HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC218: Records Have Favorites too
Chapter 218: Chapter 218: Records Have Favorites too
Chapter 218 – Records have favorites too
Noah looked at the notifications with a calm gaze.
He had now what he wanted. Now, his people could choose the Elysiari's path to go beyond the Supreme rank. There was no longer any need to rely on other races.
And what a big event it was. And such a big event—naturally—the Akashic Records couldn't hide it. They had to announce it.
After all, this was the birth of a whole new faction. Something that could shift the very fabric of power in this universe.
And so,
{DIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!}
A loud sound echoed through the entire universe. In every world, in every domain, in every hidden realm—or even realms where no being had ever stepped foot—
All beings inside this universe heard that chime. From the most worthless mortal to the one who stood above the very definition of concept.
It was the same kind of chime that had once echoed through the cosmos when an abomination was born.
It would have looked the same if the Records had stopped there. But no.
This time...
This time, the Records spoke. Their voice was boundless, all-encompassing... and absolute.
{A new Faction has been born.}
Just that. The Records didn't mention the name, the leader or even their location. And normally, they should have.
But why would they?
Noah was their favorite. So yes, they played favoritism.
Every being in all existence heard those words. They were simple by nature...
But the very implication of them shook those who understood what it meant.
A new faction... a new path... new competition... more battles for resources... and so... more wars.
Something many of the older factions certainly didn't wish for.
...
In a world of light, in a world where even the weakest being could flatten Laeh with enough time, in a world where everything screamed purity, holiness, justice, and order...
In a hidden pocket dimension inside that world, a being levitated just above the ground in a cross-legged position.
The being's hair... was truly a sight to behold. It was golden—but not like normal gold—it was like an ocean of flowing starlight, as if countless miniature suns lived inside his strands.
It was mesmerizing.
But what was most mesmerizing about this being was not his hair... but the power radiating from him.
That was a level of power Noah could not even begin to fathom.
And the moment the Records' words echoed across the universe, the being's eyes snapped open.
They were celestial gold with pupils shaped like a scale of balance.
"A new faction? Without even revealing the name?" the being muttered, before a small smile crept onto his lips.
He raised his gaze, looking up at the sky—
As if able to see things unseen to most beings in the universe.
"Is this your new favorite? Is that why you're hiding him or her?" he asked, mockery dripping from his voice.
Then he placed a hand under his chin.
"Could it be those two troublesome brats?"
He laughed softly soon after.
"No way. They wouldn't do something like that. So..."
He smirked.
"Is it the new abomination? The third one? Did he create a faction?"
"After all... you only hide the abominations. So tell me, Records... is it him?" he asked, almost expecting an answer. But none came.
His smile widened.
"How interesting. I bet my descendants are already panicking." he chuckled, then closed his eyes once again, clearly not giving this matter another thought.
That was not his problem. He would let his descendants handle it. After all, they had managed to limit those two before—
So why not a third one?
The being—the Progenitor of the Celestials—resumed his meditation.
But he was not the only Progenitor who reacted to this.
All of them did. Each in their own way.
But there were some similarities. Like the Dragon Progenitor, who, like the Celestial, didn't bother himself with this matter.
It was beneath him. He just opened briefly one of his boundless purple eyes and billions of high grade world was destroyed instantly.
The Divine Beasts' Progenitor also didn't react much. He only woke up for a moment, yawned, before going back to sleep.
But that yawn...that yawn had birthed some low rank beast with S rank talent at least.
As for the Elves...
They reacted differently.
...
Elsewhere, at the exact same time the Records chimed—
Under a gigantic green tree that looked like it could support the weight of thousands of worlds, a simple wooden table sat with wooden chairs surrounding it.
And on one of those chairs, sat a woman.
Green hair, green eyes—her body was not human, it was made of wood, yet smoother and softer than heavenly silk. Her figure was something one could only call perfect in every sense possible.
Seeing this, it was clear that her body had been crafted with divine care.
And her beauty—her beauty was not something possible by any known standard. Even Noah would look ugly beside her.
Can you imagine that?
That was how breathtaking she was. And it was only logical.
After all... she was the World Tree itself. The Progenitor of the Elves.
Yes. The old lady Noelle once spoke of.
That was indeed her.
Luelle Worldtree. That was the name she chose for herself.
She was calmly sipping green tea, her expression relaxed.
And the moment she heard the Records' announcement, she suddenly paused and lifted her head.
Her green eyes glowed, and countless ethereal leaves began to swirl inside her gaze, dancing in a mystical pattern.
Then, she lowered her head once again and calmly said:
"Did you, by any chance, provoke someone lately, my dear child?" Luelle's voice traversed billions of miles and reached a golden-haired man with green eyes who stood in the middle of lush green fields.
The man paused briefly, then replied, "Nothing out of the ordinary, mother. Just a couple of destroyed worlds." He spoke with pure nonchalance.
"What's going on? Did the Records' words worry you, mother?" he asked, a little curious.
Luelle remained silent for a while before finally saying,
"I've sensed something troublesome that is soon to happen... but I cannot detect why or when."
But her voice remained calm and unbothered.
"Look into it, Lari. And tell my dear Orien to stop fooling around and take his training seriously."
She cut the contact and resumed sipping her tea, as composed as ever.
Yes, it was a new faction.
But Progenitors hardly cared.
They had lived for eons, and the resources of the universe were meaningless to them. Their power levels were unmatched by anyone.
Except, perhaps, those two darlings of the Records.
So why would they care about mundane faction wars?
They wouldn't.
They would only move if their race was at risk of extinction.
Otherwise?
Their descendants would deal with it.
But Luelle still gave the order to uncover the source of her unease.
And when Luelle gave an order...
The Worldborns became obsessed with fulfilling it.
"Call my son," Lari said softly, closing his eyes.
"Yes, my lord," a voice answered with reverence.
...
But that was the factions.
What about the abominations themselves?
Well, one of them was currently standing before the Progenitor of Demons.
In the deepest pit of Hell,
An unusual meeting was taking place.
"Dude, I'm telling you—I'm sure it's my little brother. Or sister." A man with blood-red hair and black eyes grinned widely as he spoke.
In front of him stood a male who looked like any common demon. He was simple and unassuming. But everyone knew better.
It was Lucifer. The Progenitor of Demons. The ruler of Hell.
"So you mean the third abomination created a faction? How do you know?" Lucifer asked, his glowing red eyes filled with curiosity. His voice was calm—nothing like what one would expect from a demon.
"Let's just say it's a family instinct."
"...Now you're family? What do you call that bookworm? Big sister? Or little sister?"
"I call her mommy."
A long pause.
"You're insane, Asaemon," Lucifer said, shaking his head.
But Asaemon just laughed harder.
"Hahaha! You should have seen her. She wanted to kill me so bad but couldn't."
"So what are you going to do?" Lucifer asked, already annoyed.
"What else? I'm bored. I might as well go find my little brother—or sister. The third one sounds fun." Asaemon stood up, grinning.
"No... he sounds like trouble," Lucifer replied.
Asaemon's grin widened.
"That's why he sounds fun, dumbass."
Calling a Progenitor a dumbass—only Asaemon could do such a thing.
And Lucifer, already used to the insults, didn't even react.
Instead, he waved him away.
"Get out of my realm. You're a bother. Go find your little third. And tell him not to mess with my faction."
"Or what?" Asaemon asked.
Lucifer stayed silent for a moment before smiling, his expression twisting into a wide, demonic grin.
"I'll kill him if he forces me to act."
But Asaemon only smirked as his body began to fade.
"If he—or she—is fun... then you won't do shit, Lucifer."
And then, Asaemon disappeared.
Leaving behind a smiling Lucifer.
"Fucking abominations... always causing trouble."
He muttered, then went back to sleep.
Such a lazy progenitor.
...
As for the other abomination...
She only raised her head toward the sky for a moment, then lowered it again and continued to read her book.
But in the back of her mind,
'The third one... seems like a troublesome one. Just like Asaemon.'
She sighed quietly, already feeling tired.
—End of Chapter 218—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC219: Duskworn
Chapter 219: Chapter 219: Duskworn
Chapter 219 – Duskworn
Just like the first time, the chime of the Records disturbed countless beings across the universe.
And those who understood its implications did not smile. Their faces grew solemn, even a bit pale, because they knew exactly what a new faction meant—a new competitor, a new force to account for, and a new storm approaching fast. With its arrival, the fight for resources would become even more vicious, and the frequency of war would rise beyond what anyone wanted to imagine.
So, without needing instruction or command, they all began to prepare in their own way. Some summoned back their descendants who were scattered across realms. Others tripled the intensity of their armies' training, leaving no weakness untouched. And a few—the more desperate or cynical ones—began pillaging their own worlds, stripping them bare as if expecting they might lose everything and choosing instead to leave behind only ruin.
Each of them readied themselves for an unknown enemy.
And that was precisely the problem: they didn't know who they were preparing to face. Which meant, no matter how thorough they were, it would never be enough.
Especially not if that enemy was Noah—a being who, by nature, never played fair. An abomination who never followed the expected path. A creature who wouldn't just attack you directly, but would bury a knife in your ribs while making you think you were winning the war.
That was how he worked.
That was Noah.
...
Minutes after the Records' announcement, inside the realm of Laeh, Noah sat midair, calmly—peacefully—with the little girl gently sleeping on his lap. His hand moved slowly through her silky white hair, and in that moment, he looked nothing like a terrifying monster of universal upheaval. He simply looked... content.
He had heard the chime, of course. He had heard the Records' words. But he didn't react much. Not because it wasn't important, but because at least—for now—they hadn't revealed his faction's name or the location of his world.
People would begin looking. He knew that. Some of them would even guess his true identity. But let them try.
Because if they were expecting to find a physical world somewhere out in the endless void...
They were already lost.
The world wasn't out there. It was inside of him.
At that thought, Noah couldn't help but smile.
"It's time to speed up some things," he muttered to himself, almost too quietly for even the realm to hear.
He would give Ester and the others a little more time to collect a few things at the shadow realm. But he didn't want to wait much longer. Not anymore.
And speeding up didn't mean acting recklessly. No—Noah was too smart for that.
Especially now.
Because not long after the Records' announcement, another message had echoed quietly in his mind, one that didn't reach the universe, one that only he was meant to hear:
{We acknowledge you, Noah Vaelgrim.}
{You have reached the next threshold.}
{You may now step into the Supreme Rank.}
{Wish it, and the process will begin.}
So, it seemed that turning your soul into a world wasn't something minor. It wasn't just an insane gamble—it was a cosmic achievement. And that achievement made him eligible for the rank where mortals stopped being mortals, and began becoming something else entirely.
The same rank Elira had reached.
But it made Noah pause, just a little.
"Is there no rank limit, Laeh?" he asked quietly, because Laeh was still a low-grade world. She shouldn't, by all logic, even be capable of supporting a single SSS-rank being, let alone someone Supreme.
Laeh stirred slightly, then nodded.
"There is. The limit right now is SS rank," she answered, her voice calm, her tone that of someone drawing directly from cosmic law. "But... the Vaelgrims are exceptions, as they are the rulers of this world. Even so, they cannot go beyond Mythic rank for the moment."
Noah nodded thoughtfully. He understood now. The rank wasn't tied to him—at least, not entirely. It was tied to the world that birthed and sustained his power. And that world was still growing.
Then he rose gently to his feet,"You're able to exist outside this realm, right?" he asked, his voice light.
Laeh nodded again, a little more excited this time.
Noah smiled.
"Then come with me. I'll introduce you to our family."
That made her blink.
"Our family? What family? I don't have one," she said, her expression puzzled in a way only someone newly born could be.
"My family, of course. The Vaelgrims."
He paused for just a second, letting the words sink into her.
"And from now on," he continued, grinning wider, "you are the little sister of Noah Vaelgrim, the ruler of the Vaelgrims. So let's go—I'll introduce you to my women, who are now your sisters-in-law, and also to the two troublesome brats I adopted, Lorna and Premier."
He chuckled to himself.
"I bet you'll love them. But don't get corrupted. They're both troublesome abd rebellious," he said with a very serious expression, already playing the part of the doting big brother.
Then, without another word, he picked her up and disappeared—straight toward the White Castle.
Laeh remained confused, cradled in his arms.
And Noah, in contrast, was quietly giddy.
'I've never had siblings in either of my lives. Now I do. That's... kind of amazing.'
Unpredictable as ever.
...
Meanwhile, the Shadows had entered their respective territories, each carrying out their mission in their own fashion.
Eric's method was a little different.
Yes, he wanted to gather information for Noah. Yes, he wanted to serve his role. But above all, he wanted to sharpen himself—grind himself into something fierce and untraceable.
So, he went to the Colosseum.
In Mortis's domain, the Colosseum wasn't just a place for fights. It was a stage for recognition—a pit for rising stars. Nobles came to witness blood and power, sometimes to select warriors for their houses, other times to test their own champions in battles that held nothing back.
And sometimes... it wasn't just honor at stake. Sometimes, it was worlds. Or treasures. Or slaves. Or forbidden knowledge.
The stakes were high. The attention even higher.
And inside one of the VIP chambers of that dark, violent arena, a noblewoman was seated in silence.
She was stunning.
Hair like blazing red silk, eyes that shimmered with predatory intelligence. She wore a dress of black shadows, tight to her sinfully curvaceous figure, and her crossed legs revealed smooth, glowing ebony skin.
This was Aerica Dusk, a Great Commander of Mortis—second only to the man himself.
And right now?
She was livid.
"That damn useless bastard... after all the resources I poured into him, he make me lose two low-rank worlds?"
She grit her teeth, leaning back in her chair with barely restrained fury.
She had thought she'd found a prodigy. Turned out, it was just a polished turd.
Sighing, she waved a hand toward the maid beside her.
"Who's fighting today? Anyone interesting?"
"There is the champion of Lord Atreus, who will be facing a rookie."
"A rookie?" Aerica raised a brow. "Poor fool. What's his name?"
The maid glanced at the obsidian-colored paper in her hands.
"...Duskworn," she said.
"His name is Duskworn, my lady."
—End of Chapter 219—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC220: Duskworn Rises
Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Duskworn Rises
Chapter 220 – Duskworn Rises
Aerica paused, her head tilting slightly in that strange, almost feline way of hers.
"Is this his first fight?" she asked, the tone of her voice tinged with something new—curiosity. It wasn't often that a rookie carried even a fraction of her name.
"No, my lady," the maid replied, eyes respectfully lowered. "He fought once before against a lower-tier fighter. It wasn't anything outstanding, but... he wasn't bad either."
Aerica hummed, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest of her chair.
"What are his chances of success? And what has Atreus wagered this time?" she asked as she slowly adjusted her posture, sensing some intrigue forming.
"His chance of success is less than three percent. As for Lord Atreus..." the maid hesitated slightly before finishing, "It's the usual. If Duskworn loses, he becomes a slave. If he wins, Atreus gives him a bonded SSS-rank shadow beast."
Aerica brought her fingers to her chin, thoughtful—but her musing was abruptly interrupted as a screen materialized in the air before her, flickering to life with a soft hum.
She looked up.
There, on the screen, stood a young man with a lean frame, dressed in plain black clothes, just standing in the center of the arena like he belonged there.
Aerica's lips curved into a slow, amused smile.
"Well, this might actually be entertaining," she said, stretching. "Might as well enjoy it properly. Bring me something sweet, Lora."
"As you wish, my lady," the maid said before vanishing smoothly into the shadows.
Alone now, Aerica settled more comfortably in her seat, her eyes glued to the screen.
It was time to watch the fight of the man named Eric—no, the man now called Duskworn.
...
In the arena's center, Eric stood calmly, glancing around like a child in awe.
Even after fighting here once before, the sheer grandeur of this place still struck him.
It was incredible.
The stadium was at least ten times larger than the biggest arena on Earth, its structure laced with glowing red threads that twisted around the black stone in mesmerizing arcs. Everything here—the seats, the walls, the floor—was made of a special material unique to the Shadow Realm, found only within Lord Mortis's domain.
Nioulrock.
A dark, ominous substance, slightly corrosive, but with defensive properties that made it perfect for housing beings of immense power.
'Interesting material,' Eric mused as his eyes studied the floor beneath his feet. 'What's more interesting is how these nobles sit on something corrosive like it's velvet.'
But his musings ended the moment his opponent arrived.
A tall, muscular man with striking white hair and a hardened gaze stepped into the arena. He looked down at Eric with the kind of disdain that came from too many victories.
"What a waste of time," the man—Mori—muttered as he walked forward. "Why pit me against a rookie? Give me someone in my league."
Eric said nothing.
Instead, he calmly extended his right hand, and his black sword shimmered into existence as if summoned from the void itself.
Then, high above them, the referee materialized with a booming voice.
"BEGIN!!"
The arena erupted with a deafening roar.
"WOOOOOAAAAHHHHH!"
Mori let out a long, exasperated breath and lifted his hands into a loose hand-to-hand combat stance.
"SSS-rank shadow beasts aren't easy to come by. I better finish this quickly—"
His words were cut short.
A flash of movement. A blur. A strike.
BOOM!
Mori was sent flying backward, the ground beneath him cracking from the sheer force of Eric's first strike. He barely managed to stop himself, planting his foot hard against the shattered floor.
And there was Eric—already dashing toward him with unnerving speed, his face unreadable, his stance almost lazy.
Mori's eyes narrowed. Without hesitation, shadows burst from the ground and wrapped around him. A moment later, they receded—and standing there now was Mori, clad in sleek black armor that shimmered like liquid obsidian. Even his face was masked, and in each hand, dark gauntlets radiated strength.
He smiled beneath the helm.
Eric saw it all—and cursed inwardly.
Still, he didn't hesitate.
His sword suddenly shifted—its blade unraveling into a fluid shape of condensed shadow. Not quite solid, but not vapor either. Still shaped like a weapon. Still deadly.
He struck again.
Mori, now fully armored, countered with a punch, immense force surging through his body.
But the moment his fist touched Eric's weapon, the blade dissolved into pure shadow and seeped past the cracks of his armor, slipping inside.
Eric dodged the punch by a hair, his head tilting to the side. And in a voice as cold and flat as sharpened steel—
"Shadow Spike."
Mori froze.
His body convulsed as dark spikes burst from within, ripping out through his back with sickening force.
Blood splattered across the arena floor as he fell to one knee, stunned.
He looked up—just in time to see Eric's hand raised, summoning another blade of twisting shadow.
The blade came down fast, targeting his head.
Mori exhaled slowly.
'Well... this rookie isn't half bad,' he admitted inwardly—and then he smirked beneath his helm.
"Shadow Transformation..." he whispered.
Eric's eyes widened.
A deep, primal sense of danger flooded his instincts. He didn't wait—he immediately leapt back, putting as much distance between them as he could.
"...Gloomfang Form."
The words finished. And Mori exploded into shadow.
His body melted, twisted, and reformed into something monstrous—something feral.
The crowd exploded in manic cheers.
"AND HERE IT IS! THE BELOVED CHAMPION OF LORD ATREUS! THE ONE AND ONLY... GLOOMFANG!" the referee screamed, his voice filled with wild excitement.
The entire colosseum shook with applause.
Eric stood frozen for a moment, then smiled—a crooked, unstable grin.
"Time to surpass myself," he muttered, his voice low, steady, and a little bit unhinged.
He took a stance.
He waited.
With Noah's talent fused into his being, death wasn't truly death anymore. Not for him.
So—
'Let me go crazy.'
Madness flickered in his eyes like a second soul.
...
Back in the VIP room, Aerica watched with intense concentration.
She hadn't looked away once.
Her gaze was fixed on the boy named Duskworn—on his cold eyes, sharp movements, and lethal timing.
"He has potential," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. "He looks serious. Focused. Motivated."
She leaned forward, lips curling.
"Duskworn, huh..." she repeated slowly.
Then, her smile widened. It was a devilish thing. Dangerous.
"Lora," she called out softly.
Her maid stepped from the shadows silently. "Yes, my lady?"
"...I think I've found my next champion."
—End of Chapter 220—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC221: Variable
Chapter 221: Chapter 221: Variable
Chapter 221 – Variable
Eric wasn't the only one who had begun moving toward his goal.
The others had started as well, each group walking its own path, driven by its own design.
...
Inside the domain of the Shadow's Puppeteer, two unassuming women strolled quietly through the heart of the Puppetry's City. Not a single resident gave them a second glance. No one addressed them, no one acknowledged them—as if they weren't even there.
Of course, that was the point.
They were Silentshade and Shadeveil. The elusive mother-daughter duo.
"Your plan is good and all," Sari said softly, eyes still fixed ahead as they walked through the twisting streets, "but how will we be able to spy on everyone?"
"I've thought about that, Mother," Ester replied calmly, her voice as composed as ever. "And there's only one place where people of all social classes pass through freely, without much scrutiny or distinction. Well, not one place. Two, actually."
Her gaze swept over the buildings around them, curious—almost fascinated. It was her first time inside a city in this realm of shadows.
But that fascination began to twist into discomfort.
Because the more she observed the puppet-like constructs that wandered through the city, the stronger the feeling grew. An instinctual warning throbbed inside her. One she couldn't ignore.
Don't look at them for more than two seconds.
No reason. No logic. Just raw gut instinct.
So Ester didn't.
In fact, she limited herself to less than a single second. Just a fleeting glance before quickly shifting her gaze away.
'This... this is too weird,' she thought, uneasy.
"Ester."
She flinched slightly at her mother's call and turned her head to find Sari frowning at her.
"I called you multiple times. You didn't respond," Sari said, her voice carrying concern despite her eternally neutral expression. "Is something bothering you?"
"Do you not feel it, Mother? That strange sensation as we move through this city? Like something's watching you... or crawling beneath your skin?"
But Sari simply tilted her head.
"No. I'm not sensing anything."
Ester frowned even more deeply. 'So it's just me... either something here is reacting to me in particular, or—' She left the thought unfinished but glanced back at her mother with quiet suspicion.
Then she smiled, hiding the weight of her thoughts behind her usual mask.
"Don't worry. It's nothing. Let's focus on the mission," she said, her voice lightening. "As I said, there are two ideal places where we can encounter all our targets. Want to guess?"
"I do not," Sari replied flatly, staring at her daughter like she was wasting time.
Ester's lips twitched. "What a boring mother," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.
She sighed and finally revealed the answer.
"The brothel and the casino."
Sari's eyebrow rose slightly. It was a strange answer—but disturbingly accurate.
"Brothels are where you find every kind of man... and woman. The lowest of the low, and the highest in power. In fact," Ester added with a slight grimace, "the more powerful they are, the more depraved they tend to be."
"As for the casino, that's where people gamble their lives, chase hope, and throw desperation into the void. You'll find plenty of low-ranked individuals there, trying to carve a future out of this twisted world."
"And we're lucky, you know," she added. "The youngest Shadow siblings seems to enjoy entertainment, so his domain is filled with these... conveniences."
After all, the other two didn't offer such amenities.
Then she paused, giving Sari a small glance.
"Brothel or casino?"
She wanted her mother to choose the place she believed she'd be most effective in.
Sari thought for a moment before replying, "Brothel."
Ester blinked, surprised. "Why?"
"Because you're with Noah now, and I know you'll hate being there. You'll find it disgusting. So I'll take it," Sari said matter-of-factly, walking ahead with that same passive confidence making it clear there was no room for negotiation.
Ester smiled at her retreating figure.
"A boring mother, sure..."
"...but a loving one too."
And so, they parted ways.
Each setting off to begin their mission.
Each stepping into the shadows to collect the secrets of a domain that would never see them coming.
...
Elsewhere, Shadeva had begun her task as well—though calling it a "mission" was almost too formal.
She had entered the capital of Ebony's domain. The great city known across the masses as the City of Order, ruled with calculated grace by Ebony herself—the one known as the Pragmatic Shadow.
She was the kind of ruler who didn't act out of passion or vengeance but from logic alone. Cold, unfeeling, precise. And her city mirrored her.
Perfect symmetry. Identical buildings. Roads and alleys that followed rigid geometric flow. Everything had a place. Everything had order.
'Too controlled,' Shadeva thought as she sat at a small outdoor café, sipping a cup of coffee while blending into the crowd with flawless ease.
Her appearance, her aura, her mannerisms—all of it was altered. She was almost unrecognizable. Even her own family wouldn't have spotted her.
'I see she hasn't changed at all,' Shadeva mused. 'Still clinging to her obsession with structure. Still believing that control is the only path to safety.'
She shook her head in subtle disappointment.
She had warned her, long ago. Urged her to find balance. To leave some space for emotion. To allow life to breathe.
But she never listened.
And that—Shadeva thought with a faint sigh—would be her undoing.
'That will be the flaw that topples your world, dear sister.'
Finishing her coffee, she stood and glanced at the waitress.
"It was a great cup. Thank you," she said kindly, before stepping out onto the cold, pristine streets.
Inside her mind, voices echoed.
'Mother, what do we do?' a voice asked—Sofi.
'What kind of question is that?' Oren responded. 'We go ask for our revenge.'
'But Mother is only SSS rank,' Bori pointed out cautiously.
'She can still summon Supreme Rank shadows or even Mythic, if she pushes herself.'
Their voices clashed and overlapped, bickering like siblings.
Shadeva smiled. She didn't stop them. She let the chaos play out inside her mind, amused by their banter.
But eventually, she raised her mental voice—soft but firm.
'The plan is simple,' she said. 'My sister lives by logic. Which means she's predictable in a way.'
She smiled to herself.
'After all if you understand how someone like her processes information, if you map their logic—you can predict their every move. Then you can tear apart their certainty, brick by brick.'
'And logical people like her hate uncertainty. They hate variables they can't explain. So let's become that variable. Let's become the chaos she cannot rationalize.'
And how do you do that?
Easy.
Shadeva stepped into the street, stretched lightly, and looked around.
"This city... is a little too clean, too orderly, too boring."
She grinned.
"Time to make things a bit more entertaining."
—End of Chapter 221—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC222: Time skip
Chapter 222: Chapter 222: Time skip
Chapter 222 – Six Years Later
Three years had passed inside the Shadow Realm, but within Noah's world—Laeh—six full years had gone by.
The time differential wasn't linear, but that was to be expected. The Shadow Realm operated on its own laws, and so did time itself.
But six years... six years of development, of evolution, of relentless improvement—was enough to push even a fragile, unstable world onto the path of greatness.
Especially when the ones guiding it were people blessed with unmatched leadership and terrifying talent.
Everything had changed.
And changed dramatically.
The Laeh of now was nothing like the Laeh of six years ago. Not even close. But before we speak of the land itself, let's talk about what truly made up a world.
The people.
To say the population had changed would be a gross understatement. In the first two years, tension between races still existed—but it gradually vanished. The reason?
Elizabeth.
And the Church of the Absolute Deity.
It was fascinating to witness the transformation that occurred when people surrendered themselves entirely to a higher power. Because by surrendering, they also relinquished their right to question, to think beyond the narrow framework imposed on them—and in doing so, they became predictable.
Controllable.
That's what Elizabeth understood.
And that's what she enforced—by establishing an absolute rule: no fighting between races. Follow the directives. Obey the Church. Or face the consequences.
Rarely did anyone rebel.
Because they knew.
Because they saw with their own eyes.
Because He was real.
And there's a world of difference between worshiping a distant concept... and worshiping someone you could actually see. Someone you could touch, speak with, fear, love, or even kneel before.
It made their faith stronger—anchored in reality—and thus, they obeyed with devotion.
Because they didn't want to provoke Him or rather...Them.
The Vaelgrims.
And not just Noah, but his women as well. Worshiped as divinities in their own right.
The Silver Goddesses—as the masses had come to call them.
And among them, none stood more revered than the mother of the Absolute Deity himself.
Selene Weaverheart Vaelgrim.
Also known as the Frost Silver Goddess... or, simply, The Mother of Frost.
She, along with the others, had begun transforming mortals into their own lineages of Elysiari after the third year.
Now, inside Laeh, it was rare to find anyone not an Elysiari. And those who weren't? They either lacked the worth—or the obedience—to receive such a gift.
After all, even in a world shaped by absolute control, there would always be dissenters. Rebels. Or simply the reclusive, who chose isolation over submission.
But for the rest?
The distinctions between humans, beasts, and other races had completely dissolved.
In their place, a new structure had formed—domains spread across Laeh, each ruled by one of Noah's wives, each domain aligned with a distinct branch of Elysiari.
And those very same wives...
Worshipped by the masses for their grace, divinity, and holiness.
They screamed each night in ecstasy.
Begging to be dominated, to be taken, to be loved—broken and remade by the hands of the man they all adored.
Noah.
Each night they surrendered. And each morning, they rose again to resume their sacred duties as the heads of their respective branches.
Curious, isn't it?
And that begs the question—
What had the Vaelgrims become after six years?
...
On the floating island where the White Castle stood—inside one of its grand chambers—a young man with flowing silver hair and runic white eyes stood before a mirror. He looked no older than twenty-six, with a gaze filled with calm curiosity.
"Hm... I think it wouldn't be too bad if I let my beard grow," Noah murmured as he examined his reflection.
As he spoke, lotuses of different hues bloomed behind him, swirling in the air before solidifying into the forms of his personal maids.
Leona. Nephis. Katy. Morgan. Sonomi.
"You can do so, Master—it will suit you very much!" Nephis chirped with her usual excitement.
Leona nodded beside her. "Yes, Master. There's nothing in this world that doesn't suit you."
Katy, Sonomi, and Morgan exchanged glances with mild irritation.
'Damn simps,' the three thought in perfect harmony.
Noah chuckled and addressed them.
"What about you three? Would it suit me?" he asked, still facing the mirror, smiling lightly.
"I think without beard suits you more, Master. Beard makes you look older. And I prefer being fucked by someone who looks young," Katy said with a lustful smile, completely unbothered.
No one even blinked.
They were used to it by now.
Sonomi stepped forward, her voice dreamy.
"But it would suit you, Master. A beard gives a man a particular charm. I can already imagine the combo—moustache and goatee... ahhh..." Her eyes glazed over with fantasy.
"It would suit you so much," she finished, voice almost a whisper.
Finally, Morgan spoke.
"I don't care, Master. As long as I can suck your blood through your dick, it doesn't matter to me."
Her red eyes glowed brighter as they stared shamelessly at his pants.
The other maids all rolled their eyes.
"Blood is all she thinks about," Nephis muttered in disgust.
"Indeed. Such an uncivilized person," Leona added, still refusing to even look at Morgan—as if doing so would infect her with stupidity.
Katy and Sonomi just smiled wryly, choosing not to chime in.
"Hahahaha!" Noah laughed heartily, entertained by their banter.
He looked at the mirror one last time and cleanly shaved the budding beard in a single motion.
"I'll shave it," he said with a small smile.
Then turned to Sonomi.
"But I can be whatever you want me to be once the night comes."
Sonomi's eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded with a soft, bashful smile.
Noah scanned them all and smiled in quiet pride.
Every single one of his maids had now become Elysiari—and not just any Elysiari, but the first of their kind.
They had been worthy.
All of them had reached full affection. Full loyalty.
And he had rewarded them.
Leona was now the Elysiari of Hybrids—those she transformed would become a mixture of multiple races, selected at will. Her silver hair and dragonic demon-slit eyes marked her lineage.
Nephis was the Elysiari of Constellations—silver hair, starlit eyes swirling with cosmic grace.
Katy had become the Elysiari of Serpents—silver hair and venomous green reptilian eyes.
Sonomi had become the Elysiari of Wood—silver hair with softly glowing wooden eyes, serene and regal.
Morgan... the Elysiari of Blood—silver hair, crimson irises, and an aura of seductive danger.
They had changed. And they had embraced their roles fully.
Noah smiled once more, turning his back to the mirror.
"Let's go meet my dear wives."
He smirked.
"Time to prepare for our battle against the Originals."
Because now—
Now, he was ready.
—End of Chapter 222—
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Chapter 223: Chapter 223: A woman's Determination
Chapter 223 – A Woman's Determination
After his little time with the maids, Noah teleported straight into the main meeting room of the White Castle. And, as always, he found his women already gathered, each sitting in her designated seat, chatting lightly with one another.
A peaceful, lighthearted atmosphere filled the space.
But the moment Noah appeared, that atmosphere subtly shifted. Peace and ease were still there—but now, love was added. The kind that radiated so visibly you'd think their affection had taken physical form and wrapped itself around the air.
The love they felt for him was always overflowing. Always overwhelming.
Noah sat down at the head of the table, Selene and Elira naturally at his sides.
"Girls, how are you?" he asked with a smile—before that smile slowly curved into a sly smirk.
"I mean... after the night we just spent, of course," he added with a grin.
The women rolled their eyes, playful amusement clear on their faces.
"You're becoming more and more beastly in bed, Noah," Zara sighed, pretending to be tired.
But nobody believed her act.
"Says the one who kept crying for him to fuck her like a primal beast," Neko shot back, not even sparing her a glance.
Zara's lips twitched.
"Neko... weren't you by my side?" she said, pretending to be hurt.
But after being emotionally guilt-tripped three times already, Neko had learned her lesson. She didn't even look at her.
Zara's emotional damage stat had become too damn high.
"Tch. No one's falling for that anymore, Zara," Alice added with a scoff.
Zara simply ignored her.
"Why do you always bicker like this?" Yuki asked as she calmly stroked her ever-shifting sword—every touch reshaping the blade as if it were alive. It was a captivating, borderline hypnotic sight.
"Because it's fun," Alice replied with a grin.
"There are other ways to have fun with, you know," Aphasia chimed in.
They all looked at her.
"Like playing with spirits?" Dominique muttered lazily from the side.
"Exactly! I can even assign each of you a spirit to play with!" Aphasia beamed.
But—
"No thanks," Anya replied flatly.
The rest followed suit almost immediately.
Aphasia's lips twitched.
And just like that, another mini battle of egos erupted—this one lasting almost half an hour.
All the while, Noah simply sat there—legs crossed, head resting on his right hand, a small smile playing on his lips. He could've watched them bicker forever.
But—
CLAP!
Selene clapped her hands.
"Noah has something to tell us," Elira said with a calm smile.
And just like that, the chaos ended. They all turned toward him.
Noah blinked. Honestly surprised it ended so fast.
He let out a regretful sigh but still got back to business.
"Six years have passed," Noah began, his voice serious now.
"Six years where you've all grown. Created your own factions. Learned. Led. Suffered. Commanded."
"Six years where I expected you to give everything—to prepare for what's to come."
He paused briefly, eyes drifting over each one of them. Their faces were more mature now. Their presence heavier. They were no longer just his wives—they were leaders.
And that made his smile deepen.
"I'm proud of all of you," he said genuinely.
Proud of their journeys.
But like always—
"Still, nothing you've built will survive... if we lose the battle against the Shadows."
Another pause. Letting the words sink in.
And they did.
Each of their expressions shifted. Serious. Sharp. Focused.
Noah nodded, pleased.
"So... are you ready for this battle?"
"Yes," they all answered in unison.
"Perfect," Noah said, smiling.
Then he asked, "Where's Justicia?"
The moment the name dropped, Elizabeth and a few of the others visibly stiffened.
Their expressions went weird. Very weird.
They all suddenly found the walls and ceilings incredibly interesting—looking everywhere but at him.
Noah noticed immediately.
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. "Eli?" he asked softly.
Elizabeth forced a smile. "Nothing happened, my love. Don't worry—I'll go find her."
She disappeared in a blink.
And like a chain reaction, the others followed her lead.
"We'll go prepare for the battle!" they called out in near-perfect union before vanishing as well.
Leaving only Selene, Elira, Christelle, Emily, and Lilith.
The MILFs, basically.
Noah raised an eyebrow, glancing around the remaining women.
Each of them returned his look with a subtle smile.
"Will you tell me if I ask what's going on?" he asked, arms crossed now.
Selene leaned forward gently. "Well, my dear baby..."
"Hm. I mean... maybe?" Elira said, tilting her head like a mischievous cat.
"I will," Lilith purred. "If you fuck me right here and now."
"Why not?" Emily added with a teasing smirk.
As for Christelle...
"I'll tell you—!" she started excitedly, then froze when she felt their gazes pin her down.
She smiled awkwardly. Then muttered,
"Never mind."
Noah sighed and leaned back into his chair.
He didn't push.
Sometimes, he liked letting them have their little secrets. Their own chaos.
It was cute and human.
He enjoyed that very much.
Then he relaxed and said calmly,
"Let's call back our little spies."
And—
"Where's Noelle again?"
...
Meanwhile—
In a private room somewhere deep in the castle, a golden-haired, golden-eyed woman lay on the floor. Naked. Legs spread. Her juices pooling beneath her like a river.
Of course...
It was Justicia.
Six years of watching Noah relentlessly fuck every single one of his women had broken her completely.
The woman had gone feral.
But she still couldn't bring herself to do the obvious.
'I can't just go to him and ask him to fuck me...'
'It's... embarrassing...'
Justicia shuddered at the thought.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. Someone had entered the room.
It was Elizabeth.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Elizabeth said, visibly annoyed. "Just go beg already."
"If you keep doing this, Noah might notice something. At least act normal and do this kind of thing at night!"
Justicia stayed silent for a few seconds.
"I... I can't. What will he think of me if I... if I beg him to..."
She couldn't even finish the sentence.
Elizabeth stared at her like she was a complete idiot.
"We all beg him to fuck us. What? You think you're better than us now?"
"...No..." Justicia muttered, deflating as she fell back onto the floor again.
Elizabeth exhaled slowly.
"We're going to the Shadow Realm soon. And none of us know if we'll come back alive."
"So..."
"Better to get fucked now and lose that damn virginity of yours before you die."
And just like that, she vanished.
Justicia remained silent. Processing.
"Die...?"
"...without ever tasting that dick?"
The more she thought about it...
The more she realized the horror of it.
"Hell no."
She stood up.
Pussy still leaking but her heart was determined.
Her fists clenched tight.
"I will get fucked today." she said, face solemn like a knight before war.
Truly...
What a profound and righteous goal to have.
We are so proud of her.
—End of Chapter 223—
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Chapter 224: Chapter 224: The Surrender of a Celestial
Chapter 224 – The Surrender of a Celestial
Inside the core of Laeh, the space here had changed—now it resembled a serene and magical beach. A massive waterfall surged endlessly, and from its base, a stream of water flowed softly over crystalline sand, its liquid shimmering and shifting color every nanosecond.
One moment it was pitch black, swallowing all light like a void... the next, it was a radiant blue that froze the air around it. Then golden, then silver, then pure white.
And in the middle of that magical stream was a young girl with pristine white hair, playing gleefully in the water, her laughter echoing through the vast space like soft bells.
"Hahahah! Big sister Noelle! Why are you still standing there? Come play with me!!" Laeh's voice rang out joyfully as she turned and waved with a huge smile.
Noelle, seated gracefully on a chair set in the warm sand, smiled softly.
"Play by yourself for now. I'll come join you shortly," she said gently, sipping her tea with calm elegance.
Laeh pouted, adorably childlike. "It's the sixth time you've said that, big sister Noelle!"
"It's not—!"
"I'll go wherever you want after we play," Noelle interrupted with a teasing smile that made Laeh blink, then smile innocently in return.
"Fine, big sister!" she said happily before turning back to splash in the stream.
Noelle exhaled slowly, her soft smile still lingering as she sipped her tea again.
"You're scamming my dear little sister, Noelle," a familiar voice said behind her.
She turned slightly, finding Noah standing beside her with a knowing smile.
"What do you mean, scamming her?" Noelle asked, putting on a mock-innocent expression.
"Weren't you just trying to tire her out so you wouldn't have to follow her around later?" he said, casually sitting beside her and watching Laeh splash around, still oblivious to his presence.
"That's quite heartless, Noelle," he added, stealing a sip from her tea.
Noelle's lips twitched. Her plan had been exposed.
She chose silence rather than defending herself.
Noah laughed but didn't push further. Instead, he turned back toward Laeh with a soft, proud smile. The kind of smile an older sibling wears when watching their younger one just being happy.
"Laeh is just too cute, right?" Noah said, eyes still locked on her.
"She is. And..." Noelle began, also watching the girl with thoughtful eyes, "...she's quite special. As a World Will, she's unlike anything I've seen. So vibrant, so... alive. So playful."
She chuckled softly.
"I mean, no matter how young a World Will appears, they're always at least millions of years old. But Laeh? She feels like a 12-year-old girl who never had to grow up."
"And I prefer her that way," Noah added with a wry grin. "I honestly can't imagine her acting like some ancient wise being."
Noelle laughed again.
Then, silence fell between them. A calm, comfortable silence.
But it didn't last.
"Noelle," Noah said suddenly, "I have a request."
"What is it?"
He paused briefly.
"Will you accept to become an inhabitant of my world?" he asked.
Noelle blinked, slightly surprised—before understanding immediately.
"Will you gain something if I do?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes."
"I accept," she said instantly.
And that was all it took.
In that moment, something shifted in the space itself.
Laeh, still playing, suddenly stopped.
Her head snapped toward Noelle—and without any hesitation, she teleported in front of her and hugged her tightly.
"Finally!!" Laeh cried, her grin so wide it looked like her face would burst from joy.
Now that Noelle was part of the world, part of her people, there was no more fear of separation. No more leaving. No more distance.
Noah smiled at the sight, then looked at Noelle and mouthed a silent thank you—before disappearing, giving them space.
...
Noah reappeared back in his bedroom.
But before he could even sit and wait for his wives, he stopped mid-step—his eyes falling on a strange, unexpected sight.
He tilted his head slightly.
"...What are you doing?" he asked calmly.
Justicia was sitting on his bed.
Completely naked.
A deep blush colored her cheeks. She had come here fueled by a burst of desperate, overwhelming determination—but now, in front of the man himself, she felt...
Ashamed.
Embarrassed.
And yet, more than anything—aroused.
She, a Celestial. She, a being of divine status worshipped by countless mortals. She, who could obliterate a low-tier world without blinking...
She was now naked in front of a mortal.
But not just any mortal.
The one who had slain her champion.
The one who had destroyed her lover.
The one who had humiliated her.
The one who had enslaved her.
And the worst part?
Even with all that pain, anger, and humiliation bubbling inside her heart...
There was one overpowering feeling.
Lust.
She wanted. Craved. Needed.
She wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside her.
She had watched him for six years. Six years of endless, brutal, passionate fucking. Six years of hearing moans, seeing bodies convulse in pleasure, of seeing that thick, veiny cock stretch the holes of proud women until they forgot who they were.
Six years of watching it all.
She couldn't bear it anymore.
Slowly, Justicia stood up... then dropped to her knees.
She kneeled in front of Noah Vaelgrim—the man who had ruined her life—and, with a trembling voice...
"...Please... please... fuck me."
Noah looked at her. Calm. Still.
He didn't grin.
He didn't mock.
He simply walked closer and knelt down in front of her.
Gently, he raised her chin with a single finger forcing her golden, trembling eyes to meet his glowing white runic ones.
"You want me to fuck you?" he asked quietly.
Justicia nodded.
"Me...the one who killed Elijah? Your champion? Your lover?"
This time, she hesitated.
But even with her hands shaking, even with her shame burning, she nodded again—less firm, but undeniably true.
Noah stared at her.
"Do you hate me?" he asked.
He could have asked the system and known instantly. But he didn't.
He wanted to hear it from her. He wanted her truth.
"...Justicia," he asked once more, softly, "do you hate me?"
She remained still.
The question wasn't hard.
What confused her was that... she didn't know the answer.
Her mind screamed yes.
Her heart whispered no.
And as always, between the mind and the heart—only one truly wins.
And that damned organ that gets people into the worst decisions of their lives?
It won.
"I... I don't hate you..." Justicia whispered.
"...So please... make me yours."
And at those words, Noah finally smiled.
"As you will, my dear slave."
Because didn't he already say it before?
He wasn't Rome.
He was something far greater.
—End of Chapter 224—
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Chapter 225: Chapter 225: Tie me...(R18)
Chapter 225: Tie me...(R18)
Rome had done something similar to Noah or maybe it was the opposite but that's the not the point.
The point was for him, Emmie had never felt anything. Decades together meant nothing. There was no bond, no sexual desire, no love.
All Emmie felt towards him was hatred.
Only that.
Raw, bitter, and growing day by day until that fateful day when without any remorse, she killed him mercilessly while looking at him dead in the eyes.
But Noah...
Noah was different.
He had murdered Justicia's lover right in front of her. Then, he broke her will and enslaved her without any hesitation.
Just one of these acts would be enough to make any woman loathe a man for eternity.
Yet here she was kneeling while naked. Shivering and begging the killer of her soulmate to fuck her.
It was...Sensational to say the least.
And at these thoughts settled inside his mind,
Noah stared at Justicia, letting the silence hum with tension before finally walking to his bed and sitting at the edge, his white runic eyes glowing with intensity, lips curved in that teasing, knowing smile.
"Do you want it that much?" he asked, voice smooth and calm.
"Yes...yes I do," Justicia whispered like a prayer.
"Then come get it, my dear slave." Noah said with a deep and husky voice.
Those words came from the deepest pit of lust. They didn't sound human. They sounded like sin had taken a voice and decided to mock the divine.
Justicia trembled violently.
Her breath hitched, her body spasmed in heat as she began crawling — slow, hungry and needy.
Every inch she moved left a trail of her wetness behind. Her pussy was soaked, leaking juice that dripped onto Noah's pristine white floor.
It wasn't silent.
Plop.
Plop.
The sticky, filthy sound echoed like a perverted drumbeat.
And Noah noticed.
Of course, he did.
He saw it. Heard it. Smelled her.
His cock twitched. Then it throbbed. And then it hardened — fast, hard, unforgiving — like it had a mind of its own.
Because no matter what else life had to offer, the sight of a prideful, once-powerful woman crawling for his cock...
That was something Noah couldn't get tired of.
There was something cruelly beautiful or maybe even sacred in seeing a woman who stood tall, proud and untouchable in front of the world... now reduced to a trembling, leaking slut who only bent for you.
Only for you and not for anyone else.
That's the kind of woman worth ruining the world for.
By the time Justicia reached him, she didn't wait, she didn't even ask.
She immediately started to undo his pants like a madwoman, desperate, fingers trembling with hunger.
When she finally freed it — Noah's thick, fat, veiny cock sprung out like a monster finally released from its cage.
The scent alone hit her. Heavy, masculine, primal.
Her mouth fell open. Her eyes went hazy. Her thighs clenched. Her pussy gushed again.
"Finally... finally..." she muttered like she'd found salvation.
Noah tilted his head slightly. Still smiling.
"What are you waiting for?"
She looked up.
He didn't need to repeat himself.
"In your mouth."
He could've slapped her, and it wouldn't have hit harder than those three words.
She opened wide and took him in. All of him. No hesitation.
Her throat stretched unnaturally, but she didn't care. Her tongue swirled, her mouth drooled, her eyes rolled.
She gagged. She choked. She sucked like a woman who'd been starved for years and just found her first real meal.
Wet, obscene, slurping noises filled the room.
Noah's eyes closed. His head tilted back. The power, the filth, the heat — it was all too much.
And Justicia? She wasn't stopping. She was now moaning around his cock, touching her own tits, pinching her nipples hard like she needed pain to handle the pleasure.
Then an idea hit her.
She pulled back with a wet pop, grabbed her enormous tits, and squeezed them tight around Noah's shaft.
The moment she started sliding them up and down—
"F-fuck... yes...!"
Noah's moan was guttural, raw. His eyes fluttered. His hips twitched.
"Perfect," he muttered, eyes glued to the way her tongue teased the tip every time her breasts dropped.
It was disgusting. It was gorgeous.
The room smelled of lust. Their breathing was loud. Their moans layered in a symphony of filth.
Minutes passed.
Noah's balls clenched. His thighs tensed.
"I'm gonna cum!" he barked softly.
Justicia didn't miss a beat. She lunged forward, took him back into her mouth and—
He exploded.
Hot, thick ropes of cum shot into her throat. And she swallowed. Every drop.
No flinch. No cough. No mercy.
She gulped him down like holy water, like she was dying and he was the only thing keeping her alive.
POP.
His cock slipped out of her mouth, still twitching.
He opened his eyes to see her sitting there, mouth open, a little cum dripping down the side of her lips and looking at him like a girl desperate for praise.
'I did good, right?' her eyes screamed.
Noah smiled at this.
Then stood.
All his clothes vanished in a blink, and Justicia's eyes widened in glee. Finally.
She was finally going to get what she wanted.
He walked over and crouched and lifted her like a princess before carrying her to the bed.
He laid her down gently, then leaned in, lips near her ear.
"Tell me... how do you want it?"
Justicia froze slightly at this question.
Then suddenly her face turned crimson. She avoided his gaze like a shy schoolgirl which only made it filthier somehow.
Noah tilted his head.
"Tell me. I won't judge," he said with a small teasing smile.
She bit her lip, heart pounding. Then, barely louder than a breath, she whispered,
"Tie...me..."
He blinked. "What?"
She swallowed hard. Then screamed it:
"TIE ME AND FUCK ME!!"
This time, he heard it.
Loud and clear.
—End of Chapter 225—
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Chapter 226: Chapter 226: Pure pain (R18)
Chapter 226 — Pure pain (R18)
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WARNING: Don't read if you are not fan of bdsm and things like that.
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Noah was stunned.
Not because of the words themselves, but because of who said them.
Justicia.
The Goddess of Light and Justice.
The Celestial.
Who the fuck would've thought Justicia was into BDSM?
But that unexpected discovery made something inside him snap — no, flare. A raw, twisted urge shot up inside him. An itch to do the most obscene, depraved things he could think of, things even he hadn't dared with his wives.
His dick got rock-hard instantly — so hard it looked inhuman, the veins pulsing like coiling serpents about to slither out of his skin.
He stepped closer, slow and heavy, until his lips were just an inch from hers. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on.
Justicia couldn't even concentrate anymore. Her eyes were stuck on his lips like they were the only thing that existed in the whole world. Soft. Beautiful. Inviting. But what she really wanted—
'How would it feel if he ate my pussy?'
That question screamed through her head so loudly, she almost moaned from just thinking about it.
She was just a breath away from begging him to put his mouth on her dripping pussy when—
"Do you wish me to tie you?" Noah asked, voice calm and dangerous.
"Yes." Her response was instant. No pause.
Noah smirked.
"Then you better be ready to feel a lot of things… even the painful ones."
"That's all I want," Justicia replied, her voice sharp, her eyes burning. "Take me. Do whatever you want with my body. Break me even if you want."
She meant it. Every filthy word.
She was here to be used. To be destroyed. To be utterly fucked until the only thing she could remember was the shape of Noah's cock and the sound of his voice breaking her apart.
"I'm all yours," she said.
And then she kissed him.
Not gently. Not with sweetness.
It was messy, hot, and loud — a kiss born out of lust, not love. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs locked around his waist like a prisoner clutching her captor. Her pussy, dripping wet and hot like a fever, pressed directly onto Noah's cock still hidden behind fabric, and she let out a guttural moan into his mouth.
His dick was burning. Heavy. Thick. She could feel it clearly. It made her pussy clench hard — she was so fucking ready to be ruined by it.
After a few seconds, they finally pulled away.
Noah looked at her — no words, just heat. "You ready?"
He didn't wait.
His bed vanished.
In its place, a simple wooden table appeared — dark, smooth, and the perfect size for what he had in mind.
And Justicia was already on it.
Her arms stretched wide and shackled down. Same with her legs — spread open so wide she couldn't even move an inch. She was completely helpless, naked, fully exposed.
And the chains?
She couldn't break them.
She couldn't do nothing about them.
But instead of panic her pussy gushed.
The moment the realization hit — that she was chained, vulnerable, unable to run — her body betrayed her. Wetness poured out of her like her pussy had been waiting for this all her life. The wooden table beneath her thighs got wet almost instantly.
Soaked.
"Ahhh…" she moaned sharp, breathy, delirious.
Noah chuckled darkly. She was a perfect little masochist. A pretty toy just waiting to be broken in every possible way.
And if that's what she liked — if pain and humiliation got her pussy flooding like this…
Then so be it.
He took a slow step forward. Justicia's eyes twitched.
"What… what are you going to do to me?" she asked, voice trembling from anticipation, not fear.
Noah grinned.
"Let's cover that mouth first."
He was about to summon something simple — maybe a magic gag or something similar — when Justicia's voice snapped through the air again
"Please… please use your underwear… choke me with it."
Noah froze.
For a second, he didn't move. Hell he even forgot to breathe.
He looked at her properly — chained, naked, eyes glazed with pure lust, lips red and swollen, begging to be choked with the very thing he'd worn between his thighs.
That's when he realized…
He was still being too soft.
Too tame.
Justicia didn't want light domination. She didn't want teasing.
She wanted degeneracy. Filth. She wanted to be violated, degraded, dragged to the edge of consciousness and back, treated like a whore so disgusting even the gods would look away.
She wanted him to lose control.
To go places not even his wives had seen.
He smirked.
"As you want."
He snapped his fingers.
His black underwear appeared in his hand — still soaked with the scent of his cock, still humid from wearing it.
And without a word, he shoved it into her mouth — stuffed it in deep until her gag reflex kicked in and she could barely make a sound. Then he tied the rest around her head, pulling it tight enough that her throat bulged around the fabric.
Her eyes rolled back as the scent assulted her. Her hips jerked violently. A fresh wave of arousal gushed out from her pussy and trickled down the side of the table.
Noah snapped his fingers.
A dozen objects appeared in a flash — a whip, leather cuffs, sharp ice, nipple clamps, glass dildos, metal plugs, vibrating eggs, a thick black collar, and several other things designed to destroy sanity.
He took a thick, curved dildo and — without warning — shoved it deep inside Justicia's soaked pussy.
"MMHHHHHH!!"
A wild, muffled cry burst from her throat as her back arched high.
She tried to scream. Tried to move. But nothing.
She couldn't even twitch her arms. She was blindfolded, silenced, restrained.
She couldn't move, she couldn't speak, she couldn't see… she could only feel.
And then came more.
Before she could even process the dildo, Noah took a sharp piece of ice, pushed it deep into her pussy, and shoved the dildo further in — locking the ice in place inside her.
Her body jolted violently. The sudden cold ripped a strangled moan from deep inside her lungs.
Then he placed ice directly on her nipples.
She went mad.
Her entire body screamed.
Her nerves short-circuited.
Every inch of her was overwhelmed — heat and cold, stretch and sting.
More muffled screams echoed. Her head thrashed. Her pussy leaked more and more, now coating her thighs, the table, even dripping to the floor.
Noah stared at her. This broken, desperate thing beneath him.
She wanted this?
Then so be it.
He wasn't going to show mercy anymore.
Her pussy was filled. Her mouth was gagged.
Only her ass was untouched.
And Noah wasn't about to leave it that way.
He spread her cheeks, revealing her tight, untouched asshole.
Still a virgin.
Both pussy and ass actually.
He smiled, wicked and cruel, as he summoned a fat, hard dildo — at least five inches thick, brutal and unforgiving.
And he shoved it in.
All. The. Way.
Her body went stiff.
Her mouth let out a sound that was barely human — a deep, strangled, muffled scream that made the entire room vibrate.
It was pain.
Overwhelming, soul-splitting pain.
Her body trembled violently, spasming. Behind the blindfold, her eyes flew open in shock and pain, her tears spilling sideways.
If she wasn't a Mythic Rank being, she would've been bleeding from her ass by now.
But the most insane part?
The part that made Noah's cock twitch with sick delight?
Even after all that pain —
"MMMHHHHHH!!"
Justicia came.
Violently.
Her body convulsed, her pussy gushing in waves, soaking the entire table in cum.
Noah blinked.
"…Goodness me," he whispered.
He smiled.
"I really got myself a masochist."
—End of Chapter 226—
A/N:
I admit it. I did go a little bit crazy on this one.
My bad.
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC228: The Disciple of Noah
Chapter 228: Chapter 228: The Disciple of Noah
Chapter 228 – The Disciple of Noah
Meanwhile, while Noah was busy fucking Justicia senseless, his subordinates—scattered across the Shadow Realm—had finally finished their mission.
They had worked for three years. Three whole years away from their homes, their families, and their own world.
Three years of struggling to adapt, to blend, to become invisible among the shadows.
Three years of constant battles, of navigating the slippery, violent politics of entire domains.
Three years of relentless espionage and wearing masks—sometimes literally—among creatures that reeked of corruption and madness.
Three years spent living with the presence of an Original's breath constantly crawling down their spine like a silent noose.
All in all...
It had been three years of transformation.
Three years that had hardened each of them. Changed them. Matured them beyond their own expectations.
And now...
They could all feel it.
The time to return was near.
...
Mortis's Domain — Territory of Dusk
Inside the main castle dominating the entire territory, Eric—though no one here called him that anymore—sat within a lavish room that screamed absurd, decadent luxury.
And when I say luxurious... I mean, truly luxurious.
The bed, the floor, the ceiling, the walls—every surface was made from the skin of a Supreme-Rank Shadow King Beast.
The Elephantclaw of Depth.
A beast so powerful, so ancient, and so rare that barely anyone had seen it in person—let alone slain it. Yet here, its remains decorated a single man's room.
Duskworn's room.
And Duskworn himself? He sat there calmly on the bed, pale hand resting lightly over his chest, his mind adrift in thought like this had all become normal to him.
And maybe it had.
After all—it had been three years since he took up residence here. Three years since Aerica Dusk made him her Champion.
'I've really been lucky to be chosen by her,' Eric thought, eyes half-lidded in a mix of contentment and reflection.
He lay on the softest part of the bed, staring at the ceiling, remembering the day he was selected... and everything that followed.
Truthfully? It hadn't been bad.
In fact—it had been wonderful.
Since becoming her Champion, all he did was train, grow, and fight other Commanders' Champions. And he wasn't tossed into those battles blind. Aerica herself had trained him. Personally. Intensively.
She gave him everything he needed—and more. SSS-rank skills rained down on him like candy. Arcane secrets whispered like bedtime stories. Forbidden manuals placed in his hand without hesitation.
Three years ago, he was nothing more than a peak S-rank mortal.
Now?
Now Eric was a SSS rank being. Just a step away from a Supreme.
He smiled faintly as he raised one pale hand into the air.
He didn't channel mana. He didn't chant. He didn't even move a finger.
And yet—shadows bloomed.
A thick, rolling wave of darkness filled the room, as if responding to his very breath. They surged to his hand, wrapped around it, twisted into a vortex of motion... and then began to compress.
And in seconds, above his palm floated a flower.
A shadow-made flower.
Its petals were wide and soft-looking, trumpet-shaped, made of nothing but shadow—yet they glowed with a gentle, silvery-white hue. Elegant. Pure. Radiating a strange and haunting serenity.
The Duskflower.
A flower that had only ever bloomed in one place: Aerica's territory.
Because it had only existed for three years.
Because Eric had created it.
'I made it... for her,' he thought, lips curling with a quiet grin.
Why?
Because he'd picked up a few things after spending enough time under Noah's influence. Especially one of Noah's more... dangerous traits.
His flirty, shameless trait.
To survive in this world, to gather information, to gain power—Eric had used everything.
His charm.
His empathy.
His cocky smile.
And yes... his body, when necessary.
He seduced a Divine. A being far above mortals in every way. He didn't plan to—but it worked. And once it started working... he kept going.
After all, when Noah is your role model, you don't fear impossible conquests.
Eric still remembered asking Noah how he succeeded in seducing Sophie.
Noah had laughed and replied, "I made her a blue ice lotus and she fell for me like I was her prince riding a blue dragon."
He said it like a joke.
But it stuck with Eric.
That seed of inspiration bloomed into a literal flower.
Still, a flower wasn't enough.
So Eric leaned into the intimacy they shared during training. He became someone constant. Someone supportive. Someone close.
Because even goddesses get lonely.
Even a Divine like Aerica, for all her power, had no one to call a companion. No one to lean on.
Until him.
He was the first person she treated not as a subordinate... but as a partner.
It had been difficult. So damn difficult.
She was a Divine. He was just a mortal.
But maybe that was why it worked.
After all, there's something intoxicating about the forbidden.
A Divine falling for a mortal?
A Commander loving her own subordinate?
It wasn't explicitly forbidden, but it was certainly frowned upon.
And forbidden things... always tempt the most.
Especially if the mortal in question was relentless. Gentle. Charming. And... clever enough to know exactly how to be irreplaceable.
And so, eventually...
"My dear..." a soft, sultry voice murmured beside him.
Eric didn't even need to turn. But he did—just to see her beautiful face again.
Aerica.
She approached and lay down beside him on the massive bed, head resting against his chest as she stared at the Duskflower above his hand.
"You still haven't told me how you thought of that flower," she said with curiosity lacing her smile.
Eric chuckled softly. "I picked the idea up from a friend of mine."
Aerica blinked. That... was new.
He never spoke of his past. Or anyone from his life before her. She leaned closer, her finger tracing soft circles on his chest.
"You've never told me about any of your people. Tell me... what kind of friend is he?" she asked.
If anyone from Dusk Territory walked in now—they'd assume they were hallucinating.
A Divine—lying like a lover beside a mortal? Stroking him gently? Asking questions like an enamored girlfriend?
Unbelievable.
Eric paused, trying to find the words.
Noah was too many things. Unpredictable. Brilliant. Terrifying. Ridiculous.
He wasn't even sure there were proper words to describe him.
So in the end, Eric just spoke the first thing that came to his mind instinctively.
"He... is an abomination."
And at those words—
Aerica's eyes widened instantly.
She bolted upright, her body trembling slightly, her gaze fixed on Eric like a hawk locked onto prey.
"What did you just say?" she asked.
Her voice... was not soft anymore.
—End of Chapter 228—
A/N:
Don't be afraid...give all your power stones and golden tickets guys.
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC229: What Can Love Do
Chapter 229: Chapter 229: What Can Love Do
Chapter 229 – What Love Can Do
At Eric's words, Aerica couldn't help but react sharply—almost instinctively.
She didn't do it on purpose.
It just happened.
Because the word he said... the word abomination—wasn't a word you just casually mentioned.
It had been years since the confirmed birth of a new one. The third abomination's identity remained a mystery. And yet, her master—Lord Mortis—had ordered every Commander under his control to search, to observe, to find clues about the being that carried that title.
So when Eric said it, when he let that word slip without hesitation, something in Aerica's body flinched.
A wild thought surfaced—irrational, impossible, and utterly baseless.
But it clung to her like a parasite.
Could her lover... could he actually know the third abomination?
It made no sense. But that didn't matter.
So she asked again, sharper this time, voice strained with tension,
"What did you just say?"
Eric blinked at her, confused—genuinely confused.
"I said... he is an abs lover," Eric replied, tilting his head as if wondering whether she'd bumped her own.
"Why are you suddenly acting like this?" he asked.
The response threw Aerica completely off balance.
For a good two seconds, she didn't know whether to be furious or embarrassed. She thought he was mocking her—but as she stared at his innocent, genuinely puzzled expression, she couldn't help but feel maybe... just maybe... she misheard.
"You... you didn't say abomination?" she asked again, this time more calmly.
"Why would I say that?" Eric raised his brows. "Why would I call my friend an abomination? That's a vile word."
He paused, then added with a completely straight face, "I only said he's an abs lover. I mean, not for men. For women. Obviously."
Then he stopped talking.
He didn't laugh. He didn't smirk. He just stared at her.
"Why'd you act like that?" he asked again, this time seriously, those deep black eyes fixed on hers.
Aerica sighed softly and finally looked away.
She felt bad.
Because truly, she hadn't meant to act like that. It had been pure instinct—one born of ancient memories and deep-rooted fear. That word... that name carried weight.
To beings like her, to Commanders who served Originals directly, the word abomination wasn't just a title.
It was primordial.
It was like whispering to the origin of everything. Something so powerful, so uncontrollable, that even the Originals themselves tread carefully around such entities.
She sighed again, her body relaxing slightly as she leaned back into Eric's chest.
"I'm sorry, my dear," she murmured. "It's just... I thought you said a particular term."
"Abomination. Yeah, I noticed." Eric's voice was calm.
"What does that word mean to you, that it made you act like that?" he asked, more curious than suspicious.
Aerica didn't answer immediately. She hadn't expected him to be aware of what the word really meant.
And truthfully... Eric wasn't aware.
Because not many knew Noah's true status. Not even Eric, his own friend. Noah never hid it on purpose—he just didn't care to say it.
Because to him... that title wasn't something he felt worthy of yet. Not something he'd earned.
But Eric, over three years of living alone, hiding, adapting, learning to think like a manipulator—he had picked up survival instincts of his own.
He knew how to fake.
He knew how to shift a conversation with ease.
And more importantly—he knew how to fool people who loved him.
So when he noticed Aerica's reaction to the word...
He didn't flinch.
He didn't argue.
He flipped the meaning. Smoothly. Calmly. Believably.
'Tch. That was close,' he thought, watching her return to his chest, relieved.
He sighed internally.
'Even just talking about that guy almost got me in trouble. Fucking Noah. Even his name's a walking disaster.'
Aerica interrupted his thoughts.
"I don't think you're ready yet to hear about what they truly are," she said softly.
"But I'll tell you one thing..."
Her voice trailed into a whisper.
"They are beings with... obscene power and potential."
And with that, she fell silent again.
Eric didn't press further.
The room quieted, filled only with the gentle sound of her breath as she lay there. Relaxed. Trusting. Her head on his chest, her body wrapped around the only being in this realm who made her feel like a woman and not just a killing machine built to serve an Original's will.
Eric stared at the ceiling. His mind far away.
He had gained strength. He had gathered information.
But allies?
He had none.
Even Aerica—she wasn't truly his. Not yet.
She loved him, yes. But she didn't know why he had come here. Or who he had come for.
And so, before returning to Laeh, there was one thing he still wanted to test.
"Aerica..." he murmured.
"Yes, my dear?"
"How much do you love me?" he asked.
The question stunned her. It was sudden. Too sudden. So out of place that she had to look up at him, her eyes blinking in surprise.
Their faces were inches apart now.
She could feel his breath on her lips.
And in that moment, she knew he was serious.
"I love you more than you can imagine," she answered sincerely.
"More than you've ever loved anyone?"
"You are the first," she whispered.
Eric nodded slowly.
"And if one day... I betray you?" he asked softly.
"I will imprison you eternally inside my chambers," she replied with a disturbingly gentle smile.
"You will never see light of the day again. Well... whatever passes for day in this shadow shrouded realm."
Eric's lips twitched slightly at that.
Still—he preferred imprisonment over execution. Always look at the bright side.
"You love me more than this entire territory?"
"Yes. I do," she answered without hesitation. "If it were just me... I wouldn't even be here. Ruling over these people."
Warmth bloomed inside Eric's chest.
He reached out and began stroking her cheek with care—tenderly, slowly.
Aerica's eyes closed.
This. This was the reason she couldn't let him go. Couldn't let him leave. He had awakened something in her she didn't know she could feel.
Love.
He was her first.
And in her mind...her last.
But Eric's voice echoed again.
"Do you love me... more than your loyalty to Lord Mortis?" he asked.
That froze her.
Completely.
She looked at him. His gaze was still soft, but serious.
He wasn't joking.
And suddenly, she didn't know how to answer.
She wanted to say yes.
But... she couldn't throw away eons of loyalty like it was nothing. Even for him.
Conflicted, she looked down. She couldn't look him in the eye. Not right now.
Because she feared what she'd see there—disappointment. Pain.
But Eric?
He was satisfied.
This reaction was already more than he needed. It told him everything.
And just as he was about to speak—
'Little bastard. Time to come back and see daddy!'
A voice rang through his head—playful, cocky, arrogant.
Noah's voice.
It was time.
Time to return to Laeh.
And it was the perfect timing.
Eric quickly raised Aerica's chin, making her meet his gaze once more.
He smiled.
"I'll give you time to think about it," he whispered. "When we meet again... please tell me your answer."
And with those final words—he vanished.
Disappeared on the spot.
Aerica blinked in disbelief.
"D-Duskworn...?"
Her voice trembled.
She searched the room, eyes wide, dazed and uncertain.
But he was gone.
And for the first time in a long time...
Her heart cracked.
And the Duskflower above her... dimmed just slightly.
Because love... wasn't all sunshine and rainbows.
Love could be gentle, soothing. It could be something that saved you from the deepest pit of despair.
But love...
Could also destroy.
So now the question was—
What would love do to her?
—End of Chapter 229—
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