HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC139: The Women's Meeting [3]
Chapter 139: Chapter 139: The Women's Meeting [3]
Chapter 139: The Women's Meeting [3]
It was just a title.
But in this world—where titles carried the weight of fate itself—it became something much more. It became power itself.
Elijah had accepted his new title with pride and devotion.
"Justicia's Sword."
He hadn't done it out of fear.
Nor guilt.
He did it out of love.
Not just to repay everything the goddess had given him, but because he wanted to be closer to her.
Being Justicia's champion was no longer enough for him. He wanted more. He wanted to be closer and be helpful to her.
Because when you love someone...
You want to help them.
Be useful to them.
Make them happy.
So Elijah became her sword—her warrior. A man who would wage war in her name, spill blood for her sake, and give her everything.
It was...
Pure devotion. Pure obsession.
Something Noah would never understand.
Devotion? To what? To who?
If Noah would ever devote himself to anything, it would be himself.
It wasn't arrogance—okay, maybe a little—but it was about identity.
His identity was heavy, unique.
His titles were not given, they were earned.
They shaped the world around him.
To devote himself to another meant losing control over who he was.
And that was the fundamental difference between Elijah and Noah.
Elijah was a man of faith, willing to abandon himself for the goddess who saved him.
And Noah was a man of self, where only he and his closest loved ones mattered.
Neither was wrong.
Both had power.
Both had purpose.
But in the end...
There was no "right."
Only the winner decides what is right.
So now, the question is:
Who will win?
The pure, selfless devotion to a goddess?
Or the raw, unwavering arrogance of self?
Time will tell.
...
In the White Realm —
The round table was silent again.
Each woman seated bore a different expression—some calm, some curious, and a few wary.
Selene sat at the head of the table. Behind her stood Luminara and Sari, the powerful mother of the First Shadow.
She opened her mouth calmly.
"Is anyone missing?"
The others quickly understood—she was the de facto leader.
No one argued.
Not even Elizabeth, who knew better.
After all, this was Noah's mother.
And whether they liked it or not, she had the most natural authority in this group.
Dominique raised her hand nervously.
"My mother's not here."
Selene turned to her. "And your mother is?"
"Demon Lord Lilith Seductrice."
Her words caused a ripple of surprise.
Even Sophie's eyes widened.
"A demon lord?" Sophie whispered, stunned.
As a royal-blooded noble, she'd been raised to hate demons—especially their lords.
Now to find out not only was a demon here... but her mother was a Demon Lord?
The others were equally shocked.
Until they all glanced at Elira.
Then it made sense.
'Of course he could tame even a Demon Lord,' they thought.
"There's also Alice Evergreen and Aphasia Elfborn," Elira added.
"They're not here because their feelings aren't fully romantic yet. But Noah wants them."
At the mention of Alice, Zara's eyes gleamed.
If Alice joins, then maybe I can form a faction...
Yes, the thought of internal alliances had already begun.
And she wasn't the only one.
Selene saw it.
So did Elira.
But that was the very thing Selene wanted to prevent.
She had asked Noah once:
"How do you want your harem to be?"
He had simply said:
"I just want everyone to get along. No drama."
A tall order.
But Selene had taken that burden willingly.
It meant he trusted her to keep the peace.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment.
Then, in a clear and commanding voice:
"You all know why we're here, so I won't waste time."
"Every woman here is Noah's woman. Yes, even me—his mother."
That caused another wave of surprise.
Sophie, Yuki, and even little Anya blinked.
Elizabeth already knew. Her senses told her.
Neko and Ester had suspected.
The rest? Either didn't care due to their race, or accepted it without resistance.
Selene pressed on, unbothered.
"We're not a small group. There are nine of us here."
"If we include Lilith, Alice, and Aphasia, that makes twelve."
"So—we need a system. A structure. One that prevents problems."
Then her voice turned heavier.
"Let's be honest."
"Even if we're all Noah's women, we're not equally important to him."
"And we have to accept that bitter truth."
The women nodded.
They weren't naïve.
No man could love every woman the same.
Still, Noah's job was to make each of them feel valued enough to forget the difference.
A tough job—but his job nonetheless.
"So," Selene continued, "what do you all propose as a system?"
She could have imposed one.
But she didn't want tyranny. She wanted harmony.
So she gave them a voice.
And some bold ones took it.
"First, we need ranks and positions," Elizabeth spoke up. Every eyes turned toward her.
"There can be multiple ranks. But each rank has positions inside it."
"Women can rise in rank through certain actions."
She paused.
"And we—not Noah—will judge those actions. Fairly. No jealousy. No sabotage."
"Not bad," Elira said, smiling.
"I agree," several echoed.
Then a small voice chimed in.
"But how do we define those ranks and actions?"
It was Anya, the little girl acting cute.
A fair question.
"How?" indeed.
Elira turned to Dominique.
"Well, apparently there's also the rank of sex slaves, right?"
Dominique straightened up proudly.
"Yes. Me and my mother are Noah's sex slaves. And we are fine with it."
Elira laughed softly.
"Then so be it. There are Wife Ranks and Slave Ranks."
Selene interjected, frowning slightly.
"'Wife' is too broad. It needs subcategories too."
And so the discussion continued.
Voices clashed. Ideas formed. Opinions differed.
But something beautiful was being born.
Not just a system.
Not just a structure.
But A family—with all its chaos and care.
And truly?
What man wouldn't want to have this?
—End of Chapter 139—
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Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Let's cause destruction together!
Chapter 140: Let's cause destruction together!
"We have the Wife and Slave ranks," Selene began, her tone firm but calm.
"But that's not enough. Not all women who aren't slaves hold the same weight, the same importance. So I propose we divide it further."
"Wives and Concubines."
She let her words hang in the air like a blade.
"Concubines are women who have a relationship with Noah, but whose importance—to the family or even to Noah himself—is... minimal, yet. Mostly because they are new."
"But with time these bonds may deepen."
Silence.
She scanned their faces.
"Are you all following?" She asked.
A wave of nods.
Expressions serious now.
No one dared to protest.
If even the most possessive among them—Elizabeth, Selene, and Yuki—were making efforts for unity, the others had no excuse. They fell in line.
Truth be told, most of them were fine with the system so far.
Most—except one.
A cute little green haired girl, legs swinging from her seat, had a very different internal dialogue.
'This is so boring. I want to pulverize the whole room...'
That thought hadn't even finished forming before she felt it—two pairs of eyes snapping to her.
One silver. One white.
Elira and Elizabeth turned toward her in sync like predators catching scent of prey.
Anya blinked with a surprised look —then let out a yelp.
YELP—!
Heads turned.
All eyes were on her now.
Selene tilted her head slightly in confusion, her voice still calm but sharper now.
"What's going on?"
She looked at Elira and Elizabeth, whose eyes remained fixed on Anya—icy, lifeless, and merciless.
They had sensed something shift.
Elizabeth because of her Oracle's instinct. Hardly anything can't escape her instincts.
Elira simply because this was her domain, her realm—and her mind was far beyond human. She was a Supreme after all. Her instincts were divine, no matter how restricted she was.
Elizabeth spoke first, voice cutting through the room like a blade:
"We haven't said it yet, but let's make one thing clear."
"We won't tolerate troublemakers here."
Her voice was cold like frozen steel.
Anya froze.
"If you truly love Noah, then you should care enough about his peace to restrain any thoughts or feelings that would destroy it. Otherwise, your love is fake. Selfish."
She paused. Her silver gaze never wavered.
Elira stepped in, smooth and sharp.
"Look, we're not naïve. We know we won't all get along perfectly."
"Some of you probably dream of killing the rest and having Noah to yourselves."
"But think before you act. Because Noah wouldn't forgive that kind of betrayal."
She narrowed her eyes.
"And if you still choose to ignore all that..."
"Then this isn't your place."
The message was clear.
Yes, it was directed at Anya.
But it was meant for everyone.
Anya sat at the center of it all, every gaze on her.
But strangely—she wasn't scared.
She wasn't even anxious.
She studied them. One by one.
These women were powerful and dangerous.
Some could kill her with a sneeze.
Others could make her suffer forever with abilities worse than death.
And yet—
She smiled. A beautiful almost innocent smile.
Because for once, she was not in her own bubble and really looked at them.
And what she saw wasn't a threat.
It was potential.
Potential for sheer destruction.
'This group... all these women under Noah...'
'They're perfect.'
'So much chaos... just waiting to explode.'
Her heart beat faster—not in fear, but excitement.
She stood up, a grin forming.
Then, with a calm and eerie voice:
"I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
Everyone nodded even if they didn't really understand the reason and expecting that to be the end.
But then—
"But please... let's cause chaos together."
Silence.
The tension evaporated into pure confusion.
Neko blinked.
"I knew this girl was weird."
"Indeed," Ester muttered.
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. "What a crazy little child..."
Yuki rolled her eyes at her, her voice mocking.
"You're not really qualified to call anyone crazy."
Elizabeth's lips twitched. "And you are?"
They started bickering.
Just like that, the atmosphere shifted—from tense to playful.
Some of the women smiled.
Some chuckled.
The ice was melting.
They watched Neko and Ester, Yuki and Elizabeth, argue and poke fun at each other like old friends.
And that thought slowly crept into each woman's heart—
Why not?
Why not bond?
Why not treat these other powerful, ridiculous, dangerous women... as sisters?
Sophie, standing near Neko, nudged her lightly.
"Hey, it seems we've never really talked, have we?"
Neko turned with a bright smile. "Oh yess, you're right!"
Across the table, Elizabeth approached Zara.
"I've been curious about you," she admitted. "Your ability... emotions, right? Interesting. My mind affinity might overlap."
Zara didn't flinch.
The old her might have.
But now? She was open. She was ready.
"I'd love to explore that with you."
The room grew louder—not from chaos, but from laughter, introductions, new connections.
In the middle of it all, Anya just stared, baffled.
'I said chaos, not peace! Damn it!'
That what she wanted to shout loudly to them.
But she held it in.
Because, as a being of pure destruction, she understood something else:
To unleash chaos... first, you need to build peace.
Then you tear it down together.
Selene watched with quiet satisfaction.
'The ranks and positions can wait. Let them bond first.'
A soft smile touched her lips.
"Seems my son really is lucky..."
Behind her, Sari, the always silent shadow, nodded.
Luminara, however, crossed her arms with a glare.
"He better treat our daughters right. Or he's going to meet me."
If only she knew—
How Neko had cried herself to sleep from Noah's actions not that long ago.
How hurt she was because of his negligence.
That "meeting" might be intense.
But only if—
"You won't lay a finger on my dear baby, Luminara."
Yes.
Only if Selene Weaverheart, the obsessive, overprotective, and terrifying yandere mother, allowed it.
Truly...
What a perfect woman.
Loving. Possessive. Protective. Affectionate.
What does she lack?
Absolutely nothing.
—End of Chapter 140—
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Chapter 141: Chapter 141: The Women's rank and the Head Wife
Chapter 141: The Women's rank and the Head Wife.
Selene let the girls bond for a while longer. She wasn't in a rush—because she knew something important,
Even if they didn't become best friends today, a seed had been planted.
And seeds, with time and interaction, will grow into a beautiful flower.
And maybe one day... they would no longer see each other as competition—but as true sisters.
And that's what she and Noah were aiming for.
Because now... they were family.
For some, the word "family" was foreign as they were practically alone since their birth.
For others, it was tainted by pain, disappointment and betrayal.
But maybe—just maybe—they'd find what they were missing here...
In Noah's family.
—After a couple of minutes,
Selene stood and clapped her hands softly.
"Well, let's continue, shall we?"
Her voice brought the room to order.
The girls stopped and concentrated on her words.
"The ranks are Wife, Concubine, and Slave."
She glanced around.
"The slave rank has already been determined. It will include Dominique and her mother, Lilith Seductrice."
Some murmurs, but no one objected.
They have no reason to.
Selene moved on, voice clear.
"Now for the concubines..."
She let that word hang in the air for a second, giving it the weight it deserved.
"But first, a reminder. You can rise in rank. Every contribution you make to this family will be noted. Your dedication, loyalty, and effort will be rewarded. So these rankings? They're just the beginning."
She smiled faintly.
"For now, the Concubines are: Anya, Yuki, and Zara."
The named girls nodded. They were not totally surprised by this arrangement.
"For the Wives, we have: Sophie, Neko, Ester, Elira, and Elizabeth."
It made sense.
The Wives were those who had deep, long-standing relationships with Noah—or who had sacrificed greatly for him, just like Neko and Ester.
For Elira, there is no need to explain. Without her, this very meeting would not have been possible. And she had greatly supported Noah.
For Elizabeth, she had dismantled the entire Church of Light for Noah. The once-holy organization no longer worshipped Justicia, but now bowed to an unknown divine—one more just, more real.
But unbeknownst to them... that divine was Noah himself.
So yes, these women had earned their titles.
As for the Concubines—they were new. Their feelings for Noah were real, but not yet as deep as the wives. Not yet. But they had potential.
Then, the question everyone was thinking but hadn't dared to ask—was finally voiced.
"What about you, Selene?"
It was, of course, Elira who asked.
Selene's lips curled into a confident smirk.
"Me? My position is unshakable. There will never be another like me. You can think of me as the Leader—or more accurately..."
"The Head Wife."
A ripple passed through the group.
"I will be the one to manage this harem. To keep things in order. To make sure everything runs smoothly."
Then her smile turned cold.
"...And I sincerely hope you don't make my job difficult."
The temperature in the realm dropped suddenly.
Snowflakes appeared in the air. The atmosphere chilled.
The message was clear.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
This concluded the first official meeting of Noah's women.
This meeting permitted them to have a conversation with each other and to know what their place is.
Now, each of them were determined.
Either to raise in rank and be closer to Noah.
Or to make sure their place will not be taken by anyone.
All in fairness.
But amidst all this... one being remained confused.
'Why am I even here...?'
That poor soul was Shadeva.
Our dear shadow.
...
Elsewhere, at the Academy —
Eric stood alone in his training ground.
Dusk had fallen. And shadows stretched across the field, creeping around the coins scattered across the ground.
His eyes were closed. His breathing was slow and controlled.
Then he exhaled.
Instantly the shadows deepened.
Then they stirred.
He raised his hand.
And in that moment, the shadows responded—swirling toward his palm like loyal soldiers.
He clenched his fist.
The shadows condensed and transformed into a sleek black sword, dark as a void, sharp as vengeance.
Eric opened his eyes—and smiled.
"Finally... I've done it."
Since his return, Eric hadn't stopped training.
For someone once labeled "lazy," his dedication shocked everyone.
But they didn't understand.
They couldn't understand the thrill of it—of gaining something so incredible.
A Shadow Bloodline.
An Affinity beyond SSS-rank.
A power he never imagined he would obtain.
"And I don't want to disappoint that monster..."
His voice was quiet. His smile subtle.
He had been gifted something miraculous.
And now, he would prove himself worthy of it.
So—
"Let's keep going."
He closed his eyes again—and continued.
He still had many things to master.
...
Meanwhile —
While his women were having a meeting, and while Eric was training harder than ever to not disappoint him—
Noah wasn't idle either.
He had entrusted his mother to lay the foundation of his harem. And he trusted her completely.
But there was another issue.
The women were too scattered.
Yes, they might be accepting each other. Yes, they were bonding.
But they weren't together.
And Noah wanted that.
He wanted them to live in one place.
They could pursue their own goals, their own paths—but at the end of the day, they would return to the same home. A shared space. A shared bond.
"Any ideas, System?"
[You could create a realm. Like Elira's White Realm. A place where they can live together.]
Noah's eyes widened.
"Damn. How did I not think of that?!"
It was such an obvious solution.
But then he frowned.
"Creating a realm... That takes a huge mastery of space."
"Can I even do that?"
[You can always ask Elira to create one for you.]
Noah shook his head.
"No. This will be my realm. A home I build for my family."
"So I have to do it. Myself."
And for that—
"I guess it's bonding time."
He smiled.
But not just with one girl.
With all of them. With all the ones he didn't bond with yet.
"Elizabeth. Elira. Zara. Leona..."
He whispered their names.
"I want everything. Bloodlines. Physiques. Affinities."
"Give me all of it."
"System—"
"Bond with all of them."
A long pause. Then—
DING!
—End of Chapter 141—
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Chapter 142: Chapter 142: The Progenitor
Chapter 142: The Progenitor
DING!!
[You have bonded with: Elizabeth, Zara, Elira, and Leona.]
[Applying the x10,000 effects.]
First—The Affinities.
[You have obtained the affinities: Soul (Transformation++), Space, Time, Mind, Destiny, Fate, Corruption, Curse, Transformation, Darkness, Emotions — all at Transformation rank.]
CRACKLE—!
The air itself cracked with power. The atmosphere became electric, trembling under the sudden release of immense power.
But it wasn't over yet.
Second—The Physique.
[You have obtained the Physique: Dragon God of Soul's Physique.]
Only one, from Elira.
And Third—The Bloodlines.
[You have obtained the bloodline: Voidborn Apex Draconic-Demon Deity.]
[You have obtained the bloodline: Demiurge Hybrid Demon Celestial Sovereign.]
[You have obtained the bloodline: Sovereign of the Paradox Eye.]
A pause.
The air stilled. The atmosphere turned heavy, suffocating. Time seemed to pause, and even space itself hesitated.
Noah acted fast. With a flick of his finger, he layered one hundred ice barriers mixed with sword energy atop each other— it was just a precaution. Because this transformation...
This one was going to hurt like hell. He could feel it.
And indeed—
[Host, brace yourself!]
[All transformations will occur simultaneously.]
Then—
"Oh fu—"
BOOOOOOMMMMM—!!!!
Noah's body exploded into over a thousand pieces.
And yet—not a single drop of blood touched the ground.
His blood floated in the air, too proud to fall. Too divine to taint something so ordinary.
Then, the shattered pieces of his body began to pull together, fusing into a grotesque orb of flesh—eerie, pulsing with power.
Inside, a metamorphosis that could shake the entire universe was taking place.
Bloodlines never before held by any being.
Affinities far beyond mortal comprehension.
A physique carved from divine soul and mythic power.
This wasn't a transformation of flesh.
It was a redefinition of existence.
Noah was becoming something... monstrous. Something never seen before in the whole universe. Something that could only be called an...abomination.
But a beautiful one.
After a couple of seconds—
The sphere began to shrink. From basketball-sized, to tennis ball, to something barely perceivable by normal eyes— it became just a glimmer of pulsing density. It compressed and condensed, threatening to collapse into a singularity.
Then, blood appeared—though calling it blood was insufficient.
It was pure white, shining like condensed starlight. It was as if all the colors known to the universe were fused together.
It was... perfect.
Reality began to distort around it, shifting between frozen tundras, bleeding hellscapes, absolute voids, and realms of pure darkness. The scenery kept changing—fluctuating like a canvas painted by chaos.
All of it reflected Noah's evolving soul.
And then—
The sphere expanded. Limbs started to form. Then a face, a body. A heartbeat. A spine.
And in no time, a whole being.
Noah returned—reborn.
He was taller, his presence radiating pressure never seen before. Hair impossibly long, his silver eyes like galaxies caught in endless rotation.
A robe of silver and purple adorned him, its very aura lethal to anyone below A-Rank.
"Ahhh..."
He exhaled.
"Painful as hell," he muttered under his breath, eyes gleaming.
He examined himself. Pale, lean, but dense with impossible power.
And yet—
"I want more."
Noah said, his voice filled with hunger.
His form and appearance didn't change because of his trait: Transcendent of Self.
But now Noah wanted something else.
Something more.
He wanted... Unity.
"I want all my bloodlines to become one. And not different types of bloodlines that exist in me and I can embody."
"I want a bloodline that will be mine alone. A bloodline to pass on to my children."
"The same way all my talents have become one under Omnipotence..."
"So—!"
A breath. A pause.
"Take all of my bloodlines—and fuse them into one."
The command was given.
Ultimate Fusion activated.
A white dome surrounded him. Pain returned—raw and merciless—but Noah endured it in silence. His body shattered again. His soul screamed silently. His nerves turned to fire.
But his resolve was absolute.
He was doing this for himself—but also for his future. For the legacy he will leave behind.
Then—he began to change.
This time... truly change.
His irises became stark white, with rotating rings of shifting runes around his pupils—each rune representing an affinity now etched into his soul.
His hair turned silver, weightless, threaded with the secrets of the universe. His hair moved like mist, like gravity didn't apply to him anymore.
His skin became radiant, prismatic, refracting the light like starlight through crystal. It was like something untouchable.
His very core shifted—becoming the embodiment of every concept within him. It was no longer a simple core. It was a concept core.
Something unique to him.
He was beauty. He was terror.
He was...
New.
Soon after,
Noah stood tall, silent. The runes in his eyes twisted endlessly. Any being looking at his eyes at that moment would fall to their knees—crying, praying, or running in terror.
A robe formed from his ice element wrapped his body—elegant and deathly.
He exhaled—
BOOOMMM—!!!
The air exploded. Shockwaves shattered the sky. All of this because Noah just exhaled.
And then—
The Akashic Records appeared.
But not with its usual chime.
This time... it spoke.
{Noah Weaverheart, you are wonderful. You are exceptional. You are sublime.}
{Noah, you have created a new bloodline.}
{A bloodline that can shape reality itself—and more.}
{You have created a race never seen before in the history of the universe.}
{And You, Noah Weaverheart, are its Progenitor.}
The Akashic records paused.
Then—
{You were a being who transcended his self.}
{But now, you are walking a path that goes beyond even that.}
{It's truly... MARVELOUS!}
{Your existence is heavy.}
{Your existence is special.}
{Your existence is unique.}
{Your existence is... going toward perfection.}
{And what a glorious destination.}
{For this, give us the honor to name you.}
Noah looked calmly at all these notifications before he smiled gently.
"Please, go on," he said softly.
How could he deny the voice that had guided him from the beginning? His biggest supporter?
He couldn't.
And so,
The Akashic Records surged with excitement—
{Your existence is too vast for a single True Name.}
{You shall have two.}
{One name for what you are.}
{One name for why you are.}
{You have received the True Names:}
— Nytherion (The Breath Before Time)
— Il'Varethos (The Name That Names All)
Silence.
The universe held its breath.
And finally—
{You are... Nytherion Il'Varethos.}
The air froze.
The world itself froze.
Then—
BOOOOOOOMMMM!!!
The world of Laeh trembled.
—End of Chapter 142—
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Chapter 143: Chapter 143: The Name of a Race
Chapter 143: The Name of a Race
This was something the Akashic Record didn't expect.
This was a development no one expected.
Because let's not forget—Noah held the title: The True Anomaly.
He was someone who couldn't be seen. Someone fate and destiny couldn't pierce through.
He was outside the system. Beyond the threads of inevitability.
So every single one of his actions?
They were his own.
Uncontrolled. Unmeasured. Unwritten.
And now—he had become something... more.
A new race had been born.
And he had become a Progenitor. A True one.
Something that, until now, only the rulers of ancient factions could claim.
Beings who had existed for millions of years.
Beings who had built empires across galaxies.
Beings who had long transcended the limitations of time.
And yet...
He was just 15.
He was just a boy.
He was just... a child.
But that child had achieved what others spent millennia trying—and failing—to do.
He had done the impossible.
And that was something the Akashic Record deeply admired. Truly, genuinely.
So when it came time to give him his True Name—
It didn't hesitate.
It didn't offer one.
It offered two.
Names never spoken before.
Names that carried meaning too heavy for ordinary reality.
Names that could shake the fabric of the universe if left unshielded.
{You are Nytherion Il'Varethos.}
The world trembled.
The very name carried weight beyond comprehension.
And if it weren't for the Akashic Record shielding Noah in that moment,
If it hadn't wrapped his existence in divine barriers layered beyond layers...
The universe would have trembled under that name's gravity.
But the Record was merciful.
Noah was still young. He was still in his growth phase. His foundations were still forming.
And so, it covered him.
{Your True Name has absorbed both of your traits.}
{You are walking toward perfection.}
{But you are still far from there.}
{Integrate more power. More bloodlines. More affinities. More physiques. Everything.}
{Keep evolving.}
A pause.
But the notifications didn't stop.
So—
{As the first being of your race, you have earned the right to name it.}
{What shall your race be called?}
Noah stood still, his silver hair cascading behind him like a trail of starlight.
He looked at the notifications calmly, silently.
He had created an entirely new race. An entirely new bloodline.
He was now a progenitor.
A founder.
The first of his kind.
"A name, huh?" he said softly, his voice calm, thoughtful.
This wasn't just a name.
This would be a word that echoed across galaxies. Across epochs.
He had to make it meaningful.
He had to make it grand.
Noah smirked to himself.
After all, this race—he didn't create it alone.
He created it thanks to the system.
Thanks to the women who stood by his side.
Thanks to everything he had fought for and bled for.
This bloodline was not just for him.
It was for his children.
For the family he would one day build.
For the queens at his side.
Because now, Noah didn't just want to conquer. He didn't just want to dominate.
He wanted to build something.
A legacy. A home.
Because—
"How lonely would it be," he whispered, "if I stood at the very top... but alone... for all eternity?"
He didn't want that.
He refused that.
So not just for himself.
But for the ones walking this journey with him.
For the ones who would come after him.
He would name this race. A special name.
And the name would be—
"Elysiari."
"Elysia from Elysium—a paradise, a sanctuary for immortal beings."
"And the -ri, from those who belong."
Noah paused.
He had searched deep in his memories from Earth, picking a name that held meaning, history, and soul.
"And together..." he smiled, "it means Those of Eternal Sanctuary."
That was his dream.
A sanctuary for his family. For his people. For his future.
A dream that spanned eternity.
A dream that was entirely his.
{DING! Your race name has been recorded.}
{You have received the title: Progenitor of the Elysiari.}
{Your bloodline has been named: Elysiari Bloodline.}
{Congratulations, Noah Weaverheart.}
{Current State of Existence: 19999.}
{Next Threshold: 20000.}
The notifications faded.
Noah stood tall with his new appearance, his white eyes gleaming with rotating runes, his silver hair weightless, vast, divine.
He smirked.
'What do you think of my new look, dear system?'
[It suits you well, Host.]
Noah chuckled softly.
'Show me the bloodline abilities.'
[Bloodline: Elysiari Bloodline]
• Elysiari's Apex Form: Your human appearance is not your true self. You are no human. You are a calamity. A beast. A Elysiarien. Activate this skill and become what you are.
• Concept Embodiment: You possess a concept core. Embody it fully—be the concept.
• Elysiari's Roar: Unleash a cry that can shatter worlds and universes alike—when your strength allows it.
• Elysiari's Visionary: All begins with thought. All begins with vision. Become that vision, and it shall be. But only if you believe it with no hesitation, no doubt.
• Elysiari's Name: As the first of your race, you can bestow True Names upon those who come after you.
• Elysiari's Blood: You may transform another into an Elysiari.
Noah's eyes widened slightly as he read.
"These abilities..." he whispered. "Aren't they too strong? My race will be unchallengeable."
[These abilities are exclusive to you—the Progenitor.]
[Only a few shall pass to others: Apex Form, the Roar, and Concept Embodiment.]
[For Concept embodiment it depends on their talents. No one else holds multiple concepts as you do. But some may have two or so.]
Noah smiled.
"That's already strong enough."
He was satisfied.
Completely.
With this bloodline... with this identity...
"I wonder," he whispered, eyes gleaming, "how I'll fare against the Champions now."
Elijah... and the others.
Five years.
He had five years to prepare.
Five years to get used to his new strength.
Five years to prepare his family for what was to come.
But first—
"Let's go to that dungeon," he said. "And take back what Elira wants."
It was time.
Noah disappeared into a puddle of blood—silent and sudden.
...
The birth of the Elysiari might've gone unnoticed by the greater universe...
But the world of Laeh?
It felt it.
The very foundations of the planet trembled. Something shifted at its core.
This was no ordinary event.
The birth of a new race—especially one like this—only happened once in billions of years.
And Laeh responded.
Because with that birth, something started to form inside the world core.
Laeh had received something.
A gift.
And—
"HOLY FUCK!!"
Laeh cursed violently.
He felt it.
The emergence of a power he wasn't meant to touch yet. Not this early. Not in this cycle.
But it was here. Budding. Forming.
And when that power matured—
Laeh would change forever.
His core shook. The sky of sky of his realm roared. The very dimensions around him buckled under the pressure of what was to come.
He had met a condition.
A great condition.
A requirement to evolve into a higher-ranked world.
Laeh stood, weightless in the air, his eyes glowing as he summoned a screen before him.
Noah's new form appeared.
White irises wrapped in spinning runes.
Silver hair that defied time.
A presence too heavy and too unique for mortal to have.
Laeh was stunned.
"This... this is a new race?"
Even sensing it, he could barely believe it.
Too powerful. Too special.
"More unique than even the Celestials..." he whispered.
That was no small feat.
That was terrifying.
He smiled wide.
"Truly... you're my lucky star."
Then he laughed.
"No. Fuck that."
"You're more than that."
Because with Noah, he wouldn't just survive.
He would evolve. He would ascend.
All he needed now... was a core from another world.
And—
"You'll give it to me, right, Noah?" he said while grinning madly.
"After all..."
"You are now the leader of this world."
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Chapter 144: Chapter 144: The Birth Cry
Chapter 144: The Birth Cry
Noah reappeared before a swirling vortex of mana—a massive, humming gate pulsing with cold power.
A dungeon gate.
This was the one Elira had told him about. The one with ice at its core.
He floated before it in silence, watching as pale-blue mana coiled and spiraled like a storm trapped in a mirror. The sheer cold radiating off it would have frozen an ordinary person solid from a distance. But Noah was far beyond ordinary.
As he gazed at the gate, Elira's words echoed in his mind.
This dungeon was one of the reasons she had chosen him.
Because it wasn't normal. This place... held something deeper. Something ancient.
It had an ice-based theme—frost-touched terrain, beasts of pure winter, and one critical secret.
"Inside lies a fragment," she had told him, "a shard of the Origin of Ice itself."
A piece of the original concept. Something not meant for mortals.
Noah's silver eyes narrowed. "A dungeon formed by the residue of a origin concept... and I'm supposed to just walk in and take it?"
He smirked.
"...Sounds fun."
He glanced around.
"We're not even at the end of the first semester yet."
Which meant—no one was supposed to be here. Not for months.
And at that thought, Noah couldn't help but reflect.
How much had he already changed this world's future?
The truth?
He had no idea.
He hadn't just stolen women from Elijah. He'd stolen timelines. Stolen fate and destiny.
Events that should have happened—didn't.
Wars that should have erupted—never began.
Calamities that were supposed to shake the world—fizzled into silence.
Echidna should have been more aggressive. She should have stirred chaos between demons and humans. She should have pushed this world to the brink of collapse—dungeon breaches, endless bloodshed, a war on two fronts.
But all of that... would have been Elijah's path to glory.
A perfect storm for him and his harem to emerge as heroes. To become icons. To gain power. And through him—Justicia would rise.
But now?
Elijah had lost those chances.
Even Shadeva, one of the most powerful beings Noah had met—was supposed to be found by him on one of his scripted adventures.
Another piece of the puzzle, another power meant for him.
And Noah had taken that too.
Now, this dungeon?
This fragment?
Another thing Elijah was meant to have.
Noah's smirk deepened. "A fragment of the Origin of Ice, huh?"
He placed a hand to his chin, thoughtful. "First time I am hearing this. I'm curious now."
He stepped forward and pressed his hand to the gate.
Instant resistance.
Mana surged against his palm like a living will, rejecting him.
He frowned. "Ah, right. It's supposed to be for those below S-rank."
This gate—this dungeon—wasn't meant to be entered by someone like him.
By someone who had surpassed S-rank.
But that didn't matter.
His True Name may have merged into his being and absorbing his trait, but it didn't erase it.
It elevated it.
And with it—
"I am without limits."
Silence fell.
Then the gate shuddered violently. It trembled, the swirling vortex of mana convulsing like it was in pain.
But it was useless.
Noah stepped forward—and the dungeon yielded.
It had no choice.
He vanished into the light.
...
The moment he reappeared, he stood in a frozen land.
A world of endless ice stretched around him in all directions—jagged glaciers, still winds, and silence that pressed against the ears like cotton.
He hovered above it all, weightless.
Below him—his senses flared.
Dozens. No, hundreds of beasts.
He even sensed the boss monster immediately—an enormous Frost Snake of S-rank tier, coiled in slumber deep beneath a frozen lake.
It radiated power. Chilling, primal power.
"It would've been a challenge if I were still A-rank," he muttered.
"But now? As an S-rank being with the Elysiari bloodline..."
He exhaled.
"...This is nothing."
Yet strangely, he felt something stir inside him.
A tension. A restlessness.
A craving.
A desire to fight.
It was new. Unfamiliar. And hungry.
"...I've never really felt like this before."
He narrowed his eyes.
"Is this the effect of my bloodline?"
[Yes, Host.]
[Your bloodline is too strong. Too dominant. It was born to conquer. Born to rule.]
[It desires war. Challenge. Supremacy.]
Noah felt it surge again.
It was like something had lodged in his throat—an itch that wouldn't fade. A scream that wanted to erupt.
He needed to release it.
Instinctively, he whispered—
"Elysiari's Apex Form."
In an instant, everything changed.
His irises, once flowing with runes, slit like a beast's.
His body grew—taller, broader, wrapped in cosmic elegance.
Silver horns sprouted from his head, curving into a majestic crown. In their center, a silver flame flickered softly.
Wings burst from his back—not flesh, not scale, but manifestations of his very concepts. A shimmering tapestry of power. A tail followed, ethereal and deadly.
He looked draconic, but he was more.
He had transcended the dragons bloodline.
And with that transformation, the pressure in his chest exploded.
He finally understood.
Why he felt blocked. Why the unease.
He hadn't announced it.
He hadn't given his bloodline the honor it deserved.
He hadn't told the world that the Elysiari...
Was born.
So he opened his mouth, sharp silver teeth glinting.
He inhaled deeply.
The world stilled.
The dungeon beasts looked skyward, sensing... something.
Something ancient. Something primal.
Then—
"So this is how it feels."
His voice echoed across the ice, thunderous and clear.
Every beast in the dungeon froze.
Then, one by one, instinctively—
They kneeled.
Even the S-rank Frost Snake bowed, its massive head pressed to the ground.
They didn't know why.
Only that they must.
Their instincts screamed:
This being was above them. He was Divine. He was Untouchable.
A Progenitor.
And then Noah roared—
"Elysiari's Roar."
Silence.
Then—
RRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!
The sound wasn't just a roar.
It was a declaration.
A cosmic scream.
The birth cry of a bloodline that would one day rule all.
Space itself cracked. The dungeon trembled. Beasts exploded into blood.
Crimson stained the white landscape.
The dungeon began to collapse.
Noah hovered at its center, calm, as if the destruction had nothing to do with him.
He raised a hand—and the souls of the fallen beasts floated to him.
He clenched his fingers gently.
"You were witnesses to my birth," he said softly. "You don't deserve death just yet."
Then he turned.
His beastly eyes pierced through the frost and stone, beyond layers of enchantments.
And there—
He saw it.
A delicate shard, floating like a snowflake frozen in time.
The Fragment of the Origin of Ice.
The core of the dungeon.
The reason Elira had sent him.
He reached out his hand—and it flew to him, resting in his palm like a cold flame.
It pulsed once.
Noah smiled faintly.
"Well... that was quick."
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Chapter 145: Chapter 145: The Fragment and the Void
Chapter 145 – The Fragment and the Void
Noah stared at the shard of ice floating above his palm, eyes narrowed with intrigue. The power emanating from it was overwhelming—pure, ancient, and cold. It pulsed with such a concentrated essence of ice that, for the first time, he felt it eclipse even his own ice affinity.
Something he hadn't thought possible.
"What is this, System?"
CRACK—!
Space continued to shatter violently around him, splintering like glass under pressure, but Noah didn't spare it a glance.
His focus was absolute.
[This is a fragment of the Origin of Ice.]
"...Are you damn serious? I already knew that. I meant—tell me more than that."
[All affinities, all elements and concepts in the universe originate from somewhere—an Origin. These Origins are embedded deep within the universe's core, guarded by the universe itself. Because to control an Origin... is to control everything it governs.]
[No one has ever truly wielded one.]
[But sometimes, very rarely, fragments of these Origins scatter across the universe. What you hold is one such fragment.]
[Even as a shard, it's enough to push your ice affinity to the Transformation Rank—at the very least.]
Noah absorbed the explanation in silence. Slowly, his lips curled.
"So even things like Limitlessness, or Transcendence—they have an Origin too?"
[Everything has an Origin.]
He grinned.
"Then theoretically... if I collect all of them—every Origin in existence—and fuse them into myself...?"
The system didn't answer right away. It paused. For once, it hesitated.
Then—
[You will walk the path toward perfection.]
Noah chuckled under his breath, eyes gleaming.
"Another goal for the list, then."
Yes. Things were getting more and more interesting.
And Noah's spirit was screaming adventure.
But first things first—
"Let's figure out why Elira wanted this fragment. Then I'll build the realm for my women... solve Isaac and Albert's problems... and, of course, the Campbell family..."
CRACK—!
"And once Sophie becomes Empress..."
"I'll make them my race."
"But for now... let's wrap this Battle of throne.
CRACCCK—!
Noah frowned, glancing around. The space had fractured so deeply now that through the cracks... he could see it.
The Void.
Dark. Endless. Cold in a way no ice could replicate.
And... inviting.
Noah tilted his head slightly, sensing it. He felt an urge to step in—yet his instincts screamed danger. A warning he didn't take lightly.
"How curious," he murmured softly.
Then, without another word, he vanished from the collapsing dungeon.
...
Far beyond that space, deep within the black expanse of the Void, something stirred.
A beast.
Gigantic, monstrous, covered in slick, glistening black scales. Millions of tentacles writhed across its massive form, and its eyes—endless and pitch-black—gazed toward the collapsing space where Noah once stood.
It had been watching him. From the moment the space cracked open, it had seen him.
"What a curious being," a voice purred—low, sultry, and unmistakably feminine.
One tentacle drifted lazily toward the dungeon's boundary—but it stopped, blocked by invisible forces.
"As expected. I can't enter."
But she didn't mind.
She had the coordinates now.
"I'll wait for an opportunity," she whispered.
This is the first time since eons she had seen something interesting.
So she will wait.
And when you're eternal, when you've lived through eons, patience is nothing.
"I must see that being again..."
Yes. Noah had gained a stalker.
...
Back in the white realm.
Noah reappeared in his human form—silver hair cascading down, and his ever-shifting white eyes filled with runes pulsing like living sigils.
Instantly, three heads turned—Elira, Shadeva, and Selene.
And—
"Fuck."
"Oh..."
"Ah..."
Same reactions. Different voices.
Noah sighed. "Not again, ladies."
Elira blinked. "Noah... is that really you?"
Where was the purple hair? The silver eyes?
Selene rushed forward, cupping his cheeks gently.
"My sweet baby," she said, frowning, "Why'd you change it? Now we don't match anymore."
Purple and silver had been her signature. Now Noah had abandoned them.
His lips twitched.
"Is that all you have to say, Mother?"
She didn't flinch. "Look again. Don't you feel any different?"
"I can sense it. You've become something else. You no longer carry my bloodline."
Selene's voice was calm, but something in her eyes shimmered with pride and a hint of loss.
But Elira and Shadeva... they could see further. Deeper.
"This... this is insane," Shadeva muttered. For the first time since she'd joined him, she looked truly stunned.
Elira echoed her softly. "This is madness."
Because what they were seeing—what Noah had become—was not supposed to be possible.
Elira, the First and Only Soul Dragon, felt bloodline suppression.
Her—the being whose very lineage was unrivaled, whose parents and ancestors had never once surpassed her—
Now felt herself being suppressed?
"What did you become... my love?" she whispered.
Noah looked at all their faces. Their awe. Their disbelief.
And he smirked.
"Something better."
...
Later, they gathered—sitting together in the white realm. Each woman stared at Noah as he finished his explanation.
Elysiari.
A race of his own making. His own bloodline.
To say they were shocked was an understatement.
"How... how did you create such a bloodline?" Elira asked softly.
Then her eyes widened.
"...That talent of yours? The EX Unique—fusion?"
She remembered.
That day, when he asked for a drop of her dragon blood for Leona.
When he revealed his fusion talent to gain her trust.
He nodded. "Yes. I gathered many bloodlines... and fused them."
Simple words. But the process was anything but.
The women knew it.
Only Selene had an inkling of the truth. She knew her son could share the bloodlines of those who loved him.
'Truly... my son is the best.' Her heart swelled with pride.
Eventually, they all accepted it.
Noah turned to Shadeva. "It's been a while since we really talked. Are you settling in well?"
Shadeva smiled softly. "Elira and Selene are exhausting, but... nice to be with."
Noah chuckled. "Then that's good."
He reached into his storage and pulled out the shard—the fragment of the Origin of Ice.
Instantly, the temperature dropped. The white realm froze over in seconds.
Selene and our dear mother divine beast inside her, Luminara, shuddered. Their bloodlines screamed at them to seize it. The urge to take control was overwhelming.
Shadeva's eyes locked on the shard. "An Origin fragment?"
"Indeed. My dragon wanted me to retrieve it." Noah smiled and offered it to Elira.
But she shook her head.
"Are you dumb, dear husband?"
"I'm not even an ice user. That fragment was always meant for you."
"I wanted to give it to you—enhance your ice affinity to the transformation rank, then turn you into a dragon. A frost dragon."
That had been her plan. Not for herself—but for him. To make him her champion.
But now?
"Well, now that I know you'll never accept the role of champion, take it. Do whatever you want with it."
Noah accepted the shard. He looked at Elira for a long moment.
"Thank you," he said softly.
He meant it.
But then—
"Dragon champion?" Selene asked from the side.
And another round of explanations began.
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Chapter 146: Chapter 146: A Family, A Throne
Chapter 146 – A Family, A Throne
"So let me get this straight," Selene said, rubbing her temple.
"This world is basically a playground for divine beings who want to take control for their own gain. And the battles are fought through chosen champions. You, my dear son, were approached by both dragons and demons..."
Her voice dropped lower.
"...and you rejected both. Decided to fight alone. Without the backing of a god."
She stared at him.
"And not only that... you somehow made a deal with a demoness and convinced the World Will itself to bless you—meaning, as long as this world isn't completely destroyed, you can't die?"
Silence.
Then Selene collapsed back into her chair with a long, heavy sigh—utterly drained.
Noah's lips twitched. "It's not that bad, Mother. Why are you making it sound like I'm doomed?"
He offered a small smile, trying to calm her, but Selene's eyes snapped toward him in a sharp glare.
"My dear son," she said slowly. "You mean to tell me that divine beings—creatures who could kill me in a blink—are now against you... because you want to protect this world? Alone?"
That was the issue.
It wasn't that Noah was reckless or making enemies.
It was that she couldn't protect him.
Not anymore.
And that hurt.
Since meeting Elira, Selene had learned the brutal truth. She once believed she was powerful—that as an SS-rank, she could do as she pleased.
But after Elira, after Shadeva...
She understood.
SS-rank meant nothing.
Outside this world, there were beings who could erase her existence without blinking.
And those beings were now looking at her son.
'I won't allow that,' she thought.
Her eyes sharpened. Her aura dropped, cold and heavy.
Noah, watching her, felt warmth swell in his chest.
He knew exactly what she was thinking.
And it only made him love her more.
He walked over, leaned down, and pulled her into a gentle hug.
Instantly, her tension melted.
Elira looked at the scene with quiet envy.
Shadeva remained still—indifferent, as always. Or so it seemed.
"You don't have to worry, Mother," Noah whispered.
"You must know by now... your son isn't weak."
"I can handle this."
He pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes.
"And don't be too hard on yourself. You'll become strong, too. I'll make sure of it."
Then, his gaze turned to all three women.
"But also... you misunderstood one thing."
"I'm not fighting them alone."
He smiled. Calm. Confident. Radiant.
"I'm arrogant... not a fool."
"I have all of you here. I am not alone."
His words were simple.
But the warmth in them, the absolute conviction, shook even Shadeva.
"So we'll get through this. Together."
"Because from now on... we're a family."
That word—family—carried more weight than anything else.
That's why Noah didn't hide things from them. Not even the deal with Echidna. No more secrets between him and his wives.
Except the system. That was... special.
But everything else?
He would share.
Because he was determined to make this work. This wasn't just about power anymore. This was about building something real. Permanent.
And hearing that, seeing the honesty in his eyes—the women couldn't help but smile.
Joy. Pride. Love.
Then Noah tilted his head.
"Which brings me to my next question—how did the meeting go?"
He'd given them space. Time to get used to each other and build rapport.
"It went really well," Elira said.
"Yes, everything was smooth," Selene added.
They conveniently left out Anya's... peculiarities.
Noah would find out soon enough anyway.
"Good," he said with a small grin. "Another meeting's coming soon."
"And this time, I'll be there."
"But first—"
He snapped his fingers.
Instantly, Isac and Albert appeared before him. Their eyes shut. Unconscious.
"I've made them sleep for now," Noah explained casually. "Contact Emily. And call Sophie."
"It's time to finish this."
...
Royal Castle.
Rome sat at his study desk, a dark cloud hanging over him. His face was pale, his hands trembling.
Days had passed. No word from his sons.
He had even contacted Elira to have some information but—
No reply from Elira.
Nothing came back.
"Where... where are you?" he muttered.
Something felt wrong. Very wrong.
It was like a net—slowly tightening around his neck. Suffocating him.
Even now, in his chambers, he felt it.
Watched.
As if he wasn't alone.
CLACK—!
The door creaked open, snapping him out of his spiral.
Emily walked in a graceful and steady way.
"My Emperor," she said, voice smooth. "I bring good news."
Rome jumped to his feet, eyes wide. Hope bloomed like a dying flower catching light.
"W-What news?! Where are they?! Are they okay?!"
Emily looked at him.
And for a moment, she felt something close to disgust.
'Is this what an emperor looks like?'
He was pathetic.
A ruler should not tremble like this. Should not beg. Should not fall apart at the first sign of loss.
If he felt trapped—why was he just watching it happen?
Rome wasn't fit for the throne.
But then again, what could you expect from a man who killed his own brother for a woman?
Still, Emily buried her thoughts.
She had a role to play.
"I have news about Isac and Albert," she said smoothly.
Rome rushed to her side. "Where?! Are they safe?!"
"They're fine. I'll show you."
She began setting up a video projection device. Calm. Methodical.
Rome sat down beside her, too frantic to question anything.
Then she paused, just before activating it.
"Are you ready for this?" she asked, flashing him a smile.
It was... odd. A little too pleased.
But Rome didn't even think twice.
"Yes. I'm ready."
He answered like the fool he was.
Emily smiled, then turned the device on.
The screen flickered once... then stabilized.
And what appeared made Rome and Emily both freeze.
But for very different reasons.
Isac and Albert knelt on the ground—heads bowed, hair darker than night, their forms eerily silent.
And sitting before them... was Noah.
Calm. Regal. Ethereal.
So beautiful it almost didn't feel real.
He looked straight at them.
"Hello. How are you all doing?"
Rome nearly had a heart attack.
And Emily?
'Holy Mother...'
Her legs nearly gave out.
The sight of Noah was enough to send a shiver down her spine.
A degenerate reaction?
Absolutely.
But could you blame her?
Noah had that effect now.
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Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Truth
Chapter 147 – Truth
Emily hadn't expected this.
She hadn't seen Noah since the day she'd stepped into Weaverheart territory—since she'd been blackmailed, dragged into a game she couldn't control.
And now here he was.
His hair now silver. His eyes now deeper and more matured.
'His hair and eyes...' she thought absently.
But she shook the thought away.
'Not the time to be distracted, Emily!' she screamed inwardly.
CLICK—!
Her fingers snapped.
In the next instant, chains erupted—fire, lightning, shadow, earth—wrapping around Rome, binding him where he stood.
Not just one spell. This was a coordinated ambush. A premeditated strike by more than just her.
Rome's eyes widened in disbelief. He turned to Emily.
And saw the mask was gone.
The woman who once stood by his side with a gentle smile now looked at him with open disgust—like he was filth.
Something worthless.
He trembled.
"E-Emily...?" His voice wavered, fragile. As if hoping—begging—this wasn't what it seemed.
But Emily's eyes were cold.
"Don't ever speak my name again," she said with a voice like winter steel.
Rome froze. The chains digging into his flesh barely registered.
All he could think was:
Why?
"Why...?" he whispered. "What did I do?"
His voice cracked as he clung to some fragile thread of logic.
"Didn't I treat you right?"
A pause.
"Didn't I give you everything you ever asked for?"
His voice rose, rage beginning to creep in.
"Didn't I—didn't I forgive you for cheating on me?!"
And then—he snapped.
"DID I NOT FUCKING KILL MY OWN BROTHER FOR YOU?!"
"AND NOW—NOW YOU BETRAY ME?! ME?! EMILY?! ANSWER ME!"
The chains rattled violently as he struggled, bloodshot eyes blazing.
CLACK. CLACK.
He fought to break free.
To do something. Anything.
But Emily... remained expressionless.
"I don't give a damn," she said quietly, her voice cold and final.
"I don't care what you gave me. I don't care if you treated me like a queen."
Then her voice changed.
Deeper and sharper.
The voice of long-held fury—a storm nurtured in silence for years.
"And why are you acting like I owe you something?"
Her words cut like a knife.
"Why are you acting like I asked for this? Like I told you to give me everything? Like I told you to kill Caesar?"
Julius Caesar Castria.
Rome's brother. The one he murdered.
"Why?" Emily demanded. "Why are you rewriting the past?"
Rome growled, "It was him or you."
"I chose you. I killed him for you. Because I loved you more than anything."
Emily... laughed.
Not a laugh of joy.
But a hollow and docking laugh.
"You're embarrassing, Rome."
"You didn't kill him for me."
"You killed him because you were afraid."
"Because you were jealous."
"Because you've always had that pathetic inferiority complex."
She took a step forward.
"You killed him because he was better than you."
"You were only Crown Prince because of your mother. Because she was the official wife. And because Julius was a concubine's son."
"You didn't earn anything. You were handed this palace—this crown."
She gestured at the opulence around them with disgust.
"You hated him because he was more talented. More beloved. Stronger. Smarter."
"And when the chance came, you took it. You killed him in cold blood without remorse."
Her voice dropped.
"So don't you dare talk about love. You don't even love yourself. How could you love anyone else?"
Emily's voice became venomous.
"You are a filthy coward."
Rome flinched, her words slicing straight into the core of everything he'd tried to hide.
His mask shattered.
"I-I'm not—"
"Enough."
Noah's voice silenced the room.
Rome's mouth snapped shut.
"I understand now the truth behind all this. But I don't have time for this pathetic performance."
Noah's eyes drifted off-screen. Just beyond the projection, Sophie stood, silent.
She wasn't meant to see this.
Hair alive with crackling lightning. A crimson thunderbolt tattoo glowed on her forehead like a brand of power.
Noah hadn't expected this much evolution from her.
But she'd exceeded everything.
He was proud. In awe, even.
That's why—
Noah turned back to the screen.
Rome and Emily. Isac and Albert kneeling in the background.
Time to finish this.
"You don't need me to explain it," Noah said calmly. "You have eyes. You saw your sons."
"They've gone to the demon continent and made a pact with a demon. Not any demon, it was a demon lord."
"All to win the throne."
He let the silence hang.
"Do you know what will happen if this gets out?"
Rome's lips trembled.
He had seen the truth—seen the unnatural darkness in Isac and Albert's eyes.
He knew.
He'd heard of others—humans who sold their souls for power.
Slaves to demons.
But to see his own sons fall to that?
'Did I fail them?'
'Did I fail... as a father?'
Even now, all he could feel was the weight of uselessness.
'Did I ever do anything right?'
His voice was hollow when he asked, "What... what do you want?"
Noah's expression didn't change.
"I'm not here to force anything, Rome."
"I'm not asking you to hand Sophie the throne."
"I want just one thing."
His eyes glowed—white, runic, divine.
"A battle."
"Your two sons versus Sophie."
"Both of them at the same time, if they want. I don't care."
"If she wins... she takes the throne."
"Not because you gave it to her."
"Not because I gave it to her."
Noah's voice lowered.
"But because she earned it."
That was his goal since the beginning.
He would not insult Sophie's journey by gifting her power.
She had worked for it. Bled for it. Suffered for it.
And she would claim it with her own hands.
Noah turned his head toward her.
And there he find Sophie looking at him with her eyes wide, lightning in her veins and love in her soul.
Noah smiled beautifully.
"You ready, my Empress?"
"It's time to take what belongs to you."
At these words—
[Sophie's feelings for you have reached 100%.]
—End of Chapter 147—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC148: Crimson Judgment
Chapter 148: Chapter 148: Crimson Judgment
Chapter 148 – Crimson Judgment
Grateful.
That's what Sophie felt toward Noah.
As she looked at him—at his serious, beautiful face—she couldn't help but fall even deeper.
'Thank you...' she whispered in her heart.
A silent thank you. The most sincere thing she had ever felt.
While Sophie stood immersed in emotion, Noah was watching Rome, waiting for his answer.
He didn't need to wait long.
"I accept!" Rome declared, without hesitation.
And he accepted for one reason:
'This is perfect. Sophie is no match for Isac—let alone both of them. This way, I can protect the royal family's dignity.'
Yes.
Rome had vastly underestimated Sophie.
He had no idea how much she had changed.
This wasn't the same girl who once begged for his approval to join the battle for the throne.
No.
That girl no longer existed.
And Sophie was about to show him why.
At Rome's words, Noah smiled.
"Perfect," he said.
"Let's watch this on live, shall we?"
CLICK—!
With a snap of his fingers, Rome and Emily were transported into the white realm—effortlessly.
Noah's space manipulation had reached near-Elira levels.
Then, Elira expanded the realm and conjured a small arena at its center.
There stood Sophie.
Calm and still. Her aura concealed.
To a casual glance, she was just a young girl, with a flickering lightning weaving through her hair. Very peculiar.
Before her stood Isac and Albert, their bodies still tainted by demonic corruption. They glared at her with pure resentment.
"You stand there with pride," Albert spat, "but the only reason you're here is because of Noah."
He sneered.
"Tell me, what can you do without him?"
"Nothing. You are nothing without him. And the worst thing is that even if we win, he won't let anything happen to you."
Their eyes seethed with fury. Noah's presence made it feel like their victory wouldn't matter.
But even so—
'We'll cripple you,' they both thought. 'We'll break you.'
They bared their demonic fangs.
But Sophie... remained calm.
Her eyes—icy.
Then she spoke. Her voice was quiet, steady.
"You know, I always considered you both my brothers. My family."
She glanced briefly at Rome.
"I wanted the throne, yes. But not at the cost of your lives. I wanted to win fairly."
She paused.
"But you chose a different path. You didn't train. You didn't master your bodies and mind. You didn't push yourselves to grow stronger."
"No. You chose the easy way."
"You sold yourselves to demons."
She stared at them, utterly disgusted.
"So tell me—how can you be worthy of the throne with that kind of mindset?"
When faced with hardship, they didn't fight. They surrendered. They enslaved themselves.
"How?" she asked again. "How can someone like that rule a whole domain?"
She took a breath.
"You are not worthy."
And then—
"You may begin." Noah's voice echoed.
The match had begun.
A match Rome was certain his sons would win.
And oh...
What a delusional fool.
The very instant the battle began—within a fraction of a second—
CRACKLE.
A massive red lightning spear materialized above the arena.
It hummed with impossible energy. Red lightning cracked in all directions, electrifying the very air. The realm vibrated from the sheer pressure.
CRACKLE! CRACKLE!
Isac and Albert froze.
Rome's eyes widened in horror.
And Noah—he smiled softly. Quietly proud.
Sophie's eyes had changed. Nothing remained but red lightning.
Her crimson lightning tattoo blazed across her forehead.
She lifted her right hand skyward.
Her gaze fixed on the two figures before her.
Then, she spoke.
Her voice thundered—like a storm rolling over the earth.
"I once hesitated about your fate."
"Should I kill you? Or imprison you?"
She paused.
"I didn't know what to do."
But now?
Now there was no room for mercy.
No room for pity.
Not for the ones who would have torn her apart a million times if they had the chance.
She had once been foolish enough to consider sparing them.
Not anymore.
"There will be no mercy."
"There will be only one thing: judgment."
"So..."
The world froze.
Rome's voice broke the silence as realization hit him like a dagger.
"NOOOO!!"
But no one listened.
Because in the next moment, Sophie's voice echoed like a divine decree.
"Crimson Empress's Skill."
Her hand fell.
Isac tried to run. But his knees buckled from sheer fear.
Albert opened his mouth to scream for help only for his voice to be drown by—
"Red Spear Of Judgment."
And—
BOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!
The red spear struck like a godddess's wrath.
It wasn't just heavy—it was annihilation incarnate.
The arena was engulfed in a blinding storm of red lightning.
Destruction.
Smoke, red arcs, and electric fury choked the realm.
When it cleared—
Silence.
Sophie stood calmly. Not a single scratch on her.
Where Isac and Albert once stood... there was nothing.
No bodies. No ashes. No traces.
Gone.
Rome dropped to his knees.
His legs couldn't carry the weight of what he just witnessed.
His sons were... erased.
"H-how...?" he whispered, eyes empty, soul broken.
Emily walked over and crouched in front of him. Her expression was cold. Unfeeling.
She didn't even blink at the death of her so-called children.
They were nothing to her.
Only Sophie mattered.
"You have no one to blame but yourself, Rome."
Her voice was quiet. Cutting.
"It's because of you this happened."
"You forced yourself on me. Used your power to make me marry you."
"You murdered the man I loved."
"You raised your sons weak and spoiled."
"It's all because of you."
She leaned closer, lightning gathering in her hand.
"So open your eyes wide and look."
"Look at what you've done."
"From beginning to end... you've been nothing but a disappointment."
She stood and raised her hand, blue lightning wrapped around her fingers.
Then, without pause, she drove it into Rome's chest—straight to his heart.
As he gasped, choking on the pain, she looked him in the eye.
"Die, Rome."
"We won't miss you."
He turned his head weakly. His eyes met Sophie's.
She looked at him without emotion.
Cold. Indifferent.
And in that final moment, one question returned to him—
"Was... I wrong?"
And the answer was obvious.
Yes.
He was wrong about everything.
Because in the end—
He lost.
And if history has taught anything...
The loser is always wrong.
Rome Castria... died.
—End of Chapter 148—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC149: The Divine's day
Chapter 149: Chapter 149: The Divine's day
Chapter 149 – The Divine's Day
Rome died.
Just like that.
A death no one would mourn. A death that wouldn't change anyone's life. Silent. Humiliating.
A death undeserving of someone who once called himself an Emperor.
And that's the thing—if you ever wish to be the villain in someone's story, make sure you're the greatest villain they've ever known. At least that way... you'll be remembered. Maybe even respected.
But Rome?
He wouldn't be remembered.
Not with honor.
Not at all.
...
Emily and Sophie stood before his lifeless body—unmoved. Unshaken. Indifferent.
Emily felt something she hadn't in decades: freedom.
Freedom from that man.
No one could ever understand how sickening it was—to share the same bed with someone you loathed. To be forced to lie beneath the man who murdered your love. To be stripped of choice, night after night, in the deepest shadows of the palace.
She had hated him.
And now that he was gone?
Peace. A calm unlike anything she had ever felt.
But...
There was still one piece missing.
The ones who sold her to this monster in the first place.
The Campbell Family.
'You're next,' she thought coldly. Her resolve unshakable. Her vengeance far from complete.
...
While Emily relished the closure, Sophie felt... nothing in fact.
She looked at the corpse that used to be her father. The man who had denied her—again and again. The man who saw her as a tool. As lesser, just because she was a woman.
She had once asked herself:
Why wouldn't he let her join the battle for the throne?
Why mock her dreams of becoming the first Empress?
Why treat her like she didn't belong?
But now...
None of those questions mattered anymore.
Because she had stopped expecting anything from him long ago.
Because someone else stood behind her now—someone who believed in her.
Someone who fought for her dreams like they were his own.
Someone she had chosen to give her heart and loyalty to.
Noah.
He was everything her father wasn't and more.
So, without a second glance, Sophie turned away from the body and walked toward Noah, who watched the scene with a composed, unreadable expression.
He had no stake in this judgment. He was a spectator—like Elira, Shadeva, and Selene.
But when Sophie approached, his face softened.
"You're happy now?" he asked gently. "You'll become Empress."
"Because you worked harder than anyone for it."
Then he embraced her, arms wrapping around her with quiet strength.
"I'm proud of you," he whispered.
Sophie smiled—a radiant, heartfelt smile—and returned the hug.
"I love you, my dear husband," she said, the words rare, but deeply true.
"I love you too," Noah replied softly.
They parted, still holding the moment between them.
Then Noah turned to Emily, who stood nearby, watching them.
"Well, dear mother-in-law," he said with a smirk. "It's been a while."
"Miss me?"
BADUM—!
Emily's heart skipped.
'How is this level of beauty even real?'
It was a fair question.
Noah's beauty defied logic. It was... unfair.
And that's why—
[Emily's feelings for you have reached 60%.]
'What?'
Elira and Selene noticed instantly. They exchanged a glance, reading each other's thoughts without a word.
Emily had fallen.
Sophie noticed too. She wasn't blind.
'No way?' she thought silently.
But Noah? He ignored it.
He had no time for distractions. Not yet.
He had a family to secure before any additions were considered.
"You remember our deal?" he asked Emily.
She nodded, regaining composure.
"You promised Rome's death... and the annihilation of the Campbell family."
There was no hesitation in her voice.
No one flinched at the idea of erasing an entire bloodline.
They simply didn't care.
"The first is done," Noah said. "Now for the second."
"I'll handle it myself," Noah replied coldly.
"What's the strongest rank among them?"
"S-rank. If they had reached SS, they might've rivaled your family."
"Understood."
Then he smiled. "Wanna come with me?"
Emily grinned darkly. "Gladly."
Noah turned to Shadeva.
"My dear shadow, I miss you dearly."
That was all he needed to say.
Shadeva melted into shadow, reuniting with Noah—and his shadow returned at last.
"Good."
"Wait for me. I won't take long," he told the others.
"I have something to create for you all."
"So call back the girls as I'll need their insight on this."
Then Noah vanished, taking Emily with him.
...
Elira and Selene stood in silence.
"She's fallen, hasn't she?" Elira asked.
Selene sighed. "Yes."
"What now?"
"Nothing," Selene replied. "My baby made a promise. He won't move unless I'm aware—and unless I agree."
She turned to Elira with a smug smile.
"Do you have that privilege?"
Elira's lips twitched.
"...Do you want to train, Selene?" she asked, changing the subject. "With what's coming, we need to prepare."
Selene's smirk faded.
"Are you threatening me because you're stronger than me?"
Elira smirked.
"So what if I am?"
Selene glared.
'Weakness is truly a sin.'
And she couldn't afford to be weak any longer.
...
Meanwhile—
High above the Campbell territory.
Noah and Emily appeared in the sky, looking down on the black and red castle sprawling across the land.
"So," Emily asked, "the goal is total annihilation?"
"Yes."
Noah studied the vast stronghold.
"What power should I use?" he mused aloud.
He had too many options.
Sword. Emotions. Nothingness. Blood. Ice. Lightning. Soul. Mind. Fate. Destiny...
And now—his new bloodline.
He grinned.
"Let's use that. This place is the perfect training ground."
His presence remained undetectable—a perk of his bloodline.
There is one ability in particular he wanted to try,
Elysiari's Visionary.
"Believe, and it shall be."
All it required was unshakable belief.
A sword materialized in Noah's hand—silver and violet, glowing with quiet resonance.
It was the sword Ren had forged for him.
"This sword can kill every single being of Campbell blood—no matter where they are."
He believed it without any doubt. Because in any case, he can kill all of them with only this sword no matter the way.
But by activating this skill and believing in this...the result was fantastical.
The sword shimmered, cloaked in divine light.
Noah raised it high into the sky—
And slashed.
SLASH—!
A simple motion.
But in that instant, the whole world paused and the sky above the Campbell's estate dimmed considerably.
Then—
Death.
Across the entire Campbell territory—and beyond—every bearer of Campbell blood collapsed.
No wounds.
No cries.
Just... silence.
Even those far from home—at academies, on missions, hidden away—died as if a god had spoken their names.
That day...The world would remember.
The Divine's Day.
The day when the Campbell family was erased.
Simultaneously.
Without resistance.
As if they had angered a god.
And from that day forward, it became a day of reverence.
A day when people prayed to the divine, not out of faith but out of fear.
So they wouldn't be next.
—End of Chapter 149—
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