HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC150: The Birth of a Home [1]
Chapter 150: Chapter 150: The Birth of a Home [1]
Chapter 150 – The Birth of a Home [1]
Noah and Emily floated in the sky, silently observing the Campbell territory below.
Bodies fell. One by one. It was quiet and absolute.
Yet, not all perished—those untouched were not Campbells, so they lived.
But it was exactly these persons that will spread the word about this event to the whole world, and even start to worship this day. Because they were witnesses.
Noah lowered his gaze to the sword in his hand just as it began to crumble. It disintegrated, vanishing into dust. The energy Noah had channeled through it was too overwhelming. That it survived long enough for the slash was a miracle in itself.
Emily looked down at the lifeless figures below.
Her family.
All of them—gone.
And with that, a great weight lifted from her shoulders.
She was free. Truly free.
'Rest in peace, Julius,' she whispered silently.
'From now on, I will live for myself. I won't be shackled by the past anymore.'
She lifted her head and looked at Noah. A soft smile touched her lips.
Yes... from now on, I won't hold myself back.
And as if acting on that very thought, she stepped closer to him—her face now just inches away from his.
She smiled again—beautiful, gentle and almost innocent.
Noah was genuinely surprised by this sudden closeness and smile. He never imagined Emily could smile like that.
"I don't know how to thank you for all this," she said softly, placing her hand gently against his chest.
Noah raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You don't have to. This was a deal between us."
He took a half-step back, attempting to create some distance. She was Sophie's mother, after all—his mother-in-law.
But Emily didn't let him escape.
She closed the distance again, unrelenting.
"I insist," she said with a hushed voice. "I never gave you anything meaningful that helped with the Saintess. You did it all on your own."
"So far... I'm the only one profiting from our deal. And that's not fair to you."
She traced slow, delicate circles across his chest with her fingertips.
"Let me make it up to you."
Noah's lips twitched.
"I said I don't mind. We're family now. You're my mother-in-law—so take it as a gift. For raising such an amazing daughter."
It was a smart and tactful reminder—a boundary, gently but firmly drawn.
But Emily had no intention of backing off.
"A gift?" she repeated, smiling mischievously. "Then can I ask for another?"
Noah's instincts stirred.
Something felt off.
Still, he nodded. "Ask."
He didn't see harm in simply hearing her out.
Emily looked him straight in the eye and pointed at his heart.
"I want this," she said.
"I want to be inside."
A pause.
"I mean, you don't mind, right? You already have so many women inside your heart. Surely you can make a little space for me?"
"I'm not asking for much. Just a small place. I don't care if it's narrow or wide. I just want to be there."
Her voice was soft. Honest. Almost pleading.
Noah stood frozen, uncertain of how to respond.
This was awkward—even for him.
He had told himself not to pursue anyone else for the time being. But refusing her outright would bring shame—maybe even hurt someone important to him.
So, he made the most logical move.
"...Prove yourself."
Emily blinked.
"Yes," Noah continued, calm and composed. "Not just to me. To all of them—my women. Gain their acknowledgment."
"I will never accept someone they do not accept."
"And most importantly—gain your daughter's blessing. Without her approval... even if all the others agree... I won't."
That was the line.
Emily didn't flinch. She smiled.
To her, not being rejected outright was already a victory.
To gain their approval? That was nothing new.
She smirked.
"Did you forget I used to be an empress? I manipulated everyone in the royal palace under Rome's nose."
"You really think I can't earn a few acknowledgments?"
Noah smirked in return. "We'll see."
"But good luck—you'll need it."
He snapped his fingers.
In an instant, they were teleported back to the white realm.
...
The girls were already there.
When Noah arrived, every eye turned to him. Their expressions lit up in joy, surprise, and curiosity—drawn to the changes in his presence, his aura, and his beauty.
"Noah!"
"My love!"
"Dear husband!"
They rushed to him in waves, showering him in affection, each one waiting her turn to feel his embrace.
Ester didn't waste a second—she immediately slipped into his shadow with Shadeva, enjoying their exclusive privilege.
Neko transformed into her small black cat form and perched on his head, purring contentedly.
Elizabeth, Yuki, and Sophie looked on, visibly jealous—though not the only ones. Even Zara and Anya wore sour expressions.
Dominique laughed.
Selene sighed, wishing she had their powers.
Each girl had her own way of reacting—but there was one thing that Elira and Selene both noticed:
The harmony.
The moment Noah stood among them, the chaos turned calm.
He was like the glue that held them all together.
And it was beautiful—watching them wait their turns, talking, laughing, bonding.
In that moment, a single thought echoed in both Elira and Selene's minds:
"It's starting to form."
Yes.
Their family was starting to take shape.
...
An hour passed—filled with warmth, cuddles, affection, and joy.
Eventually, Noah spoke.
"I called you all here for a reason."
His voice settled the room.
"I know some of you are wondering how this family will function. We each have our duties. Our lives. Our missions."
"I've thought long about it."
"And I realized the answer is simple: a home."
"A home you can return to after a long day. A place of comfort. A place filled with the people you love."
"And that home... I will create it as a realm."
"A realm for us. For our family."
"A place where we can all be together."
He smiled—a beautiful, soul-stirring smile.
"So tell me—what do you want in that realm?"
The girls blinked in surprise.
A realm? Just for us?
A place where they could live with Noah?
Where they could see him every day?
BADUM—!
Hearts skipped beats. All at once for one single reason.
"...Fuck, I'm getting horny again."
"Damn, I thought I was the only one."
"I SAID DIP FIRST, GIRLS! I'm going in first. Don't worry, I'll tell you all about it later."
"You wish! I'm going first!"
The girls began bickering, voices overlapping in mock outrage and gleeful jealousy—until—
"Why don't we all go at the same time?"
The room fell silent.
Every head turned toward the culprit.
And of course—
It was our beloved horny succubus.
Truly, the legendary degenerate of the group.
—End of Chapter 150—
A/N:
You know the drill. I am interested in your opinions for the progression of the story and story itself.
Slow? Fast?
Too much romance lately and little action?
And whatever you think of.
Bref,
Thank for your amazing support and thank you for reading!
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC151: The Home of Elysiari
Chapter 151: Chapter 151: The Home of Elysiari
Chapter 151 – The Home of Elysiari
Noah's lips twitched at the absurd turn in conversation.
He had gathered everyone to discuss something important—and yet here they were, arguing over who would sleep with him first.
And Dominique, of course, had to throw in a classic horny succubus proposition.
Deciding to save his sanity, Noah ignored the chaos and cleared his throat.
"Ahem—!"
Immediately, the girls quieted and turned their attention back to him.
"As I said, if there's anything specific you want in the realm, tell me now. I'll make sure it's included."
'With my space affinity, time mastery, and the title of The Creator... I should be able to do some pretty crazy things.' Noah thought, calm and confident.
One by one, the girls began voicing their requests.
"I want a space with red lightning constantly striking from the sky," Sophie began in her cool, regal tone. "It'll be my training ground."
"I want a space that can withstand my destruction affinity," Anya chimed in, her small voice deceptively innocent. "Something I can completely obliterate—again and again. And it restores itself instantly."
Noah blinked. 'Adorable... and terrifying.'
The requests kept coming—some practical, some whimsical.
Elira, for instance, wanted a floating café on an isolated island in the middle of a tranquil ocean. Her personal getaway spot.
But the most unexpected request came from Dominique.
"I want a farm," she said simply. "Where I can grow my own food and relax."
Even Noah was surprised—but he nodded without hesitation. "You'll have it."
After gathering all the information he needed, Noah smiled.
He had what he needed to begin the creation of their home.
They exited the white realm and returned to the real world. Night had fallen—and for the first time in what felt like forever, stars dotted the sky.
They found a quiet, secluded spot with nothing around for miles.
Noah sat down in a lotus position. The women formed a loose circle around him, giving him space.
He closed his eyes.
His mind replayed every detail: each girl's desires, the structural requirements, and the flow of magic that would bind it all together.
'Space and Time. With these, I can make a true masterpiece.'
But unlike Elira—who created her realm using only space and manipulated time within it—Noah had something more.
Creation.
Still, a question lingered in his mind.
'What is creation?'
He never really pondered it. So many affinities, so much power—and hardly enough time to master them all.
To create something... you need material. You can't make something from nothing.
Or at least... not yet.
Luckily, he had an excellent source right in front of him.
He opened his eyes and glanced at Elira.
"My dear dragon," he said, smiling slightly. "Do you happen to have any exotic materials lying around that you don't use?"
His sudden question caught the others off guard.
But Elira just chuckled knowingly.
"I have more than enough in my treasury. Tell me what you need."
Noah's smile widened. "Materials with affinities for lightning, ice, sword, shadow, darkness... anything rare and powerful."
Elira nodded—and with a casual flick of her hand, she summoned everything he'd listed. And then some.
Elizabeth and the others stared, stunned, as treasures they'd never even heard of shimmered into view. Elira, of course, looked smug.
Selene narrowed her eyes but said nothing.
Once everything was ready, Noah turned to the group once more.
"I'll need one last thing from each of you: a drop of your blood."
Each of them gave it willingly.
It would serve as both a sacrifice and a link—to personalize their space within the realm and allow them to enter and exit freely, even granting them minor control.
When Noah added his own drop of blood last, the atmosphere changed.
His pure white blood glowed faintly, and all the girls felt a sudden pressure on their minds.
It lasted only a second—then vanished.
Noah began.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
In his right hand, he channeled his space affinity.
In his left, he summoned his creation affinity, absorbing all the rare materials and the blood into it. He even added the souls of beasts he'd killed in the last dungeon—intending to give them new life inside the realm.
Space twisted in his right hand, a pocket dimension forming.
It started as a simple space, the size of a room, then gradually expanded—larger and larger—until it matched Elira's white realm.
But Noah didn't stop there.
He continued expanding.
If he wanted to include all the features the girls had requested, he'd need more space.
After several minutes, it reached nearly half the size of Laeh itself.
In his left hand swirled a rainbow of energies—the creation essence.
In his right hand floated the space he had formed.
Noah slowly brought his hands together.
CLAP—!
His palms met.
'I want each environment to reflect their blood's essence and the material associated with it. And from my blood... create a palace at the realm's center. The rest... give it life.'
He gave his command.
Creation obeyed.
Then—he added time.
He activated at last his unique talent Ultimate Fusion.
The energies mixed—seamlessly, elegantly—and fused.
In his palm now hovered a single, glowing white sphere.
A realm—perfect and whole.
Elira trembled with emotion. "Incredible... My husband is truly a monster."
Noah exhaled.
Now, only one question remained:
"Where should I place this?"
A realm isn't a world. It cannot exist independently—it needs an anchor.
If the anchor is destroyed, the realm collapses.
His options were clear: bind it to Laeh like most would... or link it to himself, as Elira had done.
If he became the anchor, the realm would live and die with him—tied to his soul.
He turned toward the women and explained the risk.
Their answer was immediate.
"Of course, you."
"I have more faith in you than in this entire world."
"What kind of question is that, my love?"
No hesitation.
No doubt.
They would always bet on Noah.
He smiled, touched by their unwavering trust.
"Thank you," he said softly.
Then, he pressed the white sphere against his chest.
CLICK—!
At that moment, everyone felt it.
A connection.
A bond, stretching between their souls and something new, something warm, something alive.
A home.
Their home.
The Home of Elysiari.
—End of Chapter 151—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC152: To Their Creator
Chapter 152: Chapter 152: To Their Creator
Chapter 152 – To Their Creator
They all felt it.
A connection—clear and powerful—linking them to another place.
The realm Noah had just created.
Noah exhaled slowly. He looked calm, but deep inside, he knew the weight of what he had just done. Creating a realm wasn't easy. Especially not one like this. One made to reflect not just his power, but the desires and identities of his women. And also one worthy of his race.
Because yes—he was going to make them part of his race. That was a given.
He turned to them, lips curving into a smug smile.
"Wanna see what your dear husband made just for you?"
The women nodded without hesitation.
"Just use the connection you feel. Will yourself inside," he said, and without another word, disappeared.
"Not even waiting for us?" Dominique muttered, but no one even listened. They were already vanishing one by one.
She scowled and disappeared right after.
...
They arrived in silence.
The realm before them was nothing like the real world. The sky wasn't blue—it was pure white, untouched, pristine. The realm itself stretched far in all directions, clearly divided into zones that all flowed toward a massive palace at the center.
Each zone reflected their wishes.
The storming red lightning field—Sophie's.
The calm ocean, stretching endlessly—Elira's.
The immense farm, glowed in soft green light— Dominque's
Frozen lands, graveyards of swords—Selene's and Yuki's.
And many more.
Everything looked natural. Seamless. As if the realm had always been like this.
That was the power of ultimate fusion.
But there was something else. Something unexpected.
Noah could feel it.
There was life here.
He could sense it in the forests, under the oceans, deep in the earth. Beings had been born—somehow. And even more surprising, in the center of the realm, near the palace, he sensed weak presences.
Presences carrying his bloodline.
It was faint, but there.
Is that...?
[Yes. Leftover traces of your blood fused with the realm. Once it became capable of sustaining life, those remnants created beings.]
Noah's eyes narrowed slightly. He wanted to check that out—but not yet.
"Wow... this is incredible," Selene said, standing next to him in the air.
Noah smiled. "Right?"
She wasn't just impressed. She was stunned.
Not that long ago, she had been protecting her son. But now... now he was something else. Something she couldn't even fully understand.
And somehow, that thought hurt. Because, how can a mother not even understand her own child?
Selene smiled to herself, unable to stop the emotion swelling in her chest.
Noah saw the look and gently took her hand.
"Why the serious face, Mother?"
"No matter how strong I become... aren't I still your baby?" he said with a soft smile. "So don't worry. Just look around. I made this—for us. For our family."
Selene laughed, her smile softening. "Yes, my dear baby."
But peace, never lasted long.
"That's not fair," Elizabeth said, walking up and hugging Noah. "Favoritism!"
"What about us?" Sophie added, grabbing his right arm and leaning close.
More followed instantly.
"Us too, Noah!"
Yuki appeared from behind, trying to squeeze in.
Elizabeth hissed. "Back off, bitch, the spot's taken."
Yuki smirked. "That's exactly why I came, bitch."
The bickering restarted. Chaos resumed.
Noah sighed, smiling despite himself. Only Elira and Emily kept their distance. Elira, because she stayed above these things. Emily... just watched silently. But in her heart, the desire to truly belong burned stronger.
...
After a while, once Noah had given each of them a bit of attention, he sighed.
"Girls. Please. Compliment the damn realm at least. Do you know how much effort this took me?"
They didn't even answer, too focused on him, on his beauty and presence.
"Let's visit the palace," he said while sighing.
They teleported together, landing in front of two massive doors—silver and white, towering and imposing.
Noah stepped forward, and the doors opened on their own.
The women followed him inside.
What they saw made them stop in their tracks.
At the center of the palace stood a throne. White, like everything else, but far from ordinary.
Carved into it were the bloodlines Noah once held, each one merging together to create something at the center—an image.
A figure.
A small, perfect version of Noah.
He walked forward. Calm. Steady. His steps echoed through the hall as the women watched in silence.
Each had their own thoughts.
Sophie wondered if she could still stand beside him. If now, she was worthy.
Zara questioned how someone like her could be loved by someone like him.
Selene felt pride swell in her chest—this was her child, she thought.
Elira, Neko, and Ester were the same. Proud. Confident in their bond.
After all they were his master, beast companion and shadow.
Others were fired up.
Yuki vowed again to be more than a concubine—to be his sword, his equal.
Elizabeth smiled, her mission became even more clear as she looked at Noah, she would build a faith worthy of him.
Some thoughts were stranger to say the least.
Anya trembled with excitement, because as a being of chaos, she can see it. "He's chaos... I love it."
Dominique? Predictable as always.
"Fuck. I want him deep inside me."
Noah evoked something different in each of them. It was kind of interesting to see how each of the women react and look at him differently.
Noah finally reached the throne and then—he sat.
The moment he sat on the throne, the realm reacted.
It buzzed. The air froze and time stilled.
All across the realm, life paused.
Every creature—every being—turned its gaze toward the palace.
And then—
Instinctively they bowed, one by one in perfect unison. Their heads lowered to the ground.
They were bowing not from fear but from respect, from reverence.
Because they were not bowing to a king, not to a ruler—
But to the one who made them possible.
But to the one who shaped their now home.
To...their Creator.
—End of Chapter 152—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC153: Frozen Maiden of Hell
Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Frozen Maiden of Hell
Chapter 153 – Frozen Maiden of Hell
As Noah sat on his throne, every beast in his realm bowed before him.
His wives stood nearby, each of them watching him closely, their eyes filled with different thoughts, different emotions.
And Noah understood.
He understood their worries.
He understood the struggles each of them carried.
But—
"You have no reason to worry."
He snapped his fingers.
Instantly, thrones began to appear—smaller than his own, but each uniquely beautiful. One formed beside every woman. Silently, they all sat, facing him.
"You already know I've become something new. A new race. And I'm its progenitor—the first of my kind."
The women nodded.
"And I want you all to be part of that race. With me."
He paused.
"I know this might seem obvious, but I'll ask anyway: is anyone against changing their race into mine?"
His eyes shifted, specifically toward two of them—Elira and Elizabeth. They were special cases. Elira was a true Soul Dragon. Elizabeth, a Celestial. Their races weren't just titles—they were power, legacy.
Noah wouldn't force them to be Elysiari. That's why he asked.
But his concern was unnecessary.
Deeply so.
Elira smiled as she met his gaze.
"I'll be whatever you want me to be, my dear. I want to be part of you and also one of the first of your race. This kind of opportunity doesn't come twice."
She knew as a being of the dragons race.
The first dragons, the original dragons...they are nothing like the dragons of today.
And Elizabeth followed, her eyes sharpening with intensity.
"You know me by now. I'll do anything you ask of me."
Her voice lowered, but the conviction behind it was absolute.
"Because I love you more than anything. After all you saved me from eternal slavery and helped me know who I am."
For once, Yuki didn't say anything. Neither did Sophie, Selene, Neko, or Ester. They were surprised—not by Elizabeth's devotion, but by the sheer depth of it.
Selene, though, smiled to herself.
'I like this girl,' she thought. 'I think we'll get along well.'
Noah smiled, content.
He will never stop saying this, but he was a very lucky guy.
'System, I have an idea.'
[What kind of idea, Host?]
'What if I made each of them a progenitor as well? Not of the whole race like me, but of their own concept. Like... my mother would become the progenitor of all Ice-type Elysiari. The race would diversify through them.'
'They'd each represent a concept I already hold. That way, my race gains depth—and they each gain a unique identity within it. But in the end they all come from me, and my power will be unmatched.'
The system paused for a moment, calculating.
[That's an excellent idea, Host.]
Noah grinned. This would give each of his women power, influence, and significance within the race. They wouldn't just follow—they'd lead.
In that way he will not have to lead so many people, just his women.
He turned to his mother.
"Come here, Mother."
Selene didn't hesitate. She stood, walked to him boldly, and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Starting with me, huh, my dear baby?" she said with a smirk.
Noah gave a small nod, ignoring the jealous glares from the others for his own sanity.
"I want to give you this first."
He opened his hand. A glowing fragment of ice floated above his palm, radiating an aura so strong it had to be sealed by layers of barriers.
Elira and Selene's eyes widened. Even Shadeva looked shocked.
An origin fragment. A piece of raw creation. Divine beings would wage war for something like this—yet Noah was handing it to his mother like it was a gift.
Shadeva couldn't hide her reaction this time.
She had watched Noah shift from pure ambition to something deeper—family. And for someone like her, a woman built around love and loyalty, this hit home.
And you must know, the only way to gain the love of family person, is to be the same as them.
So—
[Shadeva's feelings for you have reached 60%.]
A crack has been found.
She sighed in quiet surrender.
Noah saw the notification and raised an eyebrow, amused—but for now, he focused on Selene.
"You'll fuse with this origin. I don't know what you'll become... but you will be stronger. And at the end of it, you'll be part of my race."
He paused.
"It's going to hurt. A lot."
Selene didn't flinch.
"I'm ready."
Noah smiled and hurled the fragment forward.
"Ultimate Fusion."
A white dome instantly appeared, covering Selene. Inside, groans echoed—low, pained, controlled. She was doing everything she could not to scream.
This wasn't some basic transformation. This was the power of a universal origin. Even a fragment could reshape a being entirely.
Minutes passed.
Then the dome shattered.
Noah raised a hand and snapped his fingers.
Immediately, twenty layers of nullifying barriers formed around Selene.
He looked around the throne chamber and sighed.
In a single moment, half the space had been frozen over—walls, pillars, the floor, all covered in ice. The other women would've been caught in it if Elira hadn't protected them.
"Control your aura, Mother," Noah said as he dispelled the barriers.
Selene stood tall. Her entire form had changed.
Her hair and eyes were now a gleaming silver. Her skin had turned pale, almost translucent. She was taller, her body more defined and radiant.
A tattoo marked her palm—a snowflake, intricate and glowing faintly.
Even with her aura suppressed, her presence sent chills through the room.
"You're stunning," Noah said, genuinely impressed.
"What did you become?"
Selene smiled.
"I'm no longer just human. I'm a Nivaryn—a perfect blend of human and Ice Being."
She stepped forward slightly, still adjusting to the new form.
"I'm the first of my kind, in Laeh. My ice affinity has reached Transformation+ rank. I gained a new physique: Frozen Maiden of Hell."
"A bloodline: Holder of Ice."
"And my talent... has evolved to Ex-Unique rank: Maiden of Icy Death."
Silence followed.
Clicking tongues. A few narrowed eyes.
The other women were trying not to show it, but they were shocked. And jealous.
Noah chuckled and raised a hand.
"There are many types of origins out there," he said. "So don't worry. I'll find them all."
"You'll all become holders of origin."
"And me?"
He smirked wider.
Selene looked at her son and smiled, shaking her head.
She understood him too well.
If Noah really pulled this off...
If he found origins, gave them to each of them, and then absorbed that power back multiplied by ten thousand...
Better not to finish the thought.
Some things were better left unsaid.
—End of Chapter 153—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC154: The Vaelgrim Family
Chapter 154: Chapter 154: The Vaelgrim Family
Chapter 154 – The Vaelgrim Family.
"Now that this is done, let's begin."
Noah's voice rang out clearly. All the women turned their focus to him, and he, too, concentrated fully. This was a first for him—transforming his vision into a true legacy.
So he had to be careful with it.
He thought again of his idea: to make each of his women the leader of a unique branch within the Elysiari race. A concept-based lineage, with every path ultimately leading back to him—The True Founder.
'I have gained from each of them their affinity but even more powerful.' Noah mused. 'And when I transform them using Elysiari's Blood, I'll embed those concepts directly into their essence.'
It was the foundation of the divine hierarchy he thought of.
"I'm ready," he said, raising his gaze to his mother.
As he looked at her—beautiful, composed—his mind drifted for a moment. Thoughts he knew weren't appropriate stirred. But he reined them in.
Not yet.
He stood and approached her. "Elysiari's Blood."
Activating his progenitor skill, he infused the blood with a deep, potent concept—ice. A luminous blue essence formed in his hand and flowed directly into Selene.
This time, the transformation was seamless. Effortless. As if Selene wasn't evolving, but returning to what she had always been destined to become.
Her appearance didn't change much—except for her eyes. They turned a deep, radiant blue, with a delicate snowflake-shaped rune spinning around each pupil. Hypnotic. Mesmerizing.
The change completed, and Selene became the First Frost Elysiari.
And with that title came a new status.
{Your existence level has reached the next threshold. You may now advance to SSS rank.}
{Choose your domain and elevate.}
Selene had crossed into territory few in the world could ever hope to reach.
A realm where people form their own domain.
She smiled, serene and beautiful.
"I take it that means something good happened?" Noah asked.
"Your mother," she said, "is about to become an SSS-rank being."
Surprise rippled through the room.
"Congratulations, Mother," Noah said, happy to see his mother becoming stronger.
"Congratulations, Selene," the others echoed.
She accepted the praise gracefully.
Next, it was Sophie's turn.
She stepped forward, lightning dancing faintly in her eyes.
"Ready, my Empress?" Noah asked.
She nodded, her voice soft. "Yes."
A drop of blood appeared again, this time infused with the concept of lightning. It wasn't Noah's strongest affinity, but he had tools to enhance it.
He simultaneously activated Elysiari's Visionary and believed that his Lightning Can Be Everything—infusing the blood with adaptability, just like Sophie's own evolving lightning had become.
The blood this time was red, humming with cracking power.
When Sophie absorbed it, the transformation began. Her hair turned silver, while her red eyes remained—but now with lightning-shaped runes orbiting her pupils. The tattoo on her forehead pulsed more vividly than ever.
She had become the First Lightning Elysiari.
{Your existence level has reached the next threshold. You may now advance to S-rank.}
{Choose your intent and elevate.}
Sophie smiled softly in happiness.
One by one, Noah continued.
Elizabeth: Silver hair. Blank, pupil-less eyes threaded with faint strands. As Noah's Oracle, she embraced Fate, becoming the First Fate Elysiari.
Elira: Silvery hair, eyes like drifting soul wisps. The First Soul Elysiari.
Neko: Silvery hair, black eyes with pupils split between flame and ice. The First Frostfire Elysiari.
Ester: Silvery hair, black eyes. Pupils shaped like tiny umbrellas. The First Shadow Elysiari.
Yuki: Silver hair. Eyes like sharpened blades, with sword-shaped runes dancing within. The First Sword Elysiari.
Zara: Silver hair. Eyes that shifted color with her emotions. The First Emotions Elysiari.
Anya: Silvery hair. Entirely black eyes. The First Destruction Elysiari.
Dominique: Silvery hair. Pink eyes with heart-shaped pupils. The First Lust Elysiari.
Each transformation took time.
Only Emily and Shadeva was not transformed.
Emily because Noah didn't think it was wise yet to transform her.
And Shadeva who,
'I am not ready yet.' Shadeva voice echoed inside Noah's head.
Noah nodded softly, understanding. After Elira and Elizabeth were special case.
When all was done, Noah stood in front of them. Selene was on his right, Elizabeth on his left. Each woman now radiated a distinct presence, each aura unique and overwhelming in its own way.
The only visible trait they now all shared—including Noah—was silver hair.
"You've each become the first of your kind," Noah said.
"You must've received your respective titles."
They all nodded.
"That means," he continued, "any Elysiari born with your concept in the future will fall under your lineage. You are the progenitors of your domains."
Anya's voice rang out, bright with excitement.
"That means I'll have my own Destruction squad?!" She laughed gleefully. "Let's go—I want to make them now."
Dominique rolled her eyes. "Can you not talk about destruction every five seconds?"
Anya turned, grinning. "Can you stop bringing everything back to sex?"
Dominique's lips twitched, but she held back a reply, choosing to become the big woman once again.
Anya kept laughing maniacally.
Noah shook his head with a small smile, tired of her antics but amused.
'She really tricked me with that innocent act in the beginning...'
Then Selene's voice cut through the room.
"What will the family name be?"
Everything went quiet.
All eyes turned to her.
Noah blinked, confused. "What do you mean? Isn't it Weaverheart?"
Selene shook her head.
"Weaverheart is my name. I created it and passed it down to you as my son, as part of my legacy."
"But your legacy, Noah, will be greater. And while yes, you could elevate the name Weaverheart... I want you to have a name that's yours."
Noah paused, absorbing her words.
He understood. And without much hesitation.
"Alright," he said, accepting his mother's words.
Now came the harder part—choosing the name.
He was tempted to use his true name... but that would be unwise. It was still too soon.
He wasn't ready to reveal it to the world.
Still, he could base the family name on it.
He was Nytherion Il'Varethos.
The Breath Before Time.
The Name That Names All.
But his family could not yet bear that name's full weight.
So he forged a new one.
"Then I choose Vaelgrim," he declared.
"And our crest will be a sky filled with countless stars—each a different color, each a different shape."
He looked around at them all.
"From this day forward, we are the Vaelgrim Family."
—End of Chapter 154—
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Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Selene (R18) [1]
Chapter 155 – Selene (R18) [1]
Vaelgrim.
A name Noah had just crafted by taking some part of his true name. It didn't mean anything. Not yet.
But one day...
One day that name would shake gods and echo across realms.
The women heard it.
And they understood. Not with logic. But with soul.
They engraved it into themselves, deeper than any brand.
The Akashic Records didn't stay silent.
{You have chosen to change your name.}
{A name represents who you are. To change it... is to become something new.}
{Do you wish to continue?}
The Records weren't just asking Noah.
They asked all of them.
Because this wasn't just about him. This was about them. His women. His legacy. His bloodline.
"Don't erase your past," Noah said, turning to Selene, eyes steady. "Your old name matters."
He took her hand.
"You are Selene Weaverheart Vaelgrim."
Then he turned to Zara. "Zara HeartWeaver Vaelgrim."
He continued, naming them one by one. A ritual of identity.
Selene smiled. A knowing, proud smile.
She got it. They all did.
Names were more than words.
They were roots. You don't cut a tree's roots to make it taller. You grow upward and let your roots deepen.
He wasn't replacing who they were.
He was crowning it.
"I accept," Selene said, lifting her chin. "From now on, I am Selene Weaverheart Vaelgrim."
That was all it took.
One spark—and the fire caught.
One by one, they voiced their new names.
No longer just human.
No longer bound to the wild hunger of succubi.
No longer dragons drunk on their own pride.
No longer celestials blind in their arrogance.
They had become something new. Something more.
They were the Elysiari.
And they were the Vaelgrim Family.
{DING! DING! DING!}
{MARVELOUS!}
{Your family name has been recorded.}
...
Later that night—
Noah sat cross-legged beneath the night sky. The stars above shimmered, real and impossibly distant. His realm had night. A sky. Even a breeze.
It was eerily similar to a world. Something born from him and reside in him.
And yet, his thoughts drifted back...
To that life.
The old one.
The one where he was just Brandon. Powerless. Average. Forgotten.
He remembered the gray apartment. The noise outside the window.
The emptiness that came after his mother died.
He'd had no one. And then... he met Emmie.
For a moment, she made him believe he was someone worth loving.
He gave everything.
Worked for five years. Never complained. Never bought anything for himself. He would eat once a day, sometimes less—just to save enough.
He wanted to give her the best ring he could afford.
He thought she'd smile. Cry and say yes.
But all she said was:
"You're not enough. I found better."
And she didn't even say it to his face.
Just a damn call. Cold. Sharp. Final.
Noah exhaled slowly, a soft, bitter laugh slipping out.
He wasn't angry anymore.
No rage. No regret.
Because now...
He was more than that broken man.
He was the architect of talent. The Creator who created realms and life itself.
He had a new family.
A race born of his blood.
And tonight, dozens of divine women were in their chambers—longing for him.
He stood up. Smirking.
"Time to dive in."
And with that, he vanished.
...
The bedroom was soaked in sapphire light.
The bed—massive, absurdly large—rested at the center like a throne of indulgence. The air smelled like heat, and need.
Selene sat at the edge. Her nightgown, translucent and sinfully revealing, clung to her curves like a second skin.
She didn't move when he appeared. She only lifted her head slowly, smiling like a goddess who'd been waiting eons for her chosen man.
"You're finally here... my dear," she whispered, voice smoky and low.
"I am," Noah said. His gaze never left her.
Not her smile.
Not her thighs.
Not her breasts pressed gently beneath the sheer fabric.
He stepped forward, his pants visibly stretched by the thick bulge underneath.
Selene's pupils dilated. Heat exploded through her veins. She moved with sharp urgency, closing the gap. She seized his collar and yanked him forward, smashing her lips against his.
The kiss was a storm.
Her tongue invaded his mouth. Her hands roamed, desperate, tracing muscle and heat.
Noah groaned, his grip tightening around her waist, then sliding down.
His fingers found her ass and sank in, folding the soft flesh with both hands like a baker folding warm dough into thick, sticky batter.
"Ahhh..." Selene moaned into his mouth, hips trembling.
The sensation was maddening. Her lust overflowed.
She dropped one hand between them and freed his cock in a single motion.
It sprang out like a beast just released from years of cruel imprisonment.
Fat. Veiny. Hard.
It pulsed like a god's weapon, begging to be used, to be buried...inside something wet.
Selene froze, staring. She couldn't look away.
"...Is this real?" she muttered, voice shaking.
"How is your cock this big?"
It throbbed in her palm—like a heart craving release. The veins spiraling like living serpents.
Noah chuckled darkly.
"Shouldn't I ask you?" he teased.
"You are my mother, after all."
Selene's breath hitched. Her eyes gleamed.
She gripped him tighter and began to stroke, slowly at first, then faster—her wrist twisting slightly, her palm pressing against the thick underside.
"Ahhh—fuck..." Noah groaned, hips flexing.
"Your hands are sinful, Mother..."
He reached up and cupped her breast. It was warm, impossibly soft, yielding perfectly under his palm.
Selene moaned and bit her lower lip, guiding his head downward.
"What about these, my baby?" she purred.
"Did you miss them?"
Noah said nothing. He didn't need to.
He lowered his head willingly, letting her press him into her chest.
"Come," she whispered.
"Suck Mommy's breast."
And he did.
His lips wrapped around her pink nipple, sucking deeply, his tongue flicking, teasing.
Selene threw her head back, gasping.
Her hand still pumped his cock, faster now, as her other hand tangled in his hair.
"Yesss... Just like that..."
The night had just begun.
—End of Chapter 155—
A/N:
I am sorry for those who are not fan of this but the next Chapters will be Noah going from women to women.
I wanted each of their fist time with him to be individual.
So, bear it with me.
Thank you for reading, hopefully it will be to your taste!
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Chapter 165: Chapter 165: After The Long Night
Chapter 165 – After The Long Night
The night finally ended.
It had been long—so damn long—but necessary. Noah had wanted to give each of his women their own first time, their moment alone with him.
Still, as he lay on his bed now, staring at the ceiling with a lazy grin, one thought crossed his mind.
"Well, not that I'm against doing it like that again, but..." He smirked. "Next time, a group session might be more fun."
His voice carried exhaustion. He was still powerful—far beyond any normal man—but he hadn't reached that level yet. That true peak. That state where he'd become truly limitless.
And he knew why.
"I need the Origin of Limitless... and I need to fuse with it to be one with limitless."
The thought wasn't new, but it hit harder now. He could feel the gap between his current strength and that absurd final state widening. And finding that Origin? Yeah.
"Easier said than done..."
He let out a tired sigh.
But before any of that—before chasing the impossible—he had something more urgent to deal with.
He had to protect his world.
Elijah. And those two other so-called champions.
They were coming.
And Noah wasn't going to let them do whatever they want to this world.
Honestly? It wouldn't be too difficult. His group was absurd now, and his own power? Far beyond anything normal. But still...
Knowledge was power. And right now, he didn't have enough of it.
Elijah was known. Obvious. But the other two? Unknowns, their power still mystery. And the Goddess? Laeh had warned him—she was obsessed with Elijah. Noah doubted she'd let her champion face him without help.
But that wasn't his concern.
Because when you possess absolute power, information becomes irrelevant. You don't need to know—because nothing can stop you anyway.
That's what Noah had always chased. Power so overwhelming that nothing else mattered.
But now?
Now, he wasn't alone.
He had people to protect. Women who loved him. A world that was becoming his responsibility.
That changed things.
"I guess it's time to contact her," he muttered, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"I hope she's okay... and that no one suspects her."
He closed his eyes. Tomorrow, he'd handle a few loose ends. Then he'd vanish—into isolation.
Five years.
Five years to train, evolve, and prepare.
Then...
"We'll finally settle this, Elijah."
His grin widened. He was excited. Genuinely. And hopefully, Elijah wouldn't disappoint.
He wanted a fight. A real one.
But just as he was about to drift off—
Tok Tok.
A knock. Then the door creaked open.
Of course. It was the women.
Noah opened his eyes slowly. "What's going on?"
Selene stepped in with a smirk. "Well, we found ourselves a little... lonely."
Elizabeth nodded beside her, arms crossed smugly. "So I suggested: Why not sleep with Noah?"
Zara—flushed red, her mind clearly wandering back to their time together—added shyly, "I want to sleep beside you too..."
One after another, the women entered, each voicing their desire to lie next to him. Not even for sex this time. Just closeness.
Noah blinked, then smiled.
A warm, deep smile.
"You can all come," he said softly.
The girls blinked, stunned.
"...He's not fair."
"He's seriously more beautiful than me. Can you believe that?"
"I do believe it. I'm looking at him right now after all."
They all muttered, jealousy in their tones but affection in their eyes.
Noah sighed internally. Being too beautiful is such a burden...
Indeed, that's something I can vouch for.
...yes, that's a lie.
...
Morning came.
Noah and his women were seated around the long dining table, eating peacefully. No thrones. No set positions. Just a family.
Today, it was Yuki and Ester who sat beside Noah, having gotten up early enough to claim the prime spots. Their smug faces earned a few playful glares from the others.
Elizabeth was the first to bring up business.
"What do you want to do with Christelle?"
Noah raised an eyebrow.
Elijah's mother.
From what he'd heard, she was a hot mess of beauty, and—oh, well—uncontrolled lust.
He chuckled to himself. 'Did you really kill my predecessor just for pointing out the obvious?'
He really couldn't believe it.
He shook his head. "I'll meet her and see. But... do any of you have a suggestion?"
Elizabeth answered without blinking. "You could just kill her."
No hesitation. Just cold efficiency.
Yuki added, "Or take her as a hostage. She's valuable. Elijah might lose composure."
Then Dominique leaned forward, her grin wicked. "Or... make her your slave."
The room fell silent.
Eyes turned to her. The expressions said it all: Of course it's Dominique.
She shrugged. "Don't look at me like that. I didn't mean it purely in a lewd way. But think about it... humiliating Elijah by making his own mother submit to you—willingly—is...poetic."
"Imagine it," she continued. "Not by force. But by seduction. By desire. Make her beg for it."
Even Selene, normally the most moral of the group, didn't speak against it.
Instead, a smirk tugged at her lips.
"...For once, you made a good point," Neko said, raising an eyebrow.
"I always make good points," Dominique shot back.
Neko rolled her eyes. 'Horny bitch,' she muttered internally.
But truth be told... she was intrigued.
Maybe a little too intrigued.
Noah, watching them, nodded. "Then it's settled. We'll make her a slave."
The room buzzed with twisted approval.
Then Noah turned to Elira and Zara.
"I'll count on you two for Alice. Elira, purify her bloodline. Zara, you know what to do."
Both nodded.
Then to Elizabeth and Sophie: "Take the human throne. Make Sophie Empress. Officially."
He looked at Dominique. "Go see your mother. Prepare yourself. You can enter my realm anytime. And tell her—she's next."
His eyes moved to the shadows. "Shadeva, you're watching over Premier, right?"
"Yes." Shadeva responded softly.
A chuckle followed.
"Keep at it. The kid's in his rebellious phase."
Then—
CLAP!
"Alright! Everyone has something to do. If I didn't mention you—just keep training or working on your thing."
"And me? I'm heading out."
"It's time to welcome our beautiful black skinned elf."
He smiled.
"Let's get this done, shall we?"
—End of Chapter 165—
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Chapter 166: Chapter 166: The Crimson Empress [1]
Chapter 166 – The Crimson Empress
After breakfast, they each went their separate ways.
Noah watched them go—some excited, some determined, all with a purpose. Each woman had something to accomplish. Not just for him, but for the family they were building together. And that was enough to light a fire in anyone.
As for Noah, he had his own plans.
Starting with Aphasia.
He'd made a strong first impression. But that wasn't enough. Not for what he wanted. He needed loyalty, trust—the kind that wouldn't break even if she saw his deepest secrets. Especially his realm.
Because if the wrong people found out, things could get ugly.
He stood just outside her training hall, exhaling softly.
"This time, I'll be a proper gentleman. No sudden entrances."
He smiled.
Then, with perfect hypocrisy—
Knock. Knock.
And before she could answer, he walked in anyway.
"Hey, Aphasia. Miss me?"
...
Inside, Aphasia was mid-session with her shadow spirits, trying to improve their combat synch. It was going well—until she heard the voice.
"Hey, Aphasia. Miss me?"
She turned fast, already annoyed. That damn voice again.
"You—don't you know how to knock prope—"
But she stopped.
Eyes wide. Mouth open. Words dead on her tongue.
"...Am I dreaming?" she muttered, stunned.
Noah's smile deepened. "Lucky you. It's not a dream."
She stared at him like he was some divine vision—and who could blame her? Silver hair that shimmered like starlight. Runic eyes that pulsed with quiet power. A face sculpted like it didn't belong to this world. A body that made you question the fairness of the universe.
"How can you be this beautiful?" she blurted, zero shame.
Noah chuckled. "I ask myself that sometimes. But let's not get distracted. I'm here for your answer."
That pulled her back.
She looked down at the bracelet he gave her. His gift. His message.
'I want you.' That was what Noah said to her.
She'd thought about it—again and again. She knew his intentions weren't just romance, but strategy. He was building something. A future. A dominion.
But even knowing that...
Even knowing she was another piece on the board...
She couldn't stop the warmth that spread in her chest when she looked at him.
Hell, she didn't want to stop it.
Because wasn't this what every girl dreamed of? A man so beautiful, so powerful, that just choosing you felt like a blessing?
And more than that—he came back. She had made him wait and he did without complaining. He let her choose without pressing her.
And for that—
[Aphasia's feelings have reached 75%.]
She smiled, soft and sweet.
'He's a manipulator, a player... but damn, he's good at it.'
And maybe... maybe she didn't care anymore about this aspect of him.
"I accept," she said, locking eyes with him.
Noah stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her gently.
She flinched. It was... new. No man had ever hugged her. Not even her father.
But there was something about the way Noah held her. It was firm, protective, warm.
Safe.
And without realizing, her head leaned against his chest, sinking deeper into the embrace.
"Welcome to the family, Aphasia," Noah whispered.
She smiled. And for the first time in years, her heart felt... light.
...
Elsewhere, Elizabeth, Sophie, and Emily stood across from Solaris.
Solaris' eyes narrowed. Jealousy didn't even try to hide itself.
Elizabeth, of course, smirked. "Do you need us to flex a little more?"
Solaris clicked her tongue. "Why wasn't I part of this 'transformation' everyone's raving about?"
She looked at Emily. "Well... except you."
Emily's jaw tightened.
Elizabeth shrugged. "For now, it's just Noah's women. So it's not that surprising."
"And what do you mean 'for now'?" Solaris asked, eyebrows raised.
"Well, I could transform you into a Fate Elysiari... but unless you suddenly picked up a Fate affinity—"
"I didn't. I've got Light and Fire affinities."
"Then yeah, no luck."
She turned her gaze to Emily. Her smile? Pure mockery.
"But you, Emily? You could become a Lightning Elysiari. You just have to kneel under your daughter first. Tempting, right?"
Emily stayed silent.
She hated how right Elizabeth was. Her daughter would agree, no hesitation. But that wasn't the point.
She didn't want to serve under Sophie.
She wanted her own path. Her own transformation. Her own claim on Noah.
And that meant earning Sophie's blessing—and the other wives' respect.
So she didn't lie.
"I want to be Noah's woman," she said, her voice clear.
She waited for the backlash.
Sophie shouting. Elizabeth mocking. Solaris laughing.
But none of them reacted like that.
"It was obvious," Elizabeth said dryly.
"Painfully obvious. You fucking degenerate," Solaris added with a sigh.
Sophie, though? She said nothing. Just turned to Elizabeth and changed the subject.
"Let's get this over with. It's time the world knows I'm Empress."
But still in her mind, 'we will talk later.' she said to Emily
...
Announcing Sophie's ascension was easier than anyone expected.
The Church had influence over the whole human domain. All they needed was a convenient story—Rome and his sons mysteriously absent, the empire in need of guidance—and suddenly Sophie's coronation felt natural.
Some questioned it. Of course they did.
But none of them said a word aloud.
Because sticking your nose into royal affairs? That shit gets you killed.
Projectors sparked to life across the Human Domain.
Every street. Every slum. Every marketplace. Even the criminal dens had one flickering image in common:
Sophie.
Dressed in crimson. Flanked by Elizabeth and Solaris. Emily behind them, crying like a proud mother.
What a good actor.
People stopped. Watched.
Solaris stepped forward, voice loud and regal.
"People of the Human Domain, we bring you a new age."
"The first woman crowned Empress."
"A round of applause—for Sophie Castria, The Crimson Empress."
Silence.
Then—
The whole human domain exploded.
As for Sophie,
She didn't even smile.
She just stood there looking at those shocked expressions with regal intensity and coldness.
In her mind, this whole thing was unnecessary, because now,
Sophie didn't need approval to rule.
—End of chapitre 166—
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Chapter 167: Chapter 167: The Crimson Empress [2]
Chapter 167 – The Crimson Empress [2]
Sophie Castria, The First Empress. The Crimson Empress.
History was carved that day.
Because for the first time since the creation of the human domain... a woman had seized power.
And no, this wasn't just a ceremonial title or a puppet position held under the shadow of some man. No. This was true power. Raw, earned, deserved.
It might not seem like much to an outsider's point of view.
But inside the human domain, inside the mind of all the people who lived there...
It was fucking massive.
Because this place had been soaked—no, drowned—in centuries of patriarchal rot because of Rome and his predecessors. Where women weren't rulers but tools. Tools to gain influence. Marriage tokens. Breeding vessels. Silent ornaments and even flashy whores.
That was the brutal truth.
Women were never meant to own power.
They were taught to marry into it. To fuck their way into it. To be used for it.
Even women themselves began believing it. Because when a lie is whispered into your ear long enough, it stops sounding like a lie. It becomes your truth, but also your chain.
But Sophie Castria Vaelgrim didn't bend to that.
She didn't accept those beliefs shape her life.
That's why, when she took the throne, the highest throne in the human domain, it was like a tidal wave hit the foundation of that lie and cracked it open.
All over the domain—noble or poor, young or old—women looked at her and saw something different.
A mirror.
A door.
A Hope.
And when Sophie stood before her new people, standing tall with Elizabeth and Solaris at her side, the world held its breath—expecting a grand speech.
But she gave them just three words.
"It's not that hard."
Simple. Undeniable.
But it echoed.
It dug deep.
Because it wasn't about eloquence. It was about defiance.
It wasn't that hard to break the rules.
It wasn't that hard to walk away from a fate someone else, or even the society, forced on you.
It wasn't that hard to dream. Even if they mocked you. Even if they spat at you. Even if your own family called you delusional.
You just had to want it enough.
Yes, it was terrifying.
Yes, it was not easy.
Yes, it hurt.
But everything starts in the mind. Control the mind... and the fear loses its grip. And everything that seemed so impossible, so unthinkable...became something achievable, something you can chase after.
And in that moment—Sophie, standing bathed in light, crowned in silver—became more than a ruler.
Because she embodied that belief...the belief that everything was possible with a strong enough mind.
So,
She became a symbol.
An idol not just for women. But for anyone who had ever been told they were "less."
...
Meanwhile, at the academy—
Zara and Alice sat side by side, watching the flickering projection of Sophie's coronation.
Alice's hands were trembling with joy. Her voice, clearer than ever, broke through the silence like a song reborn.
"It's truly incredible," she said.
And how could it not be?
She could speak now. Fully, freely. No distortion. No chaos in the air from her words. Her dragon bloodline had been cleansed, purified. Her talent now gleamed at Ex-Unique.
All of it thanks to Elira.
Zara chuckled. "What's incredible? Sophie's feat... or the fact you can now speak without making the walls crack?"
Alice laughed, radiant. "Hahah, both! But honestly? Me. Definitely me."
After all, no one knows how painful it was to want to talk but not be able to.
Then she grew quiet.
Her eyes turned sharp, serious, almost solemn. Her green gaze bore into Zara's blue eyes.
"What are you now?" Alice asked.
Zara blinked.
She wasn't surprised by the question. Alice was a dragon—instinctually attuned to bloodlines. And right now, Zara's very presence was making Alice's own dragon blood shiver.
Which should've been impossible.
Only dragons could do that to each other.
And yet...
Alice stared. "Not just you. Elizabeth. Sophie. All of you. What are you now?"
Zara's smirk softened into something gentler.
"Want the short version or the long?"
"Short," Alice said immediately. "Just tell me what's going on with all of you."
Zara nodded. "Alright. I'm one of Noah's women now—officially his concubine. Elizabeth and Sophie? They're his wives. And the change in appearance? Well... we're not human anymore. We've become a new race. A race that's never existed before, not in this realm or any other."
She paused.
"We're Elysiari."
She pointed to her shimmering hair. "I'm the first Emotion Elysiari. Elizabeth is the Fate one. Sophie, the lightning one."
Zara grinned.
"Oh—and I'm not Zara Bane anymore."
Alice held her breath.
"I'm Zara HeartWeaver Vaelgrim."
Silence.
Pure silence.
Then, finally, Alice muttered, "Yeah... okay. I think I want the long version after all."
...
Elsewhere—in the quiet of the church—
Christelle stood alone.
Watching the projection. Watching Sophie.
Watching the rise of the first Empress.
And those words...
"It's not that hard."
They pierced her chest like a blade of shame.
Because she had chosen the easy road. Again and again. She let society fuck her over and smiled through it. She sold her body. Became a tool. Lived in false comfort and chains.
And the worst?
She got addicted to it.
Not the money. Not the luxury.
But the act itself.
The feeling of being used. Pound after pound. Night after night. That emptiness became her home.
And now?
Now she saw what a real woman looked like.
Now she saw the one who clawed her way up even when mocked, beaten, and broken.
And she felt like filth.
"I'm a coward," she whispered, voice hollow. "And...a fucking whore."
Her knees trembled.
"I'm not worthy..."
And then—
A voice. Smooth. Cold. Amused.
"That part is true."
She gasped, whirling around in horror.
And saw him.
She almost kneeled the moment she did.
Noah Vaelgrim.
Beautiful and ethereal beyond reason. He didn't even look human to her...he looked divine.
"Hello," Noah said as he stepping closer. "I believe this is our first time meeting."
His white eyes gleamed with cold amusement.
"I'm Noah," he said. "A dear friend of your son."
He grinned wider, almost mockingly.
"Nice to meet you... Christelle."
—End of Chapter 167—
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Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Devote yourself to me
Chapter 168 – Devote yourself to me
Christelle was stunned. Truly stunned.
She never thought a man could be this handsome. And even if she had imagined it, she would've sworn that kind of beauty was reserved for divine beings—untouchable, distant, not something walking into her church like it belonged there.
But that begged the question—
Who the hell is this man?
She didn't even need to ask. Noah had a habit. Every time he met someone new, he introduced himself.
What a gentleman he was.
Always polite. Always composed.
So—
"I'm Noah Vaelgrim," he said softly, "a dear friend of your son."
He smiled.
And to Christelle, that smile was like looking straight into the sun.
Too bright. Too holy. Too blinding.
Too...perfect.
"Nice to meet you, Christelle."
His voice pulled her out of the fog. She blinked and stared at him properly this time.
And that's when her brain clicked.
That face... it was familiar.
He'd just said he was her son's friend. But now the memory came back. All the things Elijah had said. All the names he'd cursed.
Her eyes widened. "You... You're Noah Weaverheart. My son's rival and his enemy."
"You're not his friend," she said. Her voice started unsure, but by the time the sentence ended, it was firm. Cold.
Noah tilted his head. "Rival is a such a big word. And 'enemy'? What a joke." He scoffed.
"But let's not waste time talking about him."
He floated up and sat down casually in midair, like gravity had no hold on him.
Christelle blinked in confusion.
"Oh," Noah waved lazily, "just a space chair. You can't see it. Don't worry about it."
Christelle took a small step back, her instincts kicking in.
If he really was her son's enemy, he couldn't be here for anything good.
Noah noticed the shift. But he didn't comment. He didn't need to.
He went straight to the point.
"You've seen the new ruler of the Human Domain," he said with a proud smile. "Sophie Castria. My wife."
Christelle's heart started to sank.
"And the Church?" he continued. "Run by Solaris and Elizabeth. One is my woman, the other my subordinate."
That's when Christelle started trembling.
She wasn't brave, but she was smart. She'd lived in the filth long enough to read between the lines. And what she was seeing now?
Was devastating.
Noah's tone didn't change. Calm. Controlled. Unbothered.
"You should know by now that the Human Domain belongs to me. Bloodhearts, Shadowbounds—they're mine too. The Stonehearts? They won't help you. Not after what Elijah did to their young mistress."
"And if they dare? Well....they will regret that act very very dearly."
He smiled. Innocent. Almost playful.
"Do I really need to explain what that means for you?"
Christelle swallowed hard. "W-What... what do you want from me?"
Her voice cracked. Shaky. Small.
Because if what he said was true, then not only was she fucked...
Her son was doomed too.
Noah didn't flinch.
"What I want is simple."
He stepped forward, closing the space between them until his face was just an inch from hers. Then he leaned in.
And whispered—
"I want you, Christelle."
His voice was low, deep and absolutely sinful.
Despite the fear crawling under her skin, despite everything screaming run—her knees nearly gave out.
Because something in that voice hit her. Lit her up from the inside.
She slowly raised her head to meet his gaze.
Oh! And what a terrible mistake!
There's something unfair about beauty.
No matter what anyone says, beautiful people get a pass. They're easier to like. Easier to trust. Because we're wired that way—humans love beautiful things.
And Christelle?
Christelle loved them too much.
But it wasn't just that. She was hungry. Starved. Horny.
She hadn't had a man this close in years. Hadn't felt anything in years.
And now this? A man like him standing here, offering her something? Her body responded before her mind could protest.
Still... she tried. She was after all a mother.
"I... I can't," she said, her voice trembling. "You're my son's enemy. I can't..."
She clenched her fists. It clearly took everything she had to say that and not fold.
But Noah wasn't one to give up.
"Understandable," he whispered. "And I won't lie to you. I'm not here to spare him."
Then his lips got close to her ear, and his breath sent a shiver through her entire spine.
"But just imagine it. Imagine how you'd feel with me. How you'd moan while I pound that dripping pussy of yours. Imagine my cock stretching your throat, choking you, making you cry and beg and shake."
His voice was dirty. Wrong. Perfect.
It worked like a curse.
Christelle's eyes glazed over. Her lips parted, then closed again. Her breath hitched. Her whole body trembled.
A wet trail slid down her thighs.
She was soaked.
Noah stepped closer and lifted her chin with two fingers. Her brown eyes met his glowing white runes.
She didn't even blink. She didn't even breathe.
She was drowning in him, in his eyes.
'How is someone allowed to be this beautiful?'
Then came the killing blow.
"That's what we'll do, Christelle," he said, smiling like a sin dressed in white and silver "With me, you won't feel lonely. You won't feel empty. You'll never ache like this again."
He paused—just enough for her heart to catch.
"With me, every craving you have... even the dirtiest ones you're ashamed of... I'll fulfill them."
A pause. Another breath.
"But... only if you're willing to do something for me."
Christelle spoke without thinking. "W-What do I have to do?"
She was already gone. Already kneeling in her head. The scenes were playing fast and hard in her mind, and her body couldn't lie about it anymore.
Noah smirked.
"It's simple," he said.
"I just need you to be..."
He leaned in, almost too softly, and whispered like a lover:
"...my slave. And devote your whole being to me."
He tilted his head like it was nothing.
"Can you do that, Christelle?"
BADUM—!
Her heart skipped.
Literally.
—End of Chapter 168—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC169: Submission and small meeting
Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Submission and small meeting
Chapter 169 – Submission and small meeting
Noah was being devious. No—he was being himself.
What he just did was wrong, in a sense. But in this twisted, fucked-up world of power and desire... it felt weirdly right.
Christelle was Elijah's mother. That alone should've made her untouchable. Off-limits. But Noah didn't play by any rules. Not the noble kind. Not the moral kind. He wasn't some fair knight out for justice—he was the kind of man who took what he wanted, bent the world to his will, and made others kneel.
And with Christelle, there were only ever two paths: either she submitted willingly... or she died.
No middle ground.
So when his women gave their approval to make Christelle his slave, it surprised him—genuinely. But it also pleased him. It meant they were changing. Maturing. Letting go of the delusions of normalcy and finally embracing the kind of life they were building together.
And now?
Now Noah wouldn't hold back.
"I want you to be my slave, Christelle," he said, hand under her chin, voice soft but unshakable. "I want you to devote every part of yourself to me."
And just like that—her heart skipped.
A slave? His slave?
The word hit her harder than it should've. Her body trembled. The idea of giving up her whole self, kneeling before him, becoming his property... it made her feel something terrifyingly warm in her core.
No more lonely hours reading dusty books she didn't care about. No more wondering why her son hadn't called. No more pretending she wasn't craving—aching—for a man.
And not just any man. This man.
Noah.
Christelle didn't resist anymore.
Why would she? Sophie was now Empress. Elizabeth and Solaris ran the Church. And her son? Gone. Silent. Absent.
Probably ashamed of the whore he had for a mother.
There was no resistance left to muster.
She wasn't the female lead of some inspirational drama. She wasn't destined for greatness. No. She was a broken, beautiful, used-up woman who once sold her body because it was the fastest way to survive.
So, she did what she did best—she submitted.
She slowly kneeled, her thoughts flashing to the fact she was bowing before her son's enemy... but that thought? She crushed it.
'I have no choice,' she whispered in her mind. And then, deeper—
'I'm sorry, my son... but I crave this.'
I crave the release. The obedience. The loss of control.
The feeling of belonging to someone powerful enough to claim me completely.
"I submit... Master."
Her pussy pulsed. Wet didn't even begin to describe it. She was drenched. Starved. Ready to be ruined.
But Noah didn't touch her. Not now.
He simply placed his hand on her head and said, "Good decision."
He smirked. "I'll send you somewhere one of my women will take care of you... hopefully in a good way."
And just like that—Christelle vanished. Straight to his realm.
"Ahh..." Noah sighed, finally sitting down. His cock twitched, but he ignored it.
Everything was in place now.
Sophie? Empress.
Zara? Handling Alice.
Aphasia? In the bag.
Christelle? Taken care of.
Which meant only one thing left on his list—training. Mastering his power. Sharpening himself until everything he had felt natural. Easy. Godlike.
But before that—
"Let's meet Laeh. That child looking world will has a lot to explain."
Noah activated the divine authority granted to him by Laeh. One thought—and he vanished.
He appeared inside Laeh's realm.
And instantly—
"OHHHHHHHHH MY LUCKY STAR IS HEREEEEEEE!!"
A voice boomed like thunder.
Laeh launched himself at Noah, hugging him tight like a crazed fan meeting a god.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Noah blinked, genuinely puzzled.
Laeh was shaking. Excited. Glowing.
"What do you mean what's wrong?! Don't you realize what you've done?!"
"You've helped me reach a state, the conditions to evolve to a higher level, I should've only reached after thousands of years of growth! Thousands!"
"You understand, Noah?! You just saved me centuries of suffering! You're... you're sublime!!"
Noah raised a brow. "So... me creating the Elysiari race in your world helped you more than I thought?"
"Oh, that's just the start," Laeh beamed. "You turning your women into the first of their kind—Emotion, Fate, Soul, Lightning—that accelerated everything. My entire world is becoming more refined, more worthy, thanks to you."
"But what did you mean by 'conditions fulfilled to evolve'?" Noah asked with puzzled expression.
Laeh's face sobered. He floated cross-legged in the air and nodded.
"It's time you learned about the greater structure of this universe. In this universe we have many worlds. And the worlds are divided by levels and types."
"There are different types of worlds. Ours is one where talents awaken at 12, and you train from there. Others? They grow power by cultivating 'Qi'—whatever the hell that is. Or by fusing genes. Or evolving bloodlines. Every world has its method."
"That's what type means."
Noah's heart pounded harder. He could feel something bubbling. Curiosity, maybe. Hunger.
"And levels?" he asked.
"Ah. That's where it gets real," Laeh said. "We have Lower Worlds. Middle Worlds. High Worlds. Then we reach the true hierarchy—Prime Worlds and Divine Realms."
"Divine Realms are owned by the major factions. They're off-limits. Go there without permission, and you're dead. Instantly. Even Prime Worlds are dangerous to someone like you, you will die."
"And you... want to evolve your world to a High World?" Noah asked.
"I'm almost there," Laeh grinned. "I need one more thing."
"And that is?"
Laeh's grin turned predatory.
"I need the core of a High World. The essence. Whether I capture or kill the very will of that world—it doesn't matter. I just need that power."
Noah went quiet.
Then he laughed.
"You're fucking crazy. Asking that of me?"
"Of course I am, you are the only who can do it," Laeh chuckled. "But hey—one thing at a time, right?"
"Exactly." Noah stood. "Let's secure this world first."
"One last thing," Noah added. "Why the hell didn't you tell me there were vampires in this world?"
Laeh blinked. "Because my world didn't birth them. Any vampire here came from another world."
"And if I can't track them... it means they have something—tools, skills, or bloodline protections—that keep them hidden."
Noah sighed.
'So outside interference is possible in the next five years... fuck.'
"Thanks for the info," he said. "I'm heading back."
And then—he was gone.
...
Back to his realm.
Inside his castle.
Time here was three times faster than the outside world. Perfect for what he needed.
Training.
He entered the chamber and, for the first time since that brutal session with his mother, sat cross-legged on the ground.
He closed his eyes.
"Ahhh..."
Steam-like energy escaped from his mouth as he exhaled.
Then he grinned.
"Let's copy all the talents of the girls I didn't have yet..."
"And System..."
"Bond me with the bloodline and affinities of our dear elf."
Time to fucking grind.
DING!
—End of Chapter 169—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC170 170: The Calm Before Tomorrow
Five years later—
The world itself hadn't really changed.
Oh, people still went about their routines. Shops opened. Kids played. Merchants yelled their daily deals. But the air… the air felt different.
It was subtle, but everyone could feel it. Like the world was holding its breath.
Something was coming.
Something massive. Something catastrophic. And it was as if the world itself—its sky, land, sea—was quietly bracing for the impact.
Still, despite the tension in the air, much had changed behind the scenes during those five years.
Sophie had fully taken control of the human domain. No one questioned her anymore. The name "Crimson Empress" echoed across the lands, a title spoken with reverence—or fear.
And for good reason.
One rebellious noble family, loyal to Rome, had tried to stir shit up by saying that a woman shouldn't lead. That day, the sky under that family turned blood-red. And then came the rain.
Not of water—but of spears. Crimson, divine, and unforgiving.
No survivors. No mercy. No negotiations. Just death.
Sophie made it clear—act out, and you die before you even realize you fucked up. That's who she had become to the world. The Crimson Empress. Unshakable. Absolute.
But she didn't stop there.
Sophie made her relationship with Noah official. She wasn't just the ruler—she was his wife. The first of his women.
Yes, Castria was gone.
Now, it was the Castria Vaelgrim bloodline. And the human domain was now called Vaelgrim's Domain.
Simple, efficient and easy to remember.
The Church of Light changed too. Elizabeth and Solaris both made a global declaration:
The goddess was no longer their divine. They now served a god.
The Absolute Deity.
Elizabeth became the Oracle of the Absolute. And made it very clear she was also Noah's woman.
Solaris declared herself the Saintess of the Absolute, managing all churches and its branches in his name.
And the churches themselves was now called The Church of the Absolute.
Of course, the people didn't adapt easily. Faith isn't something you change overnight. And neither is the idea that two powerful, divine women shared the same man.
But with enough miracles—and just enough manipulation—anything becomes possible.
Using Divine's Day cleverly, and staging "salvations" from Belzebuth's orchestrated attacks to the human domain, they turned public fear into fanaticism.
People despaired. Then the Church "saved" them—praising the Absolute Deity.
Noah's name spread like wildfire.
He wasn't just the child with SSS-ranked affinity and talent anymore. He was the man who had both the Crimson Empress and the White Oracle wrapped around his fingers—and in his bed.
It was absurd. Maddening.
But undeniable.
Especially when people noticed their silver hair. The same shade. The same mark of something divine.
As for the four great families…
That power balance had shifted hard.
The Stonehearts were suppressed heavily. Sophie made sure of it.
Petty? Maybe.
But did she care?
Absolutely not.
They were stripped of their duke status and pushed into irrelevance.
Shadowbounds and Bloodhearts were elevated in power and reconnaissance.
But even with their newfound power, none of them dared to act up.
Eric and Rouge made sure their families knew the truth:
If you touch Sophie, you're picking a fight with Noah.
And that was suicide.
Not that Noah even needed to lift a finger. His women—now sisters, as they called themselves—would've torn them apart long before he got involved.
Yes, five years in the real world meant way more inside the realm. And time changes everything.
Their bonds had deepened. No more rivalry. No more competition.
They were a family now.
A harem, yes—but more than that.
Sisters who trusted, who protected, who fought for one another.
Even the newer ones—Alice, Aphasia—they'd been fully accepted. It was impossible not to, after years of living, training, and fucking together.
And yes, they'd all fucked together. Over and over again. So yeah—there was no tension left. Just love. Obsession and unity.
All thanks to Selene and Elira, the two who took the motherly roles, and helped the women had the possibility to bond with each other.
It was wonderful to see Selene doing her best for the harem despite not being the best thing she would have wished for.
But that what love is.
As for Noah, even when he was deep in training, he still popped in from time to time to spend… quality time. The kind that left them passed out and smiling with their legs wide open.
As for Emily? Well…there was progress.
After a long, hard talk with Sophie, she finally got her blessing. And slowly, the others began to accept her too.
Not fully. Not yet.
But it was coming.
And that, weirdly enough, brought Dominique closer to Sophie.
After all, they were the only two who'd soon be able to say their mothers had been fucked senseless by the same man.
And truly,
What a beautiful way to bond.
So yeah, Vaelgrim's Domain had changed. Noah's harem had changed. Everything was growing, evolving.
But not just them.
The rest of the world moved too.
The Demon Continent?
Completely unrecognizable.
Belzebuth, Lilith, and Mammon had made it a well-oiled war machine. Structured, trained, and ready to crush any resistance. It was terrifying to see three demon lords actually cooperate.
Terrifying and impressive.
The Elves and Beasts?
In the fifth year, they finally opened their borders again. But what people found wasn't peace. And that made them fear what was going to happen even more.
What they found there was preparation.
Military bases. Constant training. Martial readiness in every village. The atmosphere there was heavy.
Everyone there was preparing for war.
But the question they all asked was…what war? Against who?
But none of them knew the answers of these questions.
But still, the whole world knew—no more denial, no more theories.
Something was going to happen to their land.
Something big.
Something that would change the world forever.
And that "something"?
…It happens soon…very very soon.
—End of Chapter 170—
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