HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC171 171: Nephis Elfborn and Katy Valdor
The world wasn't the same after five years. True.
A lot had changed—and people weren't the same anymore either.
And neither were the Champions.
They had truly changed.
If before, they were either young and wild, or old and reluctant to join this ridiculous war, or arrogant kids thinking every woman should fall for them—
Now they had evolved.
Sure, parts of those traits still clung to them—because that's who they were after all.
But now, they'd become something more.
Something worthy of their title.
Champions.
Messengers. Avatars of divine beings.
And for some?
The lover of those divine beings.
…
On Elf Continent —
In a realm untouched by ordinary beings, a place where stars hung low in the sky and shimmered through the air—
Everything—sky, ground, wind—glowed with soft silver starlight.
It was beautiful. Mesmerizing. Like standing inside a living constellation.
But the most beautiful thing in this realm wasn't the stars.
It was the woman at its center.
Seated cross-legged, wrapped in silver halos, her body glowing like she was born of stardust—
She was stellar. Literally.
That was the only word for her.
Too beautiful to describe. Unreachable like the stars in a perfect night, like a dream trapped in the stars.
Nephis Elfborn.
Champion of the Elves. And little sister of Aphasia.
"Ahhh…"
She exhaled slowly, letting soft wisps of starlight escape her lips.
Then opened her eyes—two silver stars.
Eyes that could silence any man, bend any will.
"Are you done with your training?"
A man's voice echoed in her head.
Nephis smiled, calm. "Yes. I'm done."
"Are you ready for what's coming?" The voice was graver now.
But she didn't blink.
"I'm Nephis Elfborn, Father. Daughter of Stars," she said with a grin.
"No one can match me. Not that Celestial's Champion. And definitely not that old woman."
Her father sighed.
"Even after five years, you're still this arrogant."
"But listen carefully—Champions aren't ordinary. If our divine elder gave you the potion to complete your Starlight Physique, their gods likely did the same for them. If you underestimate them… you'll fall."
He paused. Voice cold and heavy now.
"And I don't need to remind you what happens to us if you fail."
That wiped the grin from Nephis's face.
She understood. This wasn't just about power or pride.
It was about family.
"…What about Aphasia?" she asked.
She hadn't heard a single word about her sister since she left for the Academy.
She missed her dearly.
"She's gone rogue."
Simple. Sharp. Cold.
"W-What?" Nephis asked, confused by this answer.
"Don't bother with her. She disobeyed orders by bounding herself to a human. And the worst? She lost her purity. She's disgraced our divine elder. And now their orders are clear."
He didn't flinch.
"Either we kill her. Or imprison her for eternity. No one outside our family will ever carry our bloodline. And the man who touched her? He dies too. No discussion."
Nephis froze.
Her sister… with a human? She went that far?
She blinked—then laughed.
Grinned wide like a girl with a juicy secret.
'You pervy big sis… who the hell pulled that off? Who made you fall that hard?'
He must've been something special. To seduce Aphasia of all people.
Her sister was very prideful after all.
Nephis giggled like a lunatic.
"Hahaha! Things are getting fun, don't you think, Father?"
Antares didn't reply.
He was tired of her already.
But Nephis didn't care.
She wasn't worried for her sister.
'Once I win this war, I'll ask for her forgiveness. Let her be with him again. I'll make it happen.'
As the best sister ever.
But deep inside…
She was itching to meet that man.
To meet our dear Noah.
…
Beast Continent –
In the depth of a dungeon not far away from the capital of the Beast Continent,
Katy sat on a throne—but not a normal one.
It was alive.
Made from snakes—countless ones, coiled and woven together. Small ones, large ones. Red, green, golden. Some even shaped like humans.
The whole chamber slithered with them.
A beautiful, eerie, disturbing sight.
And in the middle of it all sat Katy.
Black hair with golden eyes. Her body curvy and slender.
You'd never guess she was a mother of two.
She looked Noah's age now—young, divine, deadly.
All because of the deep green divine blood she drank.
But it didn't just make her young.
It made her powerful.
Now, Katy wasn't just a forgotten empress from the Beast Continent.
She was something terrifying, something never seen in this world.
She was the Mother of Serpents.
And every snake-type beast across the land bowed to her.
No exceptions. No resistance.
Truly,
She was unfairly strong.
"You are worthy now."
A voice suddenly echoed in her head.
Katy didn't even blink.
"Oh really? Took you long enough, dear divine soul," she said, voice laced with sarcasm.
Years and power had changed her.
She wasn't the quiet, passive empress anymore.
Now, she had her own presence. Her own power.
But the divine voice ignored her tone.
"You know the price of failure. If you disappoint the divine beasts… you and your family will suffer."
Katy tilted her head. Calm. But venom bled through her voice.
"And who will make them suffer?"
The voice sneered.
"Don't get cocky. You're not irreplaceable. You only have that power because we allowed it. To real divine beings, you're nothing. Just a bug they can crush easily, without even lifting a finger."
"So behave. Win. Do your absolute best. That's the only way you survive. That's the only way you matter."
"…O Katy, Mother of Serpents."
The sarcasm in the last line was thick.
But Katy stayed quiet.
She hated it.
But it was the truth.
Still.
'We'll see who laughs last.'
Because Katy wasn't the same anymore.
She wasn't soft.
She was a snake now. A true snake.
And what are snakes best at?
You already know the answer.
—End of Chapter 171—
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Chapter 172: Chapter 172: The Lover Of A Goddess
Chapter 172 – The Lover Of A Goddess
Meanwhile—
In a realm of light and gold, where everything was painted in mystical glow and sacred brilliance, a young man, looking barely twenty, sat alone in the middle of a golden ocean atop a single golden rock.
Everything was gold.
The sky. The water. The very air shimmered like it had been blessed by divinity.
Even the young man.
He had golden hair and deep, burning eyes that looked like two miniature suns. His robe was golden too, with white divine threads forming the face of a stunning woman across his chest.
Elijah Stoneheart.
The Champion of Light.
And just like the rest of the champions, Elijah had changed. But him… maybe more than anyone else.
Five years had passed in the outside world—but in this realm? Ten.
Ten years of pain. Of pushing every single boundary of mind and body. Ten years of getting stripped from every weakness, refined again and again in divine light and flame.
Gone was the lust-filled boy who thought every woman was meant for him. Gone was the arrogant heir who looked down on humanity from the comfort of his divine pedestal.
What stood now?
Was something else entirely.
Now he looked at the world with absolute disdain. With judgment. Because something had sunk deep into him during those years. A truth.
That no one was worthy of him.
No one… except his goddess.
Justicia.
Let's not forget—this story Noah was thrown into, the novel he reincarnated in, was named: "The Goddess's Lover is Her Champion."
And that wasn't just a title. It was something that was fated to happen.
And indeed, fate never disappoint.
It happened.
Because in these ten years, their relationship had evolved. From mere champion and goddess… to something far more intimate.
Now, Elijah was her lover.
And that status alone made him look back with disgust at the women he once desired. It tarnished him. And it dishonored her.
That's why—
"I'll kill them all," Elijah whispered as his eyes snapped open. His voice was soft, but cold. Unfeeling. Unforgiving.
"I'll kill them all to cleanse our name, my goddess."
[You may do as you wish, my love. I will always support you.]
Her voice echoed gently, lovingly. It made Elijah smile.
But then—
[It's time for you to leave this realm, my love. The battle begins tomorrow.]
[Are you ready?]
Elijah paused for a second. Then laughed.
Loudly.
Arrogantly.
"My goddess… no one can beat me. I will take this world and give it to you as a dowry for our wedding."
He stood, and the entire golden ocean pulsed around him.
His aura surged—wild, regal, terrifying.
"Just watch me," he said as he began walking across the water. And with every step he took, a golden sword materialized beneath his foot to support him.
"Soon," he whispered, "you'll see your champion, your sword… your lover, slaughter them all. Including that bastard Noah Weaverheart."
As he reached the shore, he called out softly, "Foxy. Come."
A rustle followed, and from the glowing grove behind him, a woman stepped out. Beautiful. Curvaceous. Fox-like ears, one golden fox tail and golden hair that flowed like silk. Her eyes shimmered in gold, and her smile was soft.
Foxy. Now in full human form.
"Is it time, master?" she asked.
Elijah nodded. He smiled at her—the only woman, other than his goddess, he still kept close…
…as a pet.
"Time to go."
Foxy nodded, stepping beside him as divine golden light enveloped them both.
Then—they vanished.
…
At the exact same time—
Inside a different realm. A place made of countless domains—each a unique concept, each more magnificent than the last. The sky was white. Perfectly white. Like it had never been touched by sin or suffering.
In the heart of that realm, a white castle stood.
And inside one of its many training grounds, a man sat cross-legged.
Eyes closed. Body still. But power? Trembling all around him.
Silver hair framed his face, glimmering faintly beneath the holy light. His robe—silver with streaks of violet—hugged a lean, well-honed body.
Noah Vaelgrim.
And he had reached the end of his training.
These years had done more than polish his strength—they had helped him master it. To truly understand it. What to use, when to use it, how far he could push it.
He wasn't the same anymore. He had shared her mother's ice affinity and physique making him even more obscene.
But that's wasn't all…
His bloodline, too, had changed. Again.
After sharing the power of Aphasia and Alice, two new bloodlines merged into his core: The World Tree's Lover and The Voice Dragon of the Absolute.
Both were unique. One-of-a-kind. The kind of bloodlines no universe had ever seen.
And now?
They were his.
And because of that, his women—connected to him—had evolved too. Their bloodlines had changed. Their power had bloomed. They were now the perfect reflection of him.
And with those new evolutions came new powers.
And from those powers— he created, himself, his own Concept.
A concept tied to his True Name.
Now, Noah was no longer just powerful.
He was a SS-rank being. Ready to take on multiple divine beings—if needed.
"Guess it's time, huh?" he whispered.
His voice—normal, calm—rippled the air like a shockwave. Just the sound of him speaking bent reality. It was insane.
He opened his eyes slowly.
White, runic. Beautiful. Cold. Eternal.
Eyes that didn't just look at you… they look into you and read you like an open book.
He stood up slowly. And his bones, his muscles, cracked like lightning rolling through a storm.
He tilted his head, looked toward the white sun of his realm. His senses expanded. He could feel all his women waiting. Watching. Ready.
A soft smile appeared on his lips.
This battle wasn't his alone anymore.
This wasn't just his war.
This was also theirs. His family war.
And so—
"It's a battle I can't afford to lose," he said.
"And I…won't lose."
Soon he grinned.
"And it's also time."
Time to show them what the Elysiari race is.
He stepped forward—
And space itself twisted open, folding like silk.
Then, with a single breath, he vanished.
—End of Chapter 172—
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Chapter 173: Chapter 173: A raw scream
Chapter 173 – A raw scream
Noah appeared back in the meeting room of the Castle.
The table was already full. All his women were sitting, chatting, laughing, the air almost peaceful for once. But the second his presence touched the room—just a flicker of it—their heads snapped toward him at a speed that cracked the damn air.
CRACKLE—!
"Noah!!" Sophie vanished and appeared in front of him, arms already around his neck, clinging to him like he'd been gone for decades.
Noah laughed softly, hugging her back with the kind of tenderness that somehow still made all the others jealous.
"Do you think this is fair—" Dominique didn't even get the full sentence out.
"Fate of Stillness."
Elizabeth's voice echoed through the room like a divine command. Time and reality itself slowed. She'd frozen Dominique and the rest just long enough to appear beside Noah.
And then—
"Time Freeze." Selene's cold voice rang like a death sentence.
"Soul Bind." Elira whispered, and her words rippled out like tremors across a spirit plane.
"Wind spirit, make the air heavy." Aphasia's voice was soft, yet the air instantly turned dense, weighty.
"Shadow Bind." Ester's voice followed, making the room dim, as if swallowed by dusk.
Each of them unleashed their power, not to attack—but to be the first beside Noah. He just stood there, grinning, watching the chaos unfold with eyes full of warmth and amusement.
A certain silver-haired, green-eyed woman remained where she stood, her smile as calm and lethal as ever.
Alice Evergreen Vaelgrim.
And just as she opened her lips—
"All of you. Stop."
The universe itself obeyed.
Everyone froze. Not just their bodies—but their powers, their movement, their intent. It only lasted a second, maybe two. But that was all Alice needed to step beside Noah, stealing the spot right next to him with Elizabeth still there.
Silence.
"…Crazy," Zara muttered. She still hadn't gotten used to Alice's cheat-level power.
The others all glared at Alice with the kind of gaze that promised beatings, screaming payback, and long hours of devious retaliation.
But Alice only turned to Noah with that playful light in her eyes.
"Husband… do you see how they're looking at me? I just know they're gonna bully me for this." Her tone was innocent, but her eyes were anything but.
Their lips twitched. They all knew.
Alice was the most dangerous of them all.
Noah shook his head with a quiet laugh. "Ladies, let's talk about something important."
The mood flipped in an instant. Gone was the playfulness. Every woman turned serious. Their backs straightened, eyes locked in. Soldiers before a war.
Noah sat at the head of the table, elbows resting on the polished wood, fingers laced under his chin. He scanned them all—every single one.
Their auras were insane now. Not just stronger. Transcendent.
Each of them was strong enough to rule a Domain of their own. Strong enough to go toe-to-toe with Demon Lords—and win. Their only true opponents in this world were each other.
And that's why—
"I'm proud of you all."
That smile on his lips? Devastating.
Even after all these years, it still made their hearts flutter.
"…Why does he keep getting more beautiful?" Neko muttered, genuinely confused.
"This is so unfair," Aphasia grumbled, her black skin glowing like obsidian under the room's light.
"Haha, that's my son," Selene declared, pride glowing off her like a second aura.
"As expected of my one and only disciple," Elira added calmly.
"Okay, okay, enough with the compliments," Anya shouted, standing up, eyes already shining with bloodlust. "Let's talk about crushing all our enemies into dust."
Dominique snickered. "Look at this brute."
Yuki chuckled at this scene, her blade already humming at her side.
Noah smiled. "Anya's right. We'll celebrate after. Right now, we plan."
He leaned forward slightly. "You all know what's coming. And we won't walk into it blind."
Everyone went quiet. Listening.
"I got word from Laeh. The power coming in this battle—it'll surpass anything we've seen. So, to protect the world, he's going to concentrate his power on strengthening the spatial boundaries inside the world."
He paused. Let it sink in.
"Do you know what that means?"
"The barrier around this world will weaken," Elira answered, voice like a blade.
"Exactly," Noah nodded. "And that means we might get… visitors."
Unwanted ones.
The room went silent again. This time, thick with tension.
But then—
Why were they all… grinning?
Their blood was boiling. Their bloodline—Elysiari—wasn't made to be hidden or tamed. It was made to be seen. Felt. Worshipped.
It demanded war. It demanded they be known across the world.
No.
Across the entire universe.
Noah stood slowly, power leaking from every pore.
"Elira and some of you, stay behind and act when the moment is right. Shadeva—"
He turned his gaze toward a distant part of the realm. A young man stood there, wolfish features and burning eyes.
Premier.
"Take care of that brat for me?" he asked.
Shadeva smirked. "Gladly."
Noah knew. Premier was a handful—but he was family. And the only one who could control him was Shadeva. A true sister-con situation.
'Embarrassing little bastard.' Noah laughed quietly to himself.
But still, he indulged him greatly. After all he was his first creation in a sense.
Then he turned back to the rest.
"And you…" His white eyes gleamed.
"Go wild."
They didn't need to be told twice.
Yuki's body trembled with excitement as she got up. "Just give me a moment to prepare."
Suddenly, Noah looked up. His gaze broke through the ceiling, past the realm, to the world beyond.
A grin carved itself across his lips.
"I'm going to go say hi to someone."
He vanished.
…
Meanwhile—
Elijah and Foxy stepped into the real world. Not inside Vaelgrim's Domain, but just outside of it.
Elijah frowned.
"…Feels weird being back here."
Foxy nodded but said nothing.
"Let's just get this over with," Elijah muttered, stepping forward—only to freeze.
"You're right, Elijah. Let's finish this."
That voice.
Elijah spun, faster than thought, and what he saw made his blood run cold.
Noah.
He stood there calmly, hand raised, space folding around it until a sword made of pure spatial energy appeared. It hummed like it could tear the laws of reality apart.
"Time Lock."
Reality shattered.
Time stilled.
Noah appeared in front of him, too fast for even light to react.
Elijah, with all his speed and light manipulation, couldn't keep up.
Not this time.
And Noah?
He didn't wait.
"And let's start by killing you."
The spatial blade plunged into Elijah's chest—clean, precise, merciless.
It carried the Intent to Sever.
To sever his soul.
To sever his life.
To sever everything.
And then—
A scream echoed.
Raw, guttural, agonizing.
The first of many.
—End of Chapter 173—
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Chapter 174: Chapter 174: The First Strike [1]
Chapter 174 – The First Strike [1]
The pain was overwhelming—sharp, instant, and gone in a blink.
Because the moment Noah struck him with that spatial blade infused with pure killing intent, Elijah didn't even get a chance to resist.
He died.
Just like that.
A death so pitiful it insulted the word "Champion." A death not fit for the so-called lover of a goddess.
However,
How unfair, truly—how damn unfair divine love was, after all—
<+100 stat points awarded. SSS-rank armor received.>
Noah took a casual step back as Elijah's body began to glow. It then vanished into pure light, taking Foxy along with it.
Noah just stood there, hands behind his back, and smiled while shaking his head.
"Of course you wouldn't die that easily," he murmured.
But really, killing him had never been the point in the first place. It would have been too easy for him to die like this.
Noah's goal was to copy everything.
And oh… what a feast he got.
"Elijah… you've been hiding quite the collection."
"Phoenix's Fire… Light Holder… Teleportation… and…"
Noah's eyes gleamed.
"An EX Unique-rank talent—Blade of Gods?"
He let out a soft chuckle. "Since when did that bastard get his hands on something this powerful?"
But he wasn't mad. No.
He was thrilled.
A low, wicked laugh echoed around him.
"Hahahah! What an unexpected gift."
Without hesitation, Noah activated his Copycat talent, instantly duplicating Elijah's gifts—but better. His quality wasn't x10,000 like his own system… but x1,000 still worked just fine.
More than enough to add some nice sub-skills to his Omnipotent's talent. .
And eventually, with enough power, he'd surpass even his own system.
One day.
He grinned as his system chimed:
[You have gained new talents:]
• Phoenix Dominion Flame (SSS++ Rank)
• Beacon of the Dawnlord (SSS Rank)
• Spatial King's Steps (S+++ Rank)
• Divine Severance (EX Unique+ Rank)
Noah smiled as he looked through them. He noticed the plus signs. A new indicator—meaning even x1,000 wasn't enough to fully elevate some of these skills.
How inconvenient.
But not for him. This is just fine.
"Fortunately, I've already shared light and fire affinities with Solaris," he muttered softly.
Fate was clearly on his side.
Without wasting another breath, Noah vanished in a flash of white flame.
…
Elijah reappeared in the center of the world. He collapsed to one knee, trembling—not from pain.
From shame.
From rage.
He couldn't breathe for a moment.
How the hell was he supposed to face his goddess now?
He'd been killed the second he stepped back into this world. No fight. No display. Just—obliterated.
'How… how is he that strong?' The question haunted him.
His mind raced.
He'd trained for ten whole years. Ten fucking years of blood, sweat, and suffering.
And Noah still cut him down like nothing?
Doubt crept in.
Despair tried to claw its way through.
'Can… can I even win against—'
A soft system prompt cut into his thoughts. No—this wasn't just the system.
It was Justicia.
Elijah raised his head slowly, eyes vacant, like a man drowning.
"R–Really…?"
A long pause.
Then, Elijah began to rise.
Slowly, deliberately.
His muscles trembled with each inch, but his eyes started to burn. Literally.
Golden rays radiated out of them. His fury was solar. His rage—divine.
The ground cracked beneath him. His fists clenched so tightly they turned bone-white.
"How many stat points do I have left?"
<500.>
"Put 200 into strength. 200 into constitution. 100 into speed."
His body cracked.
Muscles expanded. Tendons hardened. His core strengthened with each second.
Finally—
"Equip the armor."
A golden light exploded around him. When it faded, the armor was there.
Perfectly fitted. Forged to match his soul.
On the chestplate, the crest of a woman surrounded by blades—an image eerily close to Justicia herself.
As Elijah stood tall in that armor, he felt it—speed, resilience, raw power flowing into him like a divine river.
His confidence came trickling back.
Not much. But enough.
He sat, calm and silent, on a throne of flame and gold.
There was no need to chase.
After all…
The battle would come to him.
…
Noah reappeared in his realm.
All his women turned toward him, their eyes narrowing with curiosity.
"I just wanted to say hi to our dear Elijah," Noah said with a shrug, like it was nothing.
Sophie narrowed her gaze. "Wait—you saw him? How did you even know where he was?"
Noah smirked. "I have my ways, ladies."
Then, he changed the subject.
"Are you all ready?"
Every woman grinned.
They were more than ready.
This wasn't just about a battle anymore. This was conquest.
Owning a world.
A whole damn world for them and their future bloodline.
That kind of legacy?
It demanded victory.
They all turned to Noah as he stood there, arms crossed, silent, his gaze distant.
"How confident are you in us winning?" Alice asked gently, her voice warm, dangerous.
Noah didn't even hesitate.
"I have no doubt."
No arrogance. Just cold, unshakable certainty.
"But how we win matters," he added. "Because this battle… this will be our official introduction to the higher universe."
He let the words linger.
"If we win, we'll no longer be hidden. The factions will see us."
A pause.
"We'll be targeted."
He smiled darkly.
"But who gives a fuck?"
"We weren't born to be hidden. Our bloodline isn't meant for shadows. We were made to rule. To crush. To dominate."
His grin widened—devilish and wild.
"So, ladies—let's win. But let's win in a way that makes them despair."
Then he turned toward Yuki.
Her orange blade-like eyes burned with anticipation.
Noah's voice dropped to a low, lethal whisper.
"As my sword… make the first strike."
"Go, my love. Start this battle with dominance."
And suddenly—
The air snapped.
Something shifted in the fabric of reality itself. The entire world felt it.
The moment had come.
All the other factions had already teleported to the battlefield—the center of the world.
Only Noah's team was missing.
Not for long.
Yuki stood up slowly, her presence blooming like a blade unsheathed.
She grinned.
"As you command, my husband."
And then—
She vanished.
—End of Chapter 174—
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Chapter 175: Chapter 175: The Beginning of the End
Chapter 175 – The Beginning of the End
The whole world paused.
People who had no part in this battle—civilians, merchants, even bandits—felt it deep in their bones. An instinctive warning: Stay inside your home today. Don't step a single foot outside.
Because the air was heavy. Too heavy.
Every major faction involved in this battle—the elves, the beastmen, the humans—had come to a silent agreement: fight in the very center of this world to make it localized.
Because none of them wanted to ruin the world they were about to fight for.
After all, the victor would rule this place. And what use was a destroyed prize?
Absolutely nothing.
And so—
With almost divine synchronicity, all of them teleported instantly to the very center of the world.
The elves arrived first. Nephis stood at the front, calm and regal, silver stars swimming in her eyes, a soft smirk on her lips. Her father and mother flanked her like two silent shadows.
Then came the beastmen. Katy Valdor led them, her golden serpent eyes scanning the area like a predator looking for prey. At his side was her husband, King Valdor, The Golden Lion.
And Katy looked around, her gaze paused when it landed on one group.
The human factions.
Noah had warned his faction inside the Academy about everything. About the champions, the battle for the world and even the goddess. Because it was necessary if he wanted them in this battle. And so he had trained them, prepared them. And now, they were here.
Eric. Malrik. Rouge. Domy. Ray. Lucius. Leona. Aiden. Patricia.
All standing tall, weapons in hand, eyes locked forward, ready to fight at any time. Behind them were the Bloodhearts and the Shadowbounds. United, deadly and ready.
As for the Stonehearts? They decided to be a spectator.
Truly, a shameful decision.
But then—something strange hit them.
All eyes drifted toward Elijah.
There, he stood alone.
Only Foxy was at his side.
No soldiers. No celestial army.
Just him.
"Oh my… Champion of the Celestials…" Nephis said, her voice echoing through the space, mocking. "Don't tell me you couldn't even gather your own race to support you?"
Elijah slowly turned to her, his eyes glowing with such golden intensity that it burned.
Nephis—without even understanding why—flinched.
It was instinct. That gaze… it was wrong. It was madness wrapped in divinity.
Her mocking smile faded.
But Elijah didn't speak to her. Hell, he didn't even look at her again.
As if she was not worthy of his gaze.
"I'm not here for any of you," he said, raising his head to the sky.
"Fight among yourselves. You're not my opponent."
Because he can feel it. They were weak for him.
There was only one person he wanted to fight.
And he wasn't here yet.
So Elijah called out.
"Noah Weaverheart, where are you? Don't think you can hide after ambushing me. Come out. Let's end this."
His voice was cold and filled with killing intent.
"Is this guy crazy?" Lucius muttered.
Leona laughed. "Clearly, he has no idea who our master is."
Eric said nothing. He just smiled. But that smile alone made the air around him dim.
"Noah Weaverheart?" Nephis murmured, confused.
Katy, meanwhile, wasn't even paying attention to all this. She was staring at her children—Domy and Ray—who met her gaze with apologetic looks.
They'd sided with the humans.
But what they didn't was that—
'Perfect,' Katy thought, smiling inwardly.
Katy loved this.
Then suddenly,
The atmosphere cracked.
Every head snapped to the sky.
And there she stood.
Yuki Vaelgrim.
Weightless. Floating. Radiating a pressure so sharp it could slice stone.
"Hello, everyone," Yuki said, her voice smooth and sweet—but it carried like thunder. "I am Yuki Vaelgrim. One of Noah Vaelgrim's women… and his sword."
Silence.
Even Elijah's eyes widened slightly.
"I bring you all a message from my husband," she continued, grinning like a wolf who just spotted a herd of sheep.
"No need to fight among yourselves for this world."
She raised her sword—
And it shifted. No longer a solid blade. It turned formless, like flowing silver water.
"He's already claimed it. And to protect it…" she whispered.
"You may all come together against us. So Let's finish this quickly, shall we?"
"Vaelgrim's Formless Sword—
Absolute Sword."
SLASH—!
The air screamed.
It wasn't a sword slash. It was a verdict.
One that said: You cannot dodge this. You cannot block this. You can only accept it.
And then—
BOOOOOOMMMM—!!
Dust exploded. Smoke rose like it was being drawn to the heavens.
The earth cracked, the sky trembled, and silence reigned for a breath.
When the dust cleared—
The champions stood unharmed.
But behind them?
Hundreds had fallen.
A single slash had wiped out over a hundred warriors.
And that was just the opening move.
The silence didn't last.
Suddenly, the sky rippled—and the rest of the Vaelgrim women arrived.
Silver-haired. Elegant. Monstrous.
Each of them radiated enough pressure to flatten cities.
Only Elira and some of them had stayed behind.
"Ready?" Yuki asked without turning.
"Of course," they answered together, then disappeared. Each choosing their target. No hesitation.
And one of them chose a champion.
Aphasia Elfborn Vaelgrim… floated across from her sister.
"It's been a long time," Aphasia said, her tone unreadable. "Father. Mother. And…"
She locked eyes with Nephis.
"…You, little sister."
Before the elf king or queen could speak—
CRACKLE—!
Sophie appeared in front of the Elf King.
"How about a little diplomatic talk?"
Then—
BOOM!
She punched him into the horizon.
Selene appeared before the Elf Queen. Said nothing.
She simply touched her shoulder.
And vanished in a snowstorm with her.
The battle exploded.
Rouge, Eric, Malrik, and the rest struck the elven armies with fury.
Leaving only Aphasia and Nephis.
"Want to talk, sister?" Aphasia asked gently.
"Going to ask me to surrender?" Nephis sneered. "You know I can't."
Aphasia sighed.
Then spirits appeared around her. Dozens of them—basic, elite, and even unique spirits.
They swirled around her like stars drawn into a new galaxy.
"Then I'll force you."
Nephis grinned.
Above her, the sky darkened.
Stars bloomed—real, tangible stars—falling gently into place behind her.
"Then let me show you why I was chosen as the Champion… and not you."
—End of Chapter 175—
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Chapter 176: Chapter 176: Blood, Fire and Destruction
Chapter 176 – Blood, Fire and Destruction
Not even ten minutes passed, and already the battlefield was chaos.
There were no formations, no strategy, not even chain of command.
Just pure instinct and raw power.
Yuki's first strike had shattered the structure of this war, leaving only one thing: survival of the fittest.
Now it was instinct against instinct. Power against power.
And if it came down to personal strength, to raw skill—then truly, who could rival the ones Noah raised inside the Academy?
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Come on! Let's fucking fight until the end!"
Rouge Bloodheart roared as she launched herself into the army of elves. Blood surged around her like a crimson tide as she danced among them like a storm in human form.
Then she lifted her hand high—
"Blood Explosion!"
BOOOOMMM!
A massive blast echoed. Dozens fell, their blood spraying, spilling, running like rivers across the broken ground. And then… the blood moved.
It floated. Twisted.
And began crawling back to her.
"Ahh… aahhh… I love this… I fucking love this," Rouge whispered, her body trembling, her expression one breath away from climax. Eyes shut, she didn't even notice the red-haired elf charging behind her with a face twisted in fury.
"DIE, YOU MONSTER!"
SLASH—!
He brought his blade down, aiming to split her skull—
CLANK—!
A dagger met the blade mid-air.
A dark haired and blue-eyed man blocked the blow with casual ease.
Malrik.
He sighed and flicked his fingers toward the elf.
"Finger of Death."
A spiral of black light shot out, piercing the elf's skull with surgical precision.
THUD.
Dead. One shot. No mercy.
Malrik didn't even spare the corpse a glance.
Instead, he turned to Rouge, who was just standing there flushed, staring at him with eyes full of… too many things.
"Rouge… you can't zone out like that. This isn't some solo act. It's war," he said, his voice flat, almost scolding.
But Rouge just grinned. "Hahaha! Don't worry, I've got you, don't I?"
Then without any other words she jumped right back in. Back into the blood. Back into the madness. Back where she belong.
Malrik chuckled under his breath. "You're truly insane."
Then he grinned.
"And I like this about you so…go wild, my dear. No one's touching you."
His voice dropped into something cold. Something ancient.
"Arise."
The corpses twitched.
The elves around them watched in horror as the bodies of their comrades stood back up—undead, rotting, twisted into service.
"What the…?"
"A necromancer?! We're fucked! Call the commander! CALL HIM NOW!"
But Malrik ignored their panic. He simply smirked.
"Kill anyone who dares to ambush my wife. Kill everything in your path."
The undead lurched forward like a black tide tearing through the elf ranks like animals. Limbs flew. Screams rang out. Blood sprayed again.
But then, as if not satisfied—
A second wave rose as Malrik whispered again:
"Arise."
Corpses from Rouge's last massacre stood, blood still dripping.
This was why necromancers were nightmares on the battlefield.
They were truly unfair.
…
Meanwhile, in the very heart of this burning warzone—
The Stonehearts met.
Yuki's Absolute Sword didn't move Elijah one bit. He destroyed the space in front of him and turned it into a void, absorbed the blow, and kept sitting—unbothered, unfazed.
And now, he smirked at the two people in front of him.
"Oh? If it isn't my darling brother and sister," Elijah drawled, mockery thick in his voice. "What brings you here? A family reunion?"
Aiden shook his head. The smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a red fire blazing in his eyes. It was destructive, deep, and unforgiving.
"We're here to end this cursed relationship between you and our family Elijah. We're here to kill you."
Aiden said coldly without any hesitation.
Elijah stared for a second. Then he sighed, shaking his head with genuine disappointment.
"What a delusional fool." He muttered under his breath.
They truly didn't understand. They never did. Elijah never showed them his true power. Not even when he tortured Patricia in front of the whole world. Not even when he fought Noah during the entrance test. He hadn't gone all out back then—Noah, that bastard, hadn't given him the chance.
But now?
"I suppose… I'll show you a taste of my true power."
Seated arrogantly on his throne of divine fire and holy light, Elijah slowly raised one hand into the air.
And just that gesture alone—
It made Aiden and Patricia freeze. Their hearts thundered. A chill ran down their spine. Something primal screamed inside them: Run, or you'll die.
"Aiden!!! NOW!!!" Patricia shouted loudly in panic.
She activated her domain: Holy Territory, encasing the two of them in a barrier of pure divine power.
Aiden's hand lit up in a profound red. And a sword of deep, red destruction fire appeared in his grasp—his own skill, Blade of Destruction.
Then he vanished.
He became a red blur, vanishing—
In a blink, he was in front of Elijah, sword aimed directly at his heart. Aimed with the intention to kill. No hesitation, no mercy.
But—
"You've improved, brother."
Elijah's voice was casual, cold and even dismissive.
"But do you think that's enough?" He asked, his eyes mocking.
With his affinity to light, Elijah's speed perception was off the charts. Aiden's speed wasn't slow—but it wasn't fast enough for him.
That's why Elijah didn't even bother to stand.
Still seated,
He blocked Aiden's strike with his free hand.
"Goddess's Protection."
A small, golden shield shimmered just above his chest.
CLANK—!
It held.
But Aiden's eyes burned brighter. His eyes transformed into red molten fire.
"It's not fucking over." Aiden said coldly. His expression resolute.
Then—
"EXPLOSION!"
He detonated the Blade of Destruction—along with his own hand—right against Elijah's chest.
BBOOOOOOOOMMMM!!
A wave of pure red fire roared out in every direction, a dome of obliteration.
"AHHH FUCK!! RUN!!" one of the bystanders screamed.
But it was useless.
The fire consumed everything, relentless and wild.
Pure destruction. Raw, unfiltered rage turned into a weapon.
And it was only the beginning.
—End of Chapter 176—
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Chapter 177: Chapter 177: Fuck You!
Chapter 176 – Fuck You!
Aiden wasn't holding back.
He couldn't afford to—not when Elijah was standing in front of them. He—no, they—weren't idiots. They knew damn well Elijah was stronger. Way stronger than the two of them combined.
But just knowing the truth didn't mean they'd accept it. And it sure as hell didn't mean they'd bow their heads and let it slide.
Because they wanted revenge.
Yes,
Revenge.
It was laughable, really—thinking they had the right to seek revenge on Elijah.
Because let's be honest, Elijah was a bastard—but only when it came to women. If you stayed away from the ones he had his eyes on, you had nothing to fear. That was the kind of man he was. Predictable. Possessive. Dangerous.
So, between Elijah and them—Patricia and Aiden or even The Stonehearts as a whole ? They were the ones in the wrong. Not Elijah.
But do they care?
No.
Call them hypocrites if you want. They didn't give a single fuck.
Because Elijah had touched her—their princess. The one they protected, the one they loved like no other. He had tortured her. Humiliated her. And he'd done it in front of the whole damn world.
So no, they weren't going to let that go. And besides—did they really think Elijah would let them go?
Please.
Elijah was vengeful. If he lived, their family was already dead. It was only a matter of time.
That's why—
"EXPLOSION!!"
He didn't hesitate. He threw it all in. His power, his fire, even his arms if needed.
BOOOOOOOMMMMM!
The world ignited in crimson fire. The ground cracked, melted, became a lake of molten fury. The heat was so vicious, even B-rank fighters started dropping just from breathing.
Cough—Cough—
Aiden stumbled back, coughing blood, barely conscious. His right arm was gone—totally gone. Blood was gushing out like a river from his shoulder. But Aiden didn't scream. He didn't flinch. He only bit his lip until it tore, using pain to stay standing.
His red-fire eyes never left the smoke as the flames still danced, obscuring Elijah.
And then—
"Holy Territory."
Patricia's voice rang out like a hymn, and Aiden's body lit up with golden light. His bleeding stopped. Flesh knit itself back together. Muscle reformed. And finally, bones and tendons twisted back into a new arm.
He flexed his fingers, freshly healed.
"Thanks, Patricia," he muttered.
She didn't answer. Just gave a curt nod, eyes locked on the thick smoke slowly fading.
And then—they saw him.
Elijah.
Still standing.
He wasn't seated anymore. But his golden armor? Still intact. Charred in a few places, sure—but within seconds, even those burns faded.
Like nothing had touched him at all.
"That was actually… not bad," Elijah said casually, his voice calm as ever. Too calm.
But in truth? He was serious. Aiden had managed to tear through his barrier and even leave a mark on his SSS-rank armor. That was impressive.
But still—
"You think that's enough?"
Elijah asked as he tilted his head slightly, and his eyes moved to Patricia.
"Or do you believe she'll always be there to heal you?"
Then—just one step.
Only one.
But that single step erased the space between them. One moment, he was in the distance. The next, he stood in front of Patricia like he'd always been there.
Too fast.
He moved like light itself.
Patricia and Aiden's eyes widened in shock and horror, and then—
"Laser of Light."
Patricia reacted instinctively, stepping back—but not fast enough.
The beam pierced her chest, missing her heart by a hair.
"ARGHHHHHH!"
She screamed as pain devoured her senses. Blood sprayed out—but her holy fire surged in response, knitting her wound back together.
But Elijah didn't stop.
"You really think I'll let you heal?"
Another strike.
But this time—
CLANK!
BOOM!
Aiden jumped in, red fire barriers crashing against the beam.
He grabbed Patricia, flung her back, and created distance.
Huff… huff…
Both of them were breathing hard, sweat pouring from their brows. Two against one—but it didn't feel like a fight.
It felt like a game. His game.
"You blocked that? Good," Elijah smiled. "Now take all this."
Dozens of light beams appeared around him, forming a ring of destruction.
"Go."
They shot out like judgment from the heavens.
Aiden and Patricia readied their barriers, bracing for the impact—but before they could react—
A figure appeared in burst of flame.
He didn't move. He appeared.
And just like that—the beams stopped.
The light fizzled and burned into nothing.
Their eyes widened.
"…Father?"
It was him. Oliver Stoneheart.
Elijah's face darkened instantly.
"Oliver," he spat. No warmth. No respect. Not even hate that felt familial. Just venom.
He didn't even call him father—because he wasn't a father…for him.
"Can you step down, Elijah?" Oliver asked, his voice neutral but an undercurrent of weariness existed in it.
"Spare your siblings."
That was all he said.
And Elijah?
"Fuck you."
A golden sword materialized above Oliver's head, shimmering with god-tier power.
The battle wasn't over. It had just shifted.
…
Elsewhere on the battlefield…
Katy stood facing her children—Domy and Ray.
"I don't get it," she said calmly. "If you don't support the Champion of Light, why are you fighting against us?"
Domy shrugged. "Well… we follow someone else now. Someone who does want to fight you. Our leader, Noah Vaelgrim."
Katy blinked. "Noah? The one who beat the Champion of Light during the entrance exam?"
She turned her head slightly—and far off, she spotted a silver-haired girl unleashing hell. Then another. And another.
"All those silver-haired girls… his women?" she mused. "Even you, my children of royal blood… you follow him?"
Now that was interesting.
"What made him special?" Katy asked with curiosity.
Domy and Ray shared a smirk.
"He's a monster, Mother," Ray said. "In normal circumstances, we'd tell you and Father to kneel and pledge loyalty."
"But not today," Domy added.
Their aura surged, golden and fierce. Their bodies shifted—limbs thickening, fur sprouting, fangs sharpening—until they stood as majestic golden lions. Behind them, their aura surged, roared and formed two golden lions.
Twin lions made of raw will.
"We want to fight you," Ray said.
"We want to see how far we've come." Domy added with beastly smirk.
Katy smiled coldly. Her golden eyes narrowed—snake-like slits forming.
"Don't come crying when I break your bones, my dear children."
She took a single step.
And the earth beneath her dissolved into a cloud of poisonous dust.
…
And somewhere else, in another side of this battlefield,
Yuki and Elizabeth stood side by side.
In front of them was their enemy or maybe only opponent.
Krone—the Beast King.
"Why are you even here?" Yuki asked, clearly annoyed. "I can handle this beast myself."
Elizabeth smirked. "I felt like fighting. Got a problem?"
Their casual tone pissed Krone off immediately.
"Are you two mocking me?" he roared. "I am the Beast King! The Lion of—"
"Vaelgrim's Formless Sword—Echoed Slash."
"Vaelgrim's Fate Manipulation—Fate of Silence."
They didn't even wait. Didn't let him finish. They cut him off mid-monologue with two divine attacks that shattered the sky.
Because really…
They didn't have time for nonsensical speeches.
—End of Chapter 176—
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Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Dude, I don't swing that way!
Chapter 178 – Dude, I don't swing that way!
The battle raged on.
The women were fighting their own wars, tearing through their enemies without mercy. But it wasn't just them. Far from it.
On the far edge of the battlefield, Leona stood—facing off against a man.
No… not a man. A beast.
But not just any beastman—this one had dragon traits.
That alone made her pause.
She had never heard of this kind. Never seen anything like him. A beastman mixed with dragon? Impossible.
So she was curious.
And that's exactly why she chose to fight him.
Leona tilted her head. Her long, black hair whipped behind her as her eyes locked onto the creature before her.
"What are you?" she asked, voice low, curious.
But the dragon-beast didn't respond.
Didn't flinch.
Didn't even look at her.
His eyes wandered across the battlefield, watching, analyzing—searching. He acted like she wasn't even there.
He didn't have to say a word.
He was clearly looking down on her.
Leona's expression turned cold, instantly. If there was one thing she refused to accept after becoming the first hybrid Demon-Dragon on Laeh… it was being underestimated.
No words.
No warning.
She lunged forward, black claws sharp as razors tearing through the air. In a blink, she was already in front of him, slashing with full power—
But the dragon-beast didn't look.
Not even once.
His eyes were still scanning the battlefield until—
Until her claws were an inch from his neck.
Then he turned slowly his head.
His gaze hit her—and it froze her heart instantly.
Those weren't just beastly eyes. They were the kind of eyes that haunted dreams. Dragon-slit pupils with the depth of ancient, bloody storms. Eyes that saw through pride, power, and pain.
He raised one clawed finger—just one—and caught her strike effortlessly.
One finger. That was all it took.
Leona's eyes widened in disbelief and shock.
And for the first time since Noah blackmailed her—she felt it.
Fear.
Then the creature spoke.
His voice rumbled like a storm.
"Stay still, you lowly hybrid."
He flicked his claw.
BOOOOMMMM!
Half of Leona's body exploded into a mess of flesh and blood.
…
Elsewhere, at the same time—
"Who the hell are you?" Lucius asked, his brows furrowed as he faced an Elfen man.
The guy was beautiful.
Annoyingly beautiful.
Golden hair, bright green eyes, a smooth face that looked like it belonged on a stained-glass window in a cathedral.
The elf smiled, watching Lucius like he was something intriguing.
"Your talent… it's quite interesting," he said, voice soft, graceful.
Lucius immediately scowled. "Back up, dude. I'm not into men."
The elf chuckled but ignored the jab.
"I'm Orien," he said. "Young heir of one of the most prominent families in the Elfen World."
Lucius's gut twisted. Something about this was off. Something about him.
Orien kept speaking like this was some lazy afternoon tea party.
"I came here because I heard there'd be a battle. I was bored so I said why not?. But…" He turned his head toward the center of the war, watching Nephis fight Aphasia. His expression? Disappointed.
"This wasn't what I expected," he sighed. "But fortunately, I found some… interesting elements."
His eyes scanned the silver-haired women in the distance before coming back to Lucius.
"A completely new bloodline. One so strange it even made my bloodline feel apprehensive. And you… a child who can void mana."
He smiled gently. "Still weak… but you have potential."
Lucius didn't say a word. He clenched his fist tightly.
Orien stepped closer.
"So before I go introduce myself to those lovely ladies, let me ask you something."
"Would you like to stop being human? To become an elf instead?"
He grinned wide.
"Not just any elf. A Higher Elf."
Lucius stared at him. Silent.
Unimpressed.
He didn't give a damn about being some upgraded elf.
And why should he?
Noah promised he'd make him into something else entirely—something born from nothingness. A whole new being. A new race. And if there's one thing Lucius believed—it's that Noah kept his promises.
So…
"I refuse," Lucius said coldly, drawing his black blade.
Instantly, all the mana around him vanished—devoured.
Orien's expression didn't change.
"Are you sure?" he asked again, still smiling.
Lucius didn't answer. He didn't move. Just stood on guard.
Because even with the anti-mana zone active and distance between them, Lucius felt it.
This guy could kill him without breaking a sweat.
'Fuck… where the hell did he come from?'
But he didn't get time to think about it.
Orien raised his hand.
"If you refuse, then I'll just have to kidnap you," he said cheerfully.
Too cheerfully for Lucius's taste.
"Dude, fuck you. I told you I don't fucking swing that way," Lucius snapped.
Orien's laughter echoed out. Musical. Joyful. Creepy as hell.
Then—
"Concept Activation – Cradle of the World."
A massive tree burst from the ground, roots wrapping around them, creating a small realm.
Lucius's spine chilled.
He looked around. The air felt thick. Too thick.
Then he realized—
"My anti-mana… isn't working?" he muttered, panic blooming.
"It won't," Orien said, now seated on a high branch, legs swinging like a child. "I told you. Your talent is interesting, but weak. All I had to do was make the mana density overwhelming. And you can't void it all."
Lucius stared at the glowing tree, then sighed.
"Ah… fuck my life."
Orien laughed again, fully enjoying himself.
This High Elf was having way too much fun.
…
But the battle wasn't just about them.
Everywhere on the battlefield—people fought.
And died.
One second, someone was alive, screaming war cries—the next, dead. Slaughtered. Replaced by another.
The ground was painted in blood. Soaked. Drenched. The scent of iron hung so heavy in the air it stuck in your throat.
Still, no one stopped.
The beastmen fought like rabid wolves, clawing through everything with the fury of their lineage. But they were facing Neko and Ester.
And that was a fucking problem.
Darkness spread like wildfire—Ester's eternal darkness swallowed everything. Her shadow shrouded them all making them and with perfect efficiency, she killed them swiftly.
And Neko?
She froze time and blood itself. Her black frost crept under their skin, freezing them from the inside out.
There was no hope.
The Elfen forces didn't fare much better.
Rouge. Eric. Malrik.
That trio was painting the battlefield with corpses.
Eric especially was in a league of his own.
Where Ester concealed—Eric attacked. His shadow magic was a dance of death. Smooth, elegant, poetic even.
And deadly.
Watching him was like watching a deadly waltz, where every twirl sliced open another throat.
Even the weakest soldiers could feel it.
If things kept going like this—
The elves and beastmen would lose.
Their rulers were being held back by Noah's women. And even though Orien and the dragon-like beast were terrifying, they weren't even trying.
One was here for fun.
The other?
Just watching.
So the question burned in the air:
Was this how it ends?
The answer came fast.
The sky above Laeh split in half.
A blinding crack tore open the heavens—
And from within, beings began to descend.
—End of Chapter 178—
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Chapter 179: Chapter 179: Our bloodthirsty maid
Chapter 179 – Our bloodthirsty maid
The sky split in two.
It should've been magnificent. And it was—blinding, divine and majestic.
But it was also terrifying.
Like some massive hand was forcefully stretching the heavens apart, widening the gap with brute will.
The entire world of Laeh trembled.
And this time, it wasn't because Noah had broken reality in some way that benefited him.
No. This time, the world trembled in agony.
Inside his realm, Laeh curled into himself—shaking, sweating, barely holding it together. Pain tore through his small divine body like fire.
He looked up slowly.
Noah stood before him—calm, steady, eyes like still water.
"What are you waiting for, my lucky star?" Laeh asked with a weak smile. Even through the agony, he still looked at Noah with awe and respect.
"Go end this ridiculous battle pretty please."
Noah smiled.
"What I was waiting for just arrived. Sooner than I expected even," he said, eyes fixed on a glowing screen in front of him.
"They must've had people on the inside. Someone told them what's really happening."
His gaze moved—first to Orien, who was still toying with Lucius, then to Leona, her body half-destroyed in the claws of a draconic beast. And finally, he looked to the sky.
Descending were beings that radiated divine pressure and ancient might.
Celestials.
And dragons.
"They've arrived," Noah murmured.
Laeh winced. "And they're not the only ones."
Another screen blinked into view—this one showing beings with blood-red hair and deeper red eyes, eyes with no pupils at all. Vampires.
Leading them… was a woman.
A woman who looked just like—
"Zara's mother," Noah said with a faint smirk.
The battlefield had become pure chaos.
But that wouldn't last.
"It's time for the demons to enter," Noah said coolly. "Tell them they can move."
Then his voice turned harder.
"Elira. Anya. Zara. Alice. Dominique. Lilith."
"It's your turn. Go choose your opponents."
He spoke in his mind and began to disappear as space folded into itself and was about to shallow him…
"Laeh," he called back, "try not to fall apart."
"And you?" Laeh asked, eyes wide, voice trembling.
"Me?" Noah's smile sharpened like a blade.
"I'm going to break our dear Champion's mind."
And then—he vanished.
But not before dropping a small glowing green sphere.
It floated down, gentle as a leaf, and the moment it touched Laeh, the pain dulled. His breath came easier. His body relaxed.
He exhaled.
"Truly… my lucky star."
…
The arrival of the Celestials and Dragons should have changed the tide.
But it didn't.
Because the moment they touched the battlefield—
They were blocked.
…
High above the clouds, Elira hovered weightlessly.
Facing her was a red-haired man with dragon horns and massive wings of molten gold.
His eyes burned with cold fury.
"Miss Elira," he said flatly. "Did you really betray us?"
Elira just smiled, gentle and effortless. "I wouldn't call it betrayal. I've simply found us a better ally."
Her tone was calm. Soft. As if a hundred dragons weren't glaring at her like she'd spat on their ancestors.
Then her voice hardened. "And if you step into this battlefield as my enemy, as our enemy, Honk… I have to warn you."
"My husband is very petty." Elira said with a small smile.
Silence.
Then Honk sneered, "I've received orders from the Elders."
He said, his voice arrogant and overbearing.
A pause.
"We are to kill the one who made you defect. And capture you for trial. You cannot die yet—not until you pass down the Soul Dragon lineage."
He grinned.
It was twisted. Disgusting and lustful.
"So before you die, you'll be fucked. Over and over. By every one of our soldiers."
He licked his lips.
"And I'll be the first to pound your tight little pussy, miss Elira."
Elira didn't respond right away.
She just looked at him calmly.
'Oh, this guy is so dead,' Nicolas whispered in her mind while shaking his head in pity for this guy.
'Utterly fucked,' another soul said, agreeing with Nicolas.
Then Elira's expression shifted.
No more softness. No more smiles.
Only cold.
Empty.
And Dead.
Then she spoke, slowly but with intensity able to chill their souls.
"You…"
"…You are fucking dead."
Her vulgar's side slipped out.
…
Elsewhere, the Celestials had their own welcoming committee.
Dominique and Lilith led their succubi straight into the fray.
But this fight?
This wasn't about brute force.
It was psychological.
Seduction. Manipulation. Temptation so thick it suffocated.
The Celestials had expected a clean battle—a divine clash of fists and light.
What they got was madness, lust, confusion.
Their minds shattered before their shields even did.
And in the center of it all, Dominique laughed, dancing through divine soldiers like a fever dream wrapped in flesh.
While Lilith watched with an amused smile.
Anya, meanwhile, had her eyes on one person alone.
The leader of the Celestials.
A tall woman with golden hair and eyes that glowed like halos. Nari.
Nari wasn't looking at her. Her eyes were locked on Elijah, who was casually beating his own father to a pulp.
She then smiled, 'Good.'
He was safe.
After all—
'He's Justicia's man. If he dies, she'll ruin us all.'
Even the thought made her shiver.
Anya seeing her, tilted her head slightly.
"Are you ignoring me?" She asked, her voice lighthearted.
Nari finally looked at her and asked "Who are you?"
Because she felt something inside her being suppressed. Her bloodline was…
Afraid.
Afraid of whatever was hidden inside Anya.
And that wasn't normal.
Anya didn't answer. She had been waiting for this day for so long.
She raised a single finger.
Her completely black eyes gleamed dangerously.
And with a soft whisper—
"Destruction Field."
The skies cracked.
The earth below twisted.
And then?
Destruction was unleashed.
…
Elsewhere on the battlefield…
Zara and Alice faced off against the vampire army.
And at its front—
Morgan.
She was unfairly beautiful. Tall with thick legs. Her body was just perfectly curvy.
She Smiled as she looked at Zara, canines glinting under the light.
"Well, well, well… isn't this my dear daughter?" she said sweetly.
Zara said nothing.
"You're still alive?" Morgan smiled wide—but confusion sat behind her eyes. "How did that pathetic bastard not kill you that day?"
Zara stared at her. Then smiled faintly.
"Hello, Mother. I missed you too."
Morgan's grin widened. "You've grown. Not the pitiful brat crying for affection anymore, huh?"
But her tone dripped with contempt.
Because to Morgan, Zara was nothing.
After all she had her while using another one body, hell— she hadn't even passed down her bloodline to her.
For her, Zara was a failed experiment. A disposable thing.
And she treated her like one.
"So?" Morgan asked, blood beginning to swirl around her, forming weapons and monstrous shapes. "Here for revenge?"
Zara didn't flinch.
"I thought a lot about what I should do with you these past years. What punishment would fit."
She smirked.
"But now that I see your level—SS Rank?"
She scoffed. "Not so impressive, right?"
Alice, beside her, smirked.
Morgan narrowed her eyes. "And you, my dear daughter, are only S-Rank. What gives you the right to mock me?"
They ignored her.
Zara cracked her neck. Alice raised her hand.
"Mother," Zara said softly.
"We have decided your fate."
"So, brace yourself."
"Because soon… you'll be a maid."
Morgan's smile froze.
Zara and Alice's voices echoed in perfect sync:
"Our maid."
"The maid of Vaelgrim."
Then—
"Kneel." Alice said.
"Fear." Zara whispered.
And the vampire army—
Fell.
Knees crashing into blood-soaked dirt. Bodies trembling. Eyes wide with terror.
One by one.
They bowed.
—End of Chapter 179—
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Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Huntress and her sister
Chapter 180 – Huntress and her sister
The war was nearly over.
The mundane soldiers were all dead. Only the smart ones—the ones who knew victory now depended solely on their leaders—had stopped fighting.
And so, only the true battles remained.
The clashes that actually mattered.
The battles of the real monsters.
Even Eric, Rouge, and Malrik stopped after carving through every elf in their path. There was simply no one left to kill.
Neko lounged atop a throne of black frostfire. Ester sat beside her, perched on a throne sculpted from living shadow.
"Think they'll win?" Neko asked, grinning lazily.
Ester's smile mirrored hers. "Of course."
There wasn't a shred of doubt in either of their voices.
Belzebuth and his demon legions were still locked in battle with the enraged dragons. It was brutal. Violent. Earth-shattering.
But it was already decided.
The dragons were few.
The demons?
Legions.
And Belzebuth wasn't the broken little monster he used to be. Not anymore.
Noah had completed him. Refined him. Made him whole.
He was terrifying now. A nightmare with purpose.
As for the Celestials—ha! Their deaths were piling up so fast it was almost comical.
Dominique and Lilith were playing with them. Dismantling their divine pride one soul at a time with only lust and charm.
So much for the so called "superior race."
The beast army?
Slaughtered.
The Shadowbounds and Bloodhearts had torn through them, but not without losses. Even Red Bloodheart had been seriously injured—fighting a beast commander just as strong as her. SS-rank versus SS-rank.
She won.
But she paid for it.
Still, a blood-soaked, savage smile curled her lips. She relived that fight in her head over and over, body still trembling from the high.
Truly—like daughter, like mother.
Now, only the final fights remained.
And even they…
Would end soon.
…
"Astral Step."
Nephis's voice echoed out as she vanished, space cracking in her wake like broken glass melting in a furnace.
A second later, she reappeared meters away, facing Aphasia.
She stared at her sister, eyes narrowed. Calm. Calculating.
"Since when were you this strong? And when the hell did you start summoning high-level spirits?" Nephis asked, voice sharp.
That question had haunted her since the beginning of this fight.
Aphasia was never capable of this before. So what the hell changed?
Aphasia only smiled.
Then vanished instantly.
She reappeared in front of Nephis in an instant—her left leg shifting into pure shadow, slamming down to bind Nephis's shadow while her right hand transformed into a hardened earth spirit's fist.
There was no hesitation.
No mercy.
This wasn't sisterly rivalry.
This was a war punch.
"Fuck—!" Nephis growled as she summoned a mist of stardust to shield herself.
Too late.
BAAAAM—!
The punch crashed into her face.
Nephis flew back like a ragdoll, crashing into the ground hard enough to rattle the earth. Dust erupted from the impact. For a moment, she was gone.
Then the smoke cleared.
She knelt, blood dripping from her lips.
Her eyes, burning like dying stars, locked onto Aphasia.
"You asked for it."
Above them, the torn sky lit up.
"Starfall Shot."
Tiny stars—condensed starlight, sharp as blades—began raining down like silver bullets in a storm.
It was beautiful.
If you didn't know better.
But when they hit—
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Explosions lit up the battlefield, engulfing Aphasia in a chain of blasts that shredded everything in a wide radius.
Nephis didn't stop. She knew only this will not be enough to take down her sister.
So—
"Constellation Forge — Bow of Orion." Nephis muttered under her breath.
Immediately, a bow materialized in her hand, forged from pure starlight. Its body shimmered like black obsidian fractured with glowing cracks, pulsing with veins of silver.
As for the bowstring, it was barely visible. Only a thread of light thinner than air itself.
The moment Nephis grasped the bow…
She moved with no hesitation. No wasted motion.
Her stance was perfect.
No doubt, no fear. Just grace and precision.
And right now, right there…
She wasn't a champion anymore.
She was a huntress.
The blasts died down and smoke finally settled.
Aphasia emerged—burned, battered, her clothes and skin scorched. Her silver hair was caked with dust and ash.
She hadn't escaped unscathed.
And then her eyes landed on the bow.
She froze at the sight.
But Nephis didn't care about her expression.
"Huntress's Mark." Her voice echoed out.
A glowing sigil formed on Aphasia's forehead. Only Nephis could see it. But Aphasia felt it. Something was off.
Something was wrong.
But too bad.
No time to think.
"Starpiercer Shot."
Nephis's voice cracked through the air like a divine arrow loosed by a vengeful god.
The shot didn't fly.
It appeared.
Right in front of Aphasia's chest.
Her heart skipped.
"Shadow Spirit—Full Transformation!"
Aphasia shouted instantly as her body became pure shadow.
The arrow struck.
What happened next was indescribable.
The world trembled. The sky shuddered.
A wave of exploding starlight tore through everything in a massive radius, raining down fragments of falling stars like an apocalyptic meteor shower.
BOOOOOOOOM!
Nephis huffed, her breath heavy. The bow dissolved in a shimmer of stardust.
That attack had drained her nearly everything she had.
"But worth it," she whispered through clenched teeth, a smirk on her lips.
To outsiders, it looked like she was trying to kill her sister.
But Nephis knew better.
"I know you're not dead," she muttered.
With a wave of her hand, she blew away the dust and smoke.
And there it was.
A pool of twisting shadow.
It churned, writhed.
Then—slowly—a figure rose from it.
A woman.
Aphasia.
She was burned, her whole body bleeding massively. Even her skin was peeled in some places.
Her body…was truly wrecked.
But her eyes were calm, unwavering…
And unapologetic.
There was only a subtle grimace on her face as she stood up.
She looked at Nephis for a moment.
Then grinned.
Not her usual grin.
No.
Noah's devilish grin.
"Fine, sister," she said, her voice low and dangerous.
"You want seriousness?"
"I will give you that."
She took a deep breath.
Then—
"Elysiari's Apex Form."
Silence.
A second passed.
Then—
Nephis shuddered.
A chill ran down her spine.
Not from cold.
But from pure, primal dread.
—End of Chapter 180—
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Chapter 181: Chapter 181: Our regal maid
Chapter 181 – Our regal maid
At the same exact time Aphasia was battling her sister, her other sisters were fighting too.
One of them—Sophie—was locked in a stare-off with none other than Antares, the Elf King.
He looked like Nephis. Same pale skin. Same silver hair and silver eyes.
But his eyes… they were just silver, cold, empty and ordinary. Not the starlit glow Nephis had in hers.
Still, that didn't make him any less terrifying.
After all, he was no ordinary elf.
He was a king.
"How long are you going to keep this farce up?" Antares said, voice cold, sharp like it was forged in ice.
"You'll either come to me—or I'll come to you, little child."
Little child.
Sophie twitched. Just slightly. But it was there.
It had been a long time since anyone dared speak to her like that. Long enough that the insult almost triggered an automatic attack.
But she held back.
"You're Aphasia's father. I don't want to fight you," she said, steady and calm. "It'd be better if we just stayed like this and let this farce of a war end."
At the mention of Aphasia, Antares's face shifted like he'd just tasted something rotten.
"What's your relationship with her?" he asked immediately, eyes narrowing.
Sophie tilted her head, unbothered. "She's my sister, in a way. We share the same man."
Silence.
Then—
BAAAM—!
Antares's hand came for her face in a blur, the air itself howling at the sheer force behind it.
But Sophie caught it.
Fingers locking fingers. Palm against palm. The impact cracked the ground beneath them.
Yes, that's right—he had tried to slap her.
Like she was a child needing to be corrected.
Like she wasn't Sophie Castria Vaelgrim.
"You're fast," Antares said his voice indifferent, gaze unchanging. "Little girl."
Sophie didn't reply immediately. She was still shocked—not by his strength—but by his arrogance.
The sheer daring of him.
Then she smiled.
Softly.
But her eyes?
Her eyes said murder.
"You want a fight, King Antares?"
She took a step back.
"Then you'll have it."
The moment the words left her mouth—
CRACK!
A bolt of red lightning struck from the sky like divine wrath, slamming into Antares before he could even blink.
He hadn't moved.
He couldn't.
Her grip had locked him in place.
Sophie stepped back, releasing him.
Dust exploded outward from the blast zone.
But when it cleared—
Antares was still standing. Untouched.
His silver hair flowed in the wind like a king out of myth, his eyes glimmering with ancient authority.
"Not bad," he said as he dusted off his shoulder with infuriating calm.
"But if that's all, you should run."
He stared into Sophie's lightning-red eyes without flinching.
"You don't understand the difference in rank," he said slowly. "Especially once you reach the S-tiers… the gap becomes divine."
"I am SS Rank. You're just S Rank. How do you expect to match what I've earned over centuries—what I've perfected through blood, through experimentation, through sacrifice?"
The pressure around her suddenly started to spike. The air became heavy, dense.
Crushing.
"Tell me, little girl. How can you match me?"
"You can't."
"So lower your head when you speak to your elders."
And like the hand of a god, the pressure slammed down on her.
Her head lowered and her knees bent slightly.
From the outside, it looked like submission.
But inside?
Inside, Sophie was boiling.
She wasn't ashamed she bowed as an empress. She wasn't ashamed she bowed on the battlefield.
No, not at all.
She was ashamed that she—Sophie Castria Vaelgrim, wife of Noah Vaelgrim—had bowed her head to anyone else other than her husband.
And that shame, that anger, lit a fire so violent it nearly tore her body apart.
Her head rose.
And when it did, her eyes weren't just red anymore.
They were lightning.
Crimson, raw, crackling and furious.
The air exploded around her.
"You…"
Her voice shook the battlefield.
"You're dead."
RUMBLE—!
The sky darkened. Thunder growled across the heavens.
"I…am Crimson."
CRACKLE—!
Red lightning rained from above.
"I…am Lightning."
BOOOOOOM—!
A colossal bolt slammed into her body—and she changed.
Sophie became lightning incarnate. Arcs danced across her skin, wrapped around her limbs. Her hair sparked and floated and her eyes were twin storms of red lightning.
But she wasn't done.
Not even close.
Her voice cracked the sky itself.
"Elysiari's Apex Form."
And this time—
Antares shuddered.
The king realized he wasn't speaking to a little girl anymore.
The battle had just changed.
…
And while Sophie and Aphasia were pushed to the edge—
Selene sat on her throne of ice, unbothered.
In front of her knelt a dark-skinned elf woman with curves, grace, and eyes full of quiet strength. Her hair and eyes were deep black.
Sonomi Elfborn.
The mother of Nephis and Aphasia.
She was beautiful, regal and like any random elf…she was proud.
But right now?
She was chained.
Ice wrapped around her limbs. Frost clung to her skin. Her breath misted in the air.
Selene tilted her head.
"You really do look like Aphasia," she said. "Only difference are the hair and the eyes."
Her voice was calm and controlled. Like she wasn't surrounded by a battlefield soaked in blood.
And truly,
This was the only ending that could've happened.
Selene was a SSS Rank being. A walking storm of cold divinity.
Sonomi never stood a chance.
Still, she didn't scream and didn't curse.
"What do you want?" she asked softly, though there was a tremble hidden beneath.
Selene smiled gently.
"What makes you think I want something?"
"I was queen for decades. I know that look," Sonomi replied. "You want something."
Selene chuckled softly.
"Sharp huh! I like that."
She leaned forward slightly.
"Indeed, I want something or other, I have a request."
"I don't know what's gotten into me but I've been having this strange urge lately… to spoil my dear son. And I have asked…what can make him happy?"
"I thought about winning this war for him. Killing everyone who looked at him wrong. But honestly?" She shrugged nonchalantly. "He doesn't need that. He can handle all of you on his own."
"So can you guess what can make my son happy?"
She asked as her smile turned sweet.
Too sweet even.
Sonomi's expression shifted.
"No…I…I do not know." she said, her voice was small and shaky as if suddenly afraid.
A pause.
Then Selene spoke softly.
"Well, I will tell you."
"Women. My dear baby likes women."
Selene's smile stretched wider. Obsessive.
And twisted.
"So, dear Queen of Elves…"
"What do you think of becoming my son's maid?"
Yes.
Selene was definitely losing her damn mind.
And truthfully?
She was loving this too much.
—End of Chapter 181—
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