HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC202: Soul Preservation and the Shadowbound Mission
Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Soul Preservation and the Shadowbound Mission
Chapter 202 – Soul Preservation and the Shadowbound Mission
Noah lay sprawled on his massive bed—pure white, like everything in this room—and stared quietly at the ceiling above him.
He had just finished his ascension to SSS Rank, and to say there was a difference between SS and SSS would be... an understatement.
The difference was massive.
Right now, Noah felt like he could've handled all the champions from before in under ten seconds—with just his Domain.
Yes... his Domain was truly unfair.
Well, like most things about Noah, really.
Domain: The Genesis.
A simple name. A loaded meaning, as it also means,
The Beginning.
And it fit. Perfectly.
His Domain was tricky to understand unless you experienced it. It wasn't just a passive field or a manifestation of his will.
No—it was a living law.
Inside his Domain, anything he believed became. Anything he didn't wish to exist will not exist inside it. Anything he named, would gain the attributes of that name.
And more than anything—
The Domain affected reality itself.
It was that powerful.
The more Noah thought about it, the more satisfied he felt.
He smiled faintly. "The Genesis, huh? That's a pretty cool name," he muttered, pleased, sitting up slowly in the middle of his gigantic bed.
But he had no time to bask in his breakthrough.
He had promised something.
He had told them—his people—that he would create Talents. Unique ones. Preferably something that could save them when shit went bad.
And now it was time to deliver.
He tilted his head and began to think—his mind racing with designs, concepts, formulas, and fragments of imagined abilities.
Eventually, one stood out.
Something simple, but vital.
"Beings don't truly die unless their soul is destroyed. If I can protect their souls... even if they lose everything else, they'll survive."
He'd anchor their souls to himself.
So even if they died, he could pull them back—revive them fast.
It was risky, of course. Their connection to him could be used to trace their location. But he wasn't about to let his subordinates die because he wanted to play it safe.
He exhaled slowly.
"Then it's decided. The Talent will be called... Soul's Preservation."
He took a moment to ground himself. The creation of a Talent wasn't just about skill. It required intent, focus, mental clarity. And with the Record Affinity burning inside him now, it would be easier—stronger.
And the stronger his affinity grew...
The more terrifying things he would eventually be able to create.
He wondered when will he able to elevate it.
He smiled again.
Then got to work.
...
Time passed in a blur.
Five days inside the realm vanished like smoke.
And now, inside the White Castle's meeting room, Noah sat calmly on his pristine throne—draped in a magnificent white robe, golden thread weaving across its surface like lightning. On his chest was the crest of their family: a sky filled with white stars, each one unique in its shade.
Before him stood four figures—Eric, Shadeva, Sari, and Ester.
The infiltration team.
Their Talents had already been awakened.
And the mission was set.
"You're ready," Noah said, his voice composed, measured. "You have everything you need to infiltrate the Shadow Realm. And when the time comes—when we move against Shadeva's siblings—you'll be the ones who've laid the groundwork."
He paused.
Then looked at each of them—his runic white eyes calm but sharp.
"I don't need to tell you to be careful. You're not children. But still..."
His voice dropped slightly, softer.
"Don't die on me."
Ester and Eric smiled.
Shadeva gave a small nod.
Sari, ever the enigma—the Forgotten One—simply nodded, her expression unreadable as always.
Without another word, the four vanished—teleported directly to the Shadow Realm, where their mission would begin.
Noah remained where he was, head resting against his right palm, legs crossed, eyes half-lidded.
His expression had shifted again... back to something pensive.
'What are you thinking, Master?' Leona asked from within his mind.
Noah smiled faintly.
"About Luminara, Christelle... and Emily."
"They've been with me a long time. Especially Luminara. So I was wondering—should I start transforming them into Elysiar... or wait a bit longer to see more of their resolve?"
He explained it calmly—not just to Leona, but to all the others. After all, they could all hear him.
'Even Christelle? Is she worthy?' Nephis asked, genuinely confused. To her, Christelle's body had been used again and again. She had assumed such a woman would be unworthy of their Master.
"In fact," Noah said with a quiet smirk, "she has the highest chance of being transformed."
"And Nephis—don't judge people by their past. People can change. And Christelle is changing. You just don't see it, because you hardly speak to her."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"You all saw what she did when I killed her son."
"She didn't blink."
Noah's smile deepened—twisted, sharp.
"That's what I want. From my women. From everyone close to me."
Pure, unwavering dedication.
—
Inside the Lotus Garden, all the maids were sitting in unique, personalized lotuses. A still beauty surrounded them.
Nephis and Leona smiled as they heard Noah's words.
And then, in perfect harmony, they both spoke:
"We are devoted to you, Master."
Their voices were full of sincerity. And Noah could feel it.
He nodded, pleased.
But others...
Morgan. Katy. Sonomi.
They stayed quiet.
Their expressions were a little awkward.
They could feel Nephis and Leona's eyes on them—but they didn't flinch.
It wasn't that they weren't loyal.
They were, in a sense.
But only because of Noah's power. Because he could help them.
Not because they had given their hearts, their souls, their will to him.
Not yet.
Because dedication is something else entirely.
It's when you serve without expecting reward.
When you give everything—just to satisfy him.
And they weren't at that level.
Nephis and Leona knew it.
And Noah knew too.
But he didn't mind.
Not yet.
'Everything will fall into place with time.' Noah thought silently. 'And if they don't change...'
He smiled.
'Well, taking back what I gave is easy.'
He closed his eyes.
The infiltration team was gone.
Now, all that remained was to integrate Laeh's core fully into his realm and...
Noah's smirk turned downright wicked.
'Time to fuck my dear women.'
After all, it was a way to be stronger too.
—End of Chapter 202—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC203: The Infiltration Begins
Chapter 203: Chapter 203: The Infiltration Begins
Chapter 203 – The Infiltration Begins
Eric, Shadeva, Ester, and Sari reappeared in the same dark cave Noah had once fallen into.
And as they turned to take in their surroundings, they all felt it—the same impression Noah had described. There were no clear walls, no ground, no ceiling. Only... shadows.
But not shadows on something.
No.
Everything was shadows.
The ground beneath them, the cavern's ceiling above, the air around—it was all composed of shadowstuff, ever-shifting, ever-pulsating with life. And if you looked closely—truly looked—you'd notice the subtle movement. A slow, imperceptible dance.
It was unnerving.
But also... strangely comforting.
Because for beings like them—shadows, or those deeply bound to shadow—they felt at home. As if this place whispered in their bones that this is where you were always meant to be. That this realm was theirs.
And in a way... it was.
"Now, let's discuss how we'll proceed," Shadeva said suddenly, her voice cutting through the thick air, pulling the others into focus.
Once she was sure all eyes were on her, she began to speak, calm and deliberate.
"As I told you—this realm is dangerous. But we are not here to fight. Not yet. We're here for one reason and one reason only..."
She paused.
"...information."
All three nodded. Their faces were serious. Especially Eric, whose jaw was clenched tight, his eyes sharp with tension.
He knew the truth.
He was the weakest here.
And that meant one thing: he was the most likely to screw this up.
So he listened carefully. Memorizing every word Shadeva said. No distractions.
Shadeva continued.
"To gather information more efficiently... we'll split up. There are three major domains here, each under the direct control of one of my siblings. Since we are four—one group will have two members."
She looked at them without saying anything else. Letting the decision be made by them.
She herself would go alone. She didn't need anyone. That much was clear.
Eric glanced at Ester, then at Sari.
Sari opened her elegant lips to speak—but Eric beat her to it.
"I'll go alone," he said firmly.
All of them turned to him, surprised.
He was the one they thought would need protection. The one they'd keep an eye on.
But that was exactly why he wanted to go alone.
Because if he failed—he didn't want to drag someone else down with him.
And more than that...
He wanted to prove himself. To challenge himself. And if he was paired with someone, he might not be forced to act on his own.
He needed that pressure.
"I'll go alone," Eric repeated, voice calm but resolute.
The others stared for a second longer... then nodded.
"If that's what you want," Shadeva said neutrally.
"Any preference on which domain you'd like?" she asked.
But none of them answered.
They had no preferences.
So Shadeva chose for them.
And she was satisfied. She knew her siblings. She knew her allies. She knew where they would thrive—or at least, survive.
"I will go to Ebony. Eric, you go to Mortis. Ester and Sari... you'll handle Sylphira."
As she spoke, she threw black slips of paper toward them—each glowing with a faint, flickering shadowlight.
"These will guide you to their domains. I don't know what's changed in all these years, so you'll have to adapt to any unpredictable situations on your own."
Then, she paused.
Her face turned serious—almost solemn.
"Be careful. And..."
She let the words linger.
"...don't die."
And then—she was gone.
The shadows swallowed her.
Shadeva had gone straight into Ebony's domain.
Eric looked at the remaining two and gave a small, nervous smile.
"Well... I'm off too."
And just like that, he disappeared.
Ester and Sari remained.
Neither said a word.
They didn't need to.
They were both silent types. Efficient. Focused. Communication wasn't something they wasted unnecessarily.
"Ready?" Ester asked flatly.
"Yes," Sari replied in the same tone.
Then, without another sound, they vanished as well.
...
While Shadeva and her group infiltrated the Shadow Realm, the very masters of that realm were gathering.
And ironically... the topic of their meeting was none other than Shadeva herself.
Perhaps she had forgotten.
Or maybe she hadn't thought it necessary.
But wasn't it obvious?
If someone binds you, and you escape... won't they know?
That's pretty obvious right?
But oh well...
It's the most obvious truths we tend to overlook—precisely because they're obvious.
And Shadeva had made that mistake.
Because her siblings... were very aware.
...
In a hidden zone within the Shadow Realm—where shadow upon shadow layered like silk curtains stacked infinitely—there was no ground, no sky. Only a vast expanse where nothing existed but the concept of shadow.
Floating midair were four thrones—each one crafted from shadow, each one distinct.
But only three were occupied.
On one throne—black, jagged, and endlessly corroding—sat a man. Slender figure, soft features, his posture lazy, his eyes tired, but beneath it all... something deadly. His hair was pitch black, like a corrosive tar, bubbling and flowing like venom. This was Mortis.
Another throne—fluid, shifting, like spilled ink frozen in motion—held a woman of grace. Her spine was straight. Her legs crossed. Her fingers tapped slowly on the armrest, each tap sending ripples through the air. Her eyes looked like ink had exploded inside them, blotting out all color. This was Ebony.
And the third... belonged to a childlike figure. A short girl laying sideways like she was playing on a playground, hair wild and eyes ever-shifting—changing shape, changing meaning.
From beasts to blades. From humans to ghosts.
This was Sylphira.
And these were The Originals.
Shadeva's siblings.
"Why did you call us here, Ebony?" Mortis asked, voice laced with boredom, as if his sister had just interrupted a much more interesting nap.
"Yeah! Why, big sis? I was in the middle of infiltrating a world! I needed more puppets!" Sylphira added, pouting in frustration.
Ebony didn't respond immediately. Her gaze drifted, almost involuntarily, toward the fourth throne.
An empty one.
A simple, plain seat—black, unassuming.
But none of them looked at it with indifference.
Because they knew.
They knew the weight of the one who once sat there.
She sighed.
"...Big Sister has escaped."
The moment the words left her lips—
Mortis' posture straightened.
Sylphira stopped smiling.
And both of them—at the exact same time—spoke:
"How?"
"Since when?"
They blinked. Realized they'd spoken in unison.
And immediately glared at each other.
As if saying: how dare you speak when I speak.
Yes.
They were siblings, alright.
—End of Chapter 203—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC204: Seal her again
Chapter 204: Chapter 204: Seal her again
Chapter 204 — Seal her again
Mortis and Sylphira glared at each other, but soon concentrated on the words of Ebony.
Ebony spoke again, her voice calm and steady. "She escaped. Meaning someone did that. I even looked for the world we had imprisoned her in."
She paused.
Mortis raised an eyebrow lazily. "And what did you do to that world? And what even did you do to big sister?"
A frown started to slowly appear on his lazy face. "You know we only agreed to seal her, nothing else."
"I didn't do anything. The world was destroyed when I went there to look for clues."
"And looking at what was left from the destruction, it hadn't been that long of a time," Ebony said to her two siblings, wanting them to understand the situation.
And indeed, Mortis and Sylphira immediately frowned, their expressions twisted in anger.
"Who dared to touch our big sister?" Mortis said, as shadows started to twist around him wildly, the atmosphere around him becoming even more corrosive.
"I wonder too, big brother. It seems these past few thousand years we have been too calm, haven't we?" Sylphira said, then soon grinned.
"How about we destroy a couple of their worlds?" she proposed with an eager grin, but also, under that grin, there was irritation growing.
She turned her head towards Ebony. "But first, who was responsible for this destruction?" Sylphira asked Ebony, who since the beginning didn't show any particular strong feeling.
Only cold analysis and pragmatism.
"It seemed the world destroyed itself, but I have seen the leftover of strong mana residuals made by plant magic," Ebony said with slightly pensive eyes.
"The elves," Mortis and Sylphira said at the same time.
Ebony smiled. "It seems like it. And not any family, as the power of that skill was extremely high-level," she said as she slowly raised her hand and pointed her finger up at the sky.
Suddenly, shadows twisted above it and soon a screen made of shadows became visible, and the screen showed Orien and Klaus.
Ebony smiled and said, "Golden-haired and green eyes. The typical characteristics of the Worldborn."
Mortis and Sylphira looked at the screen, their expressions being a little difficult now that they knew it was the Worldborn — and without being surprised by Ebony's power.
After all, with her unique shadow ability that helped her store past movements, Ebony managed to touch upon the power of time itself and do things like recreating past scenes of a given location easily.
"And I'm not done. It seems there was another being with them, but I can't seem to be able to see his face or anything, even with this power," Ebony said again, and this time with an intrigued expression.
After all, hardly anyone could hide themselves from her skills.
But Mortis and Sylphira didn't share her intrigue. Instead—
"How should we deal with the Worldborn? We should make clear they have trespassed our land," Mortis said coldly.
Ebony shook her head. "We won't do anything like that. You already know the Worldborn — they are troublesome with that damn old hag behind them. And that's not our priority for now."
She paused, letting her words sink in.
"Our priority is to find big sister," Ebony said with a serious voice.
They knew she was not dead.
They would have known if she was.
Shadeva was the first daughter of shadow, so do you think that Shadow itself would fall silent when its first daughter died?
No.
The whole shadow realm would have trembled in fury and anger.
But nothing happened. That means she was still alive somewhere. And they had to find her... fast.
"We have to find her before any of those factions become aware of it," Ebony said again firmly.
This time, Sylphira asked, "Will we have to imprison her again?" she asked in a low and painful voice, as if not bearing the idea of doing the same thing to her big sister again.
And it was not only her — even Mortis and Ebony felt the same.
They didn't want to do it.
Their faces clearly showed that much reluctance.
But Ebony nodded her head slowly. "We have to, Sylphira. Otherwise you know what would happen. And we are not strong enough to go against all of them together."
"And you know no one would help us," Ebony said before sighing in frustration.
The shadow space became silent for a while, as all of them were busy with their own thoughts.
"We were weak before. We were young. But it's not the same anymore, Ebony. We can drown millions of worlds in shadow in an instant. We can kill the will of a prime world if we get serious. And we can go against them," Mortis said with a strong voice.
"So tell me, why should we cower again? Let's fight them all. Let's take back our big sister and kill them all."
"You know why they did this to us. You know they were afraid of big sister's power — that's why they did all this. That's why they came to us for a trade and us..."
Mortis struggled to continue his words. He was deeply ashamed, and every time he thought about it, he just wanted to kill his past self for accepting such a damn trade.
Feelings that Ebony and Sylphira understood greatly.
"We were young and new in this universe. Don't be too hard on yourself, Mortis," Ebony said before continuing.
"And I understand your thoughts. But we are not alone. We can't take this decision easily. The fate of the shadow realm is on us. And if we are killed... it might get destroyed or enslaved."
"And we can't accept that. And also..."
Ebony smiled wryly, but also very, very angrily.
It was a weird contrast. Like she was resigned but at the same time she was so angry about it.
And that's weird — after all, resigned people usually don't feel angry at their situation anymore. They just accept it and go on.
But Ebony — or even any of the three siblings — did not.
And finally, Ebony spoke.
"You know they have us bound. And we can no longer disobey."
At her words,
Mortis and Sylphira became even more angry and livid at their past selves.
But the past was the past. Now they had to look forward.
"So first we find big sister, then..."
Ebony sighed again.
"Then we seal her again."
The siblings didn't speak again. Each of them was busy with their own thoughts.
And,
'Not this time,' Mortis thought with determination — determination to make up for what he had done.
'Big sister...' Sylphira thought with great guilt, as she thought of the big sister who always spoiled her and couldn't help but curse herself for being weak.
Ebony looked at each of them and sighed again, already seeing the headache coming.
But she let it pass, as for now, the most important thing was to find her big sister.
All that...
Not knowing the one they were looking for...
Was coming for them.
—End of Chapter 204—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC205: Shackles
Chapter 205: Chapter 205: Shackles
Chapter 205 — Shackles
The meeting between the siblings ended, and each of them had gone back to their territory.
And in Mortis's domain—also known in the shadow realm as the Domain of the Corrosive Original—Mortis himself sat inside a room filled with black fog. A fog that anyone under Supreme Rank, even if they just inhaled a little, would instantly die from. And even Supremes... wouldn't survive here for more than ten seconds.
But Mortis sat inside it, completely unbothered. No pain. No strain.
His eyes were closed. His breath even. His body calm.
'How far am I...?' Mortis asked himself inwardly. And immediately, as if his thoughts alone had power, the corrosive black fog thickened around him—growing darker, heavier. Looking less like fog and more like pure shadow.
It flowed freely around him... before slowly entering his body. Deep. Deeper. Past the flesh. Past the soul.
But into his very existence.
And there, at the very core of his being, was something that looked like—
A shackle.
A deep, boundless shackle. One moment it looked like black void, the next like pure gold, then again like decaying corruption—changing again and again and again.
It didn't just change color. It changed shape. It changed weight. It shifted constantly.
The power leaking from that single shackle was enough to flatten billions of middle worlds... and crush millions of high-level worlds into dust.
It was just that powerful.
And Mortis, with cold determination, directed his corrosive shadow toward it. Slowly. Carefully.
But even before the shadow could touch it, it disintegrated—no, vanished—like it never even existed.
"Arghh...!" Mortis growled, blood splashing violently from his mouth, black and burning.
Another failure.
But instead of cursing, instead of losing patience, Mortis smiled. A small, bloody, cracked smile.
"This time... I was a little closer," he whispered, half-laughing under his breath.
He might not have succeeded. But he felt it. He was closer. And if he kept going...
"I'll reach it. Even if it takes me thousands... or billions of years. I don't care. Time doesn't matter to me," Mortis said, voice slow but filled with fire.
Because this time, he wasn't going to accept it. He wasn't going to seal his big sister again.
No way in hell.
And if it meant going against Ebony?
So be it.
He stood up, wiped the blood from his lips, then spoke calmly into the fog, "Make sure Ebony's forces don't find big sister. Make things difficult for them, subtly. Use the power of the worlds under us if necessary."
And at his words—
"By your will, Lord Mortis."
Then silence again.
Mortis closed his eyes.
He wasn't done.
It was time to continue.
Though, as he felt the pain crawling through his insides again, he muttered with a twitch in his brow—
'Fuck... I need to finish this soon so I can go back to being lazy. Damn. I miss my big sister.'
Truly... what a hardworking lazy shadow.
...
While Mortis was pushing forward in his own way—his little sister, Sylphira, was doing the same.
But Sylphira's case was... different.
Because her power wasn't like Mortis's. Her power was strange. Tricky. Insanely powerful... but hard to use.
Sylphira had the power to possess anything that had a shadow—anything. As long as she had the will for it.
And let's be honest. Only rare things in the world don't cast shadows.
Even the shackle deep inside her being cast one.
But here came the problem.
She had to dominate the shadow to possess it.
And to dominate the shadow of the shackle?
She needed a will stronger than it.
But did she have it?
Hell no.
The will of the shackle could erase billions of her own stacked together.
Billions...of the will of an Original.
That's insane, right?
But it was the truth.
Still, if there was one thing she shared with Mortis, it was the will to break free.
And so,
Sylphira made her decision.
She would make her will stronger.
No matter how.
And the fastest, most brutal way?
Suffering.
Real suffering. Real pain. Real endurance.
So, right now—
Sylphira was inside the flame of hell. Literally.
Not metaphorically.
A real, physical flame. Black and red. It melted her mind. Burned her soul. Shattered her being. Reduced her existence to screaming, agonized fragments.
Her eyes—if you could still call them that—were gone. Melted.
Her brain...gone.
Her heart...vaporized.
Her flesh...peeled and stripped and gone.
Even her bones, made of shifting shadow and chaos, were melting—slowly, horrifically.
This pain—if Justicia felt just one nanosecond of it—she would lose her mind forever.
But Sylphira held on.
Because she was an Original. Because she was Sylphira.
Even in this state... she was still thinking.
Thinking of her big sister.
Of the guilt.
Of the regret.
Of how she failed her.
And all of it—every regret, every shameful whisper—was fuel.
Fuel to endure.
Fuel to break free.
She suffered in silence, while her lips, though scorched, whispered faintly—
'Once all this is over... big sister will spoil me again.'
What a thought.
What a ridiculous, adorable thought.
But it kept her going.
...
If you think Mortis and Sylphira were the only ones who cared—
You're wrong.
Ebony cared too.
But Ebony... was different.
She didn't act on feelings. She didn't move for emotion.
Ebony moved through logic. Through cold, calculated reasoning.
And that's why, back then, she had been the one to convince her siblings to accept that damn deal.
Not because she hated Shadeva.
But because she loved her too much.
And the only way to avoid her death—or theirs—
Was to bind themselves.
But Ebony'd been the first to search for a way out.
She tried for eons.
And in the end, there was only one truth.
They couldn't escape.
Not like this.
Not with the power they had.
And maybe not ever.
"...But they're so stubborn," Ebony muttered, sighing as she lay on her bed—which, strangely, was just a plain wooden bed.
Her room looked like any normal woman's room. Organized. Clean. Everything in its place. Nothing out of line. Not even a wrinkle on her sheets.
"They want to escape, but they'll learn the truth eventually," she said again.
She had told them before.
It was impossible.
They didn't listen.
So now?
She let them.
Let them do what they wanted.
And when the day came—when they failed—she'd be there. She'd welcome them back.
Because deep down, she knew:
They will fail.
That was the issue with people like Ebony.
So rational. So logical.
They couldn't imagine anything outside their lines.
And because of that...
They never saw the impossible coming.
—End of Chapter 205—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC206: Different kind of thrust
Chapter 206: Chapter 206: Different kind of thrust
Chapter 206 – Different kind of thrust
The journey towards each domain was far from easy—there were many obstacles along the way, sometimes tied to the very terrain itself because of how treacherous and unstable it was, and sometimes it was related to the beasts, creatures born of pure shadow and hunger.
Eric had been moving through the shadows on his way to Mortis's domain ever since he had separated from the girls, but—
What a terrible mistake that had been.
The shadows of the Shadow Realm were not ordinary. They were not just absence of light, no—they were living, breathing things, and many among them were beasts. So when you moved through them like you would back in the normal world...
You woke them up.
And when you did that, well—your situation might just end up like Eric's, who was now surrounded on all sides by shadow beasts in the middle of a forest made of shadows.
The creatures had all kinds of shapes. Some looked like animals, some resembled humans, some were twisted abominations of both, and others... others were so deeply wrong that you couldn't categorize them in any known logic, as if their very form was birthed from nightmares.
What made them beasts wasn't just their form, it was the complete absence of mind. There was no reason, no logic, no restraint—only instinct, hunger, and violence.
"First lesson learned. Never travel through the shadows of this realm if you're not fucking powerful," Eric muttered under his breath as he extended his hand and summoned his weapon—a sleek black sword forged of condensed shadow.
There was no hesitation on his face, no fear, just focus. Deep, unwavering, lethal focus.
The moment the sword appeared in his hand, it was as if a trigger had been pulled. The beasts roared, snarled, and lunged toward him in sync, their claws like blades, their teeth sharpened to deadly points, aiming to tear him apart.
Clank—!
Eric blocked the first strike with his sword, then spun around smoothly, delivering a vicious kick to the neck of the closest beast, sending it flying into the air like a broken doll.
He ducked immediately afterward, just narrowly avoiding a deadly swipe, then changed the grip of his sword mid-motion and drove it upward—right into the belly of the next incoming creature.
Before it even had time to scream, Eric stepped forward and crushed its head under his foot with merciless force, splattering black blood across the shadowy ground.
All of it happened in seconds. And yet, there were still ten more.
"I need to control my shadow mana better..." Eric whispered to himself, realizing with a sharp breath that his reserves were already draining faster than expected.
The beasts had learned from the first exchange—they didn't rush in one by one anymore. No. They attacked him together. All at once.
Seeing that, Eric gave a faint smile.
"Seems like you really are as mindless as they say..."
Then, without wasting another breath, he took his stance—or at least, something that could resemble a stance. He wasn't crouched or poised in a formal form. He simply stood still, his sword held high above his head, the tip of the blade pointed down at the earth.
And as the beasts charged, just a few meters away—
Eric plunged his sword deep into the shadowy ground.
"Shadow Destruction," he whispered, his voice cold and serene like still water before a storm.
And then—
BOOOOOM!
A deep explosion erupted beneath their feet, shattering the forest in a wave of corrupted shadow mana. The detonation engulfed the beasts instantly, vaporizing several and tearing apart the shadow trees nearby. The very ground shook under the force of it.
When the dust settled, Eric looked upon the destruction he had unleashed.
He smiled faintly.
"Not bad," he said softly.
"I might even get u—"
"ROOOOOAAAAAARRRRR!"
A thunderous, deep, mindless roar shattered the air, cutting off his words mid-sentence.
Eric's body immediately tensed at the sound, and a wave of fear began to bloom inside his chest. It wasn't just loud. It was powerful. Primal.
And then, he heard it.
The sound of footsteps—no, of something running.
Something massive was moving at terrifying speed... and it was coming straight for him.
'He's fast. Too fast. He'll catch me before I can react,' Eric thought immediately, and without wasting a second, he took another stance—this time proper, with full form, facing the direction of the incoming threat.
Then he saw it—and cursed instantly.
It was a towering beast made of shadow, its body dripping liquid darkness, and its eyes glowing with blood-red fury. It had a humanoid form, but with a long tail—at the end of which was a sphere of dense, compressed shadow energy.
Its presence alone screamed of danger.
A solid S-rank.
'Manageable,' Eric thought coldly.
The moment the beast entered his field of vision, Eric acted—he didn't hesitate.
A colossal sword of shadow magic materialized above the creature, crashing down toward its head.
At the same time, Eric blinked into the shadows and reappeared behind the beast, thrusting his sword deep into its leg.
And instantly...
A monstrous scream of pain tore through the air as the beast's leg was pierced, black vicious blood gouged out in abundance.
The battle continued on.
...
While Eric was thrusting a blade into a beast—
Noah was also thrusting.
But not a sword.
And not into a beast.
He was buried deep inside Lilith, fucking her with slow, powerful strokes, his cock stretching her soaked, clenching pussy. Her eyes were rolled back, her face stained with tears and saliva dripping from her lips.
"A-AHH! YES! I missed this—I missed this so much, my Master! Please... claim me again!" Lilith moaned, her voice echoing through the room like a desperate prayer.
Each thrust sent shivers through her whole body. Her legs twitched, her nails dug into the bed, and her pussy clenched down tighter every time Noah slammed deeper inside her, as if trying to trap him inside forever.
Noah groaned through gritted teeth. His wounds weren't fully healed, and every movement hurt—but the pleasure drowned the pain. Lilith's pussy had always been dangerous. Hot, soft, and gripping in ways that made even him lose focus.
Minutes passed, and finally—
"Ah... I'm cumming," Noah said, his voice low, hoarse with pleasure.
"Inside. Please, Master, deep inside—fill me. I need it," Lilith begged, her entire body shaking with need.
But just as he was about to release, Noah pulled out of her pussy—and shoved his cock deep into her mouth.
Lilith gasped in surprise, eyes wide for a moment... before they glazed over with wild bliss as his cum began pouring down her throat.
She came instantly. Violently.
Her body convulsed, and her mouth ballooned from the sheer volume—some of it even leaked through her nose.
But she swallowed it all.
Every last drop.
Greedy and ecstatic.
Noah smirked, satisfied, and pulled his cock from her mouth with a lewd pop.
"You've always been amazing, Lilith."
Lilith smiled through the haze, breathless and dazed. "And for someone injured, you still made me feel like a filthy whore..."
"You are a filthy whore, Mother. Actually, you're worse than that."
The voice came from behind.
It was Dominique—completely naked, her pink pussy dripping wet, her eyes glowing with obsession and need.
She stepped behind Lilith, grabbed her mother's arms, and held her still, then spread her legs wide.
Lilith's swollen, twitching pussy and tight asshole were both on full display.
Dominique looked directly at Noah with an expression of twisted devotion and mad lust.
"Fuck her ass, Master. Make her scream. Make her forget how to sit ever again," she whispered, heart-shaped pupils glowing.
Lilith trembled. Just hearing those words... made her leak even more.
Noah grinned like a devil and, without hesitation, thrust his cock deep into her ass.
And oh—what bliss it was.
The sinful trio of Noah, Dominique, and Lilith began.
—End of Chapter 206—
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Shadeva was walking alone, quietly, through the mountainous region of the Shadow Realm.
There were no trees here, only towering peaks of dark stone, carved by ancient forces, shaped by shadows themselves.
Rustles of movement echoed in the distance — but Shadeva didn't stop. She didn't flinch. She didn't even blink.
She simply walked.
Calmly. Leisurely. Like a goddess taking a stroll through a long-abandoned garden of shadows, like an adult returning home after years abroad, trying to recognize the place they left behind.
And in truth, she was curious.
The Shadow Realm had changed.
'So... they didn't just play around while I was gone,' Shadeva thought, not without a sliver of pride biting into her voice.
Strangely, she felt happy. Annoyingly happy. That they hadn't neglected their home. That they had grown, expanded, evolved.
Her lips curved into a faint smile as she kept walking with that same slow grace—and somewhere in her chest, an unwelcome heat stirred.
She didn't want to feel it.
But she did.
She was eager.
Eager to see them again. Her siblings.
She hated that.
And yet—
"...I'm such a weak-hearted woman," she muttered, almost scolding herself, her voice sharp and bitter and low.
She paused mid-step. Smiled. Then kept walking like nothing had cracked her.
"It's been so long since I last stepped foot here... since I last came home," she murmured. And then, louder—
"Come out, my children."
That smile on her lips—gentle, eerie, almost motherly—was a smile no one in Noah's camp had ever seen before.
"Come out and kill everything in my way."
A breath of silence passed.
Then it happened.
Voices.
Not one. Not two.
But millions.
All speaking at once, layered in unholy harmony, like a choir of beasts that had slumbered too long.
"By your order, O Mother of Shadows."
And just like that—the entire mountain range was swallowed in a darkness so deep, so thick, it felt like the end of everything.
Shadeva's children... her summons... her loyal monsters—
They had returned.
And they had only one purpose:
To kill.
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC208: The Forgotten One
Chapter 208: Chapter 208: The Forgotten One
Chapter 208 – The Forgotten One
The mountainous region was already buried in shadows, but when Shadeva summoned her children—
there was something different.
This time, the shadows weren't the work of ambient darkness or mindless creatures.
These were conscious. Dense. Devouring. Shadows too powerful to describe.
Dozens of figures blinked into existence around her, instantly, making the already dim realm even darker.
Then, without hesitation, they lunged toward the beasts approaching Shadeva—like wolves released from a cage.
Thousands of beasts. Shadowborn panthers and umbrabats.
Not your everyday pests—these things were notorious in the Shadow Realm. And when I say notorious, I mean the kind of monsters that make even SS-rank brutes piss themselves. Most who met them never came back.
But Shadeva wasn't most. She wasn't low-rank.
She wasn't even normal.
So, in sync—each of her summoned shadows pulled out their weapons, all forged from living shadow.
One of them was someone familiar.
Oren, the same guy Noah met back in the Forest of Darkness.
He pulled out a black spear laced with glowing red runes, holding it lazily over his shoulder like it was a twig. As the beasts closed in, he grinned, tilted his head, and pointed the tip of his spear straight at them—
"Dominating Thrust."
The spear expanded—elongated like a spear of divine judgment—and impaled the beast in front of him before it could even blink.
"Oh Oren, already going hard?" one of the shadows chuckled beside him.
Oren smirked. "I haven't even started."
No need for banter. He lunged forward.
The panthers moved like wind—fading in and out of sight, their bodies blurring with the dark. Even for Oren, tracking them was a troublesome thing. There were SS-rank. Fast as hell.
So, to lock them down—
One of his comrades slammed a boot into the earth.
"Shadow Transformation."
The ground beneath them dissolved—instantly turned into fluid shadow. The panthers hesitated for a moment, startled by this sudden transformation. But that half-second pause?
Enough.
They were slaughtered without mercy. Cut down in a flurry of blade, claw, and wrath.
But then came the umbrabats.
They screeched, and the sound shattered the silence. The air detonated with pressure. The shadows themselves recoiled in fear. Even Oren and the others had to step back, forced to halt their momentum.
"We need to deal with those flying rats first," Oren growled.
"Agreed."
"Otherwise they'll just keep screaming."
Everyone nodded. The choice was obvious.
"Let me handle it," a voice said from behind.
They turned.
A pale man walked forward—frail-looking, skin whiter than bone, posture bent like he was carrying a boulder. And he was.
On his back rested a colossal warhammer—ten times his own weight.
Oren snorted. "Weirdo. Still refusing to switch to a better weapon?"
The man grinned back, same smugness. "Never in my life, Oren."
He stepped forward, taking position in front of the group. The umbrabats screeched again, preparing to dive.
No one flinched.
The man, one the shadows call weirdo, grabbed the hammer with both hands.
And like a baseball player ready to knock the soul out of a pitch, he swung—
but not at a beast.
He hit the space itself.
BOOOOOOMMMMM.
A sonic shockwave ripped through the air. From the impact point, a wave of shadows burst out and mid-flight turned into thousands of razor-thin needles—sharp enough to pierce ancient stone.
They shot forward in a screaming storm.
They targeted the Umbrabats and pierced with surgical precision. In no time they were all exterminated.
All of them. Gone.
Shadeva, watching from the sidelines, didn't blink. She turned around, completely unbothered, and continued her stroll.
Her shadows could return to her anytime and anywhere.
She had more pressing matters. Like what kind of punishment her siblings deserved this time.
...
Meanwhile, while Shadeva was casually bulldozing her path—
Two women walked untouched. Unbothered.
Unaffected.
Not because no one was around.
But because they were simply too slippery. Too invincible.
It was, of course, the mother-daughter duo, Ester and Sari.
Both wielded Intent that made tracking them borderline impossible.
Ester's shrouded intent allowed her to vanish so deeply into her surroundings that not even most S-ranks could sniff her out. SS-ranks would need to want to find her just to have a chance.
But Sari? Sari was something else.
Her presence wasn't just low—it was nonexistent.
Even calling it "low" felt like an insult. In the Vaelgrim family, they called her The Forgotten One.
Not because she was boring or even ordinary looking. Hell no.
If anything, Sari was more beautiful than Ester. Taller. Fitter. Sharper features.
But she had something inside her—something that made people's eyes slide off her, like she didn't exist.
Not forgotten.
It looked like she was Ignored by reality itself.
And right now, the two of them were walking quietly toward Sylphira's domain. No chatter. No footsteps. Just pure stealth and grace.
This journey should've been tense. Dangerous.
Instead? Disappointingly easy.
But after a long silence, Ester finally spoke.
Decided to be the "bigger person."
"It's been a long time since we were alone like this, mother," she said, eyes ahead.
"Yes. A long time indeed. But you've been busy, haven't you?" Sari's voice was soft—just like her presence.
Ester smiled. "Indeed. A lot happened since I became Noah's shadow."
And then—
"I should thank you, mother. I wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea of becoming the shadow of Selene's spoiled little brat... but you forced me. And in the end..."
Her smile widened.
"It was the best thing that ever happened to me."
Sari looked at her daughter—really looked. That smile, that glow.
Ester had always mirrored her. The cold face, the silence. Sari had known it was just mimicry at first, but—
Live like something long enough, and it becomes real. That's how humans work. That's a fact.
And now?
Now it wasn't mimicry anymore. Ester had become like her.
But this smile? This moment?
That felt like the real Ester—peeking out from under the mask.
Sari smiled. A true, proud, mother's smile.
"I'm happy for you."
But then—
"You know, mother..." Ester purred, that grin twisting into something darker. Something degenerate.
"I'm a good daughter. And I want the best for you."
Sari blinked. Suspicion rising.
Then came the grin.
Dominique's grin.
"Why don't you become Noah's woman too? That way, we can pass more time together."
Sari froze.
She turned slowly, looking at Ester like she was seeing a stranger. But she wasn't.
That was her daughter.
The mask was off now. She had stopped pretending to be like her mother. This was the real her. The one she wished to see.
As she had always wanted her daughter to be like herself.
But maybe...
It was not that good of a wish.
That's why they say,
Be careful what you wish for.
Because sometimes, the thing you want,
Isn't the thing you need.
Right?
—End of Chapter 208—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC209: Noelle
Chapter 209: Chapter 209: Noelle
Chapter 209 – Noelle
Sari stared at Ester, dumbfounded, confused, completely thrown.
"What... what did you just say?" she asked, voice small, clinging to a desperate hope that her daughter wouldn't repeat that same filthy line.
But come on. Expecting restraint from Ester, raised on Lilith and Dominique's brutally direct way of life?
That would be stupid.
And of course, Ester didn't disappoint.
"Be Noah's woman," she said simply, like she was talking about breakfast.
Then she turned her head, eyes narrowed, genuinely puzzled.
"Why are you even hesitating?"
As if hesitation itself was the real sin. As if wanting Noah wasn't natural. As if not wanting him was what needed to be explained.
And maybe she had a point.
Billions of women across the realm dreamed of him. Fantasized. Cried into their beds at night knowing they'd never be with him or even have the luck to look at him. Some even shattered their own hearts just imagining it. Hell, even the Matriarch of the Bloodheart clan masturbated to thoughts of Noah.
So why the fuck was Sari—the beautiful, silent, ice-cold Sari—hesitating?
It's a good question.
Because no matter how Sari looked from the outside, she was still a woman. Still human.
And just like I once said, humans love beautiful things.
It's not superficial. It's just instinct.
You'd rather look at a sunset than storm clouds. You'd rather stare at a stunning woman than a plain one. That's how it is.
Sure, beauty is subjective.
You might find someone breathtaking and another might find her average.
But some things...Some things are just universally beautiful. Or universally acknowledged by everyone.
Like the sky being blue.
No debate.
And now, put that lens on him—
Noah was an unfairly beautiful man.
That's not opinion. That's fact. That's a divine truth no god, demon, or mortal could deny.
So where did Sari stand?
Truth was—she found him charming. Dangerously so. His presence tugged at her senses. She liked him more than she admitted.
And she heard the sounds.
Those moans. Those cries. That desperate, broken ecstasy Noah pulled out of the women he took.
Hell, sometimes she witnessed it. Not willingly. But when Noah got in one of those moods and fucked right in the open, out in the middle of the damn castle like he owned it, well he did own it, but all that...
She saw it.
All of it.
She saw his cock.
And dear fucking god—
Sari didn't sleep right for months after that.
There was no point in denying it.
She was interested. Not in love. She wasn't some hopeless little girl. After all, you cannot love someone you barely had any contact with.
But she was tempted.
Interested enough to try something—if only she had the courage.
But she didn't.
Sari was shy. Reserved. She couldn't bring herself to lay with the same man her daughter did.
Even if Lilith already had and Emily was planned that.
Even if the entire family line was half one big orgy away from rewriting the rules of bloodlines.
For her, it still felt... wrong.
So—
"I cannot," Sari said at last, shaking her head.
Ester didn't back off. She looked at her—deep, intense, amused.
"You hesitating because you don't want to share a man with your daughter?" she asked, low, with a half-laugh.
"You shouldn't be, Mother. This family's already messed up. We've got mothers and daughters fucking the same man. Sisters too. All that's missing is a grandmother and some cousins, and we'll have a perfect little incest buffet."
She laughed, loud and completely unashamed.
She loved this part of her family.
The degeneracy.
It was addictive. Watching mothers and daughters moan under the same man. Screaming. Pleasuring. Crying out his name like he was their god.
'Fuck... I'm getting horny,' Ester thought, already feeling the heat between her legs.
She needed to go back. Needed Noah.
Sari, hearing all this filth spill from her daughter's mouth, still couldn't help but be surprised by how unhinged she was now.
But it's not easy to betray your nature. Not in one step.
So, this time again. In a softer voice.
"I... cannot," she muttered again, voice thin.
Ester smiled. Didn't push.
She just kept walking.
"Alright, Mother. But next time Neko and I get fucked by Noah... you can come watch."
She turned her head, her grin wide, her voice sugar-sweet and soaked in sin.
"You'll see who your daughter really is."
Because it's always the quiet ones you need to be afraid of.
And that raises a question,
If Sari does give in—
Will she become like her daughter?
Honestly?
I wonder too.
And so, the two walked on—step by step toward the domain of the youngest Originals's sibling.
The one they called...The Shadow Puppeteer.
...
But elsewhere, away from the noise and the filth and the familial sin—
Something monstrous stood at the edge of the Shadow Realm.
Massive. Ancient. Unseen.
No one noticed her arrival. Not because they weren't watching—
But because she couldn't be seen.
She was void incarnate. Silent. Infinite.
It was Noah's stalker.
And at last—She had arrived.
"I will create an avatar," she whispered.
Because if she went in personally, her power would flare like a beacon. The shadows would scream.
She could hide in the void—because the void was hers.
But the Shadow Realm?
That would expose her immediately.
And she wasn't here to make a mess.
She just wanted to look at him.
To observe. To admire.
To bask in the existence of her precious.
That was enough.
So she began.
A small vortex of black mana swirled to life in front of her—concentrated, endless, hungry.
Its energy could shatter Laeh a hundred times over.
Slowly, the mana condensed. Twisted. Shaped itself...
Into a woman.
Tall. Impossibly built. Hips wide. Ass round and lethal. Legs thick, smooth, strong. The hair as black as sin, cascading to the base of her spine. Her eyes were nothingness itself, pure void, no light, no reflection.
She wore a crimson dress that could belong only to an empress who ruled entire star systems.
A living weapon. A walking dream.
The avatar stood complete.
The beast behind it tilted her monstrous head.
"A name..." she whispered. "I need a name."
She didn't have one. Never needed one. Just nicknames and titles given by history, by fear, or by the Akashic Records.
But now that she was about to meet him,
She needed something real.
She thought of his name. Felt it echo in her soul.
"Noah... Noah..." she murmured.
And then...
"Noelle?"
She smiled.
Nodded.
"Yes. Noelle. From now on... I am Noelle."
With that, she folded her true body back into the void, her monstrous form gone.
And all that remained—
Was Noelle.
She walked forward. Her mind obsessed. Her thoughts looping.
She would finally see him.
I once said—you can't love someone you've never even spoken to.
But I also told you...
Everything has exceptions.
And Noelle?
Noelle was the exception.
How lovely.
—End of Chapter 209—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC210: Nothing at all.
Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Nothing at all.
Chapter 210 – Nothing at all.
Noelle finally entered the Shadow Realm. Her entrance had been seamless, as she had diminished her power greatly. Now, her avatar stood at the mythic rank. It was not a low rank, but also not something impressive—for her, at least.
So after concealing herself with her own power, in no time, she was already inside the Shadow Realm.
"What an uncomfortable place," Noelle muttered softly under her breath, already feeling like she didn't want to stay here any longer than necessary.
The next step was to get to Noah. And Noelle knew—after years of stalking him—that he had a unique realm of his own. She had even found a way to enter it without any problem.
But she stopped herself, just as she was about to cross the threshold.
She tilted her head, her face beautiful and perfect, her expression pensive. "Isn't it rude to enter his realm uninvited, without any gifts?"
It was rude. Noelle knew it.
She couldn't do anything about the uninvited part—truly, she couldn't wait for an invitation. But as for the gift...?
Noelle could do something about that.
She looked around, scanned her surroundings. And as you'd expect from the Shadow Realm, there were only shadows. Endless, writhing and useless shadows.
If she was right, her precious was surely hurt and angry at the golden-haired elves.
"The Worldborn... guess they're still that arrogant because of that old lady," Noelle said, shaking her head. But now her gift was decided.
"I'll tell him the location of that old lady but at the same time I might as well help him heal his wounds," she decided.
Because knowing where that old woman was—and how to get her—was the only possible solution if her precious wanted to win against them.
Otherwise, no matter how strong he became, he would never be on par.
Well...
"Only if he becomes stronger than those two and the leader of the factions. Only then could he kill all of them without needing to take care of the old lady first."
But even that will be difficult as that old lady will not sit and look at them doing that.
And by taking care of her, Noelle didn't mean kill her. That was something quite impossible, in fact... taking care meant finding a way to bind her, to stop her from interfering.
But it wouldn't be easy. Those Worldborns were her favorite children, after all.
Noelle shook her head softly and raised her right hand to eye level.
She touched the void as if it were something tangible. And indeed, as she touched it, ripples formed in the space before her like flowing water. Then she clenched her hand, and the space ripped itself apart, revealing on the other side... a completely different environment.
Noah's realm.
Noelle smiled. She took a step—and immediately went in.
Behind her, the space healed itself, becoming just like before. No one would believe that someone had just used her authority over space to enter a realm belonging to someone else.
And just like that,
Noelle—the stalker of Noah—finally went to meet her precious.
...
Meanwhile, inside the realm, within the Bloodheart territory—
A meeting between mother and daughter was taking place.
Rouge looked at her mother and grinned. "I wonder what you were gonna do to Malrik if I hadn't come here, Mother?" she asked, curious.
She had almost been tempted to not come, just so she could find out what her mother would do. But she still came, knowing full well that her mother could go crazy sometimes.
Red returned the grin. "You do not want to know, dear daughter."
Then she shifted the subject, talking about the things she actually wanted to talk about.
"I called you for a reason. Tell me—what do you think about your father?" Red asked, before adding:
"I want the truth, Rouge," she said with a serious face—something Rouge knew well wasn't common.
Which meant this question was important to her.
But it was also a tricky question. Rouge had never been close to her father.
It wasn't that her father treated her badly, or was constantly busy, or anything like that.
No, not at all.
There was just no particular reason to talk much. The Bloodhearts were a clan of people who craved blood, who craved fights and challenges.
Every one of them had only one goal—to grow stronger.
But as always, there are exceptions. And Rouge's father—Alaric—was one of them.
He didn't strive to become stronger. He was the type to laze around and do nothing.
But Rouge never truly blamed him. In fact, she didn't care that much about him.
And how could she?
No matter if someone is your father or mother, relationships are things we cultivate.
Feelings are things we cultivate. It's earned.
It's not granted. You're not born with love for your parents inside you. It's because they take care of you, show you love—and over time, you reciprocate.
Because humans are like that.
So when a father doesn't do his job?
Then so be it.
And Alaric didn't do his job.
So between him and Rouge, there were no real feelings involved. Only the fact that he helped give her birth.
But in this world, who truly cares about such a shallow thing?
Rouge certainly didn't.
That's why, finally, she looked into her mother's red eyes and said—in the most emotionless tone she had ever used,
"I don't feel anything about him."
That's it.
She didn't hate him, but she didn't love him either.
At her response, Red Bloodheart grinned. A sharp, merciless grin.
"Then I can kill him, right?" she asked, her voice devoid of mercy.
As if she wasn't talking about her husband—but just some random man in the street.
Rouge tilted her head in surprise and a little confusion. "Why would you suddenly want to kill him?" she asked.
It wasn't the fact that her father was being killed that bothered her—but the reason. Why now? Not before?
And the answer was something Rouge didn't expect at all.
"Because I want to pursue Noah. And I can't do that with a husband in my name. So I have to kill that useless bastard."
Red answered calmly, then leaned back in her bloody chair.
"And you will help me do so, my dear daughter."
She grinned.
"So tell me... how can I make the Absolute Deity look at me, accept me, and fuck me until I don't even recognize you as my daughter?"
Rouge stood there, her eyes wide in surprise. Then, slowly, a bloody grin spread across her face.
"Mother... I didn't know you were such a horny woman."
—End of Chapter 210—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC211: The Shy Noelle
Chapter 211: Chapter 211: The Shy Noelle
Chapter 211 – The Shy Noelle
"Mother... I didn't know you were such a horny woman," Rouge Bloodheart said with a bloody grin.
She was surprised—but just that.
Surprised.
Because even if she didn't feel that way toward Noah, she still knew one thing: Noah was a damn handsome man. And not just handsome—strong. Strong enough to handle millions of her without breaking a sweat.
He was... worthy.
So really, she wasn't that shocked that even her mother had fallen for him. I mean, if even Dean Elira Varnis was now his woman... if even his own mother Selene was wrapped around him... then her mother joining the list wasn't anything out of the ordinary.
"But how do you want me to help you?" Rouge asked, still confused about that part.
Why the hell did her mother need her help for something like this?
"Couldn't you just go to him, tell him you love him and want to be part of his harem?" Rouge asked, tilting her head.
But then something came to mind.
"Oh! You could start with his women. I heard he's a loving husband—so if you manage to get into their hearts, you'll get into his."
Rouge grinned, proud of herself for coming up with such a brilliant idea.
But Red just looked even more confused. All that stuff? That wasn't for her. Besides—
"I'm only good at fighting. How the hell am I supposed to get close to them? I'm not skilled in building relationships," Red said with a soft sigh.
Seeing her mother so invested in becoming Noah's woman sparked something new in Rouge. Something weird.
Her mother only ever cared about battle. Everything else was just background noise. Insignificant.
But now? Now she was trying this hard to get under a man—to be fucked, to be dominated.
It was fascinating. Hilarious. Strange.
Rouge grinned again—this time not bloody, but amused, eager.
Like a cat finally finding something new to toy with after sleeping and pretending she owned the place for too long.
"Don't worry, Mother. I'll help you," Rouge said, giving her a thumbs-up.
"If you're only good at fighting and destruction, that's actually perfect—because some of Noah's women are just like you in that regard."
"If you manage to get into one of their hearts, the rest will fall into place," Rouge said, sounding like a professional relationship adviser.
And the worst part?
Red actually believed her. She grinned too.
"Perfect! I knew you'd know how to help me, my daughter!" she said, clearly pleased.
Really.
It was kind of funny—but also fascinating—to see a woman that thousands of men would kill just to touch for one second, now plotting how to get a man to touch her.
But what do you want me to tell you?
It's what it is.
The woman you're simping over is simping over another man.
Simple truth: no matter how beautiful a woman is, there's always someone in her heart that she can't help but bend her back to please.
It's not submission. It's love.
And when women love sincerely? They're devoted.
Most of the time...
But that's not the point of all this.
The point is...
Stop being a simp.
...
Meanwhile—
While a mother and daughter were scheming to get into Noah's life—
The man himself was facing a very strange situation.
Noah had just finished fucking a pair of mother and daughter—Lilith and Dominique—and was now headed toward Zara and Alice for another session.
All in the pursuit of power.
...Also pleasure. Let's not lie.
But just as he was about to go—
Noah suddenly sensed an intrusion in his realm.
Someone had forcefully torn open a passage and entered, without care or hesitation.
His internal danger bells rang like hellfire as he instantly teleported to the source of the breach.
And oh damn.
Noah wasn't someone who got intimidated easily.
But this time? He was.
Not because of her power.
But because of her presence. The weight she carried.
'Who the fuck is this woman?' Noah wondered silently, standing in front of Noelle.
But come on. You know Noah.
Even if intimidated—he still acted like Noah.
He smiled softly at the sight of her, masking his nerves.
"Really... my injuries must be messing with my head, because I don't remember having to meet such a beautiful woman today."
He smirked. Then—
"Noah Vaelgrim. Master of the realm you just trespassed," he said softly.
Ignoring his words, Noelle smiled brightly—like a child who'd finally found her favorite toy.
"I'm Noelle. I'm so happy to meet you, my precious," she said, her voice sweet, smooth, pleasing to the ear.
At her words, Noah couldn't help but feel something deep and instinctual.
This woman was a problem.
But... was she really?
...
Noah and Noelle were now in the meeting room. No one else was there. They sat across from each other.
Noah looked at her calmly. He wasn't really afraid—his Fate affinity told him this encounter was a good one. His instincts weren't screaming, either.
Everything felt... fine.
That's why he didn't attack her outright.
But now, the real questions began.
Who the hell was this mysterious woman? And more importantly—
"Who are you? How do you know me?" Noah asked, eyes serious.
"I'm Noelle," she replied. "And as for how I know you..."
Noelle hesitated.
She was shy to admit the truth—that she'd been stalking him ever since that fateful day in the dungeon.
Even now, she was barely holding herself together, trying not to screw everything up.
'Calm down. You've started well. You even called him your precious. That's good, that's good. We can do this... we can...'
She was cheering herself on inside her head.
Then she raised her eyes to meet his—
Only to see those white runic eyes staring straight at her. Serious. Focused.
And she just couldn't hold it in anymore.
"I... I stalked you...?" she said, her voice trembling.
And then it hit her.
Her entire face turned red with shame.
A monster alive since eons of years, older than even most worlds was now blushing in front of a 20-year-old man.
It should've been something shameful—
But...
"You...you are really cute," Noah said, genuinely surprised.
Yes.
Noelle was just too cute.
—End of Chapter 211—
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Chapter 212: Chapter 212: Not at all.
Chapter 212 – Not at all.
Noah looked at Noelle with some surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect a woman like her to be this... shy?
That thought felt almost funny to him. But he didn't laugh. He didn't mock her shyness in any way.
He just smiled softly. "What do you mean by 'I stalked you'?" Noah asked, completely ignoring what had just happened.
He didn't want to make Noelle feel awkward.
And Noelle was very aware of that—and instantly, her nervousness calmed down significantly.
She took a deep breath to steady herself and began to speak, though her voice was still soft, still calm.
"Exactly what it sounds like. I started observing you the moment you got a fragment of an Origin and destroyed that dungeon," Noelle said gently.
And instantly, Noah understood. He remembered that day—remembered feeling a strange instinctive pull, but also a sense of danger toward the gaping void he'd created.
Was she responsible for that pull? Or the danger?
He didn't know. And honestly? He didn't care.
What mattered now was that the woman in front of him had stalked him. Had observed him from afar before coming to him.
What mattered was that his Fate affinity was telling him—this girl was good news.
And now, he had a pretty good idea why.
It had been a long time since Noah bonded with someone stronger than him. Someone who could elevate him to a whole new level of abomination.
Shadeva was a good candidate. Very good. But even after all their time together, her affection still hadn't reached 70%.
What a complicated fellow.
But now? He had a stalker.
And if she was a stalker, that meant he interested her. And the fact that she'd come all the way here to meet him—it meant...
'She must be pretty close already, right? 'Noah wondered.
'System, show me her affection level.'
[Noelle's Affection Level: 60%]
Noah couldn't help but smile.
This... this was exactly what he needed to prepare himself for what was to come. For what he promised those elves.
He had to keep that promise.
He wasn't going to disappoint them. Giving false hope wasn't his style.
That would've been... tragic.
So, seeing this opportunity land right in front of him, Noah gave Noelle a huge smile.
"Noelle, right? You entered my home without an invitation, but I think you can stay here a little longer," he said with a grin.
"What do you think about that?"
Noelle's artificial heart skipped a beat when she heard him.
The more she looked at him... the more she talked to him... the more she wanted to know more.
The more she wanted to look more.
So—
"Can I continue to stalk you?" Noelle asked instinctively, voicing her inner thoughts without a filter.
And she immediately regretted it, slapping a hand over her mouth, shocked at herself.
That action was unfairly adorable.
But inside her mind, Noelle was spiraling.
'Did I go too far? Did I sound creepy? Will he think I'm weird now?'
'Argh... I started off so well...' she complained inwardly, scolding herself.
But really?
She was worrying for nothing.
Because if there's one thing Noah had come to love after spending so long around his women—
It was crazy, weird girls.
At this point, if you weren't either insane or strange, Noah wouldn't even see you.
And Noelle? She was both.
And he loved it.
So he simply laughed, dispelling all of Noelle's growing frustration.
"Yes. You can stalk me if you want," Noah said with a smile. "But it's better to ask my women's opinion first about it."
A smile that Noelle returned, happily.
That's when she suddenly remembered something. She quickly added—
"Ah! For entering your realm without permission—I've prepared some gifts," she said with a sheepish smile, slightly embarrassed by the intrusion.
"I... I saw your interactions, how the world was destroyed... I'm sorry I didn't intervene. I... I really wanted to, but... I didn't know..." she stammered, struggling to find the right words. She was trying to say she was shy, but it came out in pieces.
But Noah had already guessed that about her. And honestly? She had nothing to do with what happened in Laeh. That was his responsibility. He was the one who failed to protect them. To protect Laeh.
So he didn't blame her.
Wouldn't blame anyone but himself.
That's why he'd do anything now—to kill those bastards.
And it seemed, this shy woman was more than just someone to bond with. Because she continued—
"I can give you the location of the old lady you need to subdue if you want to win against them. And also..."
Noelle paused, eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at Noah attentively. With her level of power, it was easy to see—
He was injured. Very injured.
And despite that, not a single ripple of pain was visible on his face.
'You're becoming more and more interesting,' she thought, before continuing,
"I can help you heal. I can help you integrate the core into your realm much faster."
At those unexpected—but very welcome—words, Noah slowly stood up and took Noelle's hands into his.
Startling her completely.
He held her hands with both of his and looked into her black eyes, speaking with the most sincere tone he had ever used:
"Noelle... are you trying to seduce me? Because if yes... let me tell you something..."
"...you're too good at it."
Noelle's face went absolutely red.
The close proximity. His hands. His words.
She was melting in a pure mix of delight and embarrassment.
"I... I... thank you...?" she finally muttered, with an uncertain smile, as if she wasn't even sure that was the right thing to say.
And Noah couldn't help but find her too adorable.
There was something mystifying about seeing such a beautiful woman—one who could probably kill him effortlessly or make him flee—now acting so cute and shy in front of him.
It was such a pleasing feeling. And he couldn't help but want more of her. More of this side of her.
So he smiled.
"Noelle, welcome to the Vaelgrims. We're a pretty open and hospitable bunch, so don't worry."
"You'll be treated well. Very well," he added with a grin.
...
Inside the Lotus Garden, Leona watched the scene unfold and simply shook her head in amusement.
"Looks like we'll be getting another one," she muttered.
"Seems like it," Nephis replied, biting her lips in frustration. "But I just hope he doesn't fuck her before he fucks us."
Watching Noah fuck Dominique and Lilith had made her very horny.
And not just her—Leona too. Sonomi. Katy. Morgan.
They wouldn't say it out loud, but what they saw that day? It left them all unable to sleep peacefully.
'Such a huge cock,' Sonomi thought, instinctively comparing Noah's dick to her husband's—and wincing in disappointment.
'It must feel so good,' Katy thought, pressing her thighs together and clenching hard so no liquid would spill.
As for Morgan... well.
'Such deep veins on his dick. I want to suck the blood out of them,' she thought, her eyes going hazy for a second.
Each of them had different thoughts—but the core remained the same:
They wanted to be fucked by Noah.
Was that surprising?
Not at all.
—End of Chapter 212—
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Chapter 213: Chapter 213: Your names?
Chapter 213 – Your names ?
While all this was happening inside the Elysiari Realm, outside, in the Shadow Realm, Eric finally reached a city.
But not just any city.
This was the main city of the Corrosive Original's domain—the City of Corrosion.
And as he looked at the tall black walls ahead, hiding behind some shadowy trees, Eric couldn't help but wonder if Shadeva was okay in the head.
'Did she really send me into the heart of the domain?' Eric thought, and dread immediately crept up his spine.
We're talking about a city filled with beings that could kill him with a snort.
So yes, he was feeling damn nervous.
Even if he knew this was where he could get the most information, a little power-up in one of the lower difficulty cities would've been nice before diving straight into a boss fight.
But Eric knew that complaining wouldn't change shit. Hell, it'd only make him more fearful the more he thought about it—and in the end, that fear would wreck his performance.
So, without wasting any more time whining about the situation, Eric pulled himself together and started thinking.
He couldn't just walk in there without a plan—he needed at least a vague outline.
'So... what's my goal?' Eric thought inwardly.
Information.
'And what's the fastest way to obtain information in a place like this?'
Infiltrate the high circle. Get close to them.
Because the closer you are to people with power, the more you learn.
Then came the next question—
'How the hell do I get close to someone like that?'
Eric didn't know yet.
But he'd figure it out once he got inside.
He stood up slowly and started walking toward the wall.
The Shadow Realm was vast—very vast—and finding wandering shadows wasn't uncommon. At least that's what Shadeva had told him. And as Eric had no choice but to put his trust in her...
He walked forward, confident.
In no time, he stood before the massive gates—blocked by two guards.
"A wandering shadow?" one of them asked, tilting his head.
He didn't look human at all. No. He looked more like a beast—a minotaur, made entirely of shadows. So when he tilted his head, it didn't look cute. It looked disturbing.
'Some beings really need to stop doing things that don't suit them,' Eric grumbled internally, before nodding respectfully to the guards.
"Yes. I am," he said with a calm tone.
The guards didn't look surprised. The minotaur raised a beastly hand, and a scroll made of condensed shadows materialized in his palm.
"You need to be registered if you want to enter. And once you do, you'll no longer have the freedom you had while wandering."
He paused, locking eyes with Eric as a threatening tone crept into his voice.
"This is the domain of Lord Mortis. Especially his main city."
"I don't need to explain the consequences of causing problems for the Originals... do I?"
Eric nodded, his expression solemn.
Seeing that, the guard continued his duty.
"So. Your name?"
Eric almost slipped up and said his real one. But he held himself back.
Here, in this Shadow Realm, in this city—he was no longer Eric, heir of the Shadowbounds.
Here, he was—
"I am... Duskworn."
...
And just like Eric had finally reached his destination—
Ester and Sari reached theirs.
And just like him, they had also arrived at a main city.
The Puppet's City.
The central domain of the Shadow Puppeteer.
And right now, like Eric, they were organizing their approach before going inside.
"First, we have to be careful about Sylphira's ability. She can control anything that has a shadow... so by extension, she can control beings of shadow too."
That conclusion was an obvious one. And it made their situation all the more dangerous.
Because neither of them was delusional enough to believe they could resist her possession if she found them.
We're talking about an Original's will here. A being that had lived through eons.
Compared to them—what, thirty? Forty years at best?
Yes. Let's not fool ourselves.
Which meant—they had to be very careful not to get found out.
And what a damn coincidence—
Ester and Sari were two of the stealthiest among Noah's people.
So—
"We enter... and we make sure we stay low profile as much as possible," Ester said softly.
"The gathering of information?" Sari asked, clearly letting her daughter take the lead.
After all, she believed that with everything Ester had experienced at Noah's side, she was more seasoned for this kind of task.
Sari's life had always been in Selene's shadow, running chores in silence.
And Ester didn't disagree.
So—
"For the information..." Ester smiled.
"Aren't we shadows? Aren't we supposed to be the stealthiest things in existence?"
"Then let's act like it, Mother."
"Let's gather all the information. Spy on every last one of them—from the mundane to the highest rank," Ester said, her voice burning with quiet resolve.
It was time.
Time to prove herself worthy of what Noah had planned for her.
After all, if she wanted to rule a realm one day—to be a Queen like Shadeva or the others originals...
She had to become something worthy first.
And...
"I'm ready," Ester muttered before slowly standing up and walking toward the guards.
Sari watched it all in silence. And without saying a word, she followed.
She wasn't like her daughter. She didn't have grand ambitions or lofty goals.
She was here for one reason—because Noah told her to be.
And she would do her best to fulfill the mission he'd given her.
Nothing more.
When they reached the guards, the same process as Eric's began.
And when it came time—
"Your names?" the guards asked.
Just like Eric, Ester and Sari gave names that weren't their own.
"I am Silentshade," Ester said, her face once again emotionless.
"Shadeveil," Sari replied soon after.
Each infiltration team member had now entered their respective territory.
Even Shadeva—
Now deep inside Ebony's domain, having slipped in without ever passing by the gates.
And so—
It begins.
—End of Chapter 213—
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