HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC137: The Women's meeting [1]
Chapter 137: Chapter 137: The Women's meeting [1]
Chapter 137 – The Women's meeting [1]
{Title: Blessed by Lightning}
{Description: For your unwavering dedication to your craft, you have been blessed by the very concept of Lightning. Your lightning affinity has evolved to SSS rank.}
Sophie smiled softly at the glowing text.
"Perfect," she murmured. "From S-rank to SSS. I did it."
A deep, unshakable pride filled her chest.
And how could she not feel proud? She had accomplished what only a handful of beings in the world ever had—elevating her affinity into the realm of legend.
She lifted her palm.
A miniature spear of red lightning sparked to life above it—crackling, humming with otherworldly energy.
But this was no longer just her signature lightning.
Once, it exuded the presence of an empress—confident, dominant, elegant.
Now?
It radiated something more.
The aura of a true ruler. Sovereign. Imposing. Layered.
It was heavy, yet graceful.
Destructive, yet healing.
Elusive, yet unyielding.
Sophie had surpassed her former self. She had harmonized different types of lightning into a single, complete whole. This wasn't just power—it was work forged by effort and pain.
And now?
It was time to test it.
She casually hurled the lightning spear toward a wooden training puppet nearby.
It wasn't even fast.
But before it even made contact—
BOOOM—!
The puppet exploded, disintegrating into ash.
Not from impact—but from the sheer weight of the energy approaching it.
And that?
That was just one aspect of her evolved lightning.
"Incredible..." she whispered. Her smile was radiant.
All the pain. The days without food. The solitude.
It had all been worth it.
She turned and began to walk away, her steps light with satisfaction.
"Time to see my dear husband," she said with a smirk.
"...But first..."
She sniffed her clothes and wrinkled her nose.
"I need a bath. I smell awful."
...
Meanwhile...
In another part of the realm, someone else was fighting their own battle.
Yuki.
She sat in the middle of a tranquil lake, eyes closed, focused.
Water rippled around her, undisturbed.
Watching her from the shore was Damon, her teacher—and her reluctant cheerleader.
'She's crazy,' Damon thought.
And he meant it.
After all, Yuki had declared that she wanted to forge something that, by all accounts, shouldn't even exist:
"A formless sword. A weapon that adapts to anything."
How was that even possible?
He didn't know. And he was the sword expert.
Yuki had been training for days—trying to shape water into a sword. Trying to blend elemental manipulation with her sword affinity.
But so far?
Failure.
Damon had done all he could. He had shared his insights, told her his journey, offered his knowledge...
But this?
This path?
This was hers alone.
"You're on your own, Yuki," he muttered under his breath.
Still... he wanted to see it.
To witness a formless sword. To see the impossible become real.
"Give it your all, Yuki. You can do it... probably."
He wasn't the most convincing supporter—but his hope was real.
Yuki, meanwhile, heard none of that.
She was deep in thought, her mind racing.
'Logically, this shouldn't be hard.'
Water mages shaped blades all the time. Why couldn't she, with her sword affinity, do the same?
'What am I missing?'
She had excellent control. She could enhance blades, create sword intent, and more.
But then—A realization.
Her eyes snapped open.
'It's not the same.'
Sword affinity manipulation and elemental manipulation were fundamentally different.
If she wanted to shape something like water into a sword using her sword affinity... she needed to start over.
'I need to train like an elemental user. Learn their basics. Build from there.'
Her eyes sharpened. Focused.
She turned to Damon, determination blazing.
"What affinities do you have, Teacher?"
He blinked, confused by the sudden question. "Sword and wind."
Yuki grinned. "Then teach me. Show me how you manipulate your wind affinity. Step by step."
"...What?"
Yuki's training continued.
And so did her obsession.
...
Elsewhere... In the White Realm
Around a massive round table sat a gathering of Noah's women.
Elira. Neko. Ester. Dominique. Zara. Shadeva.
Lucius and Leona had already left—this wasn't their place.
But those who remained?
The atmosphere was... tense.
No one spoke.
Shadeva and Ester stayed silent out of indifference.
Neko and Elira found the tension entertaining.
Dominique and Zara? They barely dared to breathe.
Zara, in particular, was having a minor meltdown.
She kept glancing at Elira—The Dean of Apex Academy.
A living legend.
'Is she... seriously one of Noah's women too?'
The thought shattered her mind.
How could a being like Elira—powerful, untouchable, divine—be caught in something like this?
She couldn't comprehend it.
Meanwhile, Dominique felt completely overwhelmed.
Shadeva's aura alone was suffocating—dark and heavy, especially now that Noah had reached S-rank and hers had also reached the same level.
Just being near her dimmed the space around her. It was suffocating.
But Elira? She was something else entirely.
When Dominique's gaze accidentally met hers—
She felt like thousands of ancient beings were watching her.
She shivered violently.
'This is madness...'
What she didn't know was that Elira had done it on purpose.
'Are you angry, daughter?'
'Yes. Is there something wrong?'
Voices echoed inside Elira's mind—fragments of her draconic lineage.
'You old fools, isn't it obvious? She's a succubus. She must've sucked dear Noah dry.'
Nicoles, the ever-troublemaker, chimed in.
'Oh? That's it? Then let's punish her!'
'Noah too. In the name of training, of course.'
'Let's cut his—'
'Don't even finish that sentence, Nicoles,' Elira cut her off.
She sighed internally.
'Yes, I'm a little mad about it. I wanted to be his first. But... it's fine.'
She wasn't truly angry. She was already okay with Noah having more than one woman.
She just wanted to mess with Dominique a little.
'You're too soft on him.' Nicoles said quietest in her mind.
Elira didn't respond.
But in her mind?
She was already planning.
'Just wait, dear husband. You'll learn why dragons are called the most insatiable of all creatures.'
She would prove that to him.
Personally.
And she can't wait.
—End of Chapter 137—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC138: The Women's Meeting [2]
Chapter 138: Chapter 138: The Women's Meeting [2]
Chapter 138 – The Women's Meeting [2]
The silence at the round table lingered—tense, stretching—until finally, Elira decided it had lasted long enough.
"Well then," she said with an amused smile, voice light but firm, "why don't we start by introducing ourselves?"
She didn't wait.
"I'm Elira Varnis. Dean of Apex Academy... and Noah's master."
That caught a few of them by surprise—but not for long.
The introductions followed.
"Neko Neko, Noah's contracted beast."
"Ester. Noah's shadow."
"Shadeva. Noah's shadow," Shadeva added, her tone reluctantly resigned.
"Zara Heartweaver... Noah's wife."
"Dominique Seductice... Noah's slave."
That last one made the room freeze. Everyone turned to Dominique.
Elira tilted her head. "Slave? What exactly do you mean by that?"
Dominique didn't flinch. She answered calmly.
"Exactly that. A sex slave. Both my mother and I belong to Noah, by choice."
She noticed the raised eyebrows and chuckled, then added:
"It's not something shameful for us. In fact... we're proud. We chose this life. It's part of our nature—we were born to serve, and we chose Noah to be our master. We're happy. He treats us no differently than the rest of you."
That earned nods of understanding from the others. No judgment. Just curiosity.
"Well," Elira said with a shrug, "as long as it's what you want and you're happy..."
Then, Zara shyly raised her hand.
"Yes, Zara?" Elira asked, turning to her with an encouraging look.
"Uhm... I was wondering," Zara said slowly, clearly nervous. "How did you become one of Noah's women? If... that's not too rude to ask."
Elira laughed, the tension breaking immediately.
"Don't worry. In this space, I'm just another one of Noah's women—titles don't matter here."
Then, with a mischievous smile:
"I said I'm his master, didn't I? What do you think happened?"
"Let's just say... our master-disciple relationship evolved."
Her eyes glinted with a mix of nostalgia and amusement, remembering the day it happened.
Zara blushed but nodded in understanding.
Dominique spoke again, voice quieter this time.
"Are all of Noah's women... here at this table?"
Neko answered for the group.
"No. There are others."
And just as she said that, Elira smiled knowingly.
"Perfect timing," she said. "One's finished her training... and the other's returned from her little trip. I'll summon the sword girl, hopefully she will not mind my intrusion, and that green haired destructive girl."
Dominique blinked. "The what?"
Before she could ask further—
SNAP!
Elira snapped her fingers.
Suddenly, the realm shimmered with power. A rush of overwhelming presence swept over them.
And then—they appeared.
Sophie. Yuki. Anya. Elizabeth.
They materialized in the realm, slightly disoriented at first, but quickly composed themselves. Their eyes scanned the table and the women seated there.
Elira smiled warmly.
"Take a seat," she said.
The round table magically expanded. New chairs formed, perfectly spaced.
"We have important things to discuss. Things that will change all our lives moving forward."
A hush fell over the group.
Each woman took her seat.
And just as they were ready to begin—
Another presence entered.
This one was different. Weighty. Authoritative. Familial.
Selene.
She appeared at the edge of the realm, her presence commanding yet motherly. As she looked at the gathered women, she smiled.
"Perfect. I was hoping we'd all be together."
"For those who haven't met me—I'm Selene Weaverheart. Noah's mother... and one of his women."
She said it with no hesitation. No shame. Just truth.
"Let's begin. It's time we talk about the future—about how we'll organize this harem from now on."
And with that...
For the first time, all of Noah's official partners sat together.
The room bristled with energy.
A storm was coming—not of conflict, but of strong wills, fierce personalities, and deep love for the same man.
The meeting began.
It was lively.
It was emotional.
And it was filled with tension.
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Elsewhere — In the Golden Realm
A realm where everything shimmered in gold.
Golden grass swayed in the breeze.
Golden trees stretched to the heavens.
Even the lakes and skies glistened like molten sunlight.
At the heart of this realm stood a young man—his hair and eyes both golden, glowing with fiercely.
He wore a simple robe marked with ancient sigils, the symbol of Justicia.
Beside him, a fox stretched lazily, basking in the warmth.
This was Elijah Stoneheart, and his companion, Foxy.
And right now, Elijah was deep in thought.
His current task was to create a light-based aura. But not just any aura. One that would evolve into intent, and one day, into a concept—a powerful force that would define his very being.
And he wanted it to be perfect.
Because this wasn't just about power.
This was about her.
His goddess. The one who chose him. The one who saved him.
He closed his eyes.
'I was nothing. Just the bastard son of a prostitute. I was scorned mocked and beaten.'
'But then... on my awakening day... you saved me.'
'You gave me power, you gave me a status in this world. You gave me...'
Hope.
'A reason to stand tall and not to bow to anyone.'
'You loved me—even when I had done nothing to earn it.'
'And until now, I've done nothing to truly repay you.'
He opened his eyes, golden light pouring from them.
'So let this be my first offering. Let this be the beginning of my devotion.'
"My aura shall be..."
He inhaled deeply.
"...Justicia's Sword."
Because he wanted to be her blade. Her champion. Her executioner and protector.
He would wage war in her name. And bring her its spoils.
That was his truth.
That's was his...devotion.
...
And in her divine sanctuary—far across dimensions—
Justicia, the radiant goddess of justice and light, heard every word.
A soft smile spread across her lips. Warm. Proud. And Loving.
But not entirely maternal.
"My champion. My light. Now... my sword."
She whispered to the winds.
"I accept it."
"From this moment, you are my sword. You are...Justicia's Sword."
And at that declaration—
The Akashic Record rang through the heavens.
{DING! DING! DING!}
{INCREDIBLE!}
{Your words are sincere. Your heart is sincere.}
{Your devotion is worthy.}
{Title acquired: Justicia's Sword.}
Elijah smiled beautifully.
You are the best...my goddess.
—End of Chapter 138—
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