the pain, fear, and sorrow she held...
She jumped up and hugged him tightly.
"Noah!! You're here — I missed you," she said, full of love.
Noah stood frozen, his heart aching. He reached out — and for the first time in a long while, his arms trembled.
He wrapped them around Neko.
Tightly.
He didn't need to be a genius to figure out why Zara's affection had dropped.
He only had to see Neko's state.
And what hurt even more was that Neko's affection...
Had never once gone down.
Even after everything.
She still greeted him with pure love.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm sorry I didn't take better care of you, my dear Neko. My first companion."
And at those words—
Neko broke down again.
She cried.
Hard.
...
Meanwhile—
At the academy, Patricia and Aiden sat together in Aiden's room, facing a holographic screen.
Their father, Oliver Stoneheart, stared back at them. His expression was dark and furious.
"What did you just say?" he demanded.
Patricia remained silent. But Aiden — he was done holding back.
"We said we've decided to join Noah. We're going to help him fight Elijah. So no, Father, we're not doing what you asked."
His voice dripped with contempt.
"And how dare you ask us to get close to Elijah after what he did to Patricia?"
Red fire glowed in his eyes as he continued.
"He tortured her. In front of the whole world. Nearly shattered her mind."
He paused, glaring at the screen.
"And now you want us to go to him? To serve him?"
"Have you lost your mind, Father?"
"It's you who's lost your damn mind, Aiden," Oliver snapped, his tone authoritative.
"You forget you're speaking to your father, not your friend. Watch your tone."
He sighed, then leaned forward.
"You kids have no idea what it means to oppose a chosen one. You're not just fighting Elijah — you're fighting a divine being."
He paused, looking at his children. He did love them.
Which is why—
"Go to Elijah. Bow to him if you must. But don't oppose him."
"And if you can't do that... just come home. I'll protect you."
There was silence.
They understood. They knew he cared.
But still—
"We can't, Father," Patricia said softly.
Even her voice trembled. "Even if it means our death, we'll walk this path."
"Yes, we ignored him before. But..."
Her body shook.
"Did I ever deserve what Elijah did to me?" she asked, voice raw with pain.
Aiden pulled her close, hugging her tightly. They'd grown closer since Elijah's attack — and now, he was deeply protective of his sister.
He looked at Oliver.
"We've made our choice. We appreciate your concern, but it's unnecessary. You only say this because you don't know Noah."
He paused, smiling faintly.
"Because if anyone can stand against a chosen one — it's him."
"He's a monster, Father. A real one."
"You have no idea what he's capable of."
Oliver was silent for a moment.
Then he sighed.
"So be it. If that's your path — walk it. Just... don't regret anything."
They both nodded, eyes full of resolve.
Oliver sighed again.
He may have failed as a father to Elijah...
But to Aiden and Patricia?
He'd been a good one.
Lustful, yes — but still, a good father.
—End of Chapter 102—
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Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Training
Chapter 103: Training
Aiden and Patricia looked at each other. The call was over. Their father, Oliver, had given his reluctant blessing, allowing them to do as they wished—even though every word had dripped with unwillingness.
But really, how could Aiden and Patricia accept that?
After everything Elijah had done to Patricia, it was beyond clear—Elijah would torture them. Or worse... kill them, if they dared to approach him.
So siding with him?
Never an option.
"It's time to use the skills Noah gave us," Aiden said quietly.
Their faces were hard, conflicted. Even now, even with Noah backing them, the thought of relying too much on him left a bitter taste.
Because the cost would be steep—a debt too heavy to bear.
That's why, when Noah had handed them those powerful skills, they hadn't touched them until now.
The skills were too much. Too advanced. Too overwhelming.
Of course they were—each one was a fusion of multiple high-level abilities. Naturally, they were monstrous.
But now?
No more excuses.
"We have no choice. We can't stay weak just because of our pride," Patricia said, her voice solemn.
"We have to face reality. We are weak. Yes, we're SS-rank talents, but in this academy?"
She laughed bitterly, shaking her head.
"It means nothing. Even other SS-ranks like Rouge and Malrik are miles ahead of us. They could crush us—or worse, kill us—if they really tried."
Her fists clenched, golden, holy light starting to flicker around her hands.
"I've had enough, Aiden. I can't stand being this weak anymore. I want to be strong. I want to protect myself... and my family."
She took a shaky breath.
"You know it too, Aiden. Father might not see it—he never really talked to Elijah and it became worse after he became the Chosen One."
"But we know. We know. Elijah won't let our family off the hook."
"And we—"
She faltered, trembling as her words broke off. Aiden stepped forward and hugged her tightly.
"We won't let him," he whispered. "We'll become strong too, Patricia."
Their golden eyes met, filled with quiet fire.
"We will prevail."
Together, they summoned their skill scrolls.
For Patricia: Holy Territory (SSS-rank)—a skill that lets her create a vast territory of light that heals anyone and anything within its bounds, as long as she wills it.
For Aiden: Blade of Destruction (SSS-rank)—a skill that conjures a sword wreathed in pure, destructive fire. Devastating, overwhelming.
They exchanged one final look... and activated their skills.
From that day forward—
Their lives were consumed by training. Endless, relentless training to master their new powers to perfection.
...
Meanwhile—
Elijah sat quietly in his room, his expression calm, Kitsune curled up asleep in his lap.
He stroked her fur gently, his fingers moving in a soothing rhythm.
"I'm glad I met you, Kitsune," he murmured. "Leona can't be with me yet, but with you here... the wait feels bearable."
Kitsune purred and nuzzled closer, her golden eyes fluttering shut.
Elijah smiled faintly, lost in thought. He wasn't far from reaching S-rank. All he needed now was to evolve his aura into intent.
He had three auras: Aura of Fire, Aura of Space Destruction, and Aura of the Phoenix.
Evolving his Aura of Fire would be easy. He could do that today if he wanted. But Space Destruction and Phoenix? Those would be another story.
The other path to rank up was to achieve something remarkable—something that would force the system to reward him.
But right now?
"I have no chance to do anything big," he muttered, frustrated.
And then, right on cue—
Elijah's eyes went wide in shock—but before he could even think, space twisted around him.
In an instant, he was gone.
He reappeared in a realm of shimmering gold. Kitsune clung to him, her eyes wide with awe and confusion.
And then the voice came, cold and mechanical, echoing all around them.
Silence.
Elijah's gaze hardened. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was the thought of disappointing his goddess—the one who had given him everything, even when he hadn't deserved it.
He refused to let that happen.
So—
A wild golden aura erupted around him, crackling like a storm.
"I don't know who I'm going to face," he muttered, gripping his blade as golden light gathered in his hand, "but if you're going to these lengths... it must be important."
He raised the blade—a weapon forged of pure light.
"Don't worry, my goddess."
A spark flared in his golden eyes.
"I won't disappoint."
And just like that, Elijah's brutal training began.
...
Elsewhere—
Deep in the elven domain, inside the royal palace.
In a secluded, forbidden area—off-limits to all but a chosen few.
In a quiet chamber, a young woman stood by the window, gazing up at the sky. An elf, her skin pale as moonlight, her long hair shimmering silver.
But her eyes—
Her eyes were something else entirely.
Stars.
Her eyes were filled with swirling silver stars, glittering like galaxies. Mesmerizing. Unworldly.
Then a voice echoed through the chamber.
"In five years. That's the date. When you will finally step outside these walls."
"You'll need to train. The temporal chambers are ready—use them. Gain as much time as you can."
"You'll have all the resources you need. And we've received a potion—one that will perfect your Starlight Physique."
"Prove our bloodline, my child."
The voice faded away.
The young woman stood still, her lips curling into a small, sly smile.
"Finally... I get to leave this damn place."
The harshness of her words clashed with her graceful, dignified appearance.
"I wonder how my sister is doing."
Her eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Wait for me, Aphasia. Your beloved sister is coming to find you."
And then she smiled—and the sky above exploded into a brilliant storm of stars, silver light flooding the entire royal capital.
"Stop releasing your power, Nephis," the voice returned, sharp with irritation.
"Ooops~"
Nephis Elfborn, little sister of Aphasia Elfborn, laughed, sticking her tongue out playfully.
...
And elsewhere still—
In the Beast Domain, the Queen of Beastmen—mother of Ray and Domy—stepped into a dungeon.
She too had her orders. She had to train.
Even though she was older than the other champions, her talent was the weakest of them all.
But the divine beasts had no other choice. She was the only one who fit. The others? Trash. And the beasts wouldn't choose anyone else.
So here she was.
The queen, Katy, stood before a vial of deep green blood.
For context: Katy was a snake-type beast. Ray and Domy's lion forms had come from their father.
And that green blood? Blood from a higher being.
"Drink it. Your bloodline will ascend. You'll gain new power, new abilities. Then train—until you've exhausted everything."
"We do not accept failure."
The voice vanished, leaving her alone.
Katy sighed, deeply unwilling.
She hadn't asked for this.
All she had ever wanted was to rule in peace, to manage her territory in quiet comfort. But now? She had to fight, to train like her life depended on it—all to face off against kids barely older than her own children.
"Sigh..."
She sighed again, resigned.
No point in complaining.
She had no choice but to do it.
She picked up the vial and gulped down the green blood.
All she wanted was peace, but those higher beings demanded war.
So—
She will give them war.
Her training too had begun.
—End of Chapter 103—
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Chapter 104: Chapter 104: Noah's beasts
Chapter 104: Noah's beasts
Outside, in a secluded spot deep within the demon continent—a dense forest teeming with beasts of every shape and size—Noah and Neko sat side by side. Before them, a river flowed quietly... black as night.
The silence between them wasn't tense, but it wasn't exactly easy either. Awkward, yes—but subtle. Noah wasn't sure how to break the ice, and Neko... well, she was still embarrassed. She'd cried her eyes out after just two sentences from him earlier.
'Arghh... so embarrassing. Why am I so emotional these days?' Neko cringed inwardly, fidgeting as her eyes darted around the quiet forest.
Noah noticed it all and smiled softly.
"You're really cute, Neko," he said.
The moment the words left his lips, Neko whipped her head toward him. She stared for a second, then huffed and looked away.
"Now you're trying to butter me up. Hmph."
Noah smiled wryly. "I know, Neko. I know I've been neglecting you since we came to the academy."
"But you know it wasn't intentional."
He gently took her chin, making her meet his gaze.
Silver eyes met purple.
"You know how important you are to me. How could I ever intentionally neglect you?"
"Am I really that important, Noah?" she asked, her eyes sharp and unwavering. "Ever since we got here, I've been invisible to you. You keep chasing other girls—stacking them up like trophies, while I... I'm just here. Forgotten."
Her gaze pierced right through him.
"And the whole thing with Zara? Was that just an excuse to push me aside?"
Noah's heart clenched. He'd screwed up—badly.
He'd been so focused on gaining more girls and power, he'd overlooked something vital.
Affection.
Yes, Neko's feelings hadn't wavered—they were still rock-solid at 90%. But that was Neko. She'd been by his side since childhood. She was there from the very beginning. Her feelings were real, deep-rooted... hard to shake.
But what about the others? Anya? Sophie? Dominique? Even Yuki?
And what about the women he'd meet in the future?
Would he keep neglecting them too? Always busy chasing power, fighting for supremacy, collecting more women just to hinder Elijah and boost his own strength?
'That won't do,' he thought grimly.
His system was clear: if any woman's affection dropped below 70%, he'd lose everything he'd gained from her.
Disastrous.
He couldn't let that happen. But still—
'System, you're such a pain. Who told you to make such a huge downside?'
[It was never meant to be a downside, Host. Once affection passes 70%, it's extremely hard to drop. But remember, I warned you from the start: only true bonds matter. Don't collect women just for power.]
[Don't do that.]
[Collect them because you truly see something in them—because you want to be with them. Host, you're going to live a long life.]
[How will it feel to be stuck with someone you don't even like... forever?]
Noah read the messages calmly and nodded to himself. The system was right.
He couldn't afford to be greedy. If he pursued every woman just for power, all his relationships would end up shallow, hollow.
His mind raced through these thoughts at blinding speed—barely a few seconds passed. Now an S-rank, someone who had transcended his old self, his mind was sharper and faster than ever.
He reached out and grasped Neko's hand.
"You going to Zara was never about distancing you from me," he said, voice steady. "I think you're forgetting something, Neko."
"You were my first companion. You don't know—you can't know—but the night I found you? It changed everything. It made me who I am today."
He locked eyes with her, deep and unwavering.
"You, Neko. No one else. Your importance to me is far greater than you think. I'll never forget the one who helped me take my first step."
Neko's heart pounded. She could feel the sincerity in his eyes.
"So yes... I made a mistake. I didn't take care of you the way I should have. I was too busy... too caught up in things I didn't want any of you to know about yet."
He took a deep breath, his voice gentle but resolute.
"But that's over now. From today on, I'll be there—for you, Neko. For all of you."
He smiled, warm and full of care.
"So forgive me... for making you feel unwanted, for making you feel like you weren't enough. For making you feel unloved."
"You're my Neko. My divine beast. My contracted beast. And my first light."
Tears welled in Neko's eyes, falling freely down her cheeks.
She quickly wiped them away, smiling through her tears. "Why am I always crying these days?" she whispered, laughing softly.
Noah pulled her into a tight hug.
"I love you, Neko. Never doubt that."
She nodded against his shoulder, holding him tightly. "I love you too, Noah... so much."
[Ding!]
[Neko's feelings for you have reached 95%.]
Noah smiled to himself. "And it's not over yet."
He pulled back from the hug, looking at her with a spark of excitement.
"I've got a gift for you."
Neko pouted, clearly not ready for the hug to end, but still asked, "What gift?"
Noah raised his hand and gently pressed it to her forehead.
"You and your mother are divine beasts of ice, right?"
Neko nodded.
Noah's grin widened. "Let's make you... more than that."
"W-wait, Noah—what do you mean, 'more than that'? What are you doing?"
Before Neko could react, he spoke again.
"Give her the talent."
A surge of deep, powerful energy flowed out from him, straight into Neko.
It was the talent Echidna had promised him.
Talent: Black Flame (S-rank).
The moment it entered Neko, sinking deep into her soul, Noah didn't hesitate.
"I'm sorry, dear—but brace yourself."
He activated Ultimate Fusion.
"Fuse the two talents."
A dome of white light enveloped Neko. Seconds later, her screams echoed through the forest—but Noah had already set up a sound barrier.
Inside, ice and black flame raged wildly, freezing and burning everything they touched.
That day, Noah performed his first-ever talent fusion.
Child of Ice (S-rank) + Black Flame (S-rank).
Minutes passed before the dome of light shattered.
And there she stood—changed.
Neko's black hair shimmered like dark flames, flickering and dancing—a flame that looked cold, not hot. Her eyes stayed the same deep purple, but on her forehead, a tattoo had appeared: half flame, half ice.
She had awakened a brand-new talent.
SSS-rank talent: Blackfrost.
A power of ice that could freeze anything. And flames that would burn endlessly—until she willed them to stop.
She raised her hands. In one palm, a shard of black ice appeared. In the other, black flame flickered to life.
She turned to Noah, eyes wide with shock and awe.
{Ding!}
{Your talent has changed.}
{You are no longer a divine beast of ice.}
{You are something more.}
{Your bloodline has evolved to match your new talent.}
{You are the first Divine Beast - Ba'astara with this bloodline.}
{Title received: The Prime.}
{Your existence level has been greatly strengthened.}
Neko stared at the notifications, stunned.
"Do you like my gift?" Noah asked with a smug grin. "If not, tell me—I'll give you more."
But Neko just looked at him, utterly speechless.
Noah laughed softly. "Alright, alright. Let me explain..."
...
While Noah and Neko were having their moment—
Back in the human domain, deep in the forest where Elijah had his first mission...
Inside a dark cave, a beast sat motionless. A wolf, its body scarred with golden sword marks.
If Elijah were here, he'd recognize it instantly.
The beast he'd been supposed to kill—but hadn't succeeded.
Moments later, the beast transformed into a human. A young man, wolf-like in appearance.
Someone Noah would recognize too.
Premier.
His very first beast.
Premier cursed under his breath. "Damn master... sending me to fight those monsters and then ignoring me."
He scowled, glaring at the sword scars covering his body.
"Damn that guy with the golden sword... what was that thing? I still can't heal!"
Just as he was about to continue cursing Elijah's entire bloodline, a shadow stirred in front of him.
Shadeva appeared, her figure stepping out of the dark.
"So... you're Premier? Noah's beast?"
Premier's eyes sharpened, instantly on guard. "Who the hell are you, woman? And how do you know that damn master of mine?"
Shadeva's eyebrow twitched.
"Okay, brat," she muttered. "Looks like you need a lesson."
Her big-sister instincts kicked in full force—she couldn't stand watching a kid like Premier cursing nonstop.
And so—
That day, Premier unwillingly gained a new "strict big sister."
A nightmare he'd never seen coming.
—End of Chapter 104—
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Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Christelle
Chapter 105: Christelle
Human Domain — The Church of Light
Solaris sat in her office, composed, indifferent. But inside? Chaos.
Since coming back, she'd felt it—those eyes, watching her with quiet hatred. Especially in the prayer hall, under the cold, all-seeing gaze of Justicia's avatar.
And that feeling only grew.
But Solaris ignored it. She knew Justicia couldn't act. Not yet.
So for now, she was safe.
She let out a deep sigh, leaning her head back, eyes heavy.
"Since I came back, I haven't stopped working," she muttered, voice low and tired.
The royal family's secret had to be buried. The decree? Wiped clean. Every person in the church who'd caught even a whisper of it—brainwashed, their memories burned away.
And as Saintess, she could do it. For now.
But she could feel it: Justicia's blessing was fading. Soon, too soon, she'd lose her power. She wouldn't be able to keep up the act. Wouldn't be able to hide.
But—
"I have enough time. Enough to crush this entire church into my palm," she whispered, a dark smile curling her lips, her heart thudding faster.
God, the rush. The thrill. She'd never lived like this before.
This dance with danger—playing her hand against a goddess herself.
She smirked, eyes glinting. "I'm loving every second of it."
Her mind drifted to the Campbells. For now, she'd left them alone.
"Noah said he'll handle them himself," she murmured, amused. What the hell had they done to deserve his wrath?
Didn't matter. They were screwed.
Solaris flicked her finger, and a shimmering projection appeared—Christelle, lounging in her room, reading like always. Doing nothing.
Elijah's mother.
Brown hair, brown eyes—but not dull. Beautiful, deep, earthy. The kind of beauty that made you think of nature itself. She wasn't tall, but not short either—average height. But her body...
Curves that could make any man lose his mind. Perfect ass. Heavy breasts.
The kind of woman who'd sold her body for money.
That was her life before she met Oliver—and before Elijah happened.
Solaris watched her, eyes cold and detached. Noah hadn't given her any specifics—just to keep tabs. Make damn sure Elijah never saw her. Never spoke to her.
That was it.
Solaris dismissed the projection and turned back to her paperwork. She had bigger things to focus on.
Like tightening her grip on the church.
Or renewing contact with Empress Emily.
Noah's influence stretched everywhere.
Interesting.
...
Christelle stared at her book, dead-eyed. Twelfth time reading the same damn thing.
Not because she liked it.
Hell no.
It was the only thing worth reading here. The rest? All about the goddess, power, faith.
Useless bullshit.
Christelle was B-rank. Barely. That rank? A handout from the church—because of Elijah. Her own talent was garbage.
She'd grown up poor, orphaned. All she had going for her was her looks. Her body.
So what did she do? What she had to. Sell herself. Trade flesh for money.
She could've fought, maybe. Tried to claw her way up. Gambled for some miracle title from the Akashic Records. Something to elevate her.
Sure. She could have.
But Christelle wasn't that woman. Never was.
She was a coward. No drive. No ambition. Just survival.
She wanted a good life. Money. That's it.
And if that meant selling her body?
Fine. So be it.
And she did.
Christelle closed the book and lay back on her massive bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"In the end... I got what I wanted," she whispered, almost to herself. "A good life. Money."
But under all of that—the old hunger still burned. The ache.
She bit her lip, hard.
"I miss it... I miss that feeling."
At first, it was all about the money. But over time? She craved it. The pleasure. The raw, addicting rush.
It had been fifteen years now—since Elijah. Fifteen years of nothing. Fifteen years without feeling something inside her.
"No more," she muttered, voice shaky. "My hands aren't enough anymore. I need the real thing."
But here? Locked up like this? There was no way.
She was trapped. Food brought to her. Requests granted—but no real contact. No freedom.
She clenched her fists.
"Elijah's ignoring me. I've called him so many times. The Saintess... always too busy."
Her voice tightened with frustration. But there was nothing she could do. No point in complaining.
She shut up, hiked up her dress, and spread her thighs.
Her hand slipped down, fingers finding her wet, eager folds. Her pussy was drenched.
A sharp moan tore out of her throat.
And so began another long, desperate session. Alone. Always alone.
Christelle. A whore, through and through.
But let's be honest—we love that about her.
...
While Christelle drowned in frustration, others didn't have to rely on their own hands.
Deep in the forest of the demon continent,
Noah and Neko sat face to face. Noah had just finished explaining the story behind her transformation—a clever cocktail of lies and truth.
But Noah? The ultimate trickster. No one saw through him.
"You're amazing, Noah," Neko said, eyes wide with admiration. Her cat-like tail flicked, full of excitement. "With this, you're going to be unstoppable."
Noah didn't respond. He leaned in slowly, stopping just a breath away from her face.
"I don't know what it is," he murmured, eyes burning, "but seeing you like this... your black flame hair, that tattoo—it's making me crazy."
Neko's face turned crimson, her eyes darting everywhere, her brain scrambling to keep up.
"W-What?" she stammered, voice trembling.
Noah smiled, amused, and closed the distance, his lips claiming hers in a deep, slow kiss.
Neko froze—shocked. Her first kiss. And with Noah—the man she loved more than anything.
She melted into him, awkward at first, but Noah was patient. His lips moved against hers, coaxing her, teasing her. His tongue flicked out, testing, tasting, until she gave in completely.
Their tongues met—clumsy at first, but it quickly grew into something more. A dance. Sweet, sensual.
Different from the wild kisses he shared with Dominique—those were all dominance and heat.
This? This was love. Years of quiet, waiting love.
When they finally broke apart, a trail of saliva still connected them. Neko's eyes were half-lidded, her breath shaky, her body hot and aching.
Her thighs pressed together, desperate for friction. She needed more.
Noah's shirt was gone now, his toned, muscular body on full display. Broad shoulders, hard abs—perfection.
Neko's breath hitched. Her legs twitched. She felt wetness pooling between her thighs.
Noah's smile darkened. "Ready, love?"
Neko hesitated just a second before crawling onto his lap, gasping as she felt him—hard and waiting—press against her ass.
All her shyness crumbled away.
"Yes, my love," she whispered, voice husky. "I want it."
That was all Noah needed.
He pulled her in, his lips capturing hers again—this time, fiercer, hotter, hungrier.
And the night swallowed them whole.
—End of Chapter 105—
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Chapter 106: Chapter 106: Neko (R18)
Chapter 106: Neko (R18)
The kiss this time lasted longer. The heat built between them, thick and intoxicating. Lust took over. Noah's hands roamed everywhere—exploring every inch of Neko's soft, eager body.
And what a surprise it was.
Her skin was a dream—velvety and warm under his touch. Her ass? Not big, but perfectly shaped, round like a peach, firm yet soft. Her breasts were average too—but they fit flawlessly in his palms, making his grip tighten with pure hunger.
Moans echoed through the silent forest, sharp and breathless. Neko rubbed her ass against Noah's hard cock, her body shivering with need—desperate to see it, to touch it, to feel it inside her.
Noah wasn't one to disappoint.
He stood up, unbuttoned his pants, and let them drop along with his boxers. When Neko finally saw what he'd been packing—her entire body trembled.
Not with fear.
With raw, animalistic lust. The beast inside her roared to life.
"Do you like what you see?" Noah asked, grinning proudly, his voice low and teasing.
But Neko had no time for games. She dropped to her knees instantly, grasping his thick shaft in both hands, making Noah groan at the first touch. Her hands were just that soft—hot, delicate, and maddening.
And that was just the beginning.
Neko smirked, eyes locked on him, and started stroking—slow at first, then faster, her confidence building with every moan she pulled from his lips.
"Oahhh—!" Noah moaned softly, his head tipping back, breathing ragged.
Neko's eyes gleamed. She was a newbie, sure, but with every passing second, her movements grew bolder. Watching Noah's reactions lit a fire inside her—she wanted more. Wanted everything.
She leaned in, lips parting, and kissed the tip of his cock.
And oh, fuck.
"Ohhhhhh—!!" Noah groaned loud, his whole body jerking. He hadn't expected that. The feeling of her lips—just a kiss, but damn—sent a bolt of pleasure straight through him.
But Neko wasn't done. Not even close.
It was like she was in a trance, her beast instincts fully awakened, laser-focused on one thing: pleasing Noah. Driving him crazy.
And holy hell, she was good. A natural. Forget first-timer—she was moving like a damn pro.
Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing and licking, wild and greedy—like a servant cleaning her master's floor with devotion and obsession.
It was hypnotic. A fucking masterpiece.
Noah was close—too close. His body tensed, breath shallow. He was about to lose it—and just then, as if reading his mind, Neko opened wide and took him in, her mouth stretching around his full length, her throat working hard to take it all.
Her eyes squeezed shut. It burned—big, thick, overwhelming—but she held on. Determined. Ready.
And then—
"Fshhhh—!" Noah let out a guttural moan as he exploded, cumming hard in her mouth, a huge, thick load.
GULP. GULP. GULP.
Neko drank every drop, greedily swallowing like someone dying of thirst in the desert finally finding water.
It was a sight to burn into memory.
Noah staggered slightly, chest heaving, looking down at Neko, still kneeling, cum dripping from the corner of her smug, satisfied smile.
His lips twitched. He hadn't expected this. He thought she'd be shy... timid.
But this?
He smirked darkly.
"Fine, love."
His cock was already hard again—throbbing, ready for round two.
"My turn."
In a blink, Neko found herself on her back on the cold forest floor, dress torn away with a flick of his finger.
"Yelp—!" she gasped, eyes wide in surprise.
Noah didn't waste a second. He crouched between her legs and spread them wide, exposing her beautiful, glistening pussy—soft pink, dripping, perfect. The scent hit him instantly—sweet, intoxicating.
Neko's face flushed crimson, embarrassed beyond belief—but before she could even speak—
"OAHHH—!" she cried out, head falling back, mouth wide open, eyes rolling.
Noah had dived in, licking her pussy like a man starved—tongue working furiously, devouring her like candy. He sucked her clit, soft at first, then harder.
And holy fuck.
Neko's body shook, trembling violently, her legs quivering uncontrollably.
And then—!
SPLASH—!
She came, hard, her juices soaking Noah's mouth and face. But he didn't stop. Didn't even flinch.
He looked up, eyes burning, seeing Neko laid out, panting hard, eyes glazed with bliss.
"N-Noah... it was incredible," she whispered between gasps, still catching her breath.
Noah just smiled. "And this is just the beginning."
He didn't wait—slid one finger inside her, slow and careful. She was still sensitive, her body shivering from her orgasm, but that only made her moans louder, wilder.
Minutes passed—fingering, licking, teasing—and Neko lost it again.
"Oahhhhhh—!" she cried, cumming hard for the second time.
Noah stood up, his cock hard as steel, throbbing with need. Eating her out had driven him insane.
It was time.
He lined himself up, rubbing the tip of his cock against her slick entrance.
He looked down at her gently. "You ready, love?"
Neko, dazed but eager, nodded quickly. "I'm ready."
Slowly, carefully, Noah started to push in.
"Ahhhhohhh...!" Neko gasped, her tight pussy gripping him like a vice.
"Fuck..." Noah groaned, holding back, trying not to cum instantly. She was tight. And soft. A perfect fit.
Neko whimpered softly—pain, yes, but she was strong, her divine beast body handling it.
"You okay?" Noah whispered, leaning in to kiss her softly, sweetly.
She nodded, eyes glassy. "I'm okay. Keep going."
And he did—slow thrusts at first, tender, patient, kissing her between every movement. The pain faded, replaced by growing waves of pleasure. Soon Neko was moaning again, louder, begging for more.
"Ahhh, yes... yes!" she cried out, clutching him tight. "You're so big, Noah... you're filling me up completely."
Noah kept a steady rhythm—deep, loving strokes, lips brushing hers, words of praise whispered between kisses.
It was perfect. Pure.
Until they both started to spiral—chasing that final high.
"I'm coming—!" Neko gasped, eyes rolling back, body convulsing with need.
"Me too," Noah growled, his voice hoarse, full of lust. He thrust deep one final time, cumming hard inside her, filling her up—but not before casting a spell to kill any sperm, just in case.
Neko cried out, cumming again, soaking them both as her body convulsed.
She lay there afterward, legs wide, pussy dripping with his cum, eyes fluttering shut in bliss.
Noah stood, catching his breath, looking down at her wrecked, satisfied body—but then his eyes flicked up.
He smiled.
"Why are you hiding?"
A pause. Silence.
Then—out of the shadows—Ester stepped forward, her face red-hot, eyes wild with desire.
Clearly, she'd been doing something inappropriate while watching.
Noah approached her, still naked, eyes locked on hers.
"I told you I'd come for you. Why so impatient?"
"I can't wait anymore, Master," Ester whispered, voice trembling. "Take me. Now."
"Right here? With Neko still naked? With my cock still dripping with her cum?" Noah teased, brushing her cheek.
Ester bit her lip, eyes desperate. "Yes, Master. I don't care. I belong to you. We belong to you. Do it. Together if you want."
Noah grinned—a hungry, feral grin.
With a flick of his fingers, Ester's dress disintegrated.
He pointed at his cock, still slick and hard.
"Then please clean up, my lovely shadow."
Ester's body shivered with excitement. She dropped to her knees without hesitation and started sucking him eagerly, her lips wrapping around his length.
Who would've thought their quiet, reserved shadow was this horny?
What a sight to behold.
—End of Chapter 106—
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Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Neko and Ester (R18)
Chapter 107: Neko and Ester (R18)
Ester was on her knees, her hand wrapped firmly around Noah's shaft. Without hesitation, she took him deep into her mouth, swallowing him whole as she began to suck with hunger and devotion.
SLURP SLURP SLURP
The lewd sounds echoed through the forest, each one a testament to how desperate Ester was to please her master—a desire she'd harbored for so long. How could she not? As Noah's shadow, she had been with him everywhere, through everything. She'd seen him naked countless times, witnessed the raw masculinity of his body—the hard lines, the chiseled muscles, and that godlike cock that haunted her dreams.
No matter how innocent she might have once been, being this close to Noah for so long had corrupted her completely.
Now, her chance had come, and she didn't care who saw. Not Neko, not anyone. This was her moment to unleash years of pent-up lust.
Ester worked him like a woman possessed, her throat effortlessly taking him in—no gagging, no hesitation. Her part-shadow nature made her formless where it counted, allowing her to swallow him whole with ease.
Noah's moans filled the air as she sucked harder, deeper, her soft lips and swirling tongue pushing him closer to the edge. Minutes passed in a fever of pleasure before Noah finally came, flooding her eager mouth. Ester, of course, swallowed every drop, savoring the taste.
But neither of them was satisfied yet. As soon as Noah caught his breath, he pulled her up, their lips crashing together in a deep, hungry kiss. It was pure lust, yet strangely intimate. Their bodies moved instinctively, exploring, claiming.
And despite the raw hunger, Noah was gentle at first—it was Ester's first time, after all. But Ester's need burned too fiercely.
"More, Master... harder," she whispered breathlessly, her body writhing beneath him, begging for deeper connection.
Noah's eyes darkened with desire. He obeyed. His pace quickened, thrusting into her with powerful, relentless strokes that made Ester cry out in bliss. Compared to Neko's tight, plush softness, Ester's insides were like warm, flowing water—slick, soothing, yet gripping him perfectly.
They fucked wildly, shifting through positions, their cries and moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.
So loud, in fact, that Neko stirred awake.
Groggy and still naked, she blinked—and the first thing she saw was Ester riding Noah like a woman starved, her hips slamming down on him with reckless abandon.
Neko rose shakily, walking toward them. She pouted, her eyes glinting with playful jealousy. "I thought today was my day, Noah," she said, wrapping her arms around him from behind and biting his ear.
"Ohhh—!" Noah moaned, his body jerking from the surprise pleasure.
"It was supposed to be," he groaned, voice thick with lust, "but Ester showed up. I couldn't exactly say no, right?"
"It... it was me!" Ester gasped between breaths, still bouncing on his cock like a woman obsessed.
FLAP FLAP FLAP
Her ass smacked loudly against Noah's thighs with each thrust, the sound filthy and intoxicating.
Neko's lips twitched. "At least stop riding him like a damn bitch in heat if you're really sorry."
"I... I can't!" Ester cried out, trembling as she kept fucking herself down on him.
Neko rolled her eyes, but the jealousy she'd once felt was long gone. Ester had always been with Noah, had always been closer because of her role as his shadow. Neko used to envy that closeness, she used to wish to have the same power as Ester. But now? Now she understood. Noah had reassured and shown her how much she mattered, how much he loved her. She was his first companion, his first light.
Her heart swelled with love and acceptance.
That's why, she accepted to share.
She grinned and leaned down, licking Noah's neck slowly. Her voice was a sultry whisper in his ear. "I love you so much I'm sharing you. I love you so much I'm pleasuring you, kissing you while another girl rides your cock."
She paused, then laughed softly. "I'm completely obsessed."
[Neko's feelings for you have reached 100%.]
Noah's heart clenched. He smiled gently, even as Ester kept riding him desperately. He reached back to stroke Neko's cheek. "I love you too. I love all of you."
He looked between them, voice low and sincere. "Thank you for accepting me... for accepting this... for staying by my side even when I don't deserve it."
The three of them shared a quiet, tender moment—just the three who had been together since the beginning. Noah felt his love for them deepen, his bond with them stronger than ever.
But then, with a wicked grin, he broke the silence. "Enough of the mushy stuff. Let's fuck even harder."
His eyes gleamed with lust. "We've got all night—and tomorrow, I'll be facing Lilith herself, the personification of Lust. I want to drain every last drop with my women tonight."
Ester and Neko both smiled, eyes shining with excitement.
"Yes!" they cried out in unison.
And so, the threesome began in earnest. They lost themselves completely in pleasure, bodies tangled together, cries of ecstasy echoing through the forest.
A truly unforgettable sight.
...
Meanwhile, far away from their world of bliss, Isac and Albert were making their way toward the demon continent—specifically, toward Beelzebuth's territory.
It wasn't a move they wanted to make yet—but desperate times left them no choice.
Their faces were grim.
"We should've waited a little longer," Albert said darkly. "You're rushing things."
Isac's temper, for the first time, flared. "Are you stupid, Albert? Luke is dead. DEAD. Right after he tried to attack Sophie."
"Everything is going fucking wrong."
His voice shook with rage and fear. "First Elizabeth... then Elijah... and now Luke. And do you know what's even scarier? No one's talking about it. The academy is running as if nothing happened. Like Luke never existed."
Albert's face paled. "...You think Noah?"
"Of course it's Noah, you idiot!" Isac snapped. "And don't you get it? This means he's got power. Enough power to cover up the death of the heir to the Campbell family, the empress's family."
Isac trembled. "We are fucked. That's why we need Beelzebuth—why we need the demons. We have no other shot."
"So shut up and walk rapidly."
Albert said nothing more, silently following Isac into the forest, the tension between them thick and suffocating.
But little did they know—the very man they were running from... the man they feared enough to make a pact with demons... would soon be heading to the territory of demon lord Belzebuth himself.
Noah, it seemed, was fate's favorite after all.
—End of Chapter 107—
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