HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC120: A new name
Chapter 120: Chapter 120: A new name
Chapter 120: A new name
She was only a project.
A thing to acquire Belzebuth's talent... but for what reason?
Why would her mother want that talent for her? Sure, it was powerful — but what was the purpose behind it all?
These questions had haunted her since that fateful day.
And the worst part was, she could no longer get the answer — because her mother had died that very day.
Zara's tears flowed freely, her black eyes locked into Noah's silver gaze.
She expected to see pity there.
Pity for the fact that she was chasing after a man who didn't even care if she lived or died.
Pity for the childhood she had barely survived.
Pity that her own mother had seen her only as a tool.
But what she saw in Noah's eyes wasn't pity.
It was compassion.
It was love.
And it was respect.
Compassion for her pain.
Love — the kind she had never dared believe in, not from a man like him, known for gathering women around him.
And respect...
"W-why... why are you looking at me like this? With love and respect?" she asked, her voice hoarse with pain and disbelief.
Noah smiled softly. "I told you I liked you. I was honest — it wasn't a joke. So how could I not look at you with love and affection?"
"And as for respect..."
He reached out and took Zara's trembling hands in his, wrapping them with comfort and warmth.
"How could I not respect you? You lived through a childhood of pain, with a mother who only saw you as a tool — who cursed you, beat you, tried to break you. And then, when your father came... when the whole village was destroyed by his hand... even then, you survived."
"You went through all of that... and yet, Zara, you didn't turn evil."
It was incredible.
Because anyone else — anyone with even half her past — would have become a villain, bent on revenge and destruction.
But Zara hadn't.
"No," Noah whispered, smiling. "You searched for love, Zara. You didn't chase hatred. You chased love. Some would say it's pathetic, chasing after the one who destroyed everything around you."
His eyes softened.
"But I say... it's incredibly brave. To chase love when the world pushes you toward hatred. How could I not respect that?"
"...how could I not respect you, Zara?"
His silver eyes locked onto her black, bottomless ones.
The contrast between them was striking.
It was beautiful.
It was mesmerizing.
Zara's body trembled.
She had never seen her situation this way. She'd always been running from her true feelings, afraid they made her weak, pathetic — for wanting love from someone who clearly didn't care.
She had always thought she was pathetic.
"I-I'm... not pathetic?" she whispered, almost like a question, timid and fragile.
"You're not pathetic," Noah said firmly. "You're brave. You're strong. You're courageous. Because let me tell you — few, if any, would've chosen the path you did."
He gave a small, crooked smile.
"Me, for example? I doubt I would've chased love over vengeance."
"So no, Zara. You're not pathetic."
And then — she cried.
Again, and again, and again.
It wasn't just crying.
It was a release — all the burdens, all the pain, all the wounds she had carried alone for so long.
"Let it out," Noah murmured.
"You no longer need to chase love from the wrong place."
HIC. HIC. Zara's cries grew louder.
"You no longer need to chase someone who doesn't care."
HIC, HIC. And louder.
"You no longer need to hold back your feelings out of fear."
HICCC. HICCC. Even louder.
"Because, Zara..."
She surged forward, wrapping her arms around him — clinging to him as if afraid he'd vanish. The feel of his warmth made her calm down and feel at ease.
Noah simply hugged her back, calmly, his eyes soft, his smile gentle.
"You're loved," he whispered. "Because you are loved, Zara. By Neko, by Alice... by me."
He grinned softly.
"And believe me — many more will love you."
"So don't hold back. Don't hide. Come out and face it. And you'll see... it was never as hard as you feared."
Noah gently cupped her face, lifting her chin until their eyes met again.
Her black eyes were swollen and wet, her face a streaked mess of tears — but maybe that was why the moment felt so rare, so painfully beautiful.
"We love you," Noah murmured. "And we will not abandon you. Not now, not tomorrow — not ever."
"So let us in. Let us into your heart, like you already crept into ours."
"Y-you won't... hurt me?" Zara asked, her voice so small it was barely a whisper.
Noah's chest clenched at the sight.
He hated seeing her like this.
Not just Zara — he hated seeing any of his women like this.
But all he did was smile gently, brushing his thumb across her cheek.
"I won't. Honestly, I'm pretty sure Neko would kill me if I ever did."
He added the last part teasingly.
And it worked — because Zara let out a soft, shaky laugh.
She smiled.
A smile so stunning, so radiant, it was almost a shame her face was blotched with tears — but maybe that was what made it so unique.
Zara had finally opened her heart.
And then—
[Zara's affection for you has reached 75%.]
Her feelings had taken a deep leap.
But at this point, Noah didn't even care about that.
All he wanted... was for Zara to be free of her burden.
To be happy again.
So he smiled softly.
"Welcome to the family, Zara Bane."
Immediately, Zara shook her head, a brilliant smile blooming on her face.
"No — not Zara Bane. I'm changing my last name."
Her voice was light, yet sure.
"Zara Bane is the past."
She had decided to let go.
To stop chasing a love that would only hurt her.
Because now — she had found love.
Real love.
This was her new beginning.
And she wanted a new name to mark it.
"Choose for me," Zara said softly, a little shy, a little uncertain.
"Choose my last name."
Noah blinked, surprised — but soon, a grin stretched across his face.
"Well, lucky you — my naming sense is incredible."
Lies.
But Noah leaned in anyway, playfully confident.
"I'm Noah Weaverheart. So... let's flip that."
His grin widened.
"From now on, you'll be Zara HeartWeaver."
The Weaver of Hearts.
Zara HeartWeaver.
—End of Chapter 120—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC121:True Name
Chapter 121: Chapter 121:True Name
Chapter 121: True Name
Zara HeartWeaver.
The moment Noah spoke those words, the moment he chose her name and said it aloud—
Something stirred.
The Akashic Records—how could they stay silent in this moment?
Especially when Noah was involved?
They couldn't, so—
{Ding! Ding! Ding!}
{Noah Weaverheart, you are attempting to name a being that is not one of your creations.}
{A name is an identity. Something tied to one's very existence.}
{Changing her name means changing her identity.}
A pause.
Then, the Akashic Records sent a notification to each of them—Noah and Zara:
{Do you wish to continue?}
Noah said nothing at first. He looked at Zara, letting the choice rest with her. After all, it was her name.
But Zara just smiled.
"HeartWeaver? I like it a lot."
Noah had told her: Take the first step, and you'll see it's not as difficult or as scary as you think.
She had already taken that first step—so why would she fear this one? Why fear changing her name, her existence, when she was finally happy?
She was determined to never become her old self again.
"I wish to continue," she said softly, firmly. "I wish to change my name to HeartWeaver."
"From now on, I am Zara HeartWeaver."
Her mind was set.
Her heart settled peacefully in her chest.
Noah smiled proudly at her, giving her a thumbs-up.
{WONDERFUL!}
{You have changed your very name, your very existence.}
{Your new recorded name is now Zara HeartWeaver.}
{For this feat—for your courage to let go of your past self, for your determination to transform—you have received a title.}
{Title received: The Weaver of Hearts.}
Zara's name changed—and instantly, she felt the difference.
Something deep inside her shifted.
Altered.
And now she felt... stronger. Liberated. Happy.
But Zara wasn't the only one receiving something from the Akashic Records.
{Noah Weaverheart, you are the cause of this change.}
{Your presence and words were worthy.}
{You were worthy. You are worthy. You will be worthy.}
{You have accomplished feat after feat impossible for a being of your world and level of existence.}
{The Akashic Records are amazed by you.}
{You have received a new trait as a gift.}
{Trait: The Giver of Name.}
{Truly, you are fantastic... Noah.}
{Current state of existence: 9000.}
{Next threshold: 20000.}
The notifications fell silent.
Noah looked at them and couldn't help but smile.
'The Akashic Records don't seem so robotic now, do they?'he mused inwardly.
'Right, system?'
[Indeed.]
'Any idea why?'
[That's how it responds to worthy beings. You are... a being of interest.]
'So that means there's a being—or several beings—behind it?'
[Don't bother with that. You are far too weak, Host, to investigate the Akashic Records.]
Noah chuckled softly, unsurprised. What a cliché response.
'Never mind then. I'll figure it out eventually... if I don't die first.'
He laughed, not really believing death was coming for him anytime soon.
Give me the new trait description.
[The Giver of Name: Your words carry weight. They are recognized by the Akashic Records. You can now bestow a "True Name" on people, and that name will grant them ability tied to it.
Note: Applicable only to your women.]
Noah's eyes flew wide. "WHAT??" he blurted, shocked.
Zara immediately looked up, concern flashing in her eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked, hurrying over.
The worry in her face warmed Noah's heart.
"Nothing," he murmured, pulling her into his arms. He hugged her close, their heartbeats falling into a gentle, perfect rhythm.
Zara melted into his embrace. She had never known that being held by someone you love could be so peaceful... so addictive.
With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes, resting quietly.
After all the crying, after all the emotional storms, she deserved rest.
Soon, she drifted into the dream world, slipping away peacefully.
Noah watched her and smiled.
Then, his thoughts turned back to his new trait.
'System, even if I'm used to being overpowered—but this feels like a lot. Isn't this basically like giving titles?'
[Not quite. A "true name" is different. Every higher being has a true name. Sometimes it's one of the titles the Akashic Records assigns; sometimes it's a name they choose themselves. But the fact remains: a true name is unique, unchangeable, and tied to you forever. Titles, you can stack infinitely—true names, you only get one.]
[A true name also reveals, in a sense, your divine attribute.]
[That's why higher beings don't reveal their true names unless they're deeply close to someone.]
[And you, Host, only have the authority to name your women. Granting the power to name anything or anyone else would be too much.]
Noah nodded thoughtfully. 'A true name, huh...'
If a true name revealed the attribute of a higher being, then— 'I can give my women the most absurdly powerful true names to match their specialties, right?'
He smirked, already plotting.
Honestly, he didn't mind that he could only name his women. That was enough.
He smiled, glancing back at the sleeping Zara.
"You've given me so much," he murmured.
He couldn't help but caress her cheek tenderly.
In her sleep, Zara smiled at his touch.
And Noah smiled, too.
Honestly—
Zara might just become our new favorite.
Right?
...
Elsewhere, at the training grounds of the Apex Academy—
Aphasia sat cross-legged on the ground, her breathing calm, her body still.
All around her, basic elemental spirits danced and chirped, their tiny voices filling the air.
But among them floated another presence.
A rare one.
The shadow spirits.
Thanks to the bracelet Noah had given her—Shadowy Love—she had managed to win the shadow spirit's trust.
Not command. Not domination.
But trust.
Now, they worked as partners.
Not master and servant, but equals.
A relationship of mutual benefit and respect.
Aphasia smiled softly at the spirits surrounding her. Since she'd stopped trying to control them and chose to bond with them instead, her talent had blossomed like never before.
She realized now—she had been using her gift all wrong.
"Noah helped me figure this out," she murmured, fingertips brushing over the bracelet as she thought of him.
And even if he was a player...
"I can't help but like him," she admitted, shaking her head with a smile.
She didn't care. Noah was worthy. And he had helped her, truly.
"But I wonder what my parents would say if I told them I love a human..."
Her smile dimmed slightly.
Her parents were fiercely protective, fiercely proud of their bloodline. They would never want it "tainted."
But—
"It's my life. I'll choose who I want."
No way in hell would she marry one of those cousins just to keep the bloodline "pure."
She wasn't sure yet about the depth of her feelings for Noah.
But one thing was certain—
Right now, she would choose him over anyone.
And that—
[Aphasia's feelings for you have reached 60%.]
—was a good step forward.
—End of Chapter 121—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC122: The unusual meeting
Chapter 122: Chapter 122: The unusual meeting
Chapter 122: The Unusual meeting
Three days had passed—
In the Human Domain, deep within the Church of Light, an unusual meeting was unfolding.
In the underground chamber of the church, Solaris, Elizabeth, and Emily sat together around a round table.
The atmosphere was... weird.
Elizabeth's silver-glowing eyes flicked between Solaris and Emily, back and forth, frowning slightly.
This had been going on for almost half an hour.
Finally, Solaris, ever the impatient one, sighed. "What's wrong with you, Eli?" she said casually, using Elizabeth's old nickname without a second thought.
"Don't call me that," Elizabeth snapped coldly.
But Solaris just smirked. "I'll call you Eli if I want. What'll you do about it?"
Her golden aura flared slightly, the room around her lighting up as though a miniature sun had ignited underground.
"Don't forget — just because you've gotten stronger doesn't mean you're stronger than me, little Eli."
Elizabeth's frown deepened, silver light gathering around her like a shimmering veil. Her aura was different — it didn't burn, it unveiled. Under its gaze, nothing could hide: thoughts, emotions, intentions — all laid bare.
Solaris grinned, about to provoke her further—
"Enough," Emily's voice rang out, calm but thunderous. The two stopped and looked at her.
Clad in her regal robe, red hair gleaming, emerald eyes sharp as a blade, Emily's mere presence commanded attention. She was as beautiful as before. "I'm here on a royal visit, and you know it's not supposed to take this much time. So, to avoid suspicion," she said coolly. "Let's not waste time. There are people waiting for us..."
She turned her head slightly. Solaris and Elizabeth followed her gaze.
A dozen men and women, shackled and kneeling behind them, waited in silence.
"Waiting to receive their judgment."
Solaris sighed, withdrawing her aura. Elizabeth followed suit.
But Solaris couldn't help herself. "So, Eli... are you going to tell me why you've been glaring at us like that all morning?"
Elizabeth's lips twitched. "Because I'm picking up a familiar scent on you two," she said flatly.
Solaris raised a brow. Emily frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I'm an oracle," Elizabeth said sharply. "And not some lowly back-alley diviner. My senses — especially when it comes to Noah — are sharper than either of you can imagine."
Her eyes narrowed. "And right now, I'm sensing the same threat from you that I sense in all the other women orbiting Noah. It's faint, but it's there."
She paused, lips curling slightly. Cold. "So tell me. Do you two have feelings for Noah?"
Solaris and Emily exchanged a long glance.
Then, in perfect synchronization, they both sighed.
"You're insane."
"You're imagining things."
They spoke at the same time. But Elizabeth wasn't fooled — she caught the tiny hesitation.
Turning to Emily, she murmured, "Your daughter is the first to be with Noah, right? Tell me, how does it feel to desire the same man as your own daughter? Tsk, tsk... degenerate."
Emily's eyes turned glacial. Sparks of blue lightning flickered in the air around her. "Enough nonsense," she snapped. "He's a child in my eyes. And my daughter's husband. I have no interest in him."
Elizabeth smirked. "If you say so."
She turned to Solaris.
"Don't say anything," Solaris preempted her smoothly. "As for me? I don't know... but I wouldn't say no if he came knocking. Hell, I might even take the first step. Honestly, where else would you find a man like Noah?"
Shameless. Unapologetic.
Elizabeth's eye twitched. She fought the urge to snap the woman's soul in half, but no — she would be the bigger person. For Noah's sake.
"Let's focus," Elizabeth said coldly.
The air in the room shifted, turning sharp, serious.
Solaris nodded. "How's it going with Rome?"
Emily exhaled. "He suspects nothing for now. But he knows Noah's backing Sophie. He's already sent Isaac and Albert to seek refuge with Elijah."
Her lips tightened. "Problem is, they've lost contact since three-four days ago. Rome's getting restless."
Solaris shared a look with Elizabeth. "Elira told me Isaac and Albert reached out to the demons," Solaris explained. "They have lost Elijah's support so they did that stupid thing. Maybe that's why Rome can't contact them."
Emily's eyes widened in fury. "The demons? How dare they?"
"How did they even lose Elijah?"
"Sophie, of course," Solaris muttered. "But that's not our concern now. Noah's handling things on the demon continent."
"Our job," Elizabeth said calmly, "is to prepare the stage here. When the time comes, the Emperor will fall in an instant. Sophie will ascend. The human domain will be ours. Noah will get what he wants. That is Sophie being the Empress."
They all nodded in agreement.
"First," Solaris said, turning to the shackled prisoners, "let's cleanse the Church of this so-called goddess's influence."
She snapped her fingers, releasing their voices.
"Any last words?" Solaris asked lazily.
"You'll regret this!"
"The goddess will avenge us!"
"Divine punishment awaits you!"
Their voices rose in a furious chorus.
The three women watched in silence, eyes cold, unmoved.
Elizabeth smirked, chilling and merciless. "Goddess?" she sneered. "That bitch is no goddess. You've all been fooled."
"And even if she was," Solaris added, "we wouldn't care."
"Because to us—" Elizabeth's silver eyes gleamed.
To all three, a slow, wicked smile curled on their lips.
"Noah, my love, is more like a god than any of them."
"So—" Elizabeth raised her finger. Solaris and Emily mirrored her, united.
"Die, you wretched things."
BOOM—!
CRACKLE—!
"ARGHHHH!!"
"NOOO!! STOP!!"
A miniature sun ignited, searing them alive. Blue lightning danced, striking with perfect, ruthless precision. Elizabeth reached in, seized their very souls — and crushed them into oblivion.
A true death. No reincarnation. No second chances.
That was the price of standing against them.
That was the price of standing against Noah.
Elizabeth turned, walking away. "Let's finish this today," she murmured.
"Let's tear this church down from the inside... and build something new."
She smiled darkly.
"This time, we won't worship some false goddess."
"We'll worship a real one. Well for us, he is real."
"We'll worship my love, Noah."
Elizabeth smirked.
"And I will be his Oracle."
Solaris laughed softly. "Then I'll be his Saintess."
Emily looked between them, shaking her head with a wry smile — but the anticipation in her chest was undeniable.
A new human domain.
A new church.
A new world.
And all of it, sparked by the little boy who once blackmailed her...
She couldn't help but admit —
She had greatly underestimated him.
That boy was no monster.
He was an abomination.
And truthfully...
Her daughter was lucky to have him.
But even as she thought this — another whisper stirred in her mind.
If only...
Yes.
If only...
Emily sighed. She looked at Elizabeth and Solaris and saw their happy and contented expression.
And she can't help but thought.
I too want to be happy.
I too want to be loved.
Thats why—
Sorry dear daughter...
—End of Chapter 122—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC123: The Things in motion
Chapter 123: Chapter 123: The Things in motion
Chapter 123 – The Things in Motion
Things were in motion.
The sovereignty of the Human Domain would soon fall into the hands of a young boy—something even the current Emperor couldn't begin to imagine.
But how could he? The truth was simple: he was surrounded by people who did not want him to rule. People who hated him. People who deemed him unworthy.
Emily, the council, the entire royal palace—traitors, all of them. Either drawn in by Emily's growing faction, crafted in secret to make it easier to dethrone Rome, or ensnared by Solaris's web of spies, the result was the same.
Rome was encircled by vultures ready to tear him apart.
Did he deserve it?
Maybe. Maybe not.
After all, he had killed his own brother—for a woman.
Disgraceful. Had he never heard of the code: "Brothers before bitches"? Foolish, arrogant man.
But even that wasn't the real reason for his downfall.
No. Rome would fall because he had denied Sophie the throne.
He would fall because he believed a woman ruling the Human Domain would tarnish his name and legacy.
He would fall because he thought women were tools for power—not power themselves.
A classic mistake. One that usually passed without consequence.
But not this time.
Because Sophie had the support of Noah Weaverheart.
The Abomination. The Anomaly. The Creator.
The One Who Is All.
And truly, how could one fight a being even the Akashic Records described as "sublime"?
You couldn't fight him. You could only fall.
And fall Rome would—not because of the spies in his palace, not because of his disdain for women in power.
But simply because Noah willed it.
So it would be.
...
Inside the Royal Palace of the Human Domain—
In the throne room, Emperor Rome stood by the window, hands clenched behind his back, sensing the rising tension in the air. Power surged around him—unstable, ominous.
"What's going on?" he asked under his breath.
Something was wrong.
"Report. What did the Shadowbonds and the Bloodhearts say about my proposal?" he asked, voice low and grave.
A voice emerged from the shadows.
"The Shadowbonds have yet to respond. But the Bloodhearts..."
The voice hesitated.
"What did they say?" Rome asked again, his tone frost.
"...They said they are not interested in the battle for the throne. They will not take part."
Silence.
Rome slowly began to laugh—a cold, bitter sound.
"The Bloodhearts? Those battle maniacs refuse to take part in the greatest conflict of our domain? Do they think me a fool?"
BOOOOOM—!
His aura exploded. Wind sliced through the room, reducing furniture to splinters.
"So they've chosen to side with Sophie. Of course. Their heir is among her supporters."
He narrowed his eyes.
"Same with the Shadowbonds. Their heir has also joined that boy."
He sighed, looking out the window toward the distant sky.
"...Was I wrong?"
Silence.
"Tell me... was I wrong to be stubborn? To choose my sons over my daughter?"
"Was I wrong to believe in the Chosen One... and not in Noah?"
"Is this why everything slips from my hands...?"
"Is there still a way—"
Before he could finish, Emily entered the room.
Her crimson hair flowed like liquid flame, green eyes glinting under the dim light. Her body radiated elegance and sensuality—mature and confident.
She strode forward, her voice calm, calculated, and alluring:
"You weren't wrong, my emperor. You were right all along."
"Only a man can shoulder the burden of the Human Domain. A girl will crumble under that weight. And once married, her husband could claim everything."
She walked up to him, wrapping her arms lovingly around his neck.
"You also weren't wrong to choose the Chosen One. He is blessed by the Goddess. How could he possibly fail?"
She smiled. Sweetly. Deceptively.
"So don't falter, my love. You are on the right path. And you must already know... nothing great ever comes easy."
Her embrace tightened. Behind her smile—disgust. Contempt.
Rome relaxed, warmth returning to his face. "I don't know what I'd do without you, my Empress..."
He held her tightly, even as the thought crossed his mind: I was right to kill my brother... for her.
A disgusting, shameful thought.
Emily's expression twisted behind his back—sneering, loathing.
She hated being this close to him. She hated everything about him. She wanted him dead—for taking her love. For forcing her to bear his children.
She didn't mind Sophie anymore—their relationship had mended. That girl was now her daughter.
But the sons?
They were their father's copies—arrogant, misogynistic, controlling.
'Yes, keep walking your path...'
She smiled, wicked and cold.
'Because that path... leads straight to your grave.'
From the shadows, eyes watched—Rome's hidden protector, a woman in her thirties. One of his assassins.
She met Emily's gaze and bowed.
Yes. She belonged to Emily.
Rome was truly alone—betrayed by everyone, clinging to the one who orchestrated his downfall.
Indeed, never underestimate a woman scorned. In love, betrayal, or ambition—they are relentless.
Emily looked out the window, mind drifting—
'I can't wait to see Noah again.'
She couldn't help it.
She too... wanted to feel what her daughter felt.
And if that meant chasing her daughter's husband?
Emily smiled.
'Forgive me, Sophie. Mommy wants to feel loved too...'
She embraced this forbidden desire. And she would chase it.
Indeed, just as Elizabeth had said—
What a degenerate.
...
Bloodheart Estate –
A woman sat on a throne made of blood. A mirror of her daughter, Rouge.
She held a letter in her hand. It read:
"Don't oppose Sophie or Noah. I'm with them."
Red Bloodheart, mother of Rouge, sighed.
"What did that young man do to win you over?"
She smirked.
"Ah, he must've agreed to fight you."
She knew her daughter well. Only one path to her heart—battle.
Shaking her head, she grinned.
"So be it. I was tired of following Rome anyway."
"Let there be war."
Her grin widened.
She was thirsty for it.
...
Shadowbonds Territory –
The same played out.
Eric had sent a letter to his father with a simple instruction: Support Sophie.
And like any father who loved his son, he obeyed.
Though not without cursing Eric with every insult he knew for putting him in this mess.
Still... he accepted his son's words.
...
Everything was in motion.
Even Oliver Stoneheart, the Emperor's closest ally, refused to act against his children, Patricia and Aiden.
Rome was alone.
A cornered wolf, unaware the den had turned against him.
And the only person he leaned on... was the one who led him to ruin.
Emily.
A dangerous woman, a deceiving flame. Beautiful, deadly, and utterly determined.
A woman who smiled sweetly as she plotted your end.
—End of Chapter 123—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC124: Cold arrival
Chapter 124: Chapter 124: Cold arrival
Chapter 124 – Cold Arrival
Three days had passed. So,
Now, Noah and Zara stood among a grove of trees. In the distance loomed a massive black wall, guarded by silent sentinels. Upon its doors, an insignia: a gaping mouth, carved to devour all in its path.
The Territory of Belzebuth.
The air here was heavy.
The city beyond wasn't lifeless due to absence—but because of how its people moved. Stiff. Silent. Cautious.
As if every word spoken could be their last.
A strange, suffocating atmosphere.
Noah observed it all. With his current level of power, seeing such a distance was effortless.
"So, dear Zara... what do you want to do?" Noah asked, standing beside her.
Three days of constant affection and pampering had raised Zara's affection to a solid 80%. As someone new to love, every little gesture meant something to her—so her rapid emotional growth made sense.
Now, she didn't even hesitate to show it.
She had been clumsy at first, a little shy. But now—
Zara gently clasped Noah's hand, intertwining their fingers without a blush on her face.
"I... I don't know anymore," she said softly.
Her voice was lighter, freer. Even her face, once blank and guarded, now carried subtle emotion.
"I came here thinking I needed to see him. I thought I was alone. But now I realize... I never was. You were always there. I just never realized it."
She hesitated.
"But now... I'm lost."
Noah nodded with quiet understanding. "Then let's just barge in and talk to him."
"After all as your father you must have some things you want to talk about with him."
"Good or bad."
A soft smile formed on his lips.
He was far too lazy to bother with infiltration—and he didn't have time to waste. The dungeon Elira had asked him to clear awaited, and he couldn't afford to slack off. He had to finish all this and train.
'I'm S-Rank now. Not just any S-Rank. Even if I can't beat Belzebuth, I won't die. I have Laeh with me.'
He smirked.
He looked at Zara.
"Right, Zara? You don't mind a little chat with your father?"
Zara returned the smile, calm and certain. "No, I don't mind."
"Perfect."
Noah took a deep breath.
He was still adapting to his transcendent self, not yet used to using it efficiently—but now was a good time to try.
'I can manifest any affinity I hold without needing a skill. I can embody any bloodline. I could become an Incubus with the Child of Eros I got from Dominique... I can even become an Affinity itself.'
Today, he chose Ice—his first power. The power of his dear mother.
'I miss her... and her feelings right now—'
He shook his head.
Focus. I will deal with that after.
He took a deep breath—
The moment he decided to embody Ice, his body changed. His hair turned a stunning glacial blue. His silver eyes gleamed with frost. His veins pulsed with cold—because it was no longer just blood flowing through them, but ice.
He had become something more.
Zara watched, awe in her eyes.
"How... how can you do this?"
"It's a skill of mine," Noah answered with a gentle smile.
Even though Noah wasn't releasing his power, Zara could still feel the cold radiating from him. It wasn't magic. It was his very existence that had become winter.
Noah inhaled, exhaled—frost curling from his lips, making the surrounding temperature drop further.
'If I train this, I think I can fully become Ice not just partially like now. My power will then multiply.'
He turned to Zara, retracting all his aura, returning to his usual self. Without any aura leaking, avoiding to unintentionally hurt Zara.
"Ready, my dear hybrid?"
Zara's eyes sparkled.
"Of course, my dear."
Noah grinned.
CLICK—
With a snap of his fingers, he and Zara were enveloped in a veil of glittering frost—and vanished in a burst of crystalline ice shards.
A beautiful, mesmerizing spectacle.
They left behind a frozen grove, the cold lingering for days to come.
...
Within the palace of Belzebuth—
The demon lord sat on his grotesque throne, surrounded by trays of meat, devouring them like a beast. His hands were greasy, his mouth smeared with fat.
Strangely, the more he ate, the faster he ate—as if perpetually unsatisfied.
But then... he stopped.
His hand froze midway to his mouth.
He raised his head to the sky.
Stillness.
His expression shifted—serious, almost... solemn.
And then—
BOOOOOOM—!!!
A blizzard erupted in the center of the throne room, dropping the temperature in an instant.
As the ice cleared, Noah and Zara stood there, radiant and commanding.
Their beauty and presence overwhelmed the space.
Noah's eyes immediately locked onto Belzebuth.
But not quite.
He was looking behind him.
Because there stood the two people he'd been searching for: Isac and Albert.
But they weren't the same.
Their eyes were vacant. Their hair and irises pitch black. Their auras... demonic.
Corrupted, tainted.
Just like Belzebuth, a fool aura emanated from them.
Noah chuckled dryly. Amusement flickering in his eyes.
"Well, well, well... what do we have here?"
Zara, however, had eyes only for Belzebuth.
And he... was staring at her. Confused. As if recognizing her—but not knowing from where.
He tilted his head slightly on the right side.
"Do I know you, woman? You seem... familiar."
His voice was clear and powerful. Not his usual playfulness.
Zara twitched, slightly. But nothing more.
She had come here without expectations, especially after her recent moments with Noah.
But still—hearing those words...
She wondered inwardly, what would her past self have felt if she'd heard them?
The answer was clear.
She would have shattered.
Succumbed to the darkness. Been lost forever and alone.
But now?
Now she was not alone.
Now she was not unloved.
She turned her head to Noah, who was smiling softly at her. Steady. Present.
Her heart calmed. Her breath steadied. Her eyes sharpened.
She stepped forward, shoulders high, voice steady.
"It's been a long time, father."
A beat of silence.
Then she smiled softly. Her eyes brimming with confidence.
"Hope I'm not interrupting your little feast."
—End of Chapter 124—
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