HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC192: 192: The Lotus Garden
Chapter 192: Chapter 192: The Lotus Garden
Chapter 192 – The Lotus Garden
Noah smiled.
No—he didn't just smile.
He grinned. So devilishly that even his women shuddered a little.
"My dear, what kind of horrible things are you thinking about to give us such a grin?" Alice asked, her green eyes fixed on him with a curious, slightly wary gaze.
Not just her.
They were all curious.
But at the same time, they were relieved—because if Noah was grinning like that, like the devil himself just gave him a crown, then it meant only one thing:
He found a way.
A way for them to stay who they were.
A way to avoid sacrificing their Elysiari race.
And really, that's what mattered most.
Noah just shook his head at Alice's question.
"Don't worry about it."
Then, turning toward Justicia—
"So that's the Mythic Rank, huh? You need to change your race into one of those divine types, and then choose a world to influence?"
Justicia nodded.
"Basically, yes. The more influence you gain over the world—whether it's good or bad doesn't matter—the more authority you'll have over it. And once that authority reaches a certain point, you can force your existence into the world itself. When that happens…"
"You step into the World Dominator Rank."
Her voice dimmed at the end. There was regret there. Resignation.
Because that was the rank she had been chasing for millions of years. And she was still stuck.
Because if you think conquering a world is easy, then you're the dumbest motherfucker alive.
Just look at little Laeh.
He managed to resist both Echidna and Justicia.
Why?
Because worlds are stubborn. They hate outside influence. And the only beings who can truly threaten a world are those born within it.
That's why champions exist.
They weren't born because outsiders were merciful.
No.
It's just that the outsiders didn't have much choice. Because they want control, not destruction. Otherwise, wiping out Laeh would've been easy.
But of course—like always—there are exceptions.
And our boy?
He lives to be one of those exceptions.
Noah's grin deepened.
And it wasn't just him—his women, even Leona and Christelle, smiled.
Because they knew.
"We have a world at our disposal, don't we?" Neko said with a smirk so infuriating that Justicia had to physically restrain herself from slapping it off her face.
She would've. She wanted to.
But doing that?
Yeah. It would be her death.
So she swallowed her pride, her rage, and forced a smile.
A very strained, very plastic smile.
"Yes," Justicia said stiffly. "You hold the advantage. You own the world. Which means that for you… the Mythic Rank and the World Dominator Rank will be easier to reach."
And right at that moment—
Noah and Elizabeth both felt it.
Something was off.
Very off.
It was like Justicia had said something she shouldn't have. Like her words tipped the scales and called something down.
They looked at each other. Sighed.
Perfect sync.
"You fucking jinxed us," Elizabeth snapped.
Her fate power screamed at her. Something was coming. And that feeling? It grew stronger the moment Justicia opened her mouth.
Without another word, Noah stood up.
And when he did, every single one of his women straightened. Because this wasn't Noah being casual or cocky. This was serious.
It was the first time they'd seen that expression on his face.
"Something's coming. What exactly? I don't know. But it's enough to make me—Noah Vaelgrim—feel a sense of danger. So stay here. In this realm. Inside me."
Because as long as he was alive, this realm stayed intact.
And as long as the realm was intact—
His women were safe.
"I'm going to meet Laeh."
But just before he disappeared, Leona's voice rang out behind him, laced with urgency and something deeper—need.
"Master… what about us? How will we go with you?"
Because that was it.
That was the whole point of them becoming maids.
They wanted to be with him everywhere, anytime.
But how?
Noah's mind turned.
He thought of his shadow—but Ester and Shadeva were already there.
He thought of the realm inside his soul—but that didn't feel like their place.
So… he thought deeper.
He had space power. Creation power.
And above all—he had Visionary.
If he believed in it enough, he could create it.
As long as the thing wasn't impossible, he could bend it into reality.
And what he wanted now?
It was definitely within his reach.
He looked at his maids and smiled.
"You're not worthy of what I'm about to do—yet—except for Leona. So I hope you won't disappoint me."
"As my maids—the ones who'll follow me everywhere, just like my shadow—you're already special to me. So…"
He raised his hand.
Colorless space mana and rainbow-tinged creation mana began to swirl around it, glowing with both beauty and madness.
Justicia's eyes widened.
'Creation affinity? How?!'
Noah layered a time spell around the meeting room, slowing it drastically to give himself the time he needed.
Then he activated his Visionary ability.
He envisioned a space.
Not inside his body.
Not physically.
But a space that existed between his heartbeats.
Between his breaths.
A dimension that was accessible only by his will and emotions.
He called it The Lotus Garden.
A beautiful, pristine place.
White sky, white ground, white trees. White everything.
But it wasn't sterile. It was alive. Breathing. Pure.
Yet… emotional.
He looked at his maids.
"You are my maids.
You are my… little flowers."
He paused.
"Be worthy of that."
Then, all at once—tattoos bloomed.
Lotus flowers—each different—appeared on the collarbones of every maid,
Leona, a black lotus with white flames and black miasma swirling around it.
Katy, a green lotus wrapped in a fog of poison.
Nephis, a silver lotus glimmering with stars.
Morgan, a blood-red lotus, dripping like it was formed from living blood.
Sonomi, a peaceful green lotus, interwoven with wooden branches.
The tattoos pulsed. Glowed.
And then—
Each of them transformed into their respective lotus, drifting into Noah's chest and vanishing.
Into their rightful place.
Their Garden.
Inside, the dimension shifted.
Zones formed.
Attributes unfolded.
The space started to reflect each lotus—each soul—perfectly.
Leona and the others looked around and couldn't help but gasp.
"This… this is our place now?" Nephis whispered.
They all felt it.
Peace. Connection. And Noah's presence.
As if, with just a breath from Noah…
They could return.
And for Morgan, Sonomi, and Katy?
They were awed by all this and, each of them were starting to actually feel like accepting their new position.
And that… that was the first step.
Meanwhile, a lotus tattoo appeared on Noah's chest, just above his heart.
It was white pristine. Perfect.
When everything was done, he looked at his wives.
"Jealous?" he asked with a smug grin.
They all smirked right back.
"They're not our equal," they answered in unison.
Because they knew.
Their positions were unshakable.
And the maids? They were given those roles—by them.
So why would they feel jealous?
Noah smirked proudly at his maturing wives, then vanished into the shadows.
He still had urgent business with Laeh.
But not before Ester slipped silently into his shadow—joining Shadeva, exactly where she belonged.
—End of Chapter 192—
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Chapter 193: Chapter 193: A World Crumbles
Chapter 193 – A World Crumbles
Noah appeared back inside the small realm of Laeh—and there he was, standing, as if he'd been waiting for him all along.
Noah tilted his head. "Did you also sense it?" he asked, voice calm, eyes sharp.
Laeh looked at him, his chubby face twisted in frustration and indignation. "Of course I sensed it. You probably want to do something bad to me, huh? Hell, I felt that devilish energy of yours long before this."
Then he sighed, his expression dropping into something like reluctant acceptance. "Tell me... what horrible thing did you plan to do to me? Go on. You're the leader—I won't disobey." He said it as if life had already lost its flavor, as if he'd given up before the game even started.
Noah blinked, speechless.
He thought Laeh had sensed the danger. But no—he sensed his grin?
Insane.
He wanted to laugh. But he didn't—because the situation was already too tight. Too pressing. So instead—
"I don't have time to explain, but... do you trust me, Laeh?" Noah asked, his tone serious, solemn. No jokes. No charm. Just truth.
And Laeh, who always picked up on the weight behind Noah's voice, felt it immediately. The childish aura vanished. The playful tone evaporated.
What remained... was the World Will. A proper being of authority.
"...Yes. I trust you... my lucky star."
Noah smiled faintly—then got straight to the point.
"I need you to come with me. I need you to detach yourself from this world... and take your place as the World Will of my realm."
Simple words. But they carried the weight of a universe.
He had asked his system earlier how one could acquire a World Will. The answer came in two paths:
One—cultivate your realm, strengthen it over time, and eventually, it would birth a will of its own.
Two—extract the World Will from an existing world and embed it into your own.
Noah didn't even hesitate. The second option was faster—and right now, time was a luxury he didn't have.
But the moment he said it, Laeh froze.
Then he shuddered—violently.
"What the fuck?! Are you serious?" For the first time, Laeh cursed at him.
But could you blame him?
Detaching from a world meant tearing off a part of yourself. It meant agony, mind-shattering pain, trauma that couldn't be healed. It was something few could endure.
That's why Laeh had always said he didn't mind absorbing dead or broken World Wills—because those were already shattered. Already gone.
But this?
This would destroy him.
"I'm sorry, lucky star," Laeh whispered. He shook his head, ashamed. "I just... can't."
But what he didn't know or rather what he hadn't realized yet—
"I don't think you have a choice, Laeh," Noah said, voice sharp now, the weight in it crushing.
"Something's coming. And that something can—"
BOOOOOOOMMMM!
He didn't even finish.
The explosion rocked the entire realm, shaking it to its very foundations.
Laeh dropped to his knees, golden-green blood gushing from every orifice. His eyes widened in horror and disbelief. And finally realization.
Noah stood still, expression grim.
He'd felt the power behind that strike.
That wasn't some phenomenon.
That wasn't a warning.
That was an attack.
A being had just struck their world.
"What... what is this?" Laeh stammered. He waved his trembling hand, conjuring a screen before him.
What they saw made their hearts turn cold.
An elf.
Not a deep space beast. Not a divine spirit. Just one man.
An elf—standing outside the world, floating in space like it was his throne. Golden hair. Green eyes. A regal beard trimmed with care.
Handsome and serene but also familiar.
Too familiar.
"...Orien?" Noah muttered, his heart pounding.
And in that instant—he understood why that bastard had been so calm even after being imprisoned.
Because someone like him... never came alone.
And as if feeling their gaze, the elf outside turned.
His eyes met theirs through space and reality.
And then—he spoke.
His voice was calm, peaceful. Gentle even.
But the weight behind it was unbearable.
"I am Klaus Worldborn, member of the illustrious elven Worldborn Family."
"This world has committed an unforgivable sin by kidnapping our heir."
He paused. Smiled politely. Then continued:
"First, let me retrieve our young master, okay?"
The way he said it—nonchalant, friendly—it was like he was asking to borrow sugar.
But what happened next...
Noah's realm trembled.
Something was trying to escape—to break out—without his permission. And the moment he resisted, he felt it.
If he pushed back—his entire realm would be destroyed.
And with it, his soul.
And if his soul died—so did he. So did everything.
It wasn't a choice. It was inevitable.
So Noah let go.
And Orien appeared beside Klaus—alive, smug, cheerful.
"Welcome back, young master," Klaus said with a small bow. "How was your little trip?"
Orien laughed. "Hahaha! Klaus, it was wonderful. This world was so much fun. I saw so many interesting things."
Klaus smiled back. Pleased.
Then his face shifted. Cold.
"Shall we destroy this world or enslave it by force?"
The words—so casual—hit like a meteor.
And that was the real issue.
When champions fight, the higher powers can't interfere directly. They can only support. Watch. Wait.
But when the fight is over?
They can do whatever the hell they want.
Normally, they don't. Because going after a world that just aligned with another faction means starting a war.
But this time...
No faction won.
A lone being did.
A being with no backing.
That made everything different.
Because some of them were already whispering. Already connecting the dots.
The Akashic Records had announced the birth of an abomination years ago. And now a being had defeated multiple champions in a single war, with no divine faction behind him?
It was too easy to draw the line.
And whether the Worldborns were sure or not didn't matter.
They just had to act.
Before it was too late.
"Either they submit," Orien said cheerfully, "or they die."
Like he wasn't talking about wiping out billions.
Klaus raised his hand toward the small world of Laeh.
And it felt like an entire cosmic world rested inside his palm. One far stronger than Laeh.
"You heard the young master," he said softly. "Submit... or die."
Noah stood still, watching.
Then turned to Laeh.
Laeh stared back and he smiled weakly.
"...Will you survive?" he asked softly.
He didn't ask if Noah would submit.
He already knew the answer to that.
Noah smiled—crooked, dark. "I can try something. What about you?"
Laeh shook his head.
"I won't."
And then, without hesitation, he plunged his hand into his own chest.
His face contorted in agony. His body trembled violently.
And then—he pulled.
A glowing, multicolored core emerged.
His own core. The World Will core.
The moment it left his body, Laeh's form began to blur. His realm began to crumble and by extension the whole world.
Klaus and Orien noticed immediately. Their expressions twisted.
"Are you trying to kill yourself? Don't!" Orien shouted. "We'll treat you well, I swear!"
But it was too late.
Laeh handed Noah the core. Smiling weakly.
"My lucky star... you'll avenge me, right?"
His smile was painful. Bittersweet. Resigned.
Noah's face showed nothing.
No sadness. No rage.
Just silence.
And that made it terrifying.
Because when Noah didn't show emotion—
It meant the storm had already started inside.
He nodded slowly. "I will."
His voice was hoarse. Quiet. On the verge of something sharp.
And as if he was waiting for just that...
Laeh's body began to crumble.
And with him—the world.
But before he vanished completely—
"Take my people into your realm," he said.
Noah didn't waste a breath.
He moved—fast.
He took as much as he could: the entire Vaelgrim Domain, part of the demon continent, the beast continent, part of the dwarfs and the whole elf continent.
The rest?
They died. All of them.
And as the world vanished completely, Noah stood outside, floating in space.
He was barely breathing, his body shaking lightly.
He wasn't ready. Not yet.
Only Supremes could survive in this space without suffering any consequences or pain.
But he endured.
And he raised his eyes—calmly—toward Klaus and Orien.
"Oh! You're alive. Perfect!" Orien grinned. "Be smart and come with us."
He signaled to Klaus not to attack yet. He wanted to talk.
But Noah didn't speak. Not at first.
Then—
Gently. Calmly.
"The next time I see you..."
"I'll exterminate your entire fucking Worldborn bloodline."
He smiled.
But it wasn't kind.
It was grief. Rage. Vengeance—twisting behind his teeth.
And as he smiled—shadows began to gather at his feet silently, invisible to even Klaus and Orien.
"Just wait for me, okay?"
And then—he was gone.
Noah had used his title Sovereign of Shadows.
Noah Vaelgrim...had gone to the Shadow Realm.
—End of Chapter 193—
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Chapter 194: Chapter 194: The Brightest Star
Chapter 194 – The Brightest Star
Orien and Klaus stood there, eyes fixed on the empty space where Noah had vanished.
And as they silently replayed the words Noah had just thrown at them—
Orien smiled softly, almost amused. "What bold words... 'exterminate our whole bloodline?'"
He couldn't help but let out a small laugh—not at Noah himself, but at the ignorance behind such a claim. Because if he even had the slightest awareness of the families who truly held weight in this universe, even those under faction banners simply due to their race, he would've known that the Worldborn stood among the very top.
And how could they not?
They were the darlings of the World Tree—the one spoken of as the very origin of the Elves.
The depths of their power were still a mystery... even to Orien himself.
But he didn't blame him. After all, the boy had been born and raised in a weak, middle-tier world.
Orien smiled again. There was something about this whole thing that just felt funny to him.
"But still, it's a shame I couldn't obtain him," he murmured, voice light. "He would've been very interesting. Now I wonder... where did he go?"
"Young master..." Klaus's voice came from his side, low and careful.
Orien turned to him, his gaze calm, patient—at least for now.
"The Council speculated that the third abomination might be inside this world and..."
Klaus paused, the words catching in his throat—but when he saw the flicker of impatience in Orien's eyes, he quickly pushed forward.
"And based on what I've just seen, I believe the third abomination is the one who just slipped through our grasp," he finally said.
He had said "believe," but there was no uncertainty inside him. Klaus was sure. Noah was the third abomination. He didn't know how he knew it—but he knew. It was something instinctual, something primal. That's why the moment he'd seen him, he'd wanted to capture him, contain him—but...
Klaus looked up at his young master, whose carefree, whimsical ways had once again cost them something they shouldn't have lost.
Orien might not understand—he was still young, still doing whatever he pleased—but Klaus understood.
Because when you leave beings like that room to grow...
Disaster will come.
And now, as he recalled Noah's last words, he was even more convinced that if they didn't act, if they let him be, then yes... it will get troublesome later.
Troublesome. Not get exterminated.
Because even if Noah was an abomination, to exterminate their entire bloodline was something even the leaders of major factions would hesitate to attempt. Hell—even the first two abominations hadn't bothered going that far.
So the real question was never about survival, but about inconvenience.
How much of a headache would it be if Noah chose to come after them?
So—
"Young master, let's return. We need to report this fully to your father... and the Council."
Orien nodded, and in an instant, a green sprout bloomed beneath their feet—then swallowed them whole.
Just like that, Orien and Klaus returned to their home world, calm as ever, after destroying an entire world.
And truly—for them—it was nothing much.
And it wasn't just them. Across the vastness of this universe, a middle world was hardly worth a thought. These great families, these monstrous factions, could erase hundreds without blinking.
That's just how it was.
That's what the universe becomes when a world has no strong backer.
The first two abominations had been exceptions. Their circumstances had been different. But the third?
Letting him be would've been pure foolishness.
So the choice was simple—submission or extermination.
And Noah didn't submit.
Laeh, the world himself, chose to hand over his core to Noah, causing his own destruction.
That—was loyalty.
Because Laeh could've chosen to surrender, and Noah wouldn't have been able to stop it easily and things would have gotten more complicated. But instead, he sacrificed himself so Noah could gain what he needed to create his own force, his own faction.
He gave his core to his lucky star... even when he didn't want to.
He chose Noah over divine beings, over his own continued existence.
And how could Noah ever forget that?
He wouldn't.
And they didn't know it yet—
But they had just enraged someone who never got angry. Or only did so on very rare, very dangerous occasions.
And when that kind of person finally gets angry?
Yes.
You're fucked.
And they were.
Or rather... they will be.
—
BAAAM!
Noah crashed to the ground, falling right on his back as he suddenly materialized in a massive deep cave.
And the moment he did, like it had been waiting for him all along, his title—Sovereign of Shadows—activated on its own, pulling every shadow in the cavern toward him in a rush of dark warmth.
Like a silent embrace from the night itself.
Like they understood—without a word—his pain.
And then—
Noah coughed blood.
Not red. Not normal. But pure white, pristine, translucent blood spilled from his mouth... and his nose.
All because Laeh was gone.
And because Laeh had blessed him.
In fact, had Laeh's core not remained intact—clinging to him even now—Noah would've died alongside the world itself.
That was the cost of his title. And he had accepted it from the beginning.
Even now, with this brutal pain gnawing at his soul like something inside him had been torn away, he didn't regret it.
He lay there, unmoving, staring blankly up at the black, jagged ceiling as the shadows coiled around him, trying desperately to heal what they couldn't reach.
'Master... are you okay?' Leona's voice echoed inside his head, soft and trembling.
Not just her. Even Ester. Even Shadeva. They all felt it.
Noah stayed silent.
Then slowly... he smiled.
No. He forced himself to smile.
It was broken. Bitter. But still—he smiled.
"I'm fine. I just need... a moment," he whispered. Then closed his eyes.
He needed to breathe. To gather his thoughts. To decide his next move.
Because the loss of Laeh hurt—physically, yes, but far more than that... it hurt emotionally. It cut deep.
But Noah wasn't the kind of man who folded.
'I have his core... isn't there any way to bring him back—with his memories, with his emotions intact?' he asked, his voice soft, almost childlike.
He was speaking to the only presence that always responded when no one else could.
The System.
The one that had always given him a path, a solution, a whisper in the dark when the rest of the world stayed silent.
[It would've been possible, if the transfer had been subtle and gradual. But Laeh forced it—brutally—damaging the core in the process. Even you... will need time to repair and integrate it into your realm in order to be fully healed.]
[So no, Host. The Laeh you knew will not return.]
[But... as you hold his core, you can, in his honor, make that core the greatest world will.]
[Turn it... into a Divine Will. And for that... your realm must become a Divine Realm.]
Noah stared at the glowing text in silence. Then slowly—
'Difficulty?' he asked.
A pause.
[Unimaginable.]
At that—
Noah smiled again. Weakly. Blood still in his throat. Bones aching.
'Fine... let's make you the greatest, Laeh.'
Even if you're no longer the same.
Even if your voice never returns—
I will fulfill my role as your lucky star.
And I will make sure...
That you become the brightest thing in this universe.
The star that even gods are forced to look up to.
—End of Chapter 194—
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Chapter 195: Chapter 195: The Shadow Realm
Chapter 195 – The Shadow Realm
Noah finally gathered himself and looked around—but he didn't even need to. Because all around him, there was only one thing...
...shadows.
Only shadows.
They weren't sentient, they weren't alive. These shadows were mindless—beasts of instinct—and that was exactly why they clung so tightly to Noah. Because of his title. Because of what he was.
Sovereign of Shadows.
They obeyed him. They bowed to him.
And it was only now, standing here, in this strange new place, that Noah finally realized just how terrifyingly powerful that title was. Because even here, even in an entirely different realm—a realm that existed beyond normal mana, a realm where only shadow mana flowed—these shadows still came to him.
Shadow mana... a very specific type of energy, far more primordial and ancient than what existed in the middle worlds. It was raw, boundless, hungry. And yet, it wrapped around Noah like a cloak.
He exhaled deeply, then slowly tried to sit up, his movements sluggish. His body still throbbed with pain. Not the kind of pain that came from wounds or exhaustion—no. This was something else.
Because Laeh was gone.
Because the moment Laeh died, Noah had lost one of his titles—Blessed by Laeh—and as every title was a part of you, of your soul, of your existence, when you lost one...
You lost a piece of yourself.
As simple as that.
And now, to heal—
"I need to absorb this world core into my realm... then nurture it, slowly, until my realm becomes a true world."
But it wasn't something he could just do overnight. It was a long process, one that required patience, concentration, and strength. And Noah had never done this before, which only made things more complicated. Especially now—with these injuries.
But did he have time to waste?
Well, yes. Because he wasn't in any rush. Not anymore.
Noah knew that if he truly wanted the bloodline of those bastards to vanish from the universe, he would need personal strength—but not just that. He needed something far greater. Something heavier. Something that could shake the stars.
He needed a faction.
And that's what he would focus on.
Here, in this dark and silent realm, where nothing but shadows reigned, Noah would begin. He would lay the first bricks—the foundation of something vast.
And while at it...
"Shadeva," he called softly, a faint smile on his face, "how does it feel to be back home?"
But Shadeva didn't return his smile. Instead, a melancholic, almost haunted expression appeared deep in the shadow where her essence drifted. Ester noticed it too, and slowly—so softly—reached out to hold her hand.
A simple gesture.
What an adorable little shadow.
Shadeva's heart warmed at it, and she smiled faintly before finally answering Noah's question.
"I feel... strange. This was supposed to be home. A place I could return to and feel safe in. Happy. Peaceful. After all, I was born here—no, I was the first to be born here. But now, standing in it again..."
"...I only feel sadness."
Noah listened quietly. He didn't pretend to understand. He didn't offer empty comfort. He simply listened.
Then he asked, steady and firm—
"What do you want to do?"
He may have lost a small battle against those arrogant elves, but his confidence? Untouched. His resolve? Intact.
So again, he asked,
"What do you want the fate of this realm to be?"
Shadeva looked at him for a moment, then chuckled softly—there was warmth in her voice, but also amusement.
"Are you sure?" she said, the words almost teasing. "You know, back then... even my weakest sibling could've killed that elf who made you run—in under ten seconds."
She paused, her eyes distant.
"And now? After so many eons? I don't even dare to guess their current realms."
Noah's lips twitched at her jab.
He didn't argue.
And now that he thought about it, there were other things he had to handle first.
Like checking on his women.
He had to make sure the realm was stable—especially now that so many beings existed within it. It was starting to get crowded, chaotic. He needed a better management system. A hierarchy. Structure.
And after all that...
He would finally push to SSS Rank.
This encounter with the elves had taught him something clear—painfully clear: the difference between each rank became more and more obscene the higher you climbed.
He was lucky—so fucking lucky—that Justicia was arrogant and impulsive enough to enter Laeh's world unprepared. If not...
Klaus, on the other hand, had been careful. Too smart to step inside. He stayed outside, in the void. Watching. Waiting.
And now Noah understood.
Rank wasn't just a number.
It was law.
And if he wanted to step to the Supreme Rank, just like Justicia had said, he'd need to obtain an Authority from the Records.
But that didn't worry him.
What did worry him was what came after Supreme.
He needed to create a faction. One acknowledged by the Records themselves. Only then could he unlock the path to the next realm. Only then could he secure the future—for his women, for his people, for himself.
That meant step one was clear.
Integrate the world core.
"Ah, fuck," Noah muttered.
It was the first time in ages that he had felt like this.
Powerless.
And yet—
He smiled.
"I like it."
Because things were starting to get too easy.
There was no challenge. No pressure.
But now?
Now he had one.
Now he had a whole fucking bloodline to eradicate. A bloodline known across the stars. Revered. Feared.
Perfect.
After Elijah, Noah had needed something to keep him going. A goal. A drive.
And now, he had found it.
His next big tree to cut down.
"Just wait for me, you damn long-eared bastards..."
Noah was starting to hate the elves.
Truly.
...
And while all of this was unfolding—unknown to any of them—a presence watched.
A being hidden in the deepest folds of the void, where even light didn't shine.
She had been watching for a while.
A colossal beast cloaked in sleek black scales, with millions of black tendrils flowing around her like chaotic rivers—but there was an eerie grace in that chaos, a rhythm to the madness.
She was ancient.
She was monstrous.
She was Noah's stalker.
And she had seen everything—from the very beginning. Since the first moment she laid eyes on him. She hadn't missed a single detail.
Right now—
'I should've helped him. Why didn't I?'
Her thoughts burned with regret.
'Ah... I'm such an idiot. I lost the perfect moment to meet him.'
But she couldn't help it.
It had been so long—eons—since she had spoken to anyone. Since she had even been seen by anyone.
She was... shy.
'But at least... I know where he is now.'
And with that simple thought, her mood lifted.
She turned her monstrous body toward the shadow realm—toward Noah.
'I can't go there with my real body. It would scare them. I'll create an avatar instead.'
The decision was made.
Her path was set.
She moved forward—slowly, steadily—toward him.
Toward the one being in all existence who had made her feel something again.
A deep interest.
And as she drifted through the void, her monstrous heart beat a little faster.
She felt it.
Excitement.
A sensation she hadn't felt in... forever.
"Noah... Noah Vaelgrim," she whispered, her voice a low, husky rumble through the dark.
She rolled the name across her tongue like it was made of silk.
"What a delicious name."
—End of Chapter 195—
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Chapter 196: Chapter 196: The Weight of the Heart
Chapter 196 – The Weight of the Heart
After finally reorganizing the chaos inside his mind, Noah entered his own realm—deep within his soul.
He reappeared inside the White Castle, within the meeting room, where every one of his women waited, expressions tense, their auras fluctuating in silent worry.
And the moment they saw him—
They vanished from their seats.
In the blink of an eye, all of them were by his side.
It was instantaneous.
"My dear baby, are you okay?" Selene was the first to reach him, voice trembling with worry as her hands gently cupped his cheeks, searching for any sign of harm.
"Husband..." Sophie whispered, her regal calm shattered. Her usual composed expression replaced with something raw, something real—worry, deep and unfiltered.
And they weren't the only ones.
Each and every one of them showed it—in their own way.
Elizabeth. Elira. Neko. Ester. Yuki. Anya. Zara. Dominique. Alice. Even Lilith. All of them.
Every single one of them had the same look in their eyes: concern. Love. Relief.
And then...
They noticed the pain.
They felt it.
Elira's expression darkened immediately, her gaze piercing through Noah's body like glass through sunlight. "My love... your soul..." she began, but didn't finish—because she didn't have to. They all understood what she meant.
Noah's soul was damaged. Greatly. Deeply.
And Elira—Elira, who prided herself on her mastery of soul magic—looked away, her voice shaking as she muttered, "I... I can't heal him."
Her hands trembled. Her breath hitched. Because for someone like her, someone who loved him so fiercely, it was agony to admit that she was powerless against his suffering.
The mood in the room shifted.
It darkened instantly.
They all felt it. They all shared that weight. It spread through the group like a silent infection of sorrow.
And seeing all their expressions—how they changed, from the moment he appeared to now—Noah...
Noah smiled.
A bright, relieved smile.
"I'm happy you're all safe, my ladies," he said, voice light but overflowing with something far heavier—joy.
Because truly... he was happy.
He didn't care that he was hurt—pain was temporary. He could recover. He would recover. No matter how long it took, it didn't matter.
But if something had happened to them...
If even one of them had been lost the same way he lost Laeh...
Noah refused to even think about it.
The mere idea of it made his chest tighten, his soul ache deeper than any wound.
So now, seeing them all here, alive, safe...
He smiled—happily.
'Truly... you're a good player,' Anya thought silently, watching him, her expression softening as she approached and gently laid her head against his chest.
And just like that—
Something was triggered.
Like a signal.
Every one of them moved, drawn in, surrounding him. Heads against his body, power flowing and bending space itself to give each of them a place.
Even Ester emerged from the shadows for this moment, for this single, precious moment of vulnerability.
The only ones who didn't move were Christelle, Emily, and Justicia. They stood at a distance, each lost in their own thoughts, eyes on the same man but hearts weighed differently.
Christelle was simply happy. Her master, her reason to breathe—he was alive. She too had been worried, even if her face didn't show it. Because to her, Noah wasn't just important—he was her world.
Emily, however, burned with quiet jealousy. She didn't know how much longer she'd have to wait—wait to be part of them, wait to stand among the women holding him. She wanted it so badly that her thoughts were starting to twist in ways they hadn't before.
She was thinking of doing something bold. Something that would change everything. Just like Christelle had sacrificed her own child...
It was insane.
But weirdly, Emily didn't care.
Because even she was starting to believe Noah deserved it all.
And Justicia?
Justicia stood there... lost.
She didn't know what to feel. She had lived far too long. She had seen far too many powerful men with kingdoms of women worshipping them—men who didn't love, who only used.
But Noah...
'He's different,' Justicia thought as she watched the way he looked at them—really looked at them. And how they looked back.
Not as tools. Not as pets.
But as something more.
'They're all obsessed with him. Completely, utterly insane over him...'
And she didn't understand it. What had he done? What kind of magic had he weaved? How had he made such strong, talented, stunning women fall for him this hard?
While those three stood in their thoughts, Noah looked down at the crowd of beautiful heads pressed against him—curious and amused.
"I'm okay," he said with a light chuckle. "You don't need to do all this."
No one moved.
Then—
"We're here for you," Anya whispered.
"You're not alone, husband," Alice added in that soft, melodic voice of hers.
"Don't act like nothing happened. I can feel it, Noah... I can feel your emotions," Zara said, her voice heavy with concern.
"Tell me who they are. I'll kill them all," Selene growled, her tone sharp, fierce—dripping with bloodlust.
She was livid. Beyond imagining.
All she wanted was to make whoever had hurt her baby suffer—for eternity.
And she wasn't the only one.
Elira, Elizabeth, Ester, Neko, Yuki... all of them. They didn't just want revenge.
They wanted to annihilate.
Because someone had dared to hurt the man they loved.
Their heart, in human form.
Their emotions darkened, sharpened, turned into weapons. Innocent or not, if you stood in their path—they would crush you.
And Noah understood that. He felt their rage. He welcomed it even.
But—
"I want that revenge even more, my dears," he said, his smile turning wry. "But right now... we're still weak."
His words made them twitch—but none of them argued.
Because it was true.
Elira felt it too. Deeply.
"Yes... we are," she admitted, her voice serious. "If we want to fight back, to stand even a chance—we have to be stronger. Much stronger. And not just as individuals. We need a faction."
"Their strength isn't just personal," she added, eyes burning with truth. "It comes from their whole structure—the power of their name, their numbers, their backing."
"That's indeed true," Justicia said suddenly, stepping forward. "You'll need a faction. A real one. Worthy enough to make the Records acknowledge it. Otherwise, you'll end up like the first two abominations."
"They were strong. Unfairly so. But they never picked fights. They only killed those who trespassed. They never went to war against entire factions—because even for them, it would've been too costly."
"I'm not saying they'd lose," she continued. "I don't know. Their powers are... bizarre. But even they knew what it meant to stand alone."
Noah listened carefully.
He was going to build a faction no matter what.
But part of him still longed to have that personal power—to take on an entire faction alone.
But not yet.
He shelved that thought for now.
He had a plan. And he would follow it.
Step one?
"We have a lot of new people in the realm now," Noah said, finally breaking the tension. "Let's figure out how we're going to manage it first."
His women all nodded, their faces turning serious.
Because now, they understood.
Their strength wasn't enough.
Not yet.
And so—
Let's grind even harder.
They would train harder.
Push themselves further.
Test their limits without hesitation.
And what better place to do that... than a realm made of shadows—where death could come in a blink, without sound, without mercy?
Yes.
It wasn't too bad.
Right?
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Chapter 197: Chapter 197: Hell no.
Chapter 197 – Of Order and Blood
The realm had to be reorganized.
And that's exactly what Noah and his women did.
The realm now contained the Vaelgrim Domain, an elven continent, a piece of the demon continent, and a fractured corner of the dwarven lands. And to say it was messy... was an understatement.
There were no real borders. No order. No structure. And not even a few days had passed inside the realm before the people started fighting each other like savages.
It was maddening.
Even after witnessing the destruction of an entire world—even after that—they still had the energy, the will, the audacity to fight each other instead of standing together.
It was something Noah genuinely couldn't wrap his head around.
How could they still find the mindset to do that? How could they want to?
He didn't know the answer.
But the truth was... the answer was simple.
Very simple.
They were lost.
You'd think they were acting like this because they were unaware—but no. That's exactly the problem.
They were now aware.
They were aware of higher powers. Aware of worlds beyond their little playground. Aware that beings who could erase their entire existence with a flick of the wrist walked among them, around the universe.
And what do you expect from them now? To rise? To stand tall against such enemies? To unite, to channel their grief into revenge and ambition?
Yes.
That's what should happen.
And some of them—very few—did respond that way.
But most?
Most turned on each other.
Some started brawling over nothing. Some drowned themselves in liquor and lust. Some killed themselves. Some even went so far as to kill their entire families before taking their own lives.
Just to forget. Just to be numb. Just to not feel like powerless ants in a universe that had already trampled them once.
Because they were mortals.
And mortals are flawed. Fragile. Cowardly.
Hell, even divine beings like Justicia were flawed to the core—so what did you expect from these little things with short lifespans and even shorter resolve?
You can't expect much.
But of course, like in all things under heaven and between the stars, there are always exceptions.
And among the broken, there were those who stood up.
Those who refused to drown.
Those who welcomed the pain.
Rouge. Eric. Malrik.
The three of them stood inside the academy—eyes firm, expressions serious, but there was no despair behind those eyes.
Their home world had been destroyed.
So what?
"We'll destroy theirs too," Rouge said with a crooked grin, her voice dipped in bloodlust. But beneath that grin—buried deep—was a pain she thought she had hidden.
But Eric and Malrik saw through her.
Of course they did.
They felt it too after all.
"We will," Malrik said, voice low and cold, cold enough to wither the air around him. The very mana in the room started to decay.
Malrik was angry. Deeply, violently angry.
Not just because their home was gone. There was that too but not only.
But because someone—some higher, untouchable being—had dared to make his Rouge feel sadness.
And that? That was a sin not even death could atone for.
'Just wait for me.' Malrik thought, a storm brewing behind his eyes as he imagined turning those same powerful beings into his undead—gift-wrapping them to Rouge so she could kill them again and again.
He'd revive them.
And she would kill.
And he'd revive.
And she would kill again.
Until she smiled.
That was his love.
Malrik moved forward and wrapped his arms around her. In that moment, Rouge wasn't the bloodthirsty warrior who laughed through slaughter.
In that moment, she was just a girl.
A furious, heartbroken girl who lost her home world.
And who wanted the ones who did all this to her to bleed for it.
To drown their whole world in blood.
And oh... what a beautiful thing it would be, wouldn't it? To see a whole world drowned in her fury? In her vengeance?
Truly, a beautiful sight to imagine.
And maybe—just maybe—one we'll get to witness.
While those two lovers simmered in their private storm, Eric stood silently nearby.
He didn't speak. Not because he didn't care—but because talking wasn't his thing.
He didn't need words.
He needed action.
And act, he would.
Eric closed his eyes, steadying his thoughts.
He could feel it.
His time was coming.
—
Back to the reorganization—this was Noah's realm, and so he took control of it.
He changed the geography. Altered the land. Created real borders between each domain.
It wasn't easy. The realm wasn't as vast as Laeh's old world, but it was manageable.
And while Noah oversaw the structure, it was his women who solved the people problem.
Specifically, Elizabeth.
She saw the chaos, the fear, the doubt—and used it.
She pushed the Church of the Absolute Deity harder than ever, giving the people something to cling to. A god to believe in.
And that god... was Noah.
They didn't even hesitate. Because that's how mortals are.
That's how life is.
It's always easier to submit than to fight for control.
It's easier to be weak than to be strong.
Easier to let someone else take the reins than to carry the burden of power.
Easier to be lazy, to be docile, to run away, to give in.
And by choosing ease—they accepted to be led.
To be used.
To be another nameless, forgettable soul in the crowd.
But that's fine.
Because not everyone is meant to be great.
Not everyone can succeed.
We need the unworthy too.
We need sheep so we can have shepherds.
And Elizabeth used those sheep perfectly.
Under her, the faith in Noah exploded—spread like fire through dry grass. Humans, demons, elves, dwarves... they all ran toward the safety his name promised.
That's when the Church truly bloomed.
That's when Noah's divinity began to take root.
Something that should've taken years—centuries, even—was accelerated by one thing:
Laeh's destruction.
The tragedy paved the road. The loss opened the gate. And faith poured through.
Isn't that interesting?
They say there's good in everything.
You just have to look hard enough.
You have to not be blinded by the bad that clings to your skin.
Is this starting to sound philosophical?
Hell no.
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Chapter 198: Chapter 198: We, too, exist.
Chapter 198 – We, too, exist.
The new continents of the realm were finally added and were now being properly organized.
Noah placed the Vaelgrim Domain near Sophie's red lightning territory, the demon continent near Dominique's sprawling farm and Lilith's massive tavern, and for the elves, he simply merged their lands into Aphasia's multicolored forest. It blended perfectly with her aesthetic.
As for the dwarves... Noah didn't quite know what to do with them.
That was until he remembered someone—Lucie.
Also known as The Crow.
Lucie didn't have territory inside the realm—after all, she wasn't one of his women—but Noah still gave her authority over the dwarves and carved out a corner for them.
Because it made sense.
Lucie had already been the one keeping them in line from the beginning. Better to let her continue what she was good at.
All in all...
The realm was shaping up. More organized. More populated. Noah's faith was growing. For a brief moment, everything felt back on track.
But it wasn't. Not really.
The realm wasn't yet strong enough to support all these human beings and foreign territories in a stable, sustainable way.
It was being strained.
Which meant Noah had to move fast. He needed to integrate Laeh's core into the realm—transforming it fully into the new World Core—and in doing so, he would finally heal. When that process was complete, the realm would no longer be a realm.
It would become a world.
A true world.
But that process would take time.
And Noah couldn't just start it and leave everyone—including his women and subordinates—wandering aimlessly with no direction, no path forward, no ambition.
He wasn't in a rush, no. But he hated wasting time for nothing.
So, before beginning the process...
Noah called for a meeting.
A serious one.
To determine the next move.
—
While all that was happening, deep inside a quiet section of the White Castle, two beings—two beasts—sat side by side.
One silver wolf.
One golden fox.
And their discussion?
Let's just say it was... weird.
"So," Lorna said lazily, stretching her body out as her tail flicked, "what did you even do after putting me in front of Elijah?"
Premier didn't respond immediately.
Mostly because... he hadn't done anything.
Still, he cleared his throat awkwardly. "I trained. Hard."
Lorna smirked, sharp and teasing. "You remember what you told me back then? When I was just born?"
Premier's jaw twitched, but he kept his face neutral. "No idea. Been too long after all."
"You said... 'the most useful to Master will be considered the eldest beast.' And that the younger ones would have to obey the elder. No complaints."
Her grin turned sly—taunting, almost dangerous.
"I think I'm way ahead of you now. So why don't we start early? You can call me big sister, just like you do with Shadeva. Don't worry, I'll protect you," she said sweetly, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Premier cursed Noah in his mind instantly.
This was all his fault.
Noah never let him do anything. Every time he asked for a mission, for a chance to prove himself, Noah would say the same things 'You're not ready. You're too weak.'
Weak.
A word Premier despised from the core of his being.
He was Noah's first beast. The very first creation. He carried that title with pride—and arrogance. He had dreamed of gathering all the future beasts under his lead, building a unit of ferocious loyalty under Noah's banner.
Not because he lusted for power. No. It was all for Noah.
But how could he lead when he was never given a battlefield?
And sure—he was S-rank now. Five years had passed, and he'd advanced. That was something. Most beasts never made it that far.
But when you live inside a house of monsters...
That level means nothing.
Any of his "mothers"—as they all loved forcing him to call them—could probably kill him with a flick of their finger.
Even if they were only S-rank.
And yet somehow... he was the weakest.
And now Lorna had completely taken the lead. The golden fox was not only the most useful beast—but the most active.
Anyone would feel crushed.
Anyone would feel small.
But Premier... was Noah's first.
He had been with him the longest.
And in that time, he had absorbed something more valuable than titles—Noah's mindset.
He wasn't someone who would sit and wallow in self-pity forever.
He'd complain, yes—but never for long.
He had always waited for the day Noah would give him a task. A purpose.
But now?
Now he knew better.
He couldn't wait anymore.
He needed to act.
He needed to be independent—to walk his own path. With strength. With clarity. With that familiar reckless confidence.
And if he messed up?
'He'll save me,' Premier thought with a smirk.
Then he turned to Lorna, his eyes narrowing. Feral. Wild. Hungry.
Hungry for power.
Hungry to grow.
And most of all—hungry to make those long-eared bastards suffer for what they did to Noah.
He grinned.
"Too early to decide. Let's see who does more damage to the elves. Then we'll talk about calling anyone big sister."
Lorna matched his grin with her own signature sly smirk.
"Then you better be ready," she whispered.
And the atmosphere shifted—heat distorted the air, and the world seemed to bend. Nothing felt real. Everything felt like an illusion.
That was Lorna's affinities.
Fire and Illusion.
She stepped forward, her voice dropping into something cold. Something cruel.
"Because I'll make them regret ever touching our master. Or his world."
And she meant it.
Lorna was ready to be the most cunning fox ever known.
Premier's grin widened, a wicked gleam in his silver eyes.
"Let's show them."
Yes.
Let's show them we exist too.
Let's show them that beasts can rise.
And they were ready.
Ready for blood. Ready for war. Ready for supremacy.
...
While his beasts were plotting vengeance, Noah sat in his war room—meeting with his wives.
This time, the focus wasn't emotion.
It was strategy.
They knew it already—Supreme Rank wasn't achieved through raw strength alone. You needed an Authority. A gift or rather a reward from the Records. Something that only came through feats of impossible weight.
But after Supreme...
Came something even rarer.
The Mythic Rank.
To reach it, one had to change their race—evolve into a ruling species. With that higher core, you could begin to exert influence over a world.
It was a rank built on faith.
The more influence you had, the deeper your roots in the world became. And the deeper your roots, the more power you could draw—until eventually, you completely seized that world and ascended to the World Dominator Rank.
And Noah?
He didn't want any of them lingering in Mythic.
He wanted it to be a stepping stone, not a resting place.
So they needed people.
They needed worlds.
And the Shadow Realm was the perfect start.
Noah looked over at Shadeva, who now sat with them—calm and unreadable, like always.
"Tell us, Shadeva..." Noah said with a soft smile.
"Tell us about your siblings."
Because now...
Now it was time to learn more about the ones known as—
The Originals.
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Chapter 199: Chapter 199: The Siblings of Shadow
Chapter 199 – Childs of Shadow
Shadeva sat there, all eyes turned toward her—but her expression remained calm, unbothered.
After Noah's question, she couldn't help but reminisce.
About them.
About her siblings.
And each time she did, pain returned—along with disappointment.
She still couldn't understand. Couldn't accept it. Didn't they see? She never wanted to rule. She never sought dominion or control. All she had wanted was for them to stay together...
Forever.
She gave a small, crooked smile.
'Seems I was being delusional...'
She composed herself, and began to respond to Noah's question.
"We are a family of four—including me. So I have three siblings. Two sisters. One brother."
She told them everything.
No filters. No secrets.
Because they needed to know.
They needed to be prepared.
"As I said before... we were the first sentient shadows of the realm. And each of us has a unique ability—something only we possess. Something that defines us."
She paused, letting the weight of her words settle across the table.
"You all know mine—I can turn the dead into shadows. But it goes beyond that. My soul is not a normal soul. It's a miniature realm of shadows in itself. A realm that grows stronger with every shadow I take... and every bit I grow stronger, it grows too."
That was her truth. That was her uniqueness.
The First Daughter of Shadows.
And then, her voice dropped lower.
"For my siblings..."
"The first—Mortis—has a unique space. A corrosive shadow space. A dimension of his own making... and inside it, shadows that corrode everything."
"Time. Space. Soul. Memory."
"Anything."
"And anything he corrodes... he gains a part of."
She looked down for a second.
"The last time I saw him... his corrosive space had already reached the size of small a realm."
She let her words hang there. She didn't finish them.
She didn't have to.
They understood.
The room shifted. Eyebrows raised. Breaths tightened.
That... was a monster.
"So..." Alice broke the silence, voice quiet but serious, "if he were to corrode an entire world... would he gain a piece of that world's will?"
Shadeva just smiled.
And the answer was clear.
She wasn't done.
Her voice returned, smooth and steady—but darker now.
"The next is Ebony. The older sister right after me."
"Everywhere she walks... everything she touches... she leaves behind a shadow residue. Something only she can see. Something only she can interact with."
"I don't even understand her ability fully. But in short—her shadows store past movements."
She looked up again.
"That means, yes. If she strikes you once... she can store it. Then replay it."
"I remember when she stored millions of strike and use it all at once to her opponent."
Even Noah's brows twitched at that.
That was insane.
To store motion—store action—as shadow and use it again?
That was absurd. Broken.
And yet, it existed.
"The last one..." Shadeva whispered, her voice softening with fondness. "...was the youngest. Sylphira."
And that was telling.
The youngest had been closest to her.
And so her betrayal had hurt the most.
Shadeva's smile faded as she continued.
"Her ability is simple. Too simple, actually."
"Shadow Possession."
"She can possess anything that casts a shadow. All she needs is a stronger will."
"And once she does..."
"They become hers. Puppets."
No flair. No exaggeration.
Just fact.
And that fact was horrifying.
Because anything that casts a shadow could be taken.
Even constructs. Even beasts. Even deities, if they slipped.
That was terrifying.
That was madness.
And that's when the Vaelgrims understood what kind of hell the Shadow Realm truly was.
These siblings weren't normal beings. They weren't even just dangerous.
They were existences.
And they had evolved. Over eons. With their terrifying gifts, they would have reached entirely new realms.
It wasn't just about cultivation anymore.
It was about what you became.
And the kicker?
These three monsters had to gang up—together—just to seal Shadeva.
Because they feared her.
Now the Vaelgrims realized they had no idea what Shadeva truly was.
She wasn't just a shadow.
She was the shadow.
The First. The original among the originals. The root of everything in that cursed realm.
Her ability—to turn every being she killed into shadow, to absorb them, to rule over them in her internal realm—was nothing short of divine.
Even gods could become part of her.
Her inner realm grew. Her control grew.
And that meant she grew.
A queen of death and shadow.
And they had barely seen a glimpse of what she was capable of.
They looked at her differently now.
Not as Noah's shadow anymore.
But as a powerhouse.
Not someone to fear. But someone to respect.
Because even if she didn't act like it, her weight... was undeniable.
But not one of them placed her above them.
Because—
They were Vaelgrims.
They had lost a battle.
They had lost their home world.
They had lost their throne.
But they didn't flinch.
Even knowing that beings like Mortis, Ebony, and Sylphira existed.
Even knowing they had freed the one the others sealed.
Yes, they were probably doomed.
And yet...
It was fine.
They loved it.
Because that's what the bloodline craved.
Adversity. War. Chaos.
They thrived in it.
And now, more than ever, they had something worthy to overcome.
If they had to tear down the entire Shadow Realm to reclaim their place...
Then they would.
Noah smiled as he looked at them.
At his women.
They weren't discouraged. They weren't shaken.
They were burning...
Burning with resolve.
Burning with hunger.
And as a loving husband... how could he not reward them for that?
So—
"The most accomplished among you," he said with a smirk, "will get a full week with me. Just the two of us. Alone."
The room went dead silent.
Then—
"As his mother, and the one who made him possible, I think that week is mine," Selene said, her voice soft, maternal, but smug.
But no one gave a damn.
"No thanks. As his master, it obviously belongs to me," Elira snapped back.
"I'm literally his oracle. You want me to keep seeing his fate clearly? Then I deserve the reward," Elizabeth shot back.
"What about me then? As the one who gave him my mother as maid I deserve it." Zara too took part in this.
Alice's lips twitched at Zara's now boldness.
Anya laughed loudly.
And like that—it began.
The chaos. The arguments. The bickering.
Noah smiled.
Because that was exactly why he said it.
Some of them were still tense. Still stressed from everything that had happened.
So this was a way to lift the tension. To distract them just enough. To give them something playful to focus on—something normal in the middle of all this madness.
And it worked perfectly.
As the girls began arguing, shouting, teasing, and even betting who would win—
Noah leaned back in his seat, still smiling.
What a loving husband.
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Chapter 200: Chapter 200: Disdainful stare
Chapter 200 – Disdainful stare
After their little banter, and after feeling just a bit lighter inside, the girls refocused.
They still weren't done.
After sharing everything about her siblings, Shadeva continued—this time about the other powerful shadows that lived in the Shadow Realm, outside of her siblings.
Because it wasn't only her siblings that made the realm dangerous—it was the ones beneath them. The ones at Mythic Rank, at World Dominator Rank, and those nearing the brink of ascension.
The ones whose names may never be known outside, but whose presence made the entire Shadow Realm feel unbearably heavy in the eyes of the universe.
And most importantly... there were many of them.
Countless.
So after learning all that, the Vaelgrims were more than convinced.
This realm wasn't just dangerous.
It was insane.
And if they weren't careful—just one mistake—they might not walk away this time. Not alive, and not even with their bodies intact.
"I suggest we stay still," Selene said softly, her calm voice like water—but with something sharp beneath it. "We wait and grow stronger before making contact with anyone."
That was what she thought.
But it was also her way of protecting Noah.
Because, after all, he was injured.
And as much as she didn't show it that much, Selene was angry—furious, in fact. At the elves. At herself. At her weakness.
She hated being protected by her own son. Even with an SSS Rank... she felt small.
And that shame...she swallowed it.
Noah understood her feelings too.
But he didn't push.
He let her carry that burden quietly, because he didn't want them to rely on him for everything. He had helped them grow, yes—but now, he wanted them to move forward on their own.
As long as they informed him of any life threatening situation threatening them or their family, he didn't mind stepping in. No he would love that.
But he wants them more...independent let's say.
That's why he simply smiled and nodded.
"Well... that's something we can do. As long as we're in this realm, we're safe—normally. So yes. Let's grow stronger here."
He turned his gaze to the others.
"What about you all? Thoughts?"
"I agree," Elira said seriously. "We're still too weak. Even I, as a Supreme Rank, feel nervous in this place. It's dangerous—extremely so. And there's a reason no one's tried to invade or conquer this realm. Everyone just... leaves it alone."
She turned to Justicia.
"Normally, we'd have a Mythic-rank backing us. But..."
She didn't finish.
She didn't need to.
Justicia heard it loud and clear.
Because even though she was a Mythic Rank in name—without a world under her influence, it meant little. Her abilities as a Mythic couldn't activate fully without that connection.
And so, the decision became clear:
They had to stay. Train. Prepare.
Even Anya—the one who usually just wanted to burn, break, and destroy—nodded in agreement.
"You all seem to agree," Noah said, his gaze settling on Lilith, who had been quietly smiling since the beginning.
He tilted his head.
"What about you, Lilith? What do you think?"
Her smile widened.
"I think it's absolutely perfect," she said, her voice sultry. "It gives us time to bond. After all..."
She licked her lips slowly, her eyes gleaming with lust.
"...it's been a while, Master. And my body craves it."
She grinned.
"Don't forget—my daughter and I get stronger the more you fuck us. Every damn time."
No filter.
There was none needed, she was with family after all.
And matter of fact—none of the girls minded. Quite the opposite. They liked it. They felt the same.
Christelle trembled with suppressed lust.
Zara's legs twitched just from remembering her sex session with Noah.
Elira's tight ass clenched instinctively.
Selene's regal gaze softened with a hazy hunger.
Alice and Aphasia? They were already drooling in raw desire.
The memory of being filled to the brim... of Noah's cock stretching them wide and reaching their wombs?
It was maddening. Addictive.
Alice, in particular, had developed an obsession with sucking Noah's dick. It was her little slice of heaven. She could do it all day and still never get enough.
And watching them now—these regal, powerful women turning into wanton, lust-drunk sluts?
Justicia stared in disbelief.
'Is he really that good...?' she wondered, genuinely puzzled.
And disturbingly curious.
Shadeva felt the same.
Even Noah's maids, those in the Lotus Garden, were aware of everything happening... and they were just as thirsty. Leona and Nephis, in particular, were dying to be fucked by Noah.
Noah smiled at all of it.
His women really were the most entertaining things to exist.
He could watch them all day and never be bored.
But then—
"I agree with your assessment," he said, serious again. "But I think we should still send some people outside. People who can blend in. Who can move through this realm and gather information."
Everyone instantly knew who he meant.
"Shadeva. Ester. Eric," he said. "These three can integrate into the realm and learn what's out there. Lay the groundwork for the rest of us."
Then, he turned to one particular presence.
His mother-in-law.
Sari.
"And you as well... Mother-in-law," he added with a smirk.
A voice echoed gently across the room.
"By your will, young master."
He smiled at her tone.
She was the only one who still called him that.
Even Luminara had stopped. Now it was just "brat."
He shook his head, then turned back to Shadeva.
"I imagine it might be hard for you. Your face may already be known here and—"
Before he even finished his sentence, Shadeva shifted.
Her form melted away, replaced by an entirely new face and figure.
Noah blinked.
"...Right. Formless. I forgot."
He coughed lightly, then clapped his hands once.
"So... do you all agree with this plan?"
"Yes. It's a smart move," Selene said, nodding.
"That's actually great," Elira added. "Way more efficient than staying blind."
Ester and Shadeva accepted their tasks.
That just left Eric—but Noah knew him. Knew how obsessed he was with becoming one with the shadows. He wouldn't pass this up.
Everything was set.
Until—
"I guess I won't have my threesome partner this time," Neko pouted, looking at Ester with puppy eyes. "That's... kinda sad."
"I'll still come into the realm regularly," Ester said, giving her a thumbs-up. "Don't worry, Neko. We'll get fucked together—just like always."
The room fell silent.
Blank stares.
And then—
"...And I'm the degenerate?" Dominique muttered in disdain. "Bullshit."
And this time...
No one argued.
—End of Chapter 200—
A/N:
200 Chapters...something worthy to celebrate. And as you know there is no celebration without some gifts...so...
Shower me with gifts my awesome readers.
Thank you for reading!
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC201: Hunger
Chapter 201: Chapter 201: Hunger
Chapter 201 – Hunger
After everything was decided, Noah sat alone in his room, still thinking.
His women had given him time—for once. Normally, they would have all been here, surrounding him, each one trying to pull him into their arms, their laps, their beds.
But not this time.
Because right now... he needed to think.
The Shadow Realm was dangerous—massively so. He couldn't just send Shadeva, Ester, Sari and Eric in without safeguards. It wasn't just about strategy—it was about peace of mind. His and theirs. He didn't want anything to happen to them.
So the question burned in his mind,
What could he give them?
Artifacts? Potions? Skills?
Or...
Talents.
That word stuck.
Because after five years—or rather, fifteen within the realm—Noah had grown far beyond what he once was. Especially in his control over the Record Language. The Record Affinity.
He could now create talents. And not basic ones either.
A-Ranks and below, it was quite easy.
S-Rank, tricky, but doable.
As for SS and even SSS? Difficult, yes. But with enough focus, he could pull it off without failure.
But EX-Rank? That was a whole different level.
Since creating Copycat, he hadn't succeeded in making even a single EX-Rank talent.
And looking back now, it really did seem like beginner's luck.
"...Or maybe," Noah whispered to himself, eyes narrowing, "I was just too weak back then."
He'd been SS Rank when he last tried.
So maybe the problem wasn't his talent—but his rank.
So,
It's time.
"It's time to step into SSS Rank," Noah said softly, sitting up straighter, his expression calm. Almost... indifferent.
As if he wasn't a twenty-year-old preparing to step into a realm that even monsters a hundred years old hadn't reached.
Because most people needed centuries. Either to rack up feats grand enough for the Akashic Records to acknowledge them—or to train hard enough to be worthy of SSS Rank on their own.
But Noah?
Noah had seen what true power looked like. From the elves. From the abominations. From the shadows.
And it made him feel something he hadn't felt in a long time:
Powerless.
And that was a wake-up call.
He was an abomination, wasn't he?
The Records' favorite.
A walking anomaly.
But that wouldn't matter if the universe didn't give him time to grow.
Because no matter how monstrous your potential was—without time to develop it, you were no different than someone with none.
And Noah knew it.
He knew he had grown complacent.
After everything he'd accomplished, it was easy to think he was doing "enough."
But he wasn't.
Not anymore.
Back when he first arrived in Laeh—when he was weak—he was desperate. Hungry. Starving. He wanted. He craved. He obsessed.
And because of that, he climbed fast. Hard. Unstoppably.
But over time... that hunger faded.
Success became comfort and something that was always guaranteed.
And as you all know,
you can't be hungry when you're already full.
And Noah had been full.
But not anymore.
The comfort was gone.
The threat was real.
And in a twisted way... that was a good thing.
Because now, Noah had returned to the beginning.
He was hungry again.
Thirsty again.
No more ease. No more rest.
And so—
He grinned.
Not his usual devilish, arrogant grin.
A sharper one.
Quieter. Deadlier.
"I'm ready."
And the moment those words left his mouth—
{DING!}
{Noah Vaelgrim, you have reached the threshold to ascend to SSS Rank.}
{You have accomplished feats both impossible and magnificent. You have become something... exceptional.}
{You made an Original your shadow. You created a new hybrid race within Laeh. You were blessed by Laeh. You struck a deal with a demoness. You enslaved a being of Lust. You created a race with a bloodline powerful enough to rival the great factions. You uncovered a fragment of an Origin. You defeated champions of multiple races. And...}
{...you enslaved a Mythic Rank being.}
Even the Records paused.
They had to.
Because even they were surprised.
And that wasn't all. There were things they didn't even mention.
Like becoming the Record's favorite. Their favorite.
Like creating his own Talent.
It was insane. Maddening.
{You are a being of multiple affinities. You are the root of a concept. You are the beginning of a race. You are cunning. Treacherous. Beautifully dangerous.}
And then—
The option.
Just one.
Not five. Not three. Just one.
{Domain: The Genesis.}
Simple. Clean.
Absolute.
Noah smiled.
"Start the process."
Moments later, a muffled groan filled the room as the ascension began.
He was stepping into a new realm.
And truly,
What an unfair domain it was.
...
Far away, in the territory of the Bloodhearts, Red Bloodheart was floating peacefully in a pool of blood.
Alone.
Her daughter, as usual, was nowhere to be seen—too busy playing with her boyfriend.
"Tsk. What a disappointing daughter," Red muttered, clicking her tongue, her voice laced with genuine irritation.
But the reason for her frustration... wasn't what it seemed.
It wasn't because Rouge had a man.
It was because she didn't.
Well... not quite.
Let's be honest. She had a husband.
But...
"I want him," Red thought darkly, her crimson eyes glowing with barely-contained madness.
She didn't want her husband anymore. He'd done his duty. Given her a child. That was enough.
Now?
Now she wanted a man.
A man who could break her. A man who could dominate her—not just in battle, but in bed. Someone who could make her weak.
Not a pathetic thing who couldn't last two minutes.
And over the past few days, Red hadn't even paid attention to the chaos in the world—the wars, the destruction, the political shifts.
No.
Her mind had been locked on one thing.
One man.
Noah.
She thought of ways to get under his skin.
Under his pants.
She thought of ways to seduce him.
Or even better—
Ways for him to claim her.
It didn't matter how. As long as it happened.
But after hours of fantasizing, scheming, and internal screaming—
"I have nothing in mind! FUCK!" she shouted, slamming her fist into the blood beneath her, causing waves to erupt and rain down across the pool.
She was frustrated.
Strategic thinking wasn't her strength.
She just liked to fight. Kill. Bleed things.
And sadly, many others—including Noah—could do those things better than her now.
She sighed. Loud. Irritated. Resigned.
There was only one option left.
Ask her daughter.
Red's lips curled into a grin.
"Call that rebellious daughter of mine here. And tell her—she better come fast."
Her voice dropped.
"Or I'm coming to meet her boyfriend..."
"...and he won't like what I'll do to him."
Her voice was stone.
A servant's voice echoed back immediately.
"As you will, Matriarch."
Red leaned back into the blood.
And now, she had one more thing to figure out.
How to tell her daughter... that she planned to kill her own father...
For a man hundreds years younger than her.
—End of Chapter 201—
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