HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC214: 214: The Former Kings
Chapter 214: Chapter 214: The Former Kings
Chapter 214 – The Former Kings
After the war, the kings weren't killed. The Elf King Antares and the Beast King Mbam were only captured—not executed.
After all, Antares was Aphasia's father, and his crimes weren't great enough to justify the same end Rome met.
Antares hadn't stopped Aphasia from gaining power. He hadn't belittled his daughter. His only sin, if you can even call it like that, was wanting to keep his bloodline pure—and so he wanted Aphasia to marry inside the family, not outside.
That's why, the moment he found out about Aphasia's relationship with Noah, he'd been so furious he was ready to thoroughly beat his daughter and kill the one who had "sullied" her.
But…
Antares found out that he had greatly underestimated the human who did this.
Then again—
'No human should've been capable of such a feat,' Antares thought bitterly. And he meant it.
Humans were inherently the weakest race. No matter how monstrous one of them became, they were never meant to stand on the same level as the geniuses of other races—especially not a genius like Nephis.
Never.
But Noah?
Not only was he on par—he surpassed all of them with tremendous ease.
It was maddening. And humbling.
It shattered something deep inside Antares.
And now… he understood. There was no place for stereotypes in this universe.
Because if you dare to think like that…
you will die sooner or later.
He was lucky this time. But next time, his opponent might not care that he's the father of their woman.
At that thought, Antares sighed, then slowly stood and walked toward the library inside the White Castle.
Something he had personally built from scratch.
Noah had told him to be useful.
So he became useful.
He created a library and filled it with all his knowledge—about the world, the universe, magic, and more.
But he didn't stop there. He went to each individual in the White Castle and gathered their knowledge too—everything they knew. Everything they remembered.
The most enlightening moment was when he sat with Justicia. That conversation alone sparked something new inside him. Something that made Antares want to know more about the universe.
It became his new drive. His new goal.
To make the Vaelgrim Library the most complete library in existence. One that would hold all the knowledge of the universe.
And the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. So Antares walked faster, eager to get back to his work.
When he arrived, people were already inside, reading.
The moment they saw him, they all stood and nodded respectfully.
"Greetings, Keeper of Knowledge."
Yes—that was his new title inside the White Castle.
And truthfully?
'I like this more than "King Antares."'
Antares smiled even wider and nodded warmly in return.
And as for his wife, Sonomi?
Antares knew she was now Noah's maid. And he knew she was no longer his.
And that was fine.
After all—
'I am the Keeper of Knowledge. I only need books now.'
He smiled.
He accepted the green hat with grace.
What a man.
…
Beside Antares, there was also Mbam—the Beast King, the Golden Lion.
In his case, it wasn't because his daughter was Noah's woman—but because his subordinates were.
Ray and Domy.
But that wasn't the only reason Noah spared him. Mbam was spared because, honestly?
He didn't deserve blame.
He had been a good father. Never favored one child over the other. Gave them everything he could. Trained them the best he knew how, so they wouldn't die the moment they stepped outside.
And when all that was done, he let them walk their own path—without interference.
Because for Mbam, he had walked his own path the way he saw fit. So he wouldn't force his onto his children.
It might break them. Might destroy their potential completely.
And in the end? He wasn't disappointed in their choices.
Because now, Mbam was doing what he loved most—
Teaching.
Mbam loved to train youngsters. He loved helping them realize their potential and shaping that potential with his own hands.
He loved watching those he trained grow into monsters.
He lived for that.
So when Noah asked him what he wanted to do to contribute to the family, he didn't hesitate.
He told him—"Let me train your soldiers."
And Noah didn't hesitate either. He gave him full authority. Full responsibility.
And Mbam was deeply touched.
He hadn't expected Noah to give a former enemy this much power without blinking.
Sure, it was probably because Noah could crush him like a bug if he ever screwed up—but that didn't lessen the trust.
It meant something.
So Mbam gave his all.
And after the destruction of their world?
He gave even more.
Noah didn't say anything to him.
But Mbam knew.
A battle was coming. A big one.
And his job was to make sure Noah's army would be ready to face monsters.
Right now, he stood on an elevated platform, overlooking the training grounds.
Below him, demons. Humans. Elves. Dwarves. Every race.
Training together. In harmony.
He stared for a moment. Then—
"Soldiers!!"
Mbam's voice exploded outward, instantly stopping every movement.
All eyes on him.
He paused a moment.
"You will be fighting battles. Battles that will shake the very fabric of the world or even the universe."
"And in every one of those battles, you will still be lesser beings—races that higher ones can suppress with nothing but their presence."
"And that… is something I—no, we—cannot accept."
Mbam's eyes narrowed. His tone dropped. His aura sharpened.
"So to prepare for that moment, you need to learn to fight under pressure. You need to move even when your body is screaming."
He smiled.
"But don't worry. I'll help."
And without giving them time to brace—
"Concept Activation – King of the Jungle."
Instantly, a predatory pressure flooded the entire training field.
Half the soldiers collapsed on the spot. Their bodies crushed beneath the weight of Mbam's concept.
Bones cracked. A few demons fell, howling—not from pain, but ancestral fear.
Others managed to stay on their feet—but barely.
And Mbam wasn't impressed.
He didn't want them standing.
He wanted them fighting under pressure.
So—
"From morning till night, you will be submerged in this pressure. Anyone who stays down for more than five minutes…"
He paused, his grin turning feral.
"…will get special treatment. The pressure will be tripled."
He scanned their faces.
Then bared his teeth in a wild, beastly smile.
"Now—show me what the Vaelgrim's soldiers can do!"
"YES, GOLDEN COMMANDER!!" they shouted in unison, their voices fierce and resolute.
Mbam nodded in satisfaction. Their spirit was not bad.
And as for his wife, Katy?
'She better not disappoint Lord Noah.'
Yes. Mbam had become a fan.
But truly?
Who the fuck wasn't?
—End of Chapter 214—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC215: Time for another one
Chapter 215: Chapter 215: Time for another one
Chapter 215 – Time for another one
The two kings had managed to find their place in this structure, in this family.
But there are always people who struggle to fit in. Not because they don't want to, specifically—but because they just can't.
How easy is it to discard everything you've known, or at least a big part of it, to become part of something else entirely?
Especially if you've lived that way for millions of years?
You can't.
And that's exactly what Justicia was feeling.
It wasn't that she didn't want to find a place inside this family—this family with so much potential, one that could become something even the factions would have to be careful of in the future. Who wouldn't want to be a part of that?
Celestial or not, what Justicia wanted was power—and if she could have it by being here, then she would.
And as for her love for Elijah...
Justicia smiled wryly at that thought.
There was nothing she could do about it. And after seeing this family... after seeing Noah... after realizing a fucking Original was his shadow—then yes, looking for revenge would be the dumbest thing she could possibly do.
Especially now that she was a slave.
An eternal one at that.
Everything was pushing her toward walking with Noah—not against him.
And that's exactly what she did.
But some habits don't break just because you want them to.
Still, Justicia was motivated.
Because she had watched them laugh before. Had wondered, silently, what it would feel like to be included.
And also it was either adapt, or be left behind. Or worse—be discarded by Noah if she proved herself useless.
And so, she did something that surprised everyone.
She asked for help.
And the most surprising thing was who she asked...
She asked Elizabeth.
Because really—if you're trying to change faster and harder, wouldn't you go to the one who despises you the most? The one who'll be the harshest, the most unforgiving?
That's why they say keep your enemies close.
Or in this case—keep your haters even closer.
And the thing she asked Elizabeth for?
It was simple.
Just one thing.
"Make me integrate into your world. Your family. Your everything."
"Make me feel like I am among you—not just with you."
At her words, all the girls smirked like a devious band of troublemakers.
"Are you all thinking what I'm thinking?" Anya asked with a smirk.
"I believe I'm thinking exactly what you're thinking," Aphasia replied, mirroring her grin.
"Definitely yes," Neko added, same wicked smirk.
"I'm loving this already," Alice laughed.
"How about we increase her sensitivity?" Zara asked, eyes glittering with mischief.
Selene and Elira stood to the side, smiling, clearly amused.
Dominique and Lilith looked at each other.
"What if we show her?" Dominique offered.
"Exactly what I was thinking. You know me so well, dear daughter," Lilith said with a laugh.
"It's because you're a whore, Mother. Your thoughts are easy to predict," Dominique replied without missing a beat.
Lilith's smile froze. She turned her head slowly toward her smirking daughter.
"You're worse, dear daughter."
Dominique burst into laughter.
Christelle stood nearby, smiling quietly.
Even Emily was entertained.
Only Justicia sat in silence, looking at everyone with confused eyes, not understanding what the hell was going on.
She turned to Elizabeth—only to see the same devilish smirk on her lips.
"Don't worry," Elizabeth said softly, "you'll love it."
And indeed—
Soon after, Justicia was watching the sex session between Noah, Dominique, and Lilith. She saw everything. From Noah's dick, to his cum, to the way Dominique and Lilith moaned, the way their throbbing pussies clenched around him, how their assholes were stretched and pounded without mercy, how they screamed filthy words without an ounce of shame.
She watched all of it.
And she felt it.
By the end of it, Justicia's pussy was drenched.
She slowly turned her head toward Elizabeth, who was looking at her with a knowing smile.
"It's only the first time. More will come," she said before disappearing.
Because this was the only way to make her fall faster—and fall harder.
Did the women mind it?
Clearly, no.
Were they becoming more and more degenerate?
Clearly, yes.
Were they loving it?
Definitely.
But am I loving it?
Certainly.
...
In the very center of the Elysiari Realm, Noah stood alongside Noelle.
In Noah's hand was the core of Laeh—the one he was supposed to integrate into the very center of his realm to birth a world.
A true world.
Noah stood there, a little excited now that the time had come to not only heal, but complete his realm.
"How will we do this?" Noah asked, glancing toward Noelle, who stood nearby, observing the core of the realm—a magnificent sight—with complete indifference.
At Noah's voice, she turned and answered, "The reason why this task would've been difficult for you is that you need at least an aspect of space authority to speed it up."
"And I have one. So I can help you integrate this core into your realm. But..."
She paused, looking again at the realm.
"This realm seems to be inside your soul. That's pretty cool. Since it's a realm, it's not too heavy or big to shoulder. But... if you transform it into a world..."
She stopped for a moment, then continued.
"Then your realm will forcefully detach from your soul and exist as an independent world. And the process of detachment will be very painful... and could even permanently damage your soul."
Noelle looked at Noah, serious now.
"So I advise you—separate your realm from your soul first. Then proceed."
Noah listened carefully, registering her words.
He remembered the day he created this realm—after creating it, his women had believed in him more than even the world Laeh did. So he placed the realm inside his soul.
Placed.
That was the word.
He didn't fuse it. He just put it in.
At that thought, Noah smiled softly.
"You must've lived a very long time, Noelle," he said casually, careful not to say she was old. He had learned his lesson with Elira.
Noelle nodded. "Long enough to see many things."
"Have you ever heard of someone with a whole world inside him?" Noah asked, smiling.
At that question, Noelle paused a little. "No. I never did."
"Not even the two abominations...?" he asked again.
"Not even them. It's not something they would want to do, based on what I know about them," Noelle replied, her eyes briefly thoughtful.
Noah's smile widened.
"Seems like it's time to get another title."
—End of Chapter 215—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC216: The Birth of a World
Chapter 216: Chapter 216: The Birth of a World
Chapter 216 – The Birth of a World
"Seems it's time to get another title," Noah said with a small, confident smile.
At his words, Noelle looked at him with confused eyes. It wasn't that she didn't understand his words—she did. Perfectly.
But... what the hell was he planning to do that made him so confident he'd earn a new title?
The answer came fast as she recalled the questions he'd just asked. Her gaze turned more curious.
"Do you plan to make a world within you?" Noelle asked in a calm but slightly intrigued voice.
After all, she'd never heard of such a thing.
Noah nodded. "I plan to do that. But I'm not completely sure if it'll work, so correct me when I'm wrong, Noelle," he said, calling her by name like he'd known her forever.
"Yes... how do you plan to do that?" Noelle asked plainly. With eons of experience behind her, it wasn't easy to shake her composure. Even something as absurd as creating a world inside oneself.
At best, she found it... interesting.
"Theoretically, would it work if I fused my realm with my soul and made them inseparable... then took the core of Laeh and fused it with my own concept core to create something new?" Noah asked, tilting his head slightly, unsure if the idea was even possible—but fully ready to try it anyway.
"Hm..." Noelle began thinking. She didn't question whether he could fuse them. If he said he could, it meant he probably could.
"Hm... realm fused with soul... world core fused with concept core... no, I don't think that'll work," she said bluntly, not hiding anything.
"I think you need to place the world core inside the realm to make it a world. So why not just fuse the world core with your soul instead?"
"You'll already be turning your soul into a realm the moment you fuse it with the current one. Then just add the world core—and boom, the realm becomes a world. Your soul... will bear an entire world."
She paused.
"No... not bear. Your soul will become a world," she corrected herself, finding it more accurate.
"So it's possible?" Noah asked with a smile.
"Theoretically, yes," Noelle nodded.
"Then that's all I need. And even if it wasn't possible... it would be for me," Noah said, grinning wide with confidence.
Noelle smiled at that. "Why though?" she asked, amused.
"Why? Because I am limitless," Noah said proudly, expecting some kind of awe from her.
But—
"Oh... you're one of those guys? That's pretty good. Did you break your world's limitations or get something no one else has?" she asked, more curious about how he got the title than the title itself.
Noah was stunned for a moment. Then sighed.
"Yeah... I definitely need a damn new title. And it better be unique this time. And fuck—who else dares to be 'limitless' like me?"
He grumbled under his breath.
Noelle laughed.
And it wasn't a fake one—it was real. Melodic. Filled with genuine amusement.
"Hahaha... my precious, there are countless worlds out there. You can't seriously expect to be the only one who achieved what you did to get that title," Noelle said, finding herself feeling more and more comfortable around Noah.
Noah understood. But it still left a bitter taste in his mouth.
'Now I'm sure the "Reincarnator" title might not be that unique either...' he sighed.
But that just made him more eager to try what he was about to do.
And honestly? He wasn't worried about those guys.
With his system, he'd eventually surpass all of them anyway.
Noah pulled himself together and finally focused on what he came here to do—
Make his soul a world. Literally.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them slowly.
His eyes were calm, like still water. He looked at Noelle.
"Not that I don't trust you, but I don't know what state I'll be in once I start the process..."
He didn't finish. He didn't need to.
Noelle understood.
She smiled, amused. "If I wanted to hurt you—or the realm—you think I'd still be here? Or even you think you will be able to protect yourself from me?"
She laughed softly.
"But still... if it makes you feel better."
She had nothing to lose either way, so she swore on the Records—that she wouldn't harm Noah, his realm, or anyone close to him in any way, shape, or form.
A full, binding oath.
Noah finally relaxed, then gave the mental command.
"Fu—"
"You'll need to get out of the realm first," Noelle interrupted.
"Won't they notice?" Noah asked, not exactly eager to draw attention from the Originals this early.
"I'll hide you," Noelle replied simply. As if it were no big deal.
And for her—power of space and void—it wasn't.
Without wasting time, they left the realm and arrived in a dark cave of shadows. Noah didn't forget to warn his women beforehand, in case something happened.
Now hidden by Noelle's power, Noah hovered an inch off the ground, cross-legged, eyes closed.
After a few seconds—
"Fuse the realm with my soul," Noah ordered his talent.
Immediately, a white dome appeared around him, shielding him from any curious gaze and at the same time, initiating the fusion.
Noah gritted his teeth as a wave of unbearable pain coursed through his body but especially his soul.
It felt like his soul was being ripped apart, like a third party had grabbed it and was now stretching it in every direction, playing with it like a toy.
It was pain.
Pure pain.
But Noah bit down, eyes tearing—but not a single scream left his lips.
And even in the middle of agony, while the fusion was still ongoing...
Noah's mind didn't stop racing.
His thoughts sharpened, twisted toward something even more obscene.
A simple idea.
Why not throw his concept core into the mix?
After all, his concept core held every affinities he'd awakened or shared with his women like nothingness, sword, ice, and more.
He wondered, just for a moment—what would happen if his Elysiari-forged concept core fused with the world core... and his soul?
What the hell would come out of that?
Noah couldn't wait to find out.
So without hesitation, he added the core into the fusion.
"Fuse... fuse it all...!" Noah growled and instantly, the pain multiplied.
But on the other side—
The result became something else entirely.
Because after several minutes of pure, soul-breaking agony...
Noah finally completed the fusion.
And oh...
{DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!}
{MARVELOUS!!!!!}
—End of Chapter 216—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC217: Your name shall be Laeh
Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Your name shall be Laeh
Chapter 217 – Your name shall be Laeh
The moment Noah finished fusing and created a world inside himself, the Akashic Records went absolutely mad with excitement.
{DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!}
{MARVELOUS!}
{Noah Vaelgrim, you have done the unimaginable again.}
{You are the first being in this universe to make your own soul literally a world—a world that can evolve like any other world.}
{You are, once again, worthy.}
{Congratulations, Noah Vaelgrim! You have received a new title.}
{Title Received: The World Bearer.}
The moment the title landed, all the information about it poured into Noah's mind—
And what he found pleasantly surprised him.
This title allowed him to bear the weight of an entire world with just his body.
Which meant that Noah now possessed the raw strength of a whole world—a low-rank world for now—but a world nonetheless. Not only that, but he could draw power from his world.
His mana was almost unlimited now. He could spam skills like a lunatic without ever worrying about cost.
But there was something else—
Something that made him pause.
Because it was, simply put, a cheat.
Noah could now tap into the power of everything that existed inside his world.
Meaning, he could use the power of his women without restriction. The power of the beasts or people in his world. The power of affinities, concepts, domains—everything that those in his world have.
He can even use the power of Shadeva, as Shadeva was now a habitant of his world.
He can use...
Everything.
Even his own raw talent was now a culmination of every single talent inside the world he carried.
Meaning Noah potential was now even more obscene.
It was... madness.
That was what it meant to bear a world. Or more accurately—to become one.
There was only one downside.
If he died, his world, and everything within, would die with him.
But Noah wasn't worried.
He wasn't planning on dying.
Not now. Not ever.
After truly understanding the title "The World Bearer," Noah began to fear himself.
Because if he combined this title with "The Claimer of the Worlds"...
'Ah... You're fucked, damn Worldborn,' Noah thought, a silent fury boiling under his skin.
He hadn't forgotten what they did to him. He couldn't. And every day, he thought of how to make them suffer.
He sighed inwardly, then opened his eyes and slowly got up. The white dome had vanished the moment the fusion ended.
And now—
He was face to face with Noelle again, who stared at him with shining eyes.
She had just witnessed something very interesting.
As she watched Noah rise, she noticed the space around him tensing—like it feared being shattered by even a casual movement.
And that would've happened if he were inside a low- or mid-ranked world.
His body alone now distorted space. No skills. No effort.
'I knew things would be interesting with him,' Noelle thought, pleased with her decision to stalk him and come here.
Noah looked at her.
"Ready to see my world?" he asked with a smile.
"Yes, I am," Noelle responded with the same ease.
And instantly, they disappeared—entering Noah's world.
His soul.
The moment they reappeared, not much had changed visually—except the addition of new forbidden zones, each tied to his most dangerous affinities.
Nothingness. Fate. Even emotions.
There were also zones overflowing with a single affinity, created as training grounds. Rivers that pulsed with conceptual energy. Land that was soaked with blood. And his White Castle...
His White Castle now existed in a floating island...alone overlooking the whole world.
What a sight.
He also sensed that the world's size had increased dramatically—matching Laeh's, even though this one was still considered a low-rank world.
The atmosphere... the mana in the air was denser. Stronger. The lava rivers ran purer than even Laeh's ever did.
It was the kind of environment that could birth monsters.
All of it—meant to create people whose power Noah could use at will.
What a bliss.
He also sensed the emergence of new types of beings—creatures that seemed to embody the very essence of his affinities.
That was the result of fusing his concept core with the world core.
An unexpected but deeply interesting side effect.
After soaking it all in, Noah turned to Noelle.
"I'm going to meet someone. Enjoy this little world of mine," he said before vanishing.
Going to meet someone... are you still the same? he wondered silently.
...
Noah reappeared in the deepest part of his soul—his former soul—now the core of the world.
Where the world's core and its will resided.
It was eerily similar to where Laeh had been.
But the world will... was both different and familiar.
And it noticed him immediately.
She turned toward him.
Yes—she.
No longer a boy—but a little girl, around twelve years old.
Her hair was as pristine white as the skies in his world—but her eyes...
Her eyes were a canvas of everything.
Every affinity Noah had was reflected there. Her gaze shifted constantly—fire, ice, gravity, time, blood, shadow, fate...
It was beautiful.
"You... you are my owner?" a soft, sweet voice asked, echoing gently across the space.
She could feel it in her bones—this man could kill her without effort. She couldn't disobey him.
And yet...
She didn't feel fear.
She felt something else entirely. Something she didn't expect—
Warmth.
Noah nodded with a small smile, though a sad one. A very sad one.
Because now... now he knew.
Laeh would never return.
He sighed deeply, walked forward, and placed his hand gently on her head.
"Your owner?" Noah chuckled softly.
"I'm not your owner... I'm your lucky star, my dear," he said with a calm, affectionate smile.
His words echoed inside her like thunder.
Something shifted.
A strange stirring of melancholy. Of love. Of instant, boundless affection for this man standing before her.
Like the way a younger sibling might feel toward the older one who protected them from the world.
Instinctively, she asked—
"My... name?"
A name.
She needed a name.
The world needed a name.
And for Noah, there was only one answer.
He didn't even think.
It was obvious.
"Laeh."
A pause.
"...Your name shall be Laeh, little one."
And at those words, her glowing eyes widened as tears started to fall.
She looked up at Noah's warm smile.
And whispered—
"My lucky star..." she repeated, tasting the words. Then—
"MY LUCKY STAR—!" she jumped into his arms, wrapping herself around his neck.
"You're my lucky star." She repeated it again and again, holding onto him tightly.
Noah laughed.
His laughter echoed through the deepest part of his world.
"Indeed I am, Laeh. And I promise you—this time, no one will touch you."
His voice was calm.
But his conviction?
Unbreakable.
And just as if the Records had been waiting for this moment—
They chimed again.
{Noah Vaelgrim, Progenitor of the Elysiari, now possesses a world tied to the very origin of his being.}
{You are qualified to create a faction.}
{What will be the name of your faction?}
Noah thought for a moment.
He hesitated.
Elysiari? Vaelgrim?
But in the end—
"The Vaelgrims."
After all, when you speak of the Vaelgrims... you speak of the Elysiari too.
They are the progenitors, after all.
{Your faction has been acknowledged by The Records. Faction Name: The Vaelgrims.}
{Your world, Laeh, has become the main world of your faction.}
{Congratulations, Noah Vaelgrim!}
But was it the end?
Of course not—
{DIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!}
The entire universe shook.
Once again.
—End of Chapter 217—
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