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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC182: 182: Arrival of the Absolute

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: Arrival of the Absolute

Chapter 182 – Arrival of the Absolute

"Threads of Fate."

Elizabeth's voice rang out, loud, clear and unflinching.

In front of her eyes, a silver thread shimmered into existence—delicate, ethereal—stretching across the battlefield until it latched onto one man: Mbam Valdor, the Beast King.

And without mercy—

"Hand of Fate."

She whispered as her hand transformed, strands of silver thread weaving into her skin, until her entire arm became a living tapestry of fate itself.

Then she grasped the thread connected to Mbam—

"Your fate is to lose your body mobility for the next five seconds." Elizabeth said.

Her voice echoed not like a person's voice, but like a decree from something beyond human—a voice that meant what it said.

The effect was immediate.

Mbam froze.

Completely.

Every muscle in his massive beast body locked. Five seconds wasn't long—but at this level of combat?

It was lethal.

Yuki, already behind him, exhaled slowly. Her eyes half-lidded, calm and focused with Intent.

Her katana shimmered.

Then… it changed.

The blade thinned, compressed, until it was no longer a sword—no longer a shape. It became a silver thread, so sharp that space itself sliced around it in faint, invisible tremors.

Time paused.

She took one step—

And struck.

The piercing was silent. Clean. But the effect…

…The effect was dreadful.

A hole opened in Mbam's chest like some goddess had just rejected part of him.

Only then did her voice arrive,

"Vaelgrim's Formless Sword — Piercing Truth."

Time resumed.

King Valdor staggered, blood running from his mouth, down his chin in thick streams of red gold.

"I see you're no longer just talk, Yuki," Elizabeth said as she appeared beside her, her tone casual but proud.

Yuki smirked, her silver-thread blade still humming faintly.

"So you better watch your back, Eli."

Elizabeth scoffed, ready to fire back, but—

A voice interrupted. Deep. Beastly. Ancient.

"You are worthy," said King Valdor, slowly rising to his feet.

His body moved like thunder through molasses—slow, but earth-shaking. Enough to send a chill crawling down both their spines.

He was a SS-rank being. That much was already known.

But now… they felt it.

His presence changed. Grew. Hardened.

He didn't hesitate. No more useless speeches. No waiting.

Just action.

"Concept Activation — King of the Jungle."

Mbam Valdor was a golden lion. A true lion.

And lions weren't kings because they were the biggest, or the fastest, or the most venomous.

They were kings because of mentality.

Because of presence.

Because of focus.

And so when Valdor activated his concept—

It felt like the entire battlefield warped.

Yuki and Elizabeth blinked—

Suddenly, they were in a jungle.

Not one they could see, but one they could feel.

And in that jungle, something was watching them.

A predatory gaze.

A crownless monarch who ruled without question.

Pressure dropped on them like a divine weight, suffocating, bone-crushing.

And then—

"ROOOOAAAARRRR!"

The King announced himself.

BOOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Shockwaves blasted from his body, shattering the ground. Yuki and Elizabeth raised their defenses, their own abilities flaring, but it wasn't enough to stop the force—it knocked them back, feet skidding along stone and blood.

They stopped several meters away. Their hands bruised by the attacks just now.

They slowly looked at each other.

Their eyes were calm, still like water. There was no ripple on them.

Elizabeth spoke first, her blank white eyes glowing like twin white moons.

"Elysiari's Form?"

Yuki immediately shook her head, "Nah, he is not worthy."

Elizabeth chuckled and smirked at her words,

"True! But still…Let's go crazy, shall we?"

Yuki mirrored the smirk. The sword within her eyes pulsed, wild and alive.

"Yes. Let's go crazy."

Then, without missing a beat—

"Vaelgrim's Formless Sword — Void Edge."

"Vaelgrim's Fate Manipulation — Fate Anchor, Type: Fate of Defeat."

And then?

Space erased itself.

Reality twisted. Threads of fate rewrote themselves.

No human mind could truly grasp what happened next. Trying to understand it meant falling into it—becoming part of the destruction they summoned.

…

Far across the battlefield, Anya turned her head.

She saw it.

Where space had once existed… there was now nothing. A void.

She looked north—there, red lightning crashed from the sky, pure destruction incarnate.

She threw her head back and laughed. Loud. Wild. Euphoric.

"YES! YES! YES! This is it! More! More destruction!!"

She trembled with joy, grinning like a mad queen.

But then she paused.

Her eyes narrowed.

"How the fuck… are they causing more destruction than me?"

Her laughter died.

She turned to face the golden-haired Celestial before her—a woman staring down at her like she was an insect, not a force.

As if Anya Vaelgrim, The First Destruction Elysiari, was lesser.

Her bloodline howled.

And Anya smirked.

Of all the women in Noah's harem, hers was the strength no one really knew. They knew she had Destruction Affinity. They knew she was S-Rank.

But that's it.

They didn't know the truth.

They didn't know that, like Yuki was pure sword…

Anya was pure destruction.

She wasn't just destruction-wielding.

She was destruction.

So when she got serious—

Everything in her path would be reduced to dust.

And right now?

Her target was the arrogant bitch in front of her.

She instantly disappeared.

One moment standing. The next—above her opponent.

Grinning wildly. Her whole body radiating madness.

Then—

BOOM.

Her foot crashed down.

"Worldbreaker Step." she whispered.

The world paused. The space around her foot shattered.

Then the Celestial's head exploded. A fountain of golden blood sprayed the sky.

It splashed Anya's face.

Silver-haired, all black-eyed, bloodstained, all while grinning.

A vision of madness.

And she wasn't done.

Not even close.

Today wasn't a fight.

Today was destruction.

She turned to nearby elves and beastmen.

No hesitation.

"Touch of Ruin." She activated another one of her skills again.

And death rose once again.

…

Elsewhere, in the same blood-drenched battlefield…

Katy was on her knees, a deep, gouging wound carved across her chest.

Domy and Ray stood before her, breathing hard, blood staining their skin, their eyes wild and relentless.

It looked like the scene before a matricide.

But then—

A voice rang in their minds.

'Are you two sure? Will that Noah really win?'

It was Katy's voice.

Calm. Still. But inside their heads—not on her lips.

'Don't worry, Mother,' Domy responded. 'He will win. He's not a man. He's a monster.'

'No…' Ray added. 'He's an abomination.'

Katy smiled.

Then raised her head—and spoke aloud,

"I'm sorry… I can't kill my children."

She wasn't talking to them.

She was speaking to the divine soul inside her—the one watching through her eyes.

And then—

She let go.

Her body slumped.

Her heart stopped.

Her soul froze.

And in that moment, the divine soul riding her… was blinded. Deaf. Disconnected.

Domy and Ray rushed forward and caught her body, holding her close.

Then they turned and ran.

"Where's Noah?" Ray asked, running through mud and blood with Katy in his arms.

But just as he asked—

They all felt it.

Something entered the battlefield.

A new presence.

One that stilled everything. One that silenced the world.

It was Absolute.

Noah Vaelgrim… had arrived.

—End of Chapter 182—

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Chapter 183: Chapter 183: My Master, My God

Chapter 183 – My Master, My God

The ground was soaked red.

The air was heavy with death—despair, pain, fear… and blood. You could barely count on two hands the number of people still standing in this battlefield.

More than half of them were dead.

The ones still breathing were either monsters with great talents—or smart enough to betray their faction early.

Because if you betrayed mid-fight? The women showed you no mercy.

None.

They killed, and killed, and killed again.

Noah's faction didn't disappoint either. Their performance had been nothing short of everything he trusted them to be. Especially Eric and Rouge—those two had carved their worth into the battlefield.

Malrik would've been right up there with them… if he stopped being such a simp and actually fought instead of just babysitting Rouge.

A damn heir of Death… simping.

What a fucking disaster.

The Shadowbounds and Bloodhearts had suffered plenty of casualties. But none of them gave a damn.

One was a clan of assassins raised with death. The other? A bloodline of maniacs who bathed in it.

And if you'd seen Red Bloodheart standing over the corpses of beastmen—covered in blood, muscles gleaming, abs sculpted, her red hair wild and her curves still looking like sin itself while she laughed like a lunatic—

Yeah.

You'd understand why someone would jerk off to that.

Kinky?

Whatever.

But they weren't the only devils dancing.

The demons—Lilith, Belzebuth, and their legions—had crushed the dragons and the celestials.

Yeah, they used numbers.

Yeah, they used dirty tricks.

But guess what?

This is war.

And if a certain black-haired and red eyed girl from a certain War Clan ever taught us anything, it's that in war you must be flexible.

And the demons did. They have used everything at their disposal.

And so…they won.

And in the end?

They were right.

…

Elsewhere, the battles of Noah's beautiful, terrifying women were wrapping up as well.

Aphasia stood victorious, her power was pushed to new heights by her transformation. Nephis lay now beneath her, chest to the ground, hair tangled, blood on her lips.

"You… you're being unfair, big sister…" Nephis muttered weakly.

Aphasia sat calmly on her back like it was her throne, smiling like a cat who caught her prey.

"I warned you, didn't I?"

And she laughed.

A small, playful, almost mocking laugh.

…

Not far away, Sophie stood before a broken Antares—the Elf King.

Burn marks covered him. Blood stained his robe. His eyes trembled as he looked at her transformation, his body frozen by a fear too deep to name.

He wasn't afraid of Sophie.

He was afraid of what was inside her.

Because when Noah fused the "World Tree's Lover" bloodline—an upgraded version of Aphasia's—with his Elysiari heritage… something changed inside his bloodline.

Now the Elysiari women carried a scent the elves knew all too well.

The scent of the World Tree.

Their so-called mother.

And to Antares? Facing that scent in battle?

It was blasphemy.

So he dropped his arms.

He gave up.

But it wasn't enough. Not for Sophie.

What he'd done was unforgivable.

"I didn't want to do this to Aphasia's father," she said coldly. "But I don't care anymore."

Her voice dropped like a guillotine:

"Kneel. Or die."

Antares stood frozen, stunned—then slowly… he knelt.

His head hit the bloodstained ground.

A king. A monarch of an entire continent. An SS-rank who'd lived for millennia—bowing before a 20-year-old woman.

Now…that was something worthy.

{DING! DING! DING!}

The Akashic Records chimed, recording his shame.

…

Elsewhere, Morgan lay on the ground, a gaping hole in her chest where her heart used to be.

Still alive—somehow.

What a tenacious woman.

She looked up weakly.

In front of her stood Zara, holding a radiant heart etched with blood-red runes.

Morgan's heart.

Zara smirked.

"See? SS rank? Nothing impressive."

Alice burst out laughing, her laughter shaking the air like bombs going off.

Truly, a devilish duo.

…

Another duo stood in triumph as well.

Yuki and Elizabeth, gazing down at the barely breathing King Valdor.

He wasn't dead. But he was close, very close.

Another minute and he'd bleed out on his own.

"King of the jungle, my foot," Yuki sneered.

"Let's make sure he doesn't die. Husband might want him for something," Elizabeth said sweetly.

Then she tilted her head, eyes gleaming. "But really… what kind of king loses to two small, innocent girls?"

King Valdor coughed up blood, fury burning in his bones.

'Innocent my ass—fuck you both!' he screamed internally, cursing these two monsters to hell.

…

Neko, Ester, Anya, Selene—even Elira, who was busy torturing some suicidal dragon soul—suddenly turned their gazes in the same direction.

Not only them, but all the women turned their head to the same direction.

They felt it.

He was here.

Before anyone else could even notice… they felt him.

Because of their connection.

Because they were his.

The first thing Noah did?

Simple.

…

He arrived silently. No grand entrance. No flash of power.

No one saw him. No one sensed him except his wives.

And that was because he allowed them to.

Because if he didn't not even they would've noticed.

He appeared right behind the draconic beast that had nearly killed Leona.

He placed a hand on its shoulder.

Gentle.

Soft.

But to the beast?

It was like the entire heavens crushed him in that one touch.

Noah's voice was low and cold.

"Who the fuck do you think you are touching my subordinate?"

"Just because you are SS rank means you can bully her? You think that matters to me?"

"What a daring beast."

Frost bloomed from Noah's palm.

And in an instant—the creature froze.

From the inside out.

No resistance. No scream. No movement.

A SS-rank reduced to an ice sculpture.

And Noah?

He didn't even blink.

He walked to Leona, who lay broken, half her body gone. She was minutes from death.

He lifted her into his arms—gently, like she was made of glass.

He raised one finger.

A white flame flickered into existence.

He pressed it softly into the shattered remains of her heart.

BADUM.

Her chest pulsed.

Again.

And again.

Her body began to rebuild. Flesh. Bone. Muscle. Everything returned.

It was Elijah's phoenix flame that he had copied and make better.

Noah smiled faintly.

"Take this as a gift, no… a reward. For all your work and dedication, my little blackmailer disciple."

He then placed her inside a barrier—warm, protective. Then vanished in molten light.

What he left behind wasn't an unconscious Leona.

It was an awakened one.

And in her chest?

Fire.

Fire that melted not just her body, but her soul.

She placed a hand over her heart.

"Truly… my master is the best," she whispered, her voice low but filled with deep emotions.

And like fire always does—

It melted.

Her fear.

Her doubts.

Her heart.

Until all that was left was—

Love.

Devotion.

Worship.

"I… love you… my master… my light… my god." Leona said as her body trembled in pure devotion and love.

[Leona's feelings for you have taken a drastic turn.]

[It is no longer respect and fear.]

[It is now: love, devotion, and worship.]

[Leona's feelings have reached 100%.]

…

Noah appeared before the green dome where Lucius was trapped with the strange elf.

He placed his hand on it.

The dome turned to nothing instantly.

Inside, Orien sat on the ground, looking at him dazed. Lucius was wrapped in some sort of organic wood.

Noah clicked his fingers.

Lucius was freed instantly.

Orien blinked up.

"What the fuck—someone prettier than me in this barren world?" he said, stunned.

Noah tilted his head.

"You… are quite interesting."

He smiled.

"Fine. I'll capture you too."

Transparent spirits appeared—binding Orien in place.

Noah tossed Lucius a small flame, void black and gently pulsing.

A flame of nothingness.

"Take it. You earned it. It's not what I promised, but it's a step closer."

Then he vanished.

Like a shadow walking through sunlight.

…

Everything he'd done—no one saw.

Only his wives knew.

Then—

He let himself be felt.

And in that instant—Domy, Ray, and Elijah all sensed him.

Elijah froze.

He didn't even have time to react before Noah appeared right in front of him with a smiling face.

He glanced down at Oliver, Aiden, and Patricia—bloodied, broken, barely alive.

He sighed.

"I gave you the chance to take your revenge," he said to Aiden and Patricia. "But as you can see… you can't. Not even your father could."

He clicked his finger and instantly the three were teleported away—right beside Eric and Rouge.

Then Noah turned to Elijah.

Or more specifically—

The woman beside him.

Foxy.

Or rather—

"Lorna, how was your stay with our dear Chosen One?" Noah asked with a smile.

Elijah froze. His heart skipped a beat.

He turned slowly, mechanically toward Foxy. And there he saw something that completely chilled his heart.

Foxy was smirking.

A sly, beautiful smirk only a fox could wear.

"It was quite boring, master," she said in a mocking tone, voice rich with amusement.

—End of Chapter 183—

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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC184: 184: Eternal Slave of Noah Vaelgrim

Chapter 184: Chapter 184: Eternal Slave of Noah Vaelgrim

Chapter 184 – Eternal Slave of Noah Vaelgrim

"It was quite boring, master," Lorna said with a smile. Her voice was mocking, and even held disdain in it.

Elijah's eyes widened in shock. He looked at Lorna as if he couldn't believe what just happened.

No. His mind refused to process it.

Foxy… his foxy… she was Noah's subordinate?

"Since… since when?" Elijah asked, his voice hoarse in pain.

No matter what, he had passed ten years of his most difficult and solitary life with Lorna. She had been with him, supported him through all those difficulties and challenges.

She had been there.

And he had appreciated and loved her presence so much that he was ready to take her with him everywhere. To make her see the higher universe her goddess talked about so much.

But… all of this was fake? Her smiling at him was fake? Her helping him tend to his injuries during training was fake? Her looking at him as if he was her whole world was… false?

Elijah's body started to tremble, to shake, in pain, in agony, and in… anger and hatred.

Agony for all that was fake.

Hatred for being played by someone he loved.

"SINCE WHEN???" he shouted as he charged toward Lorna, wanting to kill her, but—

"Easy, man," Noah's voice echoed as Lorna was instantly teleported to his side, leaving Elijah only striking the air.

Lorna sneered. "As pathetic as ever," she said straight to his face.

There was no emotion. No pity for him.

After all, truly, she never cared about Elijah. All that she had done was for him—for Noah—for her master.

Lorna held Noah's right hand and looked at him with beautiful golden fox eyes, speaking in a sweet and sly voice, "I deserve a reward, master."

Noah smiled. "You will have it. Let me finish this," he said, as he started to walk toward Elijah.

Strangely, since the start of this conversation, the battlefield had been deadly silent, and everyone was watching this scene.

The Noah and Elijah scene.

And everyone felt a chill when they realized the beast Elijah had protected even during battle was, in fact, Noah's pet.

It was… scary.

Hell, even Noah's women hadn't known. And that was exactly when they understood how Noah was aware of Elijah's return and location.

It had been Lorna all along.

After all—

"Lorna was my second beast, after Premier."

Yes, Lorna was also a fused beast. He had used multiple A-rank golden foxes, killed and fused them, to create Lorna.

In a sense, she was Premier's little sister.

And you know, each beast Noah obtained through fusion had this instinctive pull to follow and obey him.

That's why he dared to put Lorna in Elijah's path when he took that mission.

He knew Elijah. He knew he wouldn't pass up the chance to get a contracted beast.

"It was me who made sure you got the mission to kill a wolf," Noah continued.

"Do you remember who told you to take that mission?"

Elijah's brain flashed as he answered instinctively, "Leona…?" he muttered, and his eyes started to widen again.

Noah smirked.

And as if on cue… Leona appeared behind Noah and kneeled.

"My master," she said, with an obsessive and devoted expression.

"As you can see, she was also under my orders to be close to you and gain your attention. So the one you thought was on your side all along…"

"…just acted like I told her to act."

A sharp pain pierced Elijah's heart. He was having trouble breathing properly.

It was agonizing to realize that all this time… you've been manipulated. That all the people you thought was close to you, all the people you were ready to protect, to love, to die for… were in fact just playing you.

And as he looked at their expressions when they stood behind Noah, he knew…

They never loved or even cared about him.

He had been a plaything.

Him, the Champion of Light, had been a plaything.

Him, Justicia's sword and Justicia's lover, had been… a plaything.

And at this realization…

He snapped. His eyes glowed like molten golden steel as he immediately shot toward Noah.

"I WILL KILL YOU!" he roared—a roar filled not just with anger, but deep, soul-shattering pain.

A golden sword appeared in his hand as he slashed forward.

Through it all, Noah just looked at him calmly. And then he spoke.

"Concept Activation — The First Word."

The whole world froze, as if holding its breath.

"You are The Crippled Hero."

Noah… had named Elijah. Not a nickname. It was almost a true name.

The only difference was that the name would only last as long as Noah kept his concept active.

But as long as he did…

Elijah was The Crippled Hero, and so—

BOOM!

Elijah immediately fell to the ground like a bitch, his head slamming into the dirt.

He just lay there, eyes wide. He didn't feel pain in his body… but he could feel—he could no longer use his mana. Not even his arms.

He raised his head shakily, just enough to see Noah's white, runic eyes.

A chill coursed through his spine.

'How… how could he be this strong?'

'And… why? Why me?'

"What… what did I do wrong to you?" he asked, looking at Noah with something he never thought he'd feel again—fear.

Because I don't think you understand what Noah just did.

He named a being—in a way that crippled him. Not with force. Not with a technique.

With words. Only words.

Something even Alice would not be able to do.

Because Noah could only do this thanks to his true name. After all… he was "The Name That Names All."

Noah approached and silently sat in a chair made of fire and light.

The same power he had copied from Elijah.

He crossed his leg and looked at Elijah on the ground, unable to even budge. Unable to escape.

"You did nothing to me," Noah said with a smile.

His voice echoed across the battlefield.

Everyone listened.

"I was just lost. And I needed a very specific goal in my mind to keep going."

Because after all, he had been thrown into a world he didn't know, a world where he was weak, a world where he was destined to die.

For a guy from Earth who had lived in peace…

It was not easy to support the weight of so many crushing things.

He needed a way. He needed something to keep going. Some… motivation, let's say.

And it was easy. He just targeted the chosen one and his harem.

And truly—

"You have been great, Elijah."

"You don't realize it yet, but thanks to you, I've met many beautiful and wonderful women," Noah said, looking at his women with a loving smile.

"But your use has come to an end. And now it's time for you to die."

"But I am not a cruel man."

Noah smirked.

"I won't kill you before letting you see the one who made you who you are."

He snapped his fingers, and instantly a woman appeared beside him.

A woman Elijah would recognize in any lifetime.

His mother.

Christelle—with her beautiful brown hair and eyes.

"M-Mother!! Are you okay?" he asked, panic in his voice. He had missed her so much and couldn't wait to finish this battle and go see her.

And how could he not love her? It was her who was there when he was nothing. Who made sure he had the opportunity to awaken by kneeling before Oliver for hours.

He was grateful to her. He loved her. And he would have given her everything she ever wanted after he won this battle, but—

Elijah's heart started to sink as he looked at his mother's expression.

She… wasn't even looking at him.

Him. Her son.

She was only looking at Noah—with a deep and worshipful gaze that made Elijah feel a chill in his heart.

And slowly, his mind blanked out as he saw his mother kneeling before Noah, and saying, in a sweet and sensual voice—

"My master… you called me?"

The way she said "my master" was filled with pride.

As if being Noah's slave was a glorified position.

Noah smiled, looking at Elijah—whose eyes were now blank.

He was shattered inside.

Betrayal after betrayal.

And now, his mother?

His mind couldn't handle it. So it shut down.

Noah shook his head and looked at Christelle. "Do you not feel anything for your son?"

Christelle's face didn't change.

"I only care about you, master. Not a child who abandoned his mother for years."

Christelle was truly a lost cause. But after being fucked by Noah for five years straight or even more because of the time dilation inside the realm…

She was devoted. Truly devoted. Her feelings were now at one hundred percent. She was a willing slave.

Hell, she even called herself proudly Noah's slave. She claimed that position.

It was maddening.

But weirdly… it was exciting.

Noah smiled softly. He looked down at Elijah and couldn't help but lament how easy it had been.

He didn't even have to lift a finger.

But that's just how it is.

That's just how much of an abomination he was. Anything less than this, and he'd have shamed his two senior abominations.

But there was still something left. Or rather… someone to take care of.

He stood up and placed a hand on Elijah's head. He didn't wait. He didn't hesitate.

The moment he touched it, he removed the name he had given.

And immediately, with his soul talent, soul manipulation, and Slave Master title—he took control of Elijah's soul in a heartbeat.

And as if all of this wasn't enough, he gave him a new name.

"Eternal Slave of Noah Vaelgrim."

Click—

Elijah Stoneheart, the Champion of Light… had become Noah's eternal slave.

And at that moment—

"YOU DAREEEEEEE!!!!"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!

Half of the world of Laeh exploded as a divine voice, filled with fury and hatred, echoed through the heavens.

Billions of people died.

All because—

Noah raised his head calmly and looked at the sky.

There she was.

Beautiful. Divine.

A golden-haired, golden-eyed woman.

Justicia, the Goddess of Light and Justice, had arrived.

—End of Chapter 184—

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Chapter 185: Chapter 185: The Pathetic End of the Goddess's Favorite

Chapter 185 – The Pathetic End of the Goddess's Favorite

Justicia finally appeared in Laeh.

And she did it with a bang—her arrival alone killed half the population of Laeh and caused destruction everywhere. But nothing touched the center of the continent.

Because Justicia made it that way.

She didn't want to hurt Elijah. Not unintentionally.

And as she thought that, she looked at him—her champion, her sword, her love—and what she saw made her heart clench in pain... but also ignite with a deep, burning anger.

Her champion had become the eternal slave of someone else.

She didn't need anyone to explain. She could see it, with her level of power. The marks, the bindings, the truth in his soul.

And that's why—

"How dare you?" Her voice rumbled through the heavens, so divine, so absolute, that it made mortals feel the urge to kneel and worship her for all eternity.

She looked with divine fury at Noah, who just looked at her calmly.

"How dare I?" he said with a raised brow. "Why wouldn't I dare?"

"He was ready to kill all of us here. So what happened to him is fitting."

Justicia scoffed in disgust and anger. "He is my champion. He can do anything."

"So now, release him. Or I will destroy this whole world."

Justicia's power began to flare, and space itself started to crack and unravel.

But Noah didn't flinch. Didn't blink. He didn't give a single fuck about the display.

"Don't act," Noah said, smirking. "You're not fooling anyone, Justicia."

"You're too powerful for this world. And this world limits you greatly. You no longer have your original strength. Hell, I know you can't even stay here for long."

He paused, tilted his head slightly.

"How much time do you have left? Not even a minute, right?" he asked, voice thick with mockery.

And Justicia's body trembled—subtly—but enough for him to notice.

Because it was true.

She had been too impulsive. She used a huge part of her power upon arrival, obliterating half the world in a fit of divine rage. And now, only a sliver remained.

An SSS-rank level of power.

Because this world limit was just SSS rank.

She should have destroyed this whole world instead en entering it. But she couldn't because of Elijah.

And now she will pay the price. And even then, this wasn't the full punishment. The other factions—Celestials, Demons, Dragons, Elves, Beasts—they would never let this go.

After all, she had intervened in a battle between champions.

And that was not what they have agreed upon all together.

This act was a risk. A reckless one. One that would surely cost her greatly—all for her lover.

Because by now, Justicia knew... this world wouldn't be hers. No matter how much she had invested in it, the bitter truth was plain.

But there were countless worlds out there. She would not stagnate forever.

But Elijah?

There was only one of him.

And she couldn't lose him.

So she risked it all. Came to this cursed world for him.

And if after all that, she still couldn't save him—because her time was limited, and her power was only SSS-rank—something she could see wouldn't help him win against Noah, let alone in only one minute.

She clenched her fists. Hard. Very, very hard.

A Celestial like her... a Celestial Saint like her... someone who could destroy this entire weak world if given enough time... was now being mocked by a mortal.

Her pride was deeply wounded.

But she held it in.

"What do you want, mortal?" Justicia asked, forcing her expression to remain dignified.

Noah smiled inwardly.

He missed this.

This type of discussion. Where he held the leash. Where he had all the power. Where he could blackmail a goddess without even blinking.

Truly, it's a bliss.

"Let me remind you of your situation," Noah said. "You have less than one minute to possibly save your precious champion. You know that, don't you?"

He grinned.

"You can't do shit to me, Justicia."

He didn't even try to hide the arrogance in his voice. It bled through every word.

Justicia almost—almost—lost her composure. She wanted to slap him so hard his head would do a 180-degree spin.

But she didn't.

Because it was the truth.

'You... you will regret this,' she thought bitterly, the words burning inside her.

Noah saw her twisting expression and laughed inwardly.

Clearly, this woman wasn't used to being challenged.

She didn't even know how to hide her emotions.

Noah shook his head. Time to end this farce.

And what a daring thing to call it—a farce—when standing before a divine being.

But Noah didn't care.

His voice was calm. Steady.

He snapped his fingers—and instantly, a barrier fell over the battlefield. One that ensured only he and Justicia could hear what was about to be said.

Everyone else? Cut off.

"Let's go straight to the point, Justicia," Noah said. "You want Elijah's freedom, right?"

"Yes," Justicia replied. Her tone was cold, but there was a storm in her eyes.

"Then give me the same thing," Noah said. "Freedom for freedom."

He smirked.

"Do you understand what I mean, Justicia?"

"If you want his freedom, then I want you as my slave. After all... I should gain something from this fucking mess you created, right?"

Justicia didn't respond.

She couldn't.

She was too stunned.

Did this... mortal... just ask her—Justicia, a Celestial Saint—to become his slave?

Her expression twisted into one of pure rage as she shouted—

"YOU—!"

But before she could even finish—

"Silence."

The world went still.

Noah's concept.

Everything he said—became. Every word he named, carried the attribute he chose to give it.

So when he said silence—the universe obeyed.

Justicia looked at him, stunned, her lips frozen mid-scream.

"You may speak," Noah said, and instantly, she felt the ability return.

But she didn't speak.

She couldn't.

Her mind was reeling.

'What kind of concept is this...? Why does it feel so eerily similar to the Akashic Records...?'

And that's when she truly looked at Noah.

Not as a mortal.

Not as a brat who enslaved her lover.

But as something else.

Someone else.

And that's also when she finally noticed something... when her divine rage wore off, even just a little—

'He is... abnormally beautiful for a mortal.'

Something many already knew.

But still—it shocked her.

Because if he looked like this now... what would he look like at higher stages?

"You don't have much time left, Justicia," Noah said, his voice snapping her back to the moment.

"And let me make it clear—if you refuse, if you go back to where you came from..."

He smirked.

"I'll kill him. I have no interest in taking a male slave."

Justicia bit her lip hard in frustration.

But the thought of letting Elijah die?

It didn't sit right with her.

So—

Justicia did something she never thought she would do in all her life.

Something inconceivable for any divine being.

Justicia... accepted to bind herself to Noah.

To save Elijah from eternal enslavement.

And the moment she accepted—

The Akashic Records responded immediately as if only waiting for this.

{Justicia, Celestial Saint. Are you sure you are willing to be the eternal slave of Noah Vaelgrim?}

{Accepting means a point of no return. You will be eternally bound to him.}

Justicia hesitated. Her eyes flickered with resistance. Her heart was heavy.

But time... was not on her side.

So—

"I accept," she said. Her voice was hoarse.

She came to this world to save her lover—only to become a slave herself.

Justicia laughed.

But it was hollow. Bitter. Full of loathing.

Because she knew—if her faction learned what she had done for a man...

They would kill her. No hesitation. No mercy.

She had disgraced the Celestial race.

And without a doubt—she would be erased.

Meanwhile, Noah was reading the new title granted to him by the universe.

{Title: The Divine Enslaver}

{Your existence has been enhanced exponentially.}

{You have reached the next threshold.}

{Choose your domain and elevate yourself.}

Noah smirked.

But that could wait. There were still things to finish.

He stepped forward and slapped Elijah hard across the face.

Instantly, Elijah woke up, eyes blinking, head dizzy.

"W-Where... where am I?" he asked weakly.

"My love, are you okay? Don't worry, everything will be alright from now on," Justicia said quickly, eyes trembling, voice soft with affection.

There was no doubt, she truly loved him.

"Free him now. Like you promised," she added, looking at Noah.

Her tone... respectful. Almost submissive.

She feared he might use her new bindings against her.

Noah smiled wider.

"I did say I'd free him. And I will keep my word."

"But..."

Justicia's heart began to sink.

And Noah's grin widened even more.

"I never said I'd let him live, did I?"

"After all, isn't death a sort of freedom too?"

"No... no..." Justicia whispered. Her body trembled—but she didn't move.

Because she couldn't.

Noah stood before the broken Elijah.

No glory left. No pride. No light. No fire.

Only a pitiful shell.

Noah shook his head.

"I would've loved to let you live. But I don't like loose ends. Since the start... it was either you live—or I do."

"So go and die, Elijah Stoneheart The Chosen One."

Without hesitation, a golden sword appeared in his hand.

And with one flawless strike—

Elijah's head was severed.

Not just his body. His soul was cut too.

And as life started to escape his grasp, Elijah's mind cleared for a moment, and in that moment he couldn't help but wonder one last time...

'What...what did I do to you?'

Why him?

The response was simple.

It was just because he was the protagonist. He was the biggest tree. He was the brightest light. He was the hottest fire.

So, he became the target. After all, when you look for a goal, wouldn't you target something that stand out the most?

Noah did just that.

He targeted the brightest light and he finished by surpassing that light and snuffed it out.

Yes,

That confirmed it.

Elijah Stoneheart, the Champion of Light, was dead.

And at his death—

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

A deep, soul-tearing scream echoed through the world.

But to Noah?

It felt like music.

The song that marked the end of a long Chapter.

Or more accurately—

The end of a long volume.

—End of Chapter 185—

—End of Volume 3: The Pathetic End of the Goddess's Favorite—

A/N:

Your opinion is welcomed.

Thank you for reading!

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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC186: The Illustrious Vaelgrim Family

Chapter 186: Chapter 186: The Illustrious Vaelgrim Family

Chapter 186 – The Illustrious Vaelgrim Family

Justicia stood there, staring at Elijah's decapitated head. Golden blood gushed from the severed stump—proof of how divine he was becoming.

She didn't know what to say. She didn't even know what to feel.

Her emotions were in shambles.

She felt sadness. Pain. Anger. Loathing. Hatred... all at once.

And that tore her heart apart—deeply, profoundly, mercilessly.

"Haa... haa..."

She gasped for breath as her knees gave out and she dropped to the ground, her golden eyes welling with tears—golden tears.

It was beautiful... and it was pitiful at the same time.

Right now, right here, she didn't look like the hypocrite goddess who was ready to do anything for her power advancement...

No.

She looked like a girl mourning the death of the love of her life.

Sad. Broken. Pathetic. A divine being reduced to ruin.

"Ah... ah... no... no..."

She started slow, her voice hoarse and trembling.

"No no no no no no..."

Then she snapped. Her voice rose, faster, louder—echoing across the ruined battlefield, echoing through space itself.

And finally—

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!" Justicia cried out, her golden tears falling like molten despair, shimmering, endless, hopeless.

Even just looking at her...

You would feel it. That pain—burning and pure and unbearable.

You would.

Even Noah did.

And he felt it.

He watched with calm eyes. Her tears. Her broken posture. Her crumbling divinity.

For a moment... he even felt sympathy.

But he shook it off immediately.

There was no room for that. There never was.

Because there was no choice.

Or more accurately—

This was the only outcome possible for him.

Elijah's absolute death. No reincarnation. No second chance. No hope.

Because Noah didn't like loose ends.

And the same way he had reincarnated into this world, Elijah could've too—if his soul had remained intact.

So Noah didn't just kill the body.

He killed the soul.

As for keeping him as a slave? That was even riskier.

Elijah had the protagonist's fate. Logic, after all this novel was for him to shine. So no matter how strong the chains, it was very probable that fate would have bent the world to help him escape.

And Noah couldn't afford that.

So in the end—

'True death was the only possible outcome for him,' Noah thought, coldly, as he stepped forward toward Justicia.

Now that she was bound to him, it seemed the Akashic Records allowed her to remain in this world without breaking it.

Truly...

'You really favor me.'

And what a cheat it was—to be loved by the one who bore witness to everything between heaven and earth.

As Noah stood in front of the kneeling, weeping goddess, he crouched and reached out—grabbing her chin, lifting her head to meet his gaze.

A bold act.

But he was the master now.

And she? She was the slave.

Powerless against him. Powerless against the one who killed her lover. And that very thought crushed her further.

Her golden eyes dimmed—significantly.

And as Noah watched her...

This scene hit him.

Because it felt familiar.

It was like the tale of Rome and Emily. Where Rome killed Emily's lover—his own brother—and forced her to marry him, to bear his children.

Noah had killed Justicia's lover.

He had enslaved her.

He had, practically, forced her to be with him.

So yes—he was close to doing what Rome did.

But there was one fundamental difference.

Noah was not Rome.

He was better. So much better.

"Are you sad?" Noah asked softly, his white runic eyes glowing.

It was an obvious question.

And Justicia didn't respond. Her gaze was empty. Hollow. Lifeless.

As if she had no will left to exist.

But Noah kept speaking.

"But can you blame me? It was your fault after all. You spoiled Elijah so much he thought everyone was beneath him. So much he thought he could trample anyone in his path and just keep walking like nothing happened. But..."

He paused, his tone cold.

"That's not how this world works, Justicia."

"So what's the point of crying over spilled milk?"

"Accept it. Accept this as fate. Move on. Move on with your new life, move on with your new role, and get back to the old you—because I have no intention of taking care of a broken thing."

His voice was soft.

But his words were as cold as death itself.

And yet... they brought light back into her eyes.

Because if there's one thing more primal than the pain of losing someone you love—

It's the fear of dying meaninglessly.

And if Noah saw her as a broken toy... then her fate was already sealed.

Because now—she was just a slave.

So, she gathered herself. Piece by piece. Pulled her shame together and swallowed her despair.

And bowed her head to Noah.

Noah watched her.

And smiled.

"Good. Looks like you're finally with us. What's your power level now?"

"Limited at SSS-rank in this world," Justicia answered quietly, meekly.

To see such a being, such a divine figure, answering like this?

It was... something else.

"I'll send you to a realm," Noah said casually. "Someone's been dying to meet you."

Justicia's eyes widened slightly. "...Elizabeth," she whispered.

Noah smirked.

"Indeed."

Snap—

Justicia vanished, teleported into his realm.

Noah exhaled softly.

Facing a being that strong—even weakened—was nerve-wracking.

All he wanted now was rest.

But he couldn't.

He had to finish this war properly. Had to prepare for what was coming.

Because from this point forward—

The factions would know.

They would be aware.

They would be watching.

They would all know of the Elysiari.

And so—

"I guess it's time to step onto higher ground," he said with a grin, before vanishing from the realm he had created for this final meeting.

...

The battle was over. And as for the winner?

It was obvious.

It wasn't the elves.

It wasn't the beasts.

It wasn't the Celestials.

It wasn't the dragons.

Not even the humans.

It was... the Vaelgrim Family.

A name now etched into the minds of every living soul who witnessed that battlefield.

A name no one would dare disrespect again.

Because they had seen it. With their own eyes.

They had seen the silver-haired women beat—and even humiliate—the strongest leaders of the known world.

Young girls did that.

They had seen them kill the invaders—the Celestials, the Dragons—beings most mortals had only heard of in myths.

And most of all—

They had seen the man behind all of it.

Noah Vaelgrim.

The husband of those women.

The man who enslaved a goddess.

The man who toyed with a chosen one.

The man who stood above fate and played with destiny itself.

They had seen it all.

And in that moment, they understood—

The Vaelgrim Family would be untouchable.

Because this world... now belonged to them.

And whoever dared to oppose them...

That very thought sent chills down the spines of even the most hardened warriors, as they imagined what those beautiful—but terrifying—women would do to their enemies.

But while the world began to slowly heal...

The High Elves, the Divine Beasts, the Dragons, the Celestials, and even the Demons—

They were all aware.

All of them.

They knew what happened that day.

And now—they had turned their gaze to Laeh.

Because somewhere on that tiny world...

There existed a group of people who could stand against them, against their little toys.

And that...

That demanded attention.

—End of Chapter 186—

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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC187: 187: I Love You, Noah

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: I Love You, Noah

Chapter 187 – I Love You, Noah

A couple of days had passed since that day.

That day when the Vaelgrim family claimed the world for itself.

A day that would be remembered by the people of Laeh—forever.

A day The Records didn't miss. They immediately responded, rewarding them in the only way fitting for those who had claimed a world without a divine being backing them.

A title worthy of their feat.

'The Ruler of a World.'

A title that granted them authority over Laeh itself. Authority that made them, in every sense of the word, mini-gods within it.

Now?

Nothing could touch them.

Nothing could threaten them.

If they wanted lightning to rain endlessly, it would.

If they wanted the world to burn under an eternal sun, it would.

If they wanted to reshape the continents or rewrite the restrictions placed on the population, they could.

Because they were the rulers of the world.

The Records itself had confirmed it—and granted them the divine authority.

But Noah?

Noah received more.

One more title than them—and frankly, it made perfect sense.

Because let's be honest, if it wasn't for Noah, none of the women would have been strong enough to go against the champions of other races—let alone Elijah, who had been spoiled rotten by his goddess.

Noah made everything possible.

And The Records—fair as ever—rewarded the worthy.

Especially when that worthy one happened to be their favorite.

'The Claimer of Worlds.'

That was the title Noah received.

It looked simple, right?

But it wasn't.

This was a title that gave Noah the right to enter any world he wants—and claim it.

Either by killing that world's will… or by subduing it.

Do you understand how insane that is?

Beings are normally limited in travel. Their power often restricts them from stepping into other worlds.

But Noah?

He was different now.

He could walk into any world he wanted—no rules, no backlash—and claim it as his.

An unfair title, truly.

Because with it? Noah could nuke a weaker world. Kill its will. Take over. Claim dominion.

And nothing—nothing—would happen to him.

Fucking unfair.

But that's how this universe works.

Do something insane. Get rewarded with something more insane. Use that reward to do something even worse. And the cycle repeats.

It's a loop. A concept so simple, it almost sounds stupid.

But the thing is—

Not many can survive the loop.

…

Inside the realm, Noah and his women gathered again for another small meeting.

The seats were filled. Each woman sat with proud expressions on their faces.

How could they not?

They had just made an entire world bow to them.

"Ah… I want more of this, husband," Anya said, flushed. "Let's go to another world and beat them into submission."

No one replied. They were used to her chaos. This girl loved nothing more than destruction.

"The people now know the identity of the Absolute Deity," Elizabeth said suddenly, a soft smile on her lips, her blank white eyes glowing with mystical clarity.

"Now they all know that Noah Vaelgrim, the Patriarch of the Vaelgrim Family, is the Absolute Deity."

"And that made everything easier. Millions of people across the worlds are embracing our faith. Worshipping you, my love."

Noah smiled softly at that.

"You should be worshipped just as much as me, ladies. After all, you did all the work. It was you who fought the leaders of this world. People you never even imagined standing before—let alone touching—let alone beating into submission."

He looked at all of them with a warm smile.

But also with pride. Deep, overwhelming pride.

"The journey wasn't easy. You trained hard. You suffered. You pushed through challenges—spiritual and physical. And now?"

"Now you've come out the other side as something magnificent."

"You, my dear women."

Those words lit up their hearts.

Sophie couldn't help but remember how hard she'd trained just to be worthy of the Empress title. To be able to stand beside Noah—not as a background character, but as a sovereign in her own right. And so, when she heard Noah acknowledge her—her efforts—her soul shimmered. Her eyes glistened.

She wasn't alone.

Yuki felt emotional too.

Because she had grinded relentlessly for her Formless Sword. The process had been torturous. But she succeeded—beautifully. Her sword affinity had now reached the Transformation Rank.

And she deserved it. She was worthy.

Because this girl had made her sword formless. Literally.

She was the only one worthy of wielding it.

And so she smiled—a smile filled with love, filled with quiet triumph.

Each of them, in their own way, remembered their path.

Alive remembered the pain of being voiceless, of struggling with unstable powers—but that was over now. Thanks to Noah.

Zara remembered the sorrow, the isolation, the emptiness. Her parents. Her loneliness. Now? She had a husband. Sisters. A family ready to slaughter anything that tried to hurt their Heart Weaver. And all of it—every change, every light in her dark—was thanks to Noah. Even her name, the name that reshaped her soul.

Aphasia remembered being a prideful little elf princess. Arrogant. Entitled. Born of origin and talent. But Noah broke that illusion. He didn't destroy her—he helped her rebuild herself. Into something better.

Elizabeth? She remembered being just a trapped soul inside Justicia's grasp. If not for Noah… she didn't even know what her future would have been. And every time she thought about that—about how he saved her—she fell even deeper.

'I truly love you to death, my love,' she thought.

So sincerely that tears fell down her cheeks. Because sometimes, love can't be spoken. It can only pour out.

Anya, Neko, Ester, Dominique—each of them felt it. That wave of reflection, of love, of realization that their lives had been forever changed.

Even the milfs—Elira, Selene, Lilith—felt it too.

Because all of this…

All of it…

Was because of him.

And so—without planning, without prompting—with perfect divine synchronization:

"I love you, Noah."

They all said it. Together.

Their voices warping and wrapping into one another.

And to Noah?

It was the most beautiful melody he had ever heard.

He laughed.

And it wasn't cruel. It wasn't arrogant. It was warm. Full. Overflowing with joy.

So pure, so radiant, that the entire realm—no, the entire world of Laeh—was bathed in golden light.

Light so peaceful and serene… the world paused.

Just to enjoy it.

"I love you too, ladies," Noah said gently.

Then, after a moment, he added—softly, but firmly:

"But let's not get complacent."

A smirk tugged at his lips.

"This is just the start, right? Our family can't be limited to one world, can it?"

And at his words—

They grinned.

Evilly. Devilishly.

There was no pity in their eyes. No softness. Only one thing.

Unfiltered. Unapologetic. Dominance.

"Let's dominate all things, shall we?"

Noah asked, his smirk growing.

And their answer?

"Of course, husband. Anything you want."

Truly…

What loving and dedicated women.

—End of Chapter 187—

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Chapter 188: Chapter 188: Fourteen of him

Chapter 188 – Fourteen of him.

After the small meeting, each of them went off to do their own thing.

As of now, Noah hadn't told them what direction to take yet.

Because before that, he had to know more about the universe in general. To understand its structure, its dangers, and where exactly they stood. Only then could he decide what to do next.

Obvious, right?

Indeed.

But before anything else—there were some people he had to talk to.

Mainly… the ones his women—or he himself—had captured.

And as for Justicia?

Well… Elizabeth was taking care of her at the moment.

…

In one of the castle's rooms, Elizabeth sat calmly on a throne-like chair, her legs elegantly crossed, directly facing Justicia.

Her expression was cold—unfeeling—and Justicia looked like a rabbit cornered by a wolf.

She was scared.

And at that sight, Elizabeth couldn't help but shake her head in utter disappointment and pity.

"Is this what you've become? A scared cat, not even able to look me in the eyes?"

Truly, she was distraught. She wanted to see her defiant. She wanted to bash her face into the ground and make her cry out in pain. That was the plan.

But this?

This pitiful display?

It killed all the fun. The desire to slap her repeatedly just… faded.

Elizabeth sighed. She didn't even know why she felt like this—but there was no point in thinking about it.

"Let's make this fast. I want to enjoy my free time with Noah while I can."

"So, Justicia… who am I?" Elizabeth asked seriously, her eyes locking onto hers.

That was the question. The one that burned the most.

She knew she was a Celestial. She knew she came from elsewhere. She knew she had somehow ended up in Laeh.

But how? Why? What was she before all this?

And what was her relationship with Justicia—what gave her the gall to bind her?

Justicia sighed softly at the question.

She didn't want to answer. Not because she wanted to keep secrets—but because this wasn't just about her. This wasn't a normal situation. This involved beings that could erase her entire existence with a flick of a finger.

But what choice did she have?

She was a slave now. A slave who couldn't harm her master or his family in any way.

And Elizabeth… was family.

"I… I can't tell you," Justicia whispered, "because even speaking of it will alert them. And once their gaze falls on this world…"

She didn't finish.

Because it didn't need to be said.

Even if the Celestial Factions knew they had lost a World Contest, the upper echelons didn't care. They didn't monitor every middle-ranked world.

But if she spoke?

They would look.

And if they looked… then death would follow.

Elizabeth didn't need her to finish either.

Because the moment she asked that question, her senses—tied to fate itself—flared violently.

Her fate power screamed.

And the message was clear.

'If I push further… the Vaelgrim family will all die?'

Elizabeth's expression turned grim. Absolutely grim.

She looked up and met Justicia's eyes.

She didn't speak.

She couldn't speak.

Her family was the one thing she couldn't risk.

Not even a little.

"But I can tell you one thing," Justicia said quietly.

"I am—and I was never—your enemy. What I did to you… was the only way to keep you hidden. And now that the bindings are gone… they will know. Sooner or later."

Her expression was grim. Still. Quiet.

Elizabeth didn't doubt her. She didn't need to. Her power made lies useless.

Justicia was telling the truth.

Elizabeth sighed, a headache already forming.

'This… this is going to be bothersome.'

And truly—she had no idea how right she was.

…

While Elizabeth was enjoying her little rainbow-and-sunshine chat with a divine prisoner,

Aphasia was having a rather particular conversation—with her sister and her mother.

"What did you just say?" Nephis asked incredulously, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Sonomi sighed. She didn't like this either—but she had no choice.

"It was either become a maid… or get frozen to death," she said, trying to explain just how hopeless her situation had been.

But what she didn't expect was Nephis staring at her like she had just betrayed her deepest trust.

"How could you do this to me, mother?! Didn't I always tell you I wanted a silver-haired, beautiful, powerful human man to marry?! And now you beat me to it?!"

Her face was full of betrayal.

Sonomi's lips twitched. "You never said human, though…"

"Don't sweat the details, mother. That's not the point!"

Nephis snapped, then turned her eyes toward Aphasia—who had been watching this whole thing with barely hidden amusement.

"Sister! Tell him I'm ready to marry him anytime, anywhere. Hell, I'll even be his maid if I have to!"

And she was dead serious.

Ever since she saw Noah's face, Nephis hadn't been able to stop thinking about him.

He was too… divine.

'Truly fabulous. I want fourteen of him. Right now. Right here.'

That was her first thought the moment she saw him.

And the fact that he was married to her sister?

'Meh. Who cares? My sister and I shared many things when we were younger… Why not a man now?'

She smirked at that thought. Deeply. Inwardly.

"I'm not the only one who decides these things, you know," Aphasia said with a smile. "You'd have to ask the others too."

"Then why is mother's situation different?" Nephis asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Because maids are different. Each of us can allocate a certain number of maids to Noah. I haven't used mine yet. For mother… it was Selene who chose her specifically."

And before she did, she asked for permission. And why would Aphasia have refused?

Being Noah's maid—The Progenitor's maid—was something most women in Laeh would kill for.

"Then make me a maid," Nephis said, grinning as if she could already feel the thrill of seeing him every day. Being beside him. Serving him. Or maybe—

Her face turned red.

She had to stop those wild thoughts before they got out of control.

She looked up.

Sonomi and Aphasia were both staring at her like she was filth incarnate.

"You're too horny, Nephis," Aphasia said in a flat tone, eyes blank.

"When did my two daughters turn out like this?" Sonomi lamented to herself on the side, wondering if she had failed that badly as a mother.

Nephis's face went even redder—but this time with deep, genuine embarrassment.

"Damn… no one can fantasize in peace around here."

—End of Chapter 188—

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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC189: 189: Bipolar Love and poison

Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Bipolar Love and poison

Chapter 189 – Bipolar Love and poison

In another room, Zara sat in front of Morgan—her mother.

She was chained. Her heart was now back in her chest. And she stared at Zara with fury blazing in her eyes.

"Do you think looking at me like that will change anything?" Zara sneered.

There was no respect in her voice. Not even a shred of it.

Because right now, she wasn't the same little girl who used to beg for a sliver of attention.

She didn't need that anymore.

Not when she was a Vaelgrim.

Adored. Revered. Almost worshipped across the world.

And as she sat there—remembering all the love she had now, all the power, and her new family—and looked at the woman who abandoned her, she couldn't help but smirk.

"Tell me… do you regret it, mother? Do you regret never giving me even a little bit of love?" She asked with a mocking smile.

"Love that could've saved you from this?"

She paused, tilted her head.

"…Why am I even calling you 'mother'? You're not worthy of that, right… Morgan?"

Her voice was cold. Cruel.

It was spoken to hurt.

And it did. It cut deep.

Morgan wasn't the type to regret her actions. She always stood by her choices and moved on.

But this?

This stung.

Because this wasn't just a consequence. This was a cosmic slap in the face.

Zara might not know it yet, but to lead a whole world?

That's insane.

To have an entire world under your feet… to bend its resources, its laws, its faith, its atmosphere to your will…

That's a privilege most people would kill for.

And it was also a direct path toward the realm behind the Supreme Rank.

For Zara and the Vaelgrim Family to already have this—something even Morgan's clan didn't have—was a colossal advantage.

And knowing the one who held it… was the daughter she threw away like garbage?

Yes.

She regretted it, deeply.

But—

"Regret won't change anything, Morgan," Zara said, her eyes flashing. Her green pupils shifted into a soft but terrifying red.

"I even thought that being Noah's maid was too kind of a punishment for you. You're not even worthy of that."

"But be grateful," she continued coldly, "because I'm not as cruel as you. Otherwise you'd be dead by now, bitch."

She spit the word like venom before rising and turning away.

But Morgan's voice stopped her.

"Did you not want to know… why I was in this world? Why I wanted Beelzebuth's talent? And how I even obtained it?"

She paused again, slower this time.

"Don't you want to know what your origin is… your vampiric origin?"

Zara froze.

She stood there for a while, saying nothing.

Then slowly… she turned her head.

Her eyes softened. Turned green again. Peaceful and calm.

"Oh… right. I need that information to report to my husband," Zara said with a sweet voice.

And Morgan instinctively shuddered.

Because she just realized something.

'She's fucking bipolar!'

Truly…

This mother-daughter duo might just become our favorite.

Right?

…

Meanwhile, in another room—

"What a curious woman," Noah said as he looked down at the sleeping Katy.

Well, not exactly sleeping.

Her heart wasn't beating. Her mind wasn't responding. Her soul wasn't active.

It was as if… time itself had stopped inside her.

"All this… done by poison?" Noah muttered, eyes gleaming with interest. "Crazy."

He really meant it.

Because this was fascinating. A poison that didn't kill—but froze everything. Heart, soul, mind all of them locked away.

How interesting.

And poison affinity was something he didn't have yet.

"Ah… there's so much to acquire. So much to plunder. So much to dominate. So much to master…"

Noah's smile widened.

His body trembled slightly—excitement boiling in his veins.

This… this was what he craved.

To acquire again and again until there was nothing left to acquire.

To dominate again and again until there was nothing left to dominate.

And while doing so?

To raise his women and family to such a level that just hearing the name Vaelgrim would make the entire universe tremble.

That was his goal.

And for that—

"I have to explore this universe and plunder everything in my way."

Resources. Artifacts. Treasures. Bloodlines. Affinities. Talents. Even entire worlds.

And, of course—

Women.

But only the worthy ones. Only the ones his women approved of.

Still, he couldn't wait.

He finally composed himself and walked toward Katy.

Domy and Ray had explained her situation—and asked him to save her.

To free her from the divine soul sealed within.

"I would've asked Elira to handle this… but she seems hell-bent on making that dragon suffer. I wonder what he said to make my sweet Soul Elysiari this angry?"

Noah said absentmindedly.

Luckily for everyone, he didn't know.

Because if he did—he might've marched into the Dragon World and wiped out Honk's entire bloodline in one go…well proved he was able to do that.

Noah placed his hand gently on Katy's head.

Then closed his eyes, focusing.

It didn't take long to find the soul inside her.

It was… blinding.

Obvious.

It wasn't like anything he'd ever seen before. It wasn't just large or powerful—it was…

"Divine?"

Yeah.

That felt like the right word.

And for something Noah himself was calling divine, he had no choice but to use every ounce of his soul manipulation mastery to pull it out.

He focused hard.

It was a slow process.

But after a few minutes, Noah managed to extract the divine soul from Katy's body.

The moment it left—since the poison was only inside Katy, not outside—the soul began to awaken.

"Where is this?" a deep voice echoed. The voice was male one, calm and confused—but not afraid.

The soul began to take shape.

It was a man with panther-like features, with sharp lines, smooth muscle and a dominant posture.

His eyes—if you could call them that—locked onto Noah.

"Who are you?" he asked, his tone heavy with authority, as if Noah owed him an answer.

But Noah didn't say a word.

He didn't even look at him.

He just snapped his fingers and summoned a small prison of nothingness—and trapped him inside.

"You lowly human! Do you have any idea what you're doing? Do you know who I am?! You better release me right now!"

His voice rose. It started calm but ended screaming.

Because even without sensing Noah's full power—he could feel the nothingness around him.

And it surprised him greatly.

Noah didn't respond.

Because he wasn't done.

Katy had risked everything with this move.

All to keep the divine soul inside her unaware of what she was doing.

The poison she used was something she couldn't fully control. It had shut her down—completely.

Heart. Mind. Soul.

All….frozen.

So now… she needed someone to reverse that.

To make everything beat again.

To melt the poison.

Otherwise—she'd die.

"Truly… what a curious and daring woman."

Noah smiled gently as his fingers brushed her skin.

He didn't use elemental power.

Only his voice, only his concept.

"Erase."

And the poison obeyed.

It instantly shattered itself and vanished.

—End of Chapter 189—

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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC190: Oh! Silly me…

Chapter 190: Chapter 190: Oh! Silly me...

Chapter 190 – Oh! Silly me...

By destroying the poison, Katy was finally able to wake up. And the first thing she saw... was a handsome young man looking at her with the kind of curious interest a child would give to a new toy.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately backed away.

Noah smiled at the scene.

"It's kind of hurtful to be treated like this when I just saved you, you know?"

"Shouldn't you be more... I don't know, a little more grateful, huh?" he asked, tilting his head softly—making his already absurdly handsome face even more unfair to look at.

Katy calmed down a bit after hearing he was the one who saved her. And with a few dots connected in her mind, she found out easily who this young man was.

"You are... Noah, right?" she asked softly.

She didn't know why, but she couldn't help but feel intimidated. It was like she was staring at a being who could devour her entire existence with a single bite.

It sounded insane. But Katy was a beast—and if there's one thing beasts are known for, it's their terrifying instincts.

And in this case, those instincts were screaming the truth.

Because Noah—after enslaving a literal divine being and winning a war against three champions with a kind of ease that bordered on parody—had reached the threshold of something terrifying.

He was now at the limit. One step away from SSS rank.

All he needed was to choose his Domain.

A twenty-year-old SSS-rank being.

Was that crazy?

Hell yes, it was crazy.

But the world—no, the universe—was even crazier. And soon, Noah would learn that for himself.

Noah tilted his head in mock surprise as he heard her question.

"Oh, silly me. I actually forgot to introduce myself this time."

He stood up slowly and with the kind of elegance you'd expect from someone proclaimed the ruler of a world.

"I am Noah Vaelgrim. The loving husband of many silver-haired goddesses. The Original Elysiari. The Architect of Talents. The True Anomaly. And the leader of many talented bastards."

He paused... then added with a little smirk:

"And oh, there is another title I like quite a bit... 'The Claimer of Worlds.'"

He nodded slowly, as if approving his own ridiculousness.

"Nice to meet you, Katy Valdor... Mother of Serpents."

Katy was stunned—but beyond stunned, she was awed. A young man like Noah, doing all of this before even reaching the age of full maturity?

She couldn't help but feel intimidated. His presence was too pure, too complete, too special.

And at that moment, she quietly praised her children for not being dumb enough to go against this monster.

Finally, she smiled—relieved.

"Nice to meet you, Lord Noah," she said, bowing her head in submission.

She didn't hesitate. She didn't resist.

Because she knew. Only under Noah... only close to him, could she break her limits and evolve beyond what she'd known. And Katy, oh Katy wanted that more than anything. Ever since she awakened her power to summon every serpent in this world, she'd tasted it—the thrill of overwhelming control. Now, she wanted more.

Noah could see it all. Every thought. Every little ambition. But he didn't say anything. He simply let it slide.

Because he only gave power to those who proved themselves. Like Lucius. Like Leona. Like Eric.

The rest? They could wait.

Forever if necessary.

He turned and looked at the divine soul floating quietly in the room. It hadn't said a word since.

Noah smiled.

"I'll leave this soul to you. You can stay here for now. My wife will inform you of your position later."

And like that, he disappeared.

There were still two more prisoners he needed to deal with.

...

Noah appeared in an underground prison beneath the castle. In front of him, bound tightly in chains, were Orien—the insane elf—and a dragon-beast hybrid Noah still hadn't fully figured out.

The moment Noah stepped into the room, Orien's voice echoed loud and gleeful:

"Oh! The man more beautiful than me is finally here!"

His voice was bright and carefree, as if he wasn't literally imprisoned like a common criminal.

Noah stared at him, mildly annoyed.

Either something was seriously wrong with this guy's head... or he had some kind of backup plan making him act this way.

And honestly? Noah believed the second possibility—even if every sign pointed toward the first.

"Who are you?" Noah asked, not in the mood for games.

He missed his women. And he wanted quality time—without interruptions.

Orien grinned wide. "I'm Orien Worldborn, heir of the Worldborn family. Blessed by the World Tree."

He said it without hesitation and with so much pride it made the dragon-man next to him do a double take. Clearly, this wasn't some no-name lunatic. His bloodline was legit.

But Noah didn't react.

Because in truth, he still knew too little about the powerhouses of this universe. And that...

'It's starting to piss me off,' Noah thought. 'Time to gather the girls and make Elira and Justicia spill everything about this damned universe.'

And while he was at it, he might as well track down that useless demoness Echidna and settle their deal once and for all.

He sighed and shook the thoughts out of his head.

"So why are you here?" he asked.

Orien just shrugged with a bright smile.

"I was bored. I heard about some Champion War going on in this world and figured... why not hop in and enjoy the show?"

He paused.

"And I wasn't disappointed. I saw some real monsters. Especially you, Noah Vaelgrim."

His grin faded, and—for the first time—Orien showed a serious expression.

"What are you, really? Because if your bloodline can make mine feel threatened... then that's no normal bloodline. And strangest of all—I sense something in you that feels like a blessing of the World Tree. But... different."

"Care to explain?"

His tone was polite, but there was something in it. Something like an order. And it made Noah smile.

"You must have something up your sleeve to be this arrogant, even chained. So why not tell me now—before I get surprised in a way I won't like?"

Noah had already checked him thoroughly—no hidden artifacts, no unknown seals, no strange body modifications. And yet, the elf was still acting smug as hell.

That made Noah cautious.

He didn't like unpredictable things.

Orien just smiled again and stayed silent.

Noah clicked his tongue, then turned to the beast next to him.

"I am Dany. A Draconian—a subspecies of True Dragons from our Mother World. I only came to observe and report back to our forces."

He didn't lie. He didn't hide anything.

Because when Noah froze him earlier, Dany had felt the power behind that act—and unlike Orien, he had no relic, no bloodline advantage. He was a simple draconian.

Noah nodded slowly. "You'll be handed over to Leona."

Dany blinked, confused. He didn't know who Leona was.

Noah smiled darkly.

"She's the girl you almost killed when you blew half her body apart. And... well, she didn't really enjoy that kind of treatment. So brace yourself, lowly beast."

"My dear disciple is... quite petty."

He grinned devilishly.

"Just like her dear master."

—End of Chapter 190—

A/N:

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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC191: 191: The Maid Squad and the Rank Beyond

Chapter 191: Chapter 191: The Maid Squad and the Rank Beyond

Chapter 191 – The Maid Squad and the Rank Beyond

Noah found himself back in his room.

He had already sent Dany to Leona—problem solved. But Orien…

Noah clicked his tongue.

"I'm feeling something bad is about to happen really soon."

And that wasn't paranoia—it was instinct.

Because let's not forget, Noah also had Fate and Destiny affinities. Both of them already at Transformation Rank. Add that to his natural instinct as a Progenitor?

Yeah. Noah's instincts were off the damn charts.

So when that pressure of incoming danger tightened around his soul, he didn't waste any more time. He had to gather his women. He had to prepare. They all had to know what was out there waiting in the vast universe.

But even with that urgency, Noah still grumbled to himself.

"I wanted a damn orgy so bad, for gods' sake…"

But oh well.

Life ain't fair.

There are people out there who'd give up everything just to have the chance of that. Right?

You know I'm telling the truth.

…

Later—

Inside the meeting room of the White Castle nestled within the Elysiari Realm, Noah sat at the head of the table, hands calmly curled under his chin, eyes glancing across the faces of his gathered women.

This time, there were new faces too. Justicia, Morgan, Katy, Sonomi, Nephis, Christelle, and Leona—each seated or standing in their place. But a certain detail stood out immediately…

Morgan, Nephis, Katy, Sonomi, and Leona now wore maid uniforms.

Yes.

It happened.

The Maid Squad was formed.

And leading this beautiful, chaotic army of service was none other than Leona herself—volunteering like a good girl.

And Noah was beyond happy. Deeply, shamelessly satisfied.

How could he not be? Ever since he read that damn novel about a guy building his own elite maid unit, he couldn't help but want the same. Call it juvenile. Call it degenerate. Call it a goddamn fantasy.

But let's be honest…

What man wouldn't want to be served by a squad of stunning women, dressed in black lace and loyalty?

Exactly. You know I'm right.

And the best part was that his women accepted it.

They agreed.

Truly, who in this universe was more blessed than Noah?

Nephis wasn't even supposed to be a maid—but she forced Aphasia to give her a spot.

Why?

'As his maid, I get to be with him everywhere, right?' she thought gleefully, unable to contain her inner fangirl.

And it wasn't just her. Even Leona was barely holding back a grin.

As for the others, well… let's just say they weren't too thrilled about it.

But did they have a choice?

Hell no.

So they swallowed their pride, put on the uniform, and played the role.

As for Christelle and Justicia—they were still slaves. But Noah didn't discriminate. He let them join the meeting, especially since he needed both. Justicia for her knowledge, and Christelle… because, well…

She'd proven her loyalty by letting him kill her own…all without her live wavering.

Yeah.

That level of devotion.

Think about it for a second.

That's actually insane.

But when it comes to Christelle—her obsession, her attachment, her need for Noah—it had already started to surpass even Elizabeth and Selene.

And that… was terrifying.

Terrifying enough that even the other girls had started accepting her. Because they weren't complicated beings.

They didn't care who you were.

What you'd done.

All that mattered was one thing:

How far would you go for Noah?

Christelle answered that question loud and clear.

And that's exactly why she was now ahead of Emily.

Emily was good at relationships, sure. She was warm and sweet and loving. But she hadn't done anything yet that proved she belonged among Noah's inner circle.

Was this whole dynamic toxic?

Absolutely.

And we absolutely love it.

…

"I've gathered you all here for something important," Noah began, voice calm, eyes focused.

His women listened. Their faces weren't solemn, but focused. Concentrated. They knew this wasn't a lecture or a debate—this was knowledge they needed.

Noah smiled.

"You all know now that the world of Laeh belongs to us. To the Vaelgrim Family. But what you may not fully grasp… is that this world isn't even close to being the only one."

"There are countless worlds out there. And as Laeh told me, there are also levels to these worlds. Different types. Different hierarchies. And ours? It's just a middle-ranked world."

"Not bad. But in the grand scheme of things…"

He paused, then leaned in.

"This world is negligible."

"And we don't mind that. Because to build an empire, you must first start low. But before we can evolve this world and push it further…"

"We need to know what powers we're dealing with."

He turned toward two women in particular.

"Justicia. Elira. Speak."

Everyone fell silent.

Because this wasn't just a casual meeting anymore.

This was about everything to come.

Justicia stepped forward. Elira remained seated, letting the divine take the floor.

After all… Elira was at the Supreme Rank. But Justicia?

She was Mythic.

"I'll begin with the power system," Justicia said, taking a deep breath.

She might be a divine, but standing under the gazes of these ridiculous women and this abomination of a man?

Yeah. It was nerve-wracking.

They were ridiculous. And Noah?

An absolute abomination.

"You all know the power system up to SSS rank. That's the point where you obtain your Domain, linked to your concept. That's where most stop. But beyond that?"

She looked around.

"Beyond that… you step into divinity. And the first step to immortality."

"The next stage is the Supreme Rank. And for some, it's as easy as breathing."

She glanced at Noah.

"For others? It's flat-out impossible."

"Because to become a Supreme, the Akashic Records must recognize you. They must grant you an Authority."

Selene narrowed her eyes.

"Authority?"

Justicia nodded.

"Yes. Authority. There are an unimaginable number of authorities even within the same affinity."

"Take ice, for example. I've met someone with the Authority of Eternal Preservation. Another with the Authority of Fractured Reflection."

"No two Authorities are ever the same. They're yours. Yours alone. They're not just power—they're command. They let you become the concept itself."

"And besides that, in the Supreme Rank, your Domain becomes something else—a True Domain. No longer limited by time or space. It becomes your realm. And you can deploy it whenever… wherever."

She let the silence breathe.

Because yeah, it sounded complicated. But it really wasn't.

The Supreme rank is just,

Get recognized by the Records.

Receive your Authority.

Awaken your True Domain.

Simple.

And then…

"The Mythic Rank," Justicia said, her voice low and solemn.

"To step into it, you must change your race. You must become one of the ruling races of the universe—Celestials, Demons, Dragons, Divine Beasts, and so on."

"And then, with your transformed and divine core, you infiltrate a world. You influence it. You mold it. You build faith around yourself. And when you succeed—"

"You ascend and become a to the next rank World Dominator rank."

"In a sense, the mythic rank is just a transition realm."

She paused.

"And that's where I stand, at the mythic."

The room went dead quiet.

All eyes turned toward Noah.

Because if this was true, that means they had to change their Elysiari race to continue?

That wasn't happening. Not in this lifetime.

Every single one of them thought the same thing:

'No way in hell.'

They turned to Noah—begging with their eyes for another path.

And Noah?

'System, my dear, loyal, beautiful system—please. There has to be a way to bypass this bullshit like always. Come on.'

And the system, loyal as ever, answered.

[You already know, Host. You simply need to create your own faction. For that, you need a world. Not just a realm—but a real world with its own World Will. A world tied to your very core, to your very bloodline, to your very origin.]

Noah blinked.

And his mind immediately went to one thing or rather one being.

That fat little chubby World Will who kept calling him his lucky star.

Noah grinned sharply.

And somewhere far away, Laeh—playing a relaxing game of world-building—suddenly shivered.

He didn't know why.

But something told him… things were about to get very troublesome.

—End of Chapter 191—

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