HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC108: Selene and Elira meeting
Chapter 108: Chapter 108: Selene and Elira meeting
Chapter 108: Selene and Elira meeting
In the academy—
Inside the training grounds—
The air reeked of death, decay, and blood. Undead monsters of all shapes and sizes swarmed the arena, locked in brutal combat against three ferocious fighters.
"Goddamn it! Why the hell do I have to fight all of you at once?" Malrik growled, parrying Ray's punch with his dagger.
CLINK—!
BOOM!
The force of the blow sent him flying backward—but before he hit the ground, a horde of undead surged beneath him, catching him effortlessly.
He landed, eyes sharp, undead circling tightly around him, shielding him like a wall of rotting flesh and bone.
And it was needed.
Because standing across from him were Rouge, Ray, and Domy—the deadliest of the first-years. Merciless. Obsessed with battle. Nothing else mattered to them.
"Tch. Always complaining, Malrik." Domy clicked her tongue, then turned to Rouge with a teasing smirk. "Seriously, Rouge, why are you even with this guy? He's got no fire. Look at my brother here—handsome, strong. He matches your vibe way better."
She gestured to Ray, making yet another obvious attempt to drive a wedge between Rouge and Malrik.
Ray's face flushed, but his eyes gleamed with a hungry competitiveness. He stared at Malrik, brimming with silent challenge.
Rouge burst out laughing. "Oh, Domy, give it a rest! I love my boyfriend just the way he is—even if he's a bit too soft sometimes."
Her blood-red hair shimmered as she laughed, her crimson eyes glowing with a fierce light. The blood-drop tattoo on her forehead pulsed, vivid and sharp—a clear sign of her rising power.
Malrik's lips twitched. Irritated, sure—but this was familiar.
Everyone knew about his relationship with Rouge. It surprised many at first—a quiet necromancer and a battle-addicted warrior? But to Malrik, it made perfect sense. He had been drawn to her from the start, and when she spent all her time training and fighting, he had joined her world to be by her side. After months of relentless effort, things just... fell into place.
Not everyone was happy about it.
Especially Domy.
And Ray? He didn't even hide that he was gunning for Rouge.
Malrik exhaled slowly. "Fine."
His voice dropped, cold and sharp, sending a ripple of tension through the air.
They always forgot. Always underestimated him. Sure, he wasn't obsessed with fighting like they were—but Malrik was Death itself.
And Death didn't play fair.
"Rise."
The command was soft—but earth-shaking.
Three colossal monsters materialized behind him, exuding murderous auras that scraped the edge of S-rank: a towering Minotaur, a hulking Cyclops, and a massive black-furred Wolf.
His strongest summons yet—creatures he'd brought back from deadly missions outside the academy.
Malrik's eyes blazed. His aura unfurled like a storm, and everything around them began to decay—the ground, the air itself.
He smiled, slow and menacing. "Get ready. I'll show you how a heir of Death fights."
BOOM!
The monsters charged—each one targeting a rival.
But Malrik? He blurred, appearing behind Ray in a flash, dagger gleaming.
"You bastard. You dare chase my girlfriend?"
He slashed, fast and vicious.
"YES! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Rouge yelled, laughing wildly even as the Minotaur's punch hurled her across the field. Blood splattered from her mouth—only to twist mid-air into giant blood-spears, which she fired straight back at her beastly opponent.
Domy, locked in brutal hand-to-hand combat with the Cyclops, grinned madly as her fists collided with its massive blows, the shockwaves rattling the arena.
"Good! Let's see who breaks first!" she shouted.
Ray, his eyes burning, kept smiling through the chaos. "I won't back down!" he roared, swinging a crushing punch at Malrik.
The Wolf intercepted, snarling, jaws snapping shut around Ray's fist.
Malrik sighed. Truly, he was surrounded by lunatics.
"Damn it, Noah. When are you coming back?" he muttered under his breath, missing the only guy who'd actually let him catch a break sometimes.
But Noah was gone.
So—
"Fine. Let's fight till we drop."
And he dove back into the fray.
...
Elsewhere in the academy—Elira's office.
The room was tense. Elira sat calmly at her desk, facing the silver-haired, violet-eyed woman across from her: Selene Weaverheart.
On the outside, Elira was composed. Inside? She was spiraling.
Meeting the mother of her lover—not just any mother, but Selene Weaverheart, the Witch of Eternal Cold.
Sure, Elira could kill her if it came down to it—but still, her palms itched with nerves.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Witch of Eternal Cold," Elira said smoothly, offering a gracious smile.
Selene nodded, her gaze sharp. "Likewise. It's an honor to meet the famed dean of Apex Academy."
But then her tone hardened. "Where is my son? Where's Noah?"
Her eyes flickered with power as she scanned the academy, her senses stretched razor-sharp.
Elira kept her voice even. "Noah isn't here."
And because lying seemed pointless—this was his mother, after all—she went on:
"He's on the Demon Continent."
Silence.
"...What?" Selene's voice dropped, so cold it crystallized frost across the walls.
"You let my son—my only son—go to that cursed place?" Her aura surged, and the temperature plunged, ice creeping along the floor.
Elira didn't flinch. She was far too powerful to be fazed by a little frost—but still, she had zero desire to piss off Noah's mother.
If anyone else had pulled this? They'd already be dead.
"You don't have to worry," Elira said calmly. "Noah is my disciple. I wouldn't send him without precautions. If anything happens, I'll sense it instantly—and teleport to his side. You know my mastery of space. Nothing will catch me off guard."
Selene's eyes narrowed, but she seemed to relax—slightly. "Disciple? Since when?"
She frowned, caught off guard—Noah hadn't mentioned this in his letter.
A spark of jealousy flared in her chest.
'I should have been his master,' she thought bitterly.
But then—
'Really?' Luminara, the divine beast bound to her soul, snorted in her mind. 'You want to be his shadow, his master—what's next? You're already his mother! And you also planning to be his lover!'
'Yes. Everything. I want to be everything for him. Happy now? Shut up,' Selene shot back.
Luminara clicked her tongue, unimpressed.
Elira, ever perceptive, sensed the beast presence within Selene—but wisely said nothing.
Instead, she leaned in slightly, voice quiet but firm. "Actually... I'm more than just his master."
She began to explain her relationship with Noah, detail by detail.
With every word, Selene's urge to kill her spiked higher and higher.
A truly dangerous little meeting.
...
Meanwhile, far away in the wilderness, Noah lay sleeping in a forest glade—naked, flanked by Neko and Ester, both resting their heads on his chest.
All was peaceful.
Until their eyes snapped open at once.
They felt her before they saw her.
"Well, well, my dear," a sultry voice cooed. "I waited all night for you, but here you are... enjoying yourself without me?"
Dominique stepped into the clearing, pink hair swaying in the breeze, her gaze smoldering with lust as she drank in the scene before her.
Her body tensed with desire—but Noah shook it off, sighing. "No, no. Enough playing around. We need to see your mother."
The trio stood, stretching languidly. Still naked—but none of them cared. They'd long stopped being shy around each other. When it came to Noah, all boundaries had dissolved.
Not that the girls even looked at each other—they were too busy staring at Noah's godlike physique, bodies already aching for another round.
But Noah ignored their heated stares. He had work to do.
Five years to conquer the Demon Continent. Five years to make the Demon Lord his ally—or force them into submission.
He paused, looking up at the sky just as a black crow descended and landed on his shoulder.
"Lucie," he said, tilting his head. "Your power... interesting."
The crow cawed softly, its voice echoing in his mind.
"Indeed, Champion. I'm here to guide you, help you secure the Demon Continent."
Noah nodded. His body shimmered—clothing itself in an instant. A silver robe with purple markings, forged from his ice and thunder magic, wrapped around him.
"What about the Elf and Beast Continents?" he asked, eyes narrowing.
"They're locked down," Lucie replied. "The Beast Queen is in seclusion, and the Elves? Impossible to track. But we can assume that they are preparing for the same five-year deadline. Going there now would be... unwise."
Noah exhaled. "Then Demon Continent first. After that... the human royal family."
He smirked. "I already have the dwarves. Once the demons and humans fall in line... that'll be enough. For now."
He clenched his fists. 'Nothing ever goes exactly to plan... but I'll be ready.'
His thoughts darkened.
'If they're training... then Elijah must be, too.'
He looked skyward, eyes burning with focus. He couldn't afford to slack—not for a second. He had to master his Trait. Fully understand it. Use it with absolute precision.
He also needed to deepen share the powers of his women—to gain more bloodlines, talents and affinities.
To become unpredictable.
Unstoppable.
More Complete.
"Let's move," he said at last. "No more wasting time."
And together, they set off—toward Lilith.
—End of Chapter 108—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC109: Yearning and Fear
Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Yearning and Fear
Chapter 109: Yearning and fear
Noah stood alone in the depths of the forest. He'd told the others to meet up with Zara and wait—because he had something important to do. Something he hadn't done in a while.
Bonding. Sharing power with his women.
Noah liked to be prepared. Even though, thanks to his blessing from Laeh, death wasn't a real threat in this world, he refused to rely on that safety net.
Not yet. Not ever, if he could help it.
He conjured a barrier of pure nothingness around him and sank to the ground, legs crossed, breath steady. As close as he was to his women, there was one thing he would never reveal—the true core of his power.
His system.
No one could see this. No one.
"System," Noah said quietly, "show me Dominique's profile."
<< Profile >>
Name: Dominique Seductrice
Age: 20
Race: Succubus
Rank: A
Titles: The Child of Lust, The Horny One, The Charming Woman
Affinities: Lust (SS), Charm (SS)
Physique: Heavenly Yin Furnace
Bloodline: Eros's Bloodline
Talent: Daughter of Lust (SS)
<< END >>
Noah stared at the profile, a brow raised. A bloodline and a physique? Interesting.
And that name...
"Heavenly Yin Furnace?" he muttered, tilting his head. "This feels like one of those cultivation novels I used to read back on Earth."
He smirked, a little nostalgic. Those overpowered MCs, their endless harems, those heaven-defying breakthroughs—he'd read so many, he could probably write his own novel.
...No. Hell no.
He shook his head, laughing softly. "Cultivation novels aren't as easy as they look."
He refocused on Dominique's profile. "System. What's the Heavenly Yin Furnace?"
[A physique that allows its wielder to grow stronger through sexual activity. This physique is exclusive to women.]
Noah blinked, then grinned. "And if I share it?"
[Upon sharing, it will be adapted for male use, Host. No concerns there.]
"Good." He nodded, pleased. "No way I'm letting something like that slip by."
He straightened, eyes gleaming. "Bond with Dominique."
[Ding! Bonding complete.]
He felt the bond snap into place, an invisible thread connecting them.
"Now," Noah whispered, eyes sharp, "share her affinities, talent, physique, and bloodline with me."
He wasn't taking chances. If he was about to face the Incarnation of Lust, he'd face it armed to the teeth—with their own damn power.
[Applying x10,000 effect.]
[You have obtained the affinities: Lust (Transformation), Charm (Transformation).]
[Talent acquired: Favored by Lust (EX Unique).]
[Physique acquired: Transcendent Yang Furnace.]
[Bloodline acquired: Child of Eros.]
And then—the transformation began. The air crackled with power. The ground shifted as if unable to bear the pressure Noah was emitting.
"Shit..." Noah cursed under his breath as his body was torn apart and rebuilt, the familiar agony of evolution washing over him. His new affinities wove themselves into his Aeon Vein, making it stronger, more complete. Closer to perfection.
His appearance shifted too, growing sharper, more ethereal—already, he'd been beautiful, the pinnacle of mortal allure thanks to his trait. But now, with Transformation-rank Charm layered on top? His beauty crossed into the realm of the divine.
Even more physiques bloomed inside him, awakening, fusing into his Prime Physique, making him even more... primal.
And his bloodline—he could feel it deep, merging into the very roots of his existence. A new force, waiting to be tapped whenever he wished.
All of it happened at once, a tidal wave of power, and the forest around him responded in kind. A thick, intoxicating scent filled the air, enough to drive any living thing mad with desire. Only his barrier kept disaster at bay.
Minutes passed.
When it was finally over, Noah stood, rolling his shoulders, flexing his fingers. His body—elevated. His beauty—deadly. Now, every breath he took, every movement, could capture hearts without effort.
But Noah—practical, calculating Noah—hid it. He masked his divine allure, dialing it back to something just a notch above his previous self.
Still, he couldn't help but mutter, "Tsk. I don't like hiding my beauty... I'll have to figure out how to use it at the perfect moment without scaring everyone senseless."
Decision made, he dismissed the barrier and teleported.
...
He appeared just outside the city, where Dominique, Neko, Ester, Zara—and surprisingly, Lucius—were waiting.
Ester melted into shadows and immediately took back her place, his shadow. Neko shifted back into her tiny cat form and perched on his shoulder, purring contentedly. Dominique sauntered forward with a confident smile, coming to stand at his side.
She tilted her head, eyes gleaming. "You look... even more handsome."
Noah's smile was smug. "And I'll keep getting better. I'll hold the title of the most beautiful mortal alive."
Dominique laughed, low and sultry. "Mmm, really? Can't wait to experience what it feels like to have the most beautiful mortal fuck you."
His lips twitched. "You're always horny."
"Only with you, dear." She winked.
Neko rolled her eyes, clicking her tongue. "Slut."
From the shadows, Ester's dry voice added, "Agreed."
Dominique just laughed, completely unbothered, her gaze still burning for Noah.
Meanwhile, Zara and Lucius stood apart, both frowning—but for very different reasons.
Lucius looked irritated, tense, still caught in the aftermath of being interrupted at the worst possible moment. His body language screamed frustration, like he hadn't fully come down from... whatever Noah's sudden arrival had cut short.
Zara, though....
She stared at the scene unfolding before her—Neko, Dominique, Ester—all of them drawn to Noah like moths to a flame. Their emotions were laid bare to her, amplified by her gift: overwhelming love, happiness, fierce devotion. It radiated from them so brightly she almost felt blinded.
And she couldn't understand it.
She felt it all—so pure, so complete—but no matter how deeply she searched, it made no sense. How? How could anyone feel this way? What had Noah done to inspire such... intensity?
Her chest tightened, a sharp ache blooming where there should have been understanding. Something stirred inside her, something raw and unfamiliar.
She hated it.
Zara clenched her fists at her sides, nails biting into her palms. She couldn't stop watching, couldn't tear her eyes away. And yet... every second she stared, the yearning inside her grew louder. More demanding.
'I want it too.'
The thought was sudden, fierce, and terrifying. She wanted to laugh and love like them. She wanted to feel that same warmth, that same intoxicating closeness.
But no. No. She couldn't. It was too much. Too foreign.
Her breathing hitched, her whole body trembling from the weight of it, and then—with grim precision—she did the only thing she knew how to do. She cut herself off. Shut down her emotions completely, like flipping a switch.
The ache disappeared. The longing, the fear, the unknown—it all went dark.
She exhaled shakily, her expression flattening into something cold, something numb. It was easier this way. Safer.
To cower.
To run.
To hide from feelings she couldn't understand—because all she'd ever known were shadows, bitterness, and pain.
And what's more terrifying than something you've never known? Never dared to hope for?
Across the clearing, Noah's eyes never left her. He saw every flicker of emotion, every tremor of vulnerability—and then, the moment she shut it all down. He saw her retreat into herself, into that hollow shell of safety.
And that's unsettled Noah.
'What did you live through, Zara?' he wondered quietly. 'What makes you so afraid of love?'
A new resolve sparked in him then, sharp and certain.
Belzebuth... Noah thought , eyes narrowing. I was going to meet him anyway.
His decision was made.
—End of Chapter 109—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC110: The Domain of Lust
Chapter 110: Chapter 110: The Domain of Lust
Chapter 110: The Domain of Lust
With Noah here, his mastery over space more and more refined, they arrived in no time in front of a massive black-and-pink castle. A hazy pink mist wrapped around it, making everything look mystical, its details blurred. You could barely see beyond its shape and those two dominant colors.
But even just standing at the doorstep—they were hit.
An immense surge of lust.
Desire.
Like their emotions had been dialed up to the max—but only lust.
And on top of that? They felt eyes. Watching them. From nowhere and everywhere at once. Eyes that seemed to pierce straight through their souls.
All of them froze—except one.
Those eyes? They couldn't see anything beyond Noah's outward appearance. Couldn't touch him.
Noah turned his head slowly, staring into the depths of the pink mist. His silver hair gleamed beautifully under the dim light, and then... he smiled.
He looked toward Dominique, who stood there like she didn't give a damn.
"You gonna keep standing there watching, or are you gonna help?" he asked flatly.
Dominique gave him an innocent smile. "I mean... they did call me a bitch, didn't they?"
Noah sighed. Not in the mood.
With a snap of his fingers, boom—a wave of sword intent exploded out, swallowing them whole.
Intent.
Not aura.
Noah's original intent was that of the Transcendent Self. Meaning? He'd long since stepped past being just "Noah." He embodied many concepts at his core—and one of them was sword.
Because of that, Noah could channel the intent of any concept inside him, all anchored under his true, transcendent self. His intent helped him correlate, merge, and create his own path within other concepts. In other words—it made it stupidly easy for him to craft new intents.
And with sword? He'd already made his choice:
To sever.
To cut anything—and everything.
That was the sword intent he forged: Severing Sword.
And now, he wrapped Neko and the others in that Severing Sword intent. His target? The overwhelming lust that had been suffocating them.
It was severed. Instantly.
They snapped back to themselves, eyes clearing.
"You didn't have to," Neko snapped, her eyes blazing. Black flames danced around her, wild and furious. "I was gonna burn all this shit myself."
Ester didn't speak—but her shadows deepened, growing so dark it was like even the air dimmed around her.
Zara and Lucius? Untouched from the beginning. Zara had her insane emotional control. Lucius—his Anti-Man's Presence made the surrounding lust completely useless.
Yeah. These two? Monsters in the making.
But Neko and Ester? They'd been thirsting to prove themselves, especially Neko with her new power—but they hadn't even gotten a chance to act.
Noah's lips twitched. Girls... I don't have time for this.
But still—
"Sorry, sorry," he said, brushing it off. "You'll get your turn soon. But right now, I'm in a bit of a rush."
His eyes locked onto Dominique, serious now.
"No more games."
Dominique nodded, her playful smile dropping. She knew—it was time to get down to business.
She guided them deeper inside. No one stopped them.
This was her turf. The domain of Lust's daughter.
Soon, they reached a massive pink door, intricately carved. In its center was a small symbol—a long, elegant pink tongue, drawn with eerie grace.
The Main Chamber.
Where Lilith—the Queen of Lust—waited.
Dominique paused just for a breath... then knocked.
Didn't even wait for an answer. She kicked the door open and barged in.
"HEY, you bitch of a mother! I brought some guests!"
Silence.
Everyone turned to stare at Dominique—wide-eyed, stunned.
Even Noah.
'...The fuck?' echoed in all their minds.
Then—it came.
That voice.
Sweet? No. Too sweet.
No—far beyond sweet.
It was the kind of voice that shattered any idea of what "sweet" could mean. Not divine—no, something different. Something... perfect. The epitome of what a woman's voice should be. The kind that made you drop every single guard the second you heard it.
Lilith's voice.
"You whore of a daughter, stop calling me a bitch in front of company."
Silence.
'The hell?!'
Everyone's expression twisted, like their brains couldn't quite process those words coming from that voice.
Even when cursing crudely, her voice was pure pleasure to the ear.
Lucius almost dropped to his knees. "Shit... I think I just found a new fetish. Women who curse in bed. You guys feel that too?"
Ignored. No one was in the mood.
Dominique tilted her head, hand to her chin, fake-pensive.
"If I'm a whore... what does that make you?"
Lilith just ignored her.
Her gaze slid toward Noah—and her smile curled slowly.
"So. You're the famous Noah Weaverheart."
Her eyes swept up and down, a predator's gaze in no rush.
"I didn't know you were this beautiful."
Noah tilted his head. "You know me?"
Lilith chuckled. "You think I'd let my only daughter run around out there without keeping tabs? Of course I know you."
Her eyes glinted playfully now.
"And I have to admit—you've got something big for your age. And you know how to use it."
She shot Dominique a look.
"No wonder that whore fell for you."
Dominique's lips twitched—but she held it in this time. She was being the bigger woman today.
Lilith stepped closer, graceful and dangerous.
"And I know why you're here."
She instantly disappeared and appeared back in front of him.
"And you know me."
Her smile sharpened.
"I am Lust."
She leaned closer to him, voice dropping lower, velvet-smooth.
"So if you want me—if you want my support..."
She grinned, eyes gleaming wickedly.
"Do what you did with my daughter."
A beat.
"If you're capable."
Her smile stretched wider, razor-sharp.
"And if you fail?"
Her grin turned downright feral.
"You'll join my harem."
The room went still.
Noah stood there, eyes calm, unreadable.
Then he smiled.
"I accept."
But inside?
'FUCK yes. Thank God I bonded with Dominique already.'
Time to prove that even between parent and child...
They always have a favorite. Their favorite child.
And what a coincidence.
Noah? He was favored by Lust.
...
Meanwhile—Sophie.
She was nearly there.
Just two lightning strands left, circling her like wolves. One—the Red Lightning, crackling with such dense, terrifying power it warped the air itself. The other—a thin, flickering golden lightning. Not strong because of sheer might—but because it was slippery. So fast, so elusive, it was almost impossible to catch, let alone refine.
But Sophie's eyes burned with absolute conviction.
"I'm going to do it," she murmured. "No matter what."
She focused everything she had, her body taut, every nerve on high alert.
Ready to complete her new Red Lightning.
Ready to fight— for her throne, for Noah.
She closed her eyes, sinking deep into pure concentration. She pushed her talent to its limits, lurking—waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
That was all she needed. One shot. Once she caught that damn golden lightning? Merging it would be easy.
So she waited.
The lightning—like it knew—never stopped moving, always flickering just out of reach.
Sophie didn't flinch.
'Fine. You want to play the long game? Let's play.'
Her Red Lightning flared, surging with unshakable dominance, like it was saying: let's see if you can outlast me.
What perfect training. An Empress must be patient. Must be steadfast.
So Sophie didn't mind.
This was making her stronger.
And when she was done?
'Heh. Bet none of Noah's other women work as hard as me.' She smirked inwardly.
She thought about the others—those ridiculously talented girls who barely had to lift a finger.
But her?
She was different.
'I'll become his favorite. The only one who's grinding her ass off to keep up. No relying on him. And I will succeed.'
Her Red Lightning deepened, glowing an even richer crimson. Her body began to change, subtly—
not finished yet, but unmistakable.
She was becoming lightning itself.
Not just any lightning.
Her own.
Her sweat.
Her enlightenment.
Her power, forged by her own hands.
And it was beautiful. Deadly.
—End of Chapter 110—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC111: Sweet Anya
Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Sweet Anya
Chapter 111: Her past
Sophie might have been the hardest working when it came to sheer training, but the others? Oh, they were grinding too—just in their own ways.
In her room, Elizabeth sat at the edge of her bed, her gaze razor-sharp. In her hand? The soul of Grand Master Elden.
She'd reviewed his memories again and again. And the best way to deal with the Church?
Simple.
Wipe out the corrupt.
Expose the rest—show the church what these so-called "servants of the goddess" were really doing in the shadows.
Kidnapping children young, brainwashing them into inquisitors.
And what worse was that those without talent—slaughtered like animals. Their bodies Vanished without a trace, to cover it all up.
They controlled certain families—blackmail, leverage, whatever it took to force obedience. And for those who resisted?Immediate death, branded as heretics who'd "turned their backs on the goddess."
Even the royal family wasn't safe. The royal court was crawling with deep Church loyalists, ready to betray their own domain in a heartbeat.
A "Church of Light and Justice."
What a joke.
All they did was exploit, kill, blackmail, and destroy— all in pursuit of more power.
Elizabeth scoffed, voice dripping with venom.
"Tsk. All this... under the eyes of that bitch."
Because yes—it wasn't like Justicia didn't notice.
No. Worse—she blessed some of them. A low level blessings yes...but still it was enough for them to do worse things.
All for one reason:
"The more people of a world believe in her... the deeper their faith. The deeper their faith... the stronger her hold over that world. And eventually? She could claim the entire world for herself."
That's what Justicia wanted. Claiming the world with faith. All by using Elijah as her champion to kill demons and save people from the gates.
True, but there is more than that. Because others champions exist.
But Elizabeth had no idea of the identity of champions.
Elizabeth's eyes turned cold. Ever since regaining her celestial status, she'd started to remember things. Not all, but still some of them.
Like who—and what—Justicia really was.
A celestial. Just like her.
Someone who'd clearly known Elizabeth's past self very well.
Their race was... different. No celestial should be born in a lower world—their bloodlines were too powerful that's why rarely a celestial was born mortal.
And the Celestial Faction is one of the most dominant, most feared.
Beings of Light, Order, Purity, Justice, Balance, etc. Every celestial's power was built around these core principles. Even their other abilities were twisted to fit those principles. A celestial with fire authority? Their flame wouldn't just burn—it would be purifying fire.
It was also possible to ascend into a celestial later,
But—
"Argh..."
Elizabeth groaned, gripping her head. Pain shot through her skull, memories blurring and fading again.
Something—or someone—was blocking her.
Even her own past life was hazy. If she wanted answers...
If she wanted to know why she was here... why she was killed... why Justicia chained her—
Then she'd have to face the one who chained her first.
"She surely knows some things... and she's the only one who can tell me."
Elizabeth looked up at the sky, fists clenched. She wanted to storm up there, demand her answers right now.
But no. She knew better.
She wasn't strong enough.
Yet.
But she would interfere. She'd make Justicia's life hell.
And the first step?
Broadcast Elden's memories. To the entire damn church. And make all the church defects from her.
She smirked darkly.
"Noah told me Solaris, my old mentor, has joined the fight too," she laughed.
"Losing two Saintesses already... Justicia's influence must be taking a serious hit."
Her eyes glinted.
"Well then—let's make it worse."
She stood, her mind sharp, her resolve like steel.
Since returning, hardly anyone in their group had cared much about the academy anymore.
They couldn't afford to.
Noah never said it out loud to Elizabeth—but she was an oracle.
Fate, destiny, foresight— all her domain.
And what did she see?
A world teetering on the edge of chaos.
War.
Beings of unimaginable power tearing the world apart.
And at the heart of it? Elijah.
She'd seen it.
And—
"Five years... maybe," she muttered.
She hadn't told Noah. She didn't need to. He knew. Why else would he be in such a rush to head to the Demon Continent?
He was building strength. Gathering allies.
Trying to soften the blow when everything went to hell.
But—
"Noah's alone... and they're legion."
Her silver eyes hardened, cold and sharp.
"We have to be stronger. Way stronger. We can't let him carry this alone."
Her aura flared, silver lines flashing through her eyes—like threads of fate weaving, letting her glimpse into the unseen.
She couldn't look at Noah directly—his fate was locked away from her. From anyone.
But she could watch those close to him.
"Neko."
Her vision blurred, something shifting. Instantly, she saw her—Neko—standing over someone. Someone Elizabeth wouldn't have looked at twice if she didn't know it was Noah.
They were inside a castle, facing... a woman.
A demon.
"Lilith..." Elizabeth breathed.
But then—Lilith paused, her eyes narrowing as if she felt something watching.
Elizabeth immediately cut her power, jerking back. Heart racing, she steadied her breath.
Her abilities were dangerous. Seeing the past, present, and future of people was no joke—but staring too long at someone like Lilith? SS-rank? As an A rank ?
A death wish.
She wiped her brow.
"So the first one is Lilith. Lust incarnate... well, I trust my love to handle her."
Silence.
Then—
BOOOOMMMM.
Her entire chamber exploded—blasted apart by a pulse of her own aura.
She stood there, shaking, fists clenched.
She didn't want to think about it... but she knew.
"Noah's gonna do some... fucking sexual stuff with her."
She knew. That's how Lust operated—and she hated it.
"I should've been first."
...If only she knew. Noah had already done it with three others.
Yeah. Someone might've actually died today.
No joke.
...
Meanwhile—a very different kind of destruction was unfolding.
In a training room, Anya—cute, sweet little Anya—sat on the floor, aura raging wildly, ripping everything apart around her.
Destruction, pure and simple.
Her affinity? Destruction.
Her talent? Pulverization.
Funny, wasn't it?
This cheerful, bubbly girl had the most annihilating power of them all.
But right now? No smiles. No cheer.
She stood, eyes cold, her usual playful mask gone.
"I'm tired of holding back. I want to destroy things. This isn't enough."
Her voice was ice.
No warmth.
Only destruction and chaos.
Since joining the academy, she'd held herself back. Carefully.
Why?
"I don't want to accidentally wipe out a village and get abducted again," she said softly—like it wasn't a big deal.
That was her.
That was her nature.
Born with it—not made.
Her act with others were all a facade.
But there was one thing—one person—she would never destroy.
"Noah... I really miss him," she murmured, her eyes softening just a bit.
"I wonder when he'll be back... I want to see him."
Then her gaze sharpened.
"All those other girls around him... they're starting to get annoying."
She frowned—but then drifted back to thoughts of Noah, her usual light returning.
Her feelings were only at about 70% right now.
But imagine—just imagine—if those feelings ever crossed that 70% threshold.
A new threat would be born.
A new crazy woman—
And this one?
More dangerous than all the others.
After all... who'd ever suspect a sweet little girl of harboring thoughts of total annihilation?
Not me.
—End of Chapter 111—
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Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Noah and Lilith [1] (R18)
Chapter 112: Noah and Lilith [1] (R18)
Inside the main hall of Lilith's castle, Neko and Ester stood shoulder to shoulder, eyes locked on the glowing pink sphere floating in the center. Inside, Noah and Lilith were... well, no one needed to guess. They were all adults here.
Dominique strolled over, smirking like a cat who'd cornered her prey. "Jealous?" she teased, her voice light but loaded.
Neko's head turned slowly, her eyes meeting Dominique's with that signature calm... but her hair? Already starting to shimmer and flicker with fire at the tips. She didn't bother to reply at first, just stared. Silent. Cool. Dangerous.
Ester didn't even glance at Dominique. Her eyes were locked on that sphere—focused, but her mind was anything but calm.
'Ah, I wish I was in there,' Ester groaned internally. Just imagining Noah's cock plunging into Lilith, rough and deep, made her entire body heat up. A sharp throb shot through her lower belly, and she clenched her thighs together, trying her damned hardest not to let anything... leak out. The last thing she needed was for one of these insanely powerful youths to pick up on her arousal.
But Dominique? Dominique felt it immediately.
That's her domain after all.
She leaned in, her voice dropping low so only Neko and Ester could hear. "Mmm, Ester... I can feel it. Don't even try to hide it—you're soaked."
Ester's body twitched at the blunt words, but she kept her eyes forward, jaw tight, refusing to react.
Neko's lips twitched, amused. Since their intense night together, Neko knew exactly how filthy Ester was. Seeing her pretend to be all cool and composed? Hilarious. She held back her laugh, though, letting Ester suffer in silence.
Finally, Neko spoke, her voice cool and firm. "We're not jealous."
She shrugged casually, her eyes still fixed on the sphere. "We knew this would happen. Noah's not going to stop with just us. There'll be more. Plenty more. Hell, even your mom wants to get her claws into him and make him part of her harem Dominique. Bold move, by the way."
Dominique chuckled, unfazed.
Neko kept going, her tone hardening. "We're not the type to cry every time a new girl gets a turn. But—" her smile twisted, teeth sharp, black flames flickering in her eyes, "we do have standards. Only the worthy ones get to stay. The rest? I don't care if she's a goddess—I'll burn her to ash or freeze her to death."
"Because being worthy of Noah is not a matter of power."
She wasn't bluffing. Noah wasn't just a man; he was a force. And Neko knew the kind of power he carried—and shared.
"So no, we are not jealous Dominique. At last for me and Ester."
"I am not sure about the other."
Ester laughed softly , eyes gleaming. "Elizabeth and Yuki? They'll snap when they find out." She smirked, pure satisfaction on her face. 'I was the first. Before any of them.' She thought silently.
But then she shifted, eyes narrowing on Dominique. "But what about her, Neko? You think she's worthy?"
Dominique's smirk faltered for a second, sensing the sudden shift in atmosphere.
Neko grinned wider, eyes gleaming like a predator. "Good question, Ester. Maybe we should test her."
Her power flared instantly, black ice crawling across the floor, freezing the very air.
Ester's shadows rippled out, dark and hungry, stretching like tentacles across the room.
Dominique's eyes widened. "Whoa, whoa—hold up! Didn't you just say it's not about power?!"
"Shut up, slut," Neko hissed, her voice sharp as a whip. "We decide who's worthy. And you? You think a cock-hopping succubus qualifies?"
Dominique growled, her pride flaring. "I stopped after Noah! I'm loyal now. And what the fuck do you expect from a succubus?! Sex is our power!"
Ester's grin turned feral. "Save the excuses. We'll finish this before Noah gets back."
She didn't forget how this bitch had took the first time of Noah.
Her shadows thickened, oozing menace.
Dominique backed up a step, eyes darting. "Y-You're kidding, right?!"
Ester laughed darkly. "Oh, this'll be great. Better than sitting here imagining Noah railing Lilith all night."
Neko's black ice crackled. "We're going to enjoy this."
Dominique's eyes darted around, panic rising. "W-Wait—!"
BOOOOOOM!!!
"FUCK! YOU BITCHES ASKED FOR IT!"
Magic exploded across the hall as the three clashed, the room instantly thrown into utter chaos.
Off to the side, Zara, Lucius, Leona and Lucy watched in stunned silence.
Lucius finally spoke, reverence dripping from his voice. "Noah is my new goddamn hero. That's it. My life goal is to have women like that fighting over me."
Zara and Lucy just stared at him like he was pure trash, but Lucius didn't care—he was already scheming, eyes bright with determination.
...
Meanwhile—
Inside the pink sphere, Noah stood tall and still, eyes locked on Lilith with unsettling calm.
Lilith raised a brow, amused but also... intrigued. "Confident, aren't you?" she purred, circling him slowly, hips swaying. "Not even a flicker of doubt. You think you can outlast me?" She licked her lips, her eyes glowing with predatory hunger. "The Apostle of Lust?"
Noah's lips curled into a slow smile. "Let's see, shall we?"
With a flicker of power, he dropped the veil on his true form.
BADUM.
[Lilith's affection for you has risen to 50%.]
Truly, beauty's privilege does exist.
Lilith's heart skipped, her breath catching. She froze.
Noah's beauty wasn't just physical—it was divine. Beyond mortal comprehension. The kind of beauty that could break minds, shatter wills. Goddesses would fall over themselves for a taste of him if they knew of his existence. That's how beautiful he was now.
Lilith's legs trembled. She'd never seen anything like it.
And then—Noah unleashed his bloodline. He chose to use his trait.
And to fully embody one of his bloodline. Not just possess it.
But to become it.
Child of Eros.
A ripple of primal power coursed through him, igniting every nerve. His desire, his lust, his need surged to impossible heights. Memories of ancient seduction flooded his mind—millennia of technique and instinct. His cock hardened, thickened, pulsing with inhuman power. His entire body radiated an aphrodisiacal scent, thick and heady, wrapping around Lilith like a drug.
Lilith's eyes glazed over, her body shivering uncontrollably. Her heart raced, her pussy throbbing with desperate need. Whatever self-control she had left snapped.
She tore off her clothes, standing gloriously naked before him. And gods, she was stunning—long pink hair, deep pink eyes with heart-shaped pupils, smooth flawless skin, curves that could make angels fall.
Her breasts were massive, soft and heavy, her waist narrow, her hips wide and inviting. Her thighs were thick and strong, her ass round and high, every inch of her sculpted for sin.
Her body slick with need, she stepped forward, eyes burning with pure hunger
"Let's begin," she whispered, her voice dripping with lust. "Either I break you... or you break me."
She smirked, eyes narrowing. "But let's make this interesting."
"If you win—really win—I'll be yours. Fully. Your slave, Noah. Anything you want. Any time. Every hole I have. No limits."
"You can fuck me anywhere."
She paused, eyes gleaming. "Even my ass."
That was it.
Noah's control shattered, and he lunged at her like a beast unleashed, his hands grabbing, mouth crashing against hers, power rippling between them like a storm about to break.
—End of Chapter 112—
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, Lilith Seductrice, Queen of Lust, swear to serve Noah Weaverheart as my master. I will obey perfectly, like the slave I am. I will never betray, never disobey."
VFUSHHH—!
The air shifted, heavy with power.
{Ding!}
{The Queen of Lust has submitted to you.}
{She has chosen to become your eternal slave.}
{DEVIOUS!}
{New title acquired: The Slave Master.}
{Your new title has been integrated into "One Who Is All." Effects updated.}
Noah grinned at the system's notification, eyes flicking back to Lilith.
"You gained something from me becoming your slave, didn't you?" she teased knowingly.
"Indeed," Noah smirked. "You just saved me a lot of trouble down the line."
He pulled her in and kissed her deeply. "My first eternal slave."
Lilith's eyes sparkled. "I like the sound of that."
She was a wicked, masochistic little thing—and Noah loved every bit of her.
...
When they returned, stepping out together, all eyes were on them. Noah's beauty was dazzling.
Lilith smiled sweetly. "The discussion was... very successful."
Neko, Ester, and Dominique's lips twitched in unison, while the others stared blankly, already tired of their antics.
"The Seductrice family will now fully support Noah Weaverheart," Lilith announced with a proud grin.
Noah's eyes scanned his women—and noticed the bruises and scratches on Neko, Ester, and Dominique.
He frowned. "What happened?"
"Nothing."
"Nada."
"Rien."
Three answers, same meaning.
Noah narrowed his eyes. He knew something had gone down, but he let it slide—for now. They were grown women. They could handle their own battles... until it crossed a line.
"So, what's next, mas—Noah?" Lilith asked, nearly slipping into calling him 'master.'
The girls' ears twitched at that.
Noah kept his face straight. "Mammon. How do we get his support?"
Lilith smirked. "That one's easy. He's greedy. Offer him treasure or land, and he'll be yours."
"But Belzebuth..." her smile darkened. "That bastard just loves causing trouble."
"Is there any way to bring him to our side?" Noah asked.
Zara's body tensed subtly, her eyes flashing with anger.
Leona caught the change, her mind racing. 'Is she... connected to Belzebuth?'
Lilith raised a brow. "If you really want, we can find a way."
Noah smirked. "I was just curious. Wanted to know if there's anything he desires badly—so I can exploit it."
He glanced at Zara, eyes gleaming.
"Mind coming with me for a little walk, Zara?"
He grinned.
"Let's visit Belzebuth, shall we?"
—End of Chapter 114—
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC115: Absolute Ice
Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Absolute Ice
Chapter 115: Abdolute Ice
Zara tilted her head in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Didn't you want to go to Belzebuth's territory?"
"Then let's go together. I want to accompany you—and at the same time look around the demon continent."
"Just the two of us."
The others reacted. Neko and Ester frowned slightly, exchanging looks with him.
Dominique's face was like someone who had been anticipating something... only to have it denied at the last second.
Leona didn't mind, and Lucius? He couldn't care less. In fact, Lucius was happy to stay behind in Lilith's territory.
After all—
'I didn't finish properly last time because I was interrupted,' Lucius thought darkly.
Noah glanced at their faces and instantly understood. But—
'I need time alone with her. Her affection is too low. 30%? Goddamn, that's a first.'
'And her talent is too damn useful. Controlling emotions? Who in their right mind would pass up that kind of power? Bullshit.'
He smiled at his women.
He transmitted his voice directly into the minds of Neko, Ester, and Dominique.
'I need this alone time if I want to win her over, right? Otherwise, with you there, Neko, she'd never even glance at me. I have to corner her into a situation where she has no choice but to talk and look at me. Please understand—and cheer me up, okay? It won't take long anyway.'
He explained, and they easily understood. None of them minded Zara's addition to the harem. After all, Neko liked her a lot, and Zara seemed worthy enough.
So the matter was settled easily.
Noah turned to Zara, who was still standing there, staring at him.
"Unfortunately, I don't think you have too much of a choice, right, Zara?"
"So let's just go."
Zara didn't say anything for a couple of seconds before sighing.
"Fine."
Noah smiled.
"Let's go!"
He turned and started walking for a while before glancing over his shoulder.
Zara hadn't moved an inch. She was looking at him like he was a complete idiot.
Noah's lips twitched. "What are you waiting for?"
"Aren't you good with space magic? Just use teleportation!"
Noah refused immediately. "No. We walk."
Teleport and miss the chance to spend more time with you? Hell no.
Zara opened her mouth, ready to argue again—
But Noah suddenly appeared right in front of her. "Zara, for the love of all the gods out there—just come already."
He grabbed her hand and teleported away, arriving just outside the castle gates. Planning to walk from there.
He left some parting words for the others:
"Find out what Mammon would love—preferably a treasure. The wilder the better. I don't care what it is, just find something he'd die for and report back."
"Neko, you've got new powers—get used to them."
"Ester, train too."
"Dominique, go to your mother and train."
"Leona, you can show your true nature now. Learn how to fight effectively with it."
"Lucius, you horny bastard, keep slacking off and you'll never get what you want. Go train, damn it."
"And you, dear Lucie—you know what to do."
"All of you—fight each other. Learn how to fight together."
Noah's voice disappeared.
Each of them absorbed his directives with serious expressions, ready to give it their all so they wouldn't disappoint him.
Lucius's lips twitched. 'Damn you, Noah. You spent all day fucking and now you're forbidding me? Bastard's abusing his power.'
And so—
"Follow the servants," Lilith said. "They'll show each of you your training ground."
"There's a central one—my personal training ground—where we'll all fight together like Noah said."
She smiled.
Then she turned to her daughter. "And you, bitch, come with me. It's time for proper training."
"Stop calling me bitch, you bitch."
Mother and daughter, calling each other "bitch."
What a beautiful bond.
Right?
...
While Noah was off on a 'date' with Zara in the territory of a Demon Lord—
Two mature women were fighting over him.
Well, technically, one was fighting—the other was just parrying attacks.
Selene and Elira.
Ever since Elira told Selene how she became Noah's woman, Selene wanted a piece of her.
A piece?
Fuck that. Judging by her crazed eyes, she wanted more than just a piece.
"YOU FUCKING WHORE!"
Millions of ice spears appeared in the sky of the white realm, raining down on Elira like a storm.
Elira sighed, clapping her fingers. Time around the ice spears slowed significantly, making them crawl through the air like molasses. Then, with a casual swipe of her right hand, space shattered—and the spears were absorbed into the void.
It was as easy as breathing.
That was the difference in power. Elira was fundamentally no longer a mortal. She was a Supreme.
No matter how weakened she was, an SS-rank being couldn't pose a real threat.
"Please stop, Selene. You're making this difficult for me."
"I. Don't. Care," Selene snapped.
She could see she wasn't a match for Elira—but that didn't matter.
Because—
"Luminara, get over here. Let's teach this bitch a lesson."
Luminara appeared, sighing heavily, clearly fed up with Selene. "Can't you calm down?"
"I am calm."
Selene's aura erupted violently, making the air around her drop to subzero.
Luminara's eyes twitched. "You know if she's with Noah, that means Noah accepted her and loves her. Do you really want to fight someone Noah loves?"
Selene had one massive weakness—and that was Noah.
No matter what, if Noah's happiness was at risk, she'd stop.
That's how much she loved her son. That's how much Noah meant to her.
And so, she stopped—but her eyes remained locked on Elira. Cold. Filled with killing intent.
Elira stood still, sighing in relief. She didn't want to hurt Noah's mother.
She looked at Luminara with gratitude.
Luminara just nodded.
"Since when?" Selene asked coldly.
"A month or so."
"Did you two... do anything?" she pressed.
Elira frowned, puzzled. "What?"
Selene's patience snapped. "Did you two KISS or something?" she nearly shouted.
Elira's face lit up—and without thinking, she blurted out, "Oh yes, we kissed. It was amazing. I wish I can—"
She froze. Eyes widening slightly.
Slowly, she turned her head to Selene, who had bowed her head, her entire body trembling.
"Oh, fuck," Luminara muttered.
Elira smiled awkwardly. "I didn't mean—"
She didn't even get to finish.
Selene's voice rang out, calm, cold, and absolute:
"Concept Activation—Absolute Ice."
Silence.
Elira's eyes widened in shock.
The air stilled.
Everything froze.
Even time and space.
Selene raised her hand, pointing a single finger at Elira—the only thing still moving.
She looked at Elira, her gaze sharp as blades.
"Die."
And—
Elira began to freeze. From the inside out.
—End of Chapter 115—
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Chapter 116: Chapter 116: Sword's favorite
Chapter 116: Yuki, The One Loved By Sword
"Die."
Selene's voice was like ice—absolute, merciless. She meant it. She was going to kill Elira. That intent burned bright in her eyes and laced every word.
She wanted Elira dead—for kissing her son. Her dear baby. Her Noah.
For doing something that even she... hadn't done with Noah.
Yeah, that was the real problem. It wasn't just the kiss itself—that was an issue, sure, but it didn't warrant this level of killing intent.
No—the real problem was how dare Elira kiss Noah before her? Selene was supposed to be his first. His first in everything.
And if she only knew what Noah had already done with the others... well, let's not go there.
But Elira wasn't some pushover.
She was a Supreme.
A dragon.
And not just any dragon—a Soul Dragon.
The first and only of her kind.
So no, she wasn't going to be underestimated. Her voice rang out—smooth, calm, unshaken.
And it wasn't just her voice. It was layered—multiple beings speaking at once.
"Concept Activation—The Holder of Souls: Nicolas's Burning Sun Concept."
A sun exploded into existence above them—a burning, searing orange sun. The temperature spiked, shooting sky-high in an instant.
The frozen time and space? They started to burn instantly.
Time began to flow normally again. Space unraveled, no longer shackled.
The surrounding ice dissolved.
Elira's body ignited in orange flames—but she was untouched. The fire only devoured the ice that had tried to freeze her.
She let out a soft sigh, eyes locking onto Selene, who was still glaring at her, eyes thirsting for blood.
'Ah, my concept... damn, it's been a while since I saw you use that,' Nicolas's voice echoed in her mind, happy that his concept was being used after such a long time.
'Why didn't you use my concept, dear disciple? It would've been enough.'
'Shut it, old man. My concept fits this situation better.'
The argument between souls started up, but Elira had no patience for it.
'All of you, shut up. Figure out how I can fix this without my husband getting pissed at me for hurting his mother.'
That was Elira's true power—her concept was ridiculous. She could use the concept of any soul she possessed.
Yeah—multiple concepts, ready to go. That's why even other Supremes didn't mess with her lightly. And the one above respect her.
The voices stopped bickering immediately.
'Just use my concept and imprison her.'
'Or mine—put her to sleep.'
'Or mine—show her that her puny ice is nothing compared to real ice.'
Elira's eyes narrowed at that last one. 'Watch your mouth. Don't you dare belittle Noah's mother.'
She might be annoyed by Selene's attack, but that's all it was—annoyance.
She understood Selene. And seeing her act like this, Elira realized something...
Her eyes widened.
'Yeah... this could work.'
Unlike humans, dragons—and other big races—don't care about incest. Hell, they do it regularly. Their bloodlines are too strong, too precious to dilute.
But for humans? A bit trickier indeed.
So—
"I can help you!" Elira blurted out.
Her thoughts had been lightning-fast—barely any time had passed for the others.
Selene and Luminara both blinked, tilting their heads, confused.
Elira took a deep breath. "I can help you with Noah. It's obvious—you feel something more than just maternal love. But with my help, I can smooth things over, make him accept you."
She didn't even pause. "I'm a dragon, by the way—and in our race? This kind of thing is normal. I'm qualified to help."
She spat it all out fast—afraid Selene might snap before hearing her out.
But she didn't need to worry.
The moment Selene heard help, her killing intent vanished—like it had never existed.
She rushed toward Elira, eyes wide with hope.
"Really? You can help me?" she asked, breathless, excited.
That was her biggest fear. Even if she wanted Noah, what if Noah never saw her that way? What if he only saw her as his dear mother—nothing more?
That would break her completely. That's why Elira's kiss had made her snap. She was jealous... and scared. Scared she'd never get her chance because of her role as his mother.
But now... if she could get help—from Elira, one of his women...
'Yes... there's a chance.'
She smiled at Elira—radiant, like a girl meeting her new best friend. "Please, help me."
Elira's lips twitched. So hypocritical. But she just nodded.
Selene's smile bloomed even brighter.
That's all it took.
Just mention Noah—and she was yours. For good or for bad.
What a loving mother.
...
Elsewhere, in the academy—
At the training grounds.
Yuki sat cross-legged, meditating. In front of her lay her sword—a beautifully crafted katana. You could see the love and mastery in every curve of its blade.
She was deep in thought.
Back when she first created her sword technique, Phantom Severance, she'd earned a title: Sword Skill's Weaver.
A title reserved for creating sword skills.
That meant crafting new sword techniques would come easier for her now.
And that's what she was pondering—a new skill. She already had an illusion-type sword technique.
Even though her master had left her a full set of sword styles, Yuki was feeling greedy.
She wanted her own techniques. Her own legacy.
Something she could leave behind—or pass on to her children.
Their children. Hers and Noah's.
Her face flushed red, like a tomato.
CLAP!
"Agh—I need to focus!" She slapped her cheeks, forcing herself back on track.
It wasn't easy, but she managed.
And so—
"A sword skill... but what type?"
It was a shame Yuki had only sword affinity. If she had other elements, she could've created something truly insane by combining them.
But maybe that's what made her unique.
She was a being of the sword. Loved by the sword. In love with the sword.
Pure. Untainted.
That's why only she was worthy of the sword.
Even Noah—with his literal sword body, his at least S-rank sword-level body strength and durability—wasn't worthy.
Because deep down, Noah wasn't a swordsman. He didn't love the sword itself—only the power it gave him.
That was the difference between him and Yuki.
And for her love and dedication to the sword—
How could the sword itself ever let her down?
The Akashic Record pinged.
{Your title "Sword Skill's Weaver" is guiding you.}
That was it.
But that tiny nudge—
Yuki's eyes snapped open—wide and bright. Her orange irises shifted, turning sword-shaped.
In that moment, clarity struck.
A revelation.
A ridiculous, beautiful enlightenment.
"A sword..."
"...with no form?"
Truly—a crazy thing to think.
—End of Chapter 116—
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Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Worthy
Chapter 117: Worthy
A sword with no form.
How could she achieve that?
Yuki's thoughts raced, but even after several minutes, no clear idea came to her. She had only a hint, a single thread of guidance.
A sword with no form.
It was as if the very concept of the sword had whispered to her:
"Show me your worth."
Show me you can grasp it. Show me you can understand the meaning behind a sword with no form.
But Yuki was not the type to be discouraged. None of Noah's women were.
They couldn't afford to be.
Because to stand beside someone like Noah — with his strength and his will — they needed to be just as determined, just as relentless.
What none of them fully realized, though, was that if Noah wanted, he could make all their struggles vanish in an instant. With a mere flick of his finger, he could merge all the affinities Sophie was laboring to control. He could help each of them unlock their potential.
But... what would be the point of that?
Where would the satisfaction be?
Noah wanted to see them fight for it. He wanted to give them the choice — the path they wanted to walk, the battles they wanted to overcome on their own. Only after that would he step in to help, to lift them higher.
That was his way of respecting them.
That was also the only way they could earn their titles: by pushing themselves, by doing something worthy.
Worthy.
And Yuki — she was worthy.
She tilted her head slightly, her pupils still shaped like slender blades, though the glow was slowly fading.
"What is a sword with no form?" she murmured to herself.
"A... formless sword," she said aloud, then laughed softly. "Obviously."
But still... what did it mean to be formless?
Adaptability.
To be without form meant to adapt, easily and efficiently, to anything.
"So... if I apply that to a sword... a sword that adapts to anything?"
Any environment. Any opponent. Any power.
Anything.
Her eyes lit up with realization.
"A sword with no weaknesses. A sword that can face anyone — and always be its best."
But then she frowned.
"How?"
"If my opponent uses fire... do I use water or ice?"
Her frown deepened.
She didn't have all those affinities.
...Was her understanding of 'formless' wrong?
No.
Yuki shook her head firmly. "I'm thinking about this the wrong way."
Her mind whirled.
"I'm underestimating my affinity."
I am the sword.
"What's the essence of a sword?"
"The essence of a sword is to kill. To cut. To sever."
To murder.
"That's it."
"It doesn't matter what type of sword it is. Its purpose is the same."
And at that—
Her eyes went blank.
"I am made to kill," she whispered.
Because she was a sword. A weapon.
So if she wanted to kill, she wasn't limited. Everything in her environment, even her opponent's own power, could become her weapon.
To do that, she had to become exactly what she was chasing—
Formless.
She had to become a water sword against fire. A light sword against darkness. A piercing blade against defenses. A fast blade against speed.
She had to adapt.
Her eyes widened as realization struck.
"Why was I limiting myself?" she murmured.
"My sword can be anything. Fire. Water. Ice. Space. Time. Heavy. Swift. Loving. Deadly."
"I don't have the affinity?"
"Fuck that."
She grinned fiercely.
She would draw those affinities, those concepts, into her sword with her sword affinity.
Water sword?
It's a sword at the end. And sword was her thing.
And the first step—
"I need to shape something into a sword."
"Like turning water into a water blade."
She nodded, her determination crystallizing.
"Let's start with the basics: fire, water, air, earth."
"Then..."
Her eyes glimmered.
"I need to feel the intangible — space, time, emotions — and shape those into swords."
Her katana in front her trembled subtly...as if sensing something fascinating!
It sounded impossible.
No — it was impossible.
But if she managed to do it?
What a magnificent feat that would be.
"I should ask Teacher Damon for guidance too," she decided.
And so, Yuki began her training.
A brutal, unforgiving training.
But she was determined.
...
Meanwhile—
Noah walked calmly, Zara beside him. Hours had passed since they'd begun their journey toward Belzebuth's territory.
The atmosphere between them was...
Awkward.
Zara refused to speak, and when she did, it was in clipped, one- or two-word answers.
It was maddening.
Not even Noah's beauty seemed to fully work — though it was working, just barely. He caught her sneaking glances at him now and then.
She was intrigued. Surprised by his looks.
But courting a woman with control over emotions? She could just cut off all her feelings — and that was it.
'This can't go on,' Noah thought grimly.
He glanced at the sky. It was getting dark. Turning his head, he caught Zara staring — she immediately snapped her gaze away.
Noah's lips twitched.
'Girl, just admit I'm handsome — would it kill you?'
He sighed inwardly.
"We should find a place to spend the night," he said. "It's getting dark."
Zara gave a silent nod.
Soon, they found themselves in a cave, just the two of them.
Zara sat across from Noah, radiating disinterest.
But Noah would be a fool to waste this chance.
"Do you have a grudge against Demon Lord Belzebuth?" he asked casually.
Zara flinched slightly, but stayed silent.
Noah sighed. "I don't know what problem you have with me, but if it's about Neko, I've already settled everything."
"I know," Zara muttered.
Even she wasn't sure why she held onto this resentment. She'd thought it was because Noah hurt Neko.
But...
She was starting to realize it wasn't that.
And she didn't want to go down that line of thought just yet.
"Don't you think I should at least know what you're planning?" Noah added lightly. "Otherwise, I might, you know — unintentionally make things harder for you."
His smile was warm — deceptively so.
Zara knew better.
She'd been around Noah enough to know one thing:
He was a blackmailing bastard.
He loved to push, to press just the right buttons, to make you give in. And the most frustrating part?
You couldn't do anything about it.
He was too subtle, too precise.
And he was right.
She couldn't afford to have Noah messing up her plans.
She sighed, resigned.
"What do you want?"
"If you're trying to add me to your little collection of women, forget it."
Zara was no fool. She knew what Noah wanted. But he wouldn't succeed.
He was a beautiful bastard — but still a bastard.
Noah smiled, not the least bit surprised. He hadn't even tried to hide his intentions.
"I do want you," he said bluntly.
With someone as guarded as Zara, subtlety wouldn't work.
"I want your affection."
Zara frowned. "Why? You already have all those girls around you. Why do you want me?"
She didn't understand. How could someone want more?
And the most baffling part — Noah wasn't looking at her with lust. He didn't just want her body.
She'd seen how he treated his women, how they loved him.
"Didn't I promise you something?" Noah asked softly.
Zara tilted her head — then her eyes widened in realization.
Noah smiled.
"Yes. I said I'd teach you love, remember?"
"And I intend to keep that promise."
His smile brightened, dazzling.
His beauty was almost unfair.
And in that moment of weakness, as Zara's walls cracked just a little, his beauty struck her like an arrow.
'How can a human be this beautiful?' she wondered, dazed.
But Noah wasn't finished.
"And as a first step... to teach you love..."
His smile shifted.
Into that signature smirk.
Wide. Devilish.
"Let's start with the one who made you like this. The one who made you loveless."
A pause.
"Let's deal with Belzebuth. Together."
—End of Chapter 117—
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Chapter 118: Chapter 118: The Weight of what we hide
Chapter 118: The Weight of what we hide
Zara looked at Noah with her black, emotionless eyes.
"Who said it was Belzebuth?" she asked quietly.
At her question, Noah gave an awkward smile. "Don't tell me it's not him, please. That would be too embarrassing after everything I just said." He said in a slightly embarrassing tone.
For the first time since the incident with Neko, Zara smiled—just slightly. She found this Noah more...human and relatable.
"It's him," she confirmed, amusement flickering in her voice. "I just wanted to give you a taste of what you always do to the rest of us."
[Zara's affection for you has reached 35%.]
After so much effort, her affection had risen by 5%. A small increase—but progress nonetheless.
Noah chuckled softly. "I figured it was him. But... what exactly did he do to you? I'm still in the dark here."
He leaned forward, voice softer. "And knowing that—it helps me understand how to help, how to act."
Zara's fingers tightened slightly, her hands clenching in her lap. Telling him meant opening herself up completely—revealing the most painful, vulnerable parts of her life. The things that had shaped her into the cold, guarded person she was now.
She trembled faintly at that thought.
She can't do that.
Noah's chest tightened at the sight. He didn't like seeing Zara like this. So without thinking, without hesitation, he stepped forward—and wrapped his arms around her.
"Y-YELP—!"
Zara yelped in shock, her eyes going wide as his arms locked around her. Immediately, she began to struggle. "You—you—what are you doing?! Let go of me right now!!"
Her voice cracked, emotions spilling out unchecked—rare for someone like her. It was chaos inside her chest, and she had no idea how to handle it. Because she had never experienced things like this.
"Shhh..."
Noah gently shushed her, his arms tightening.
"Stop struggling. I'm not letting go... so you may as well calm down and accept it."
His voice was calm, unshakable.
"I didn't know you were the type to force yourself on women!" Zara snapped, still wriggling in his arms. "Let me go, Noah Weaverheart!"
But her strength was nothing compared to his. After several minutes of exhausting herself, Zara finally gave up. She sagged in his arms, stiff but no longer fighting.
Noah smiled softly.
"I don't know what you've been through," he murmured near her ear. "But I can guess it wasn't easy. And I know you don't want to talk about it—not because you can't, but because you're scared. Scared of reliving it. Scared of showing weakness."
Zara's body trembled.
"But, Zara... you're not alone."
Her breath hitched.
"You have Neko. You even have Alice. And you have me."
He smiled gently.
"You might not particularly like me right now. But I like you. And I'm not after your affection just for the sake of it."
Many would think Noah was just collecting women for power, for prestige. And yes, there was some truth to that—but it was never just that. Like his system reminded him, staying with a woman he didn't care about would eventually become unbearable.
Every woman he pursued—he genuinely wanted them. And even if it seemed like he neglected them sometimes... it was never his choice. He was only one man. He couldn't be everywhere at once.
A problem he had to solve eventually.
But for now—
"So don't shut yourself off," he whispered gently to Zara "Let yourself be loved."
"Don't hide behind that power of yours. Because if you keep numbing your feelings... one day, you won't be able to turn them back on."
"And honestly—that's dangerous. Humans are creatures of emotion. Without them... what's left, Zara?"
"You need fear to overcome it and grow. You need love to know how to love back and how to appreciate others and yourself. You need courage and determination to face your challenges."
He paused.
"You need emotions to feel alive—not just to be alive."
"So, dear Zara... open yourself to us. You know we won't disappoint you. Neko won't. Alice won't."
"...And I won't."
His arms tightened, warmer, more tender.
And this time—Zara couldn't stop herself.
This time... she didn't want to.
Her carefully buried emotions erupted.
She broke.
"He took everything from me Noah. Everything. And he refuse to give it back."
Tears flooded down her face, her chest heaving with sobs. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to cry. Hard. Even harder than Neko.
Because she had been holding it all in for far too long.
Noah simply held her. No words. Just presence. Just the silent promise:
I'm here. So cry. Let it out.
And Zara did. Not for an hour.
For the entire night.
Truly—burying your feelings was dangerous. Because when you finally reach your limit... you break beneath the weight of everything you tried to ignore.
A dangerous, shattering thing.
⸻
Meanwhile—
In a distant chamber, Isac and Albert stood before a throne.
On it sat a man—no, a demon—so bloated the throne itself seemed to strain beneath him. His jet-black hair and eyes were unremarkable, but the aura he radiated was anything but ordinary.
Beside him lay a mountain of food, which he devoured as casually as breathing.
"Nom nom nom... How was your journey?" Belzebuth asked between mouthfuls.
Isac and Albert grimaced. Not only was the demon lord's aura suffocating, but it was nearly impossible to understand him through the nonstop chewing.
Still, Isac forced himself to listen. "It... it went well."
Belzebuth squinted. "Were you supposed to come see me?" He asked. After all he didn't remember having to meet these two lowly humans.
Isac clenched his fists. "We deeply apologize, Demon Lord Belzebuth. But we had no other choice. Our lives are at risk, and we've come to ask you to accelerate the process."
He bowed deeply. Not only him, Albert too.
Isac and Albert—the princes of Castria, heir to the human domain throne—bowed deeply, their head almost touching the ground.
Two proud human nobles, bowing before a demon.
Humiliating.
But they didn't care. Their hearts were set.
They wanted the throne.
And if that meant colluding with demons... with Belzebuth, the most gluttonous and troublesome of all demon lords...
So be it.
"Please," Isac whispered. "Give us power."
"Power to kill that monster."
Belzebuth gazed down at them—and a slow, wicked grin stretched across his face.
What a delicious sight. Two human princes, groveling before him.
He threw his head back—
And laughed.
Loud. Boisterous. Insatiable.
—End of Chapter 118—
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Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Lonely Daughter
Chapter 119: Lonely Daughter
Belzebuth looked with great superiority and disdain toward the kneeling Isac and Albert.
He found them truly pitiful.
"Are you sure you want the power I will give?" he asked with a feral grin on his face.
Were they ready? What a dumb question to ask.
They wouldn't be here if they weren't ready to shoulder the consequences of their actions.
So, with a deep and resolute voice, "We are ready," Isac and Albert said.
"Fine." Belzebuth cut his finger, and two drops of black blood gushed out. They floated before him, twisting and swirling viciously.
The air around them trembled — heavy, disgusting.
Isac and Albert watched the scene as unease started to creep into their bodies. They didn't know why, but just seeing these two drops of blood made their own blood churn with apprehension.
"Take them," Belzebuth said.
"Ingest this blood. You will then have the power you desire."
Isac, ever perceptive, asked, "What—what else?" He could sense power would not be the only thing they'd gain from this.
And indeed—
Belzebuth grinned wickedly. "Of course, you didn't expect my help without me gaining anything from it, right?"
"By ingesting this blood, you will become my slave."
He laughed. "You won't be able to disobey me — you won't even be able to think of disobedience. I will have your life in my hand."
Isac and Albert trembled in pure dread.
"W-What? That was not what we agreed on," Albert said, his voice trembling.
Isac was still frozen, his mind racing with unknown thoughts.
"We agreed on letting you have part of the human domain after you helped us gain it — not that any of us would be your slave!"
Yes, that was the deal. Once Belzebuth helped them seize the throne, they would give him part of the human domain.
A territory.
A demon having territory in the human domain.
Such a heresy.
But even with that—
"I want more now," Belzebuth said simply, continuing to eat without a care for the world. His body was growing bigger and bigger in real time.
"I don't just want a territory now. I want all the human domain. And what's easier than starting by enslaving the very heirs of the human domain?"
Isac and Albert went rigid, their whole bodies and minds struggling to process what Belzebuth had just said.
But immediately, their aura flared.
Wind.
The inherent affinity of the royal family.
The air itself became razor-sharp, able to cut through almost anything.
They wouldn't accept this.
Isac's voice became sharp. "Don't overstep your boundaries, Demon Lord Belzebuth."
Albert's voice followed right after. "Just because we kneeled in front of you, you think we'll accept anything you say?"
"We'd rather let that bitch of a sister become Empress than let a fucking demon take over the whole human domain."
"Especially not because of us."
They were ready to fight.
But—
Belzebuth laughed. "You are in my domain. You are in front of me, Belzebuth. And you're trying to fight?"
"You — A-rank — against me, SS-rank?"
"Fools."
BOOOMM—!
A heavy, oppressive aura filled the room. An aura that seemed to consume and absorb the surroundings.
Instantly, Isac and Albert collapsed to their knees, unable to bear the weight of Belzebuth's aura.
Belzebuth's voice echoed — no longer boisterous, but heavy and all-consuming.
"There was no choice for you the moment you stepped foot into my domain."
A pause.
"You will either be my slave... or be my slave."
He grinned — wild and evil.
"Yes. No choice."
Isac and Albert's eyes widened in terror.
And in that moment, they realized.
They had fucked up.
Badly.
...
Back with Noah and Zara—
They were still locked in a hug. Zara had cried hard through the whole night. Noah's clothes were wet with her tears.
Now they sat in silence. But Noah knew.
He smiled. "Stop acting like you're asleep. I know you're not," he said, and Zara immediately twitched, as if not expecting Noah to see through her so easily.
"I was sleeping. You just woke me up," she murmured.
"Yes, yes, of course," Noah said, rolling his eyes.
Zara stayed silent, choosing not to bury herself deeper in embarrassment.
Noah then broke the hug and looked her straight in the eyes.
After this night of crying and his comforting presence, Zara's feelings had reached 45%.
So now, a real conversation was possible. That's why—
"Tell me, what did he do to you?" he asked softly.
Zara stayed silent for a few seconds before taking a deep breath, gathering herself.
"Before telling you what he did, I think it's better I start with who — or what — I am."
She locked eyes with Noah, now deciding to reveal everything. Now deciding not to run anymore.
"I am Zara Bane. Bane isn't even my last name — it's a name I chose for myself, because since that day, I've banned myself from love."
"I am a hybrid. A demon and human."
Noah nodded. He already knew from his system.
She took another breath.
"My mother was human. My father, a demon."
"I never knew my father. In fact, I didn't even know I wasn't fully human. As I grew up, I started noticing differences between me and the other children. And that's when things went from bad to worse."
"Because yes, my mother never truly treated me well. She always looked at me with disdain. With disappointment. As if I was not what she expected. Sometimes I even saw traces of hatred in her eyes."
Zara let out a hollow laugh.
"I never knew why. I always did my best to please her, but even that backfired. She ended up beating me, insulting me. Calling me an error, a worthless wretch... a mistake."
She trembled. She remembered when she had tried to bake a cake for her mother's birthday but didn't know how — and almost burned the whole house down.
...That day, her mother had almost killed her with the beating.
Remembering that, Zara couldn't help trembling even more.
Noah reached out and held her hand. "Slowly. Don't rush. Take your time." Noah's heart ached painfully hearing her story.
'She lived all this?' He wondered painfully.
Zara steadied herself.
"That was my life as a child. But like I said, when I started noticing the differences between me and the others — my abnormal deep black eyes, my abnormal mana affinity from a young age, how I was growing too fast, how sometimes I didn't quite fit in among humans — I made the mistake of telling my mother."
"My mother got worse. From that day on, beatings became daily. The cursing too. And she made me do awful things."
"I wasn't even considered a child."
"All I wanted then was death. To die, to rest peacefully."
She paused.
"That's when it happened."
She raised her head toward the sky, as if still seeing that moment.
"Demons surged out of nowhere. In an instant, they killed everyone in the village."
"Everyone except me and my mother."
"Because my mother struggled to fight all of them alone."
"That's when I realized my mother wasn't a regular human."
"She was an Awakened One. Something impossible to find in that border village, in the human domain. The village we called Sonou."
"She was an S-rank, with control over the emotion of lust."
She turned to Noah.
"Yes. I probably got my talent from her. Only mine is more broad. But you can't even imagine what she did."
She laughed again, sharp and hollow.
"She used her lust abilities to sleep with a demon to have a child. She used a moment of weakness to achieve that."
"For what? Because she wanted the talent of that demon for her child."
"As you know, children usually inherit the talent of their parents or a version of it."
"Because that demon wasn't just any demon."
"It was Demon Lord Belzebuth. The one able to consume anything."
She paused.
"Yes, Noah. Demon Lord Belzebuth is my father. And he killed the entire village — and my mother — for tricking him."
"And he only let me live because, I quote, 'Even if you are filth, you are still my blood.'"
"Then he left me there."
"A ten-year-old child. In a destroyed village. With no food or water. In a land crawling with monsters."
"That pain, that overwhelming anger. Because even after everything I'd been through, at least I wasn't alone. I was treated like garbage, but I wasn't alone."
"So that day, when I was alone. Lost in a ruined village."
"When I was hurt, denied of everything."
"Instead of being happy that I had finally lost the mother who never loved me, who only saw me as a tool... I chose to chase the only one I had left in this world."
"My father."
"In the beginning, I fooled myself, saying it was for revenge."
"That I hated him, wanted to kill him."
But now, after accepting those feelings that I have buried for so long, I know.
"It was never about vengeance."
She smiled a hollow, painful smile. Tears shimmering in her eyes.
And she laughed — sharp, bitter — then choked, as if the sound had cut her from the inside.
"I was just lonely."
"I just wanted to see my father."
"I just wanted to find love from him because I couldn't find it anywhere else."
"After all... I'm his daughter..."
Right?
—End of Chapter 119—
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