HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC230: Please, Let's Die.
Chapter 230: Chapter 230: Please, Let's Die.
Chapter 230 — Please, Let's Die.
At the same time Eric was discussing with Aerica, in another part of the shadow realm—more precisely in the domain of the youngest Original—
There too, the mother-daughter duo were getting ready to return.
Maybe.
...
Puppet's City — Brothel of the Damned
Inside one of the rooms usually occupied by prostitutes, Sari sat calmly in front of a mirror.
Her appearance hadn't changed. It was still the same long black hair, the same red eyes. It was like time itself had paused for her.
But nothing could be more wrong.
Because if you looked into her eyes, you would no longer see the usual cold indifference, the hollow gaze that told you she didn't give a damn about the world or the universe or anything in between.
Now?
Now you'd see fire.
Burning, raging fire.
A fury that wanted to erupt but had no outlet.
Hatred—deep, boundless, and suffocating—had taken its place.
And you'd wonder...
What happened to Sari in this brothel?
Well.
A good question.
But also... an obvious one.
Sari, even Ester, had underestimated the power of the shadows.
They were good at hiding—too good. But in this realm, there were always those special beings. The kind who could spot you no matter what. The kind whose presence distorted everything around them.
And Sari had crossed one.
A being like that had found her.
And it became the worst day of her life.
Just remembering it made her body tremble in rage.
In the mirror, the woman staring back had no softness left—only red eyes full of murder, twisted features warped by the desire to kill.
"I'll kill her. I'll kill her. I'll kill her. I'll kill her..."
Again and again she whispered it, like a broken mantra—something to hold her together, something to remind her of who she was. Or who she wanted to be.
She wanted to kill her so badly...
But she was weak.
She was nothing compared to that bitch—so weak that she could kill her with one hand.
The only reason she was alive was because she found her... pleasing. Pleasing enough to let her live.
She shuddered again.
Not just in anger. Not just in hatred. Not just in pain.
But in regret.
Regret for ever being content with where she was.
Regret for thinking she didn't need to chase power, that just being at her master's side was enough.
Regret for ever thinking it was enough.
Enough. What a cursed, dangerous word.
The moment you start believing you've done enough—in battle, in growth, in love, in ambition—that's the exact moment you start dying.
Because it's never enough.
Not for people like her.
Not in a universe like this.
And the second you start to think otherwise, you become complacent. You become stagnant. You become... comfortable.
And comfort?
Comfort is the killer of progress.
That's what happened to Sari.
And now, here she was. An SS-rank woman dreaming about killing a Mythic-rank monster.
The one who raped her.
The one who violated her soul, her power, her will, her pride.
And no matter how insane it sounded, she was determined to end her—even if it meant sacrificing her life.
Now you might ask: why didn't she just die and return to Laeh?
After all, she still had the talent Noah gave her that protected her soul. She could have returned to him, grown stronger, even become an Elysiari. Then, with Noah's help, come back and exact revenge.
But here was the real question:
Why would she do that?
She knew Noah would help her. She knew he would burn the entire Shadow Realm if she asked him to.
But she didn't want that.
She didn't want his help.
She didn't want anyone's help.
Was it foolish?
Yes. She knew that.
But did it matter?
No.
Not even a little.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
Her thoughts were broken by the sound at the door.
She turned—and saw an old, wrinkled lady standing there with a disgustingly pleasant smile on her face.
"My dear child," the woman said sweetly. "Your request has been accepted. Lady Bari will see you."
Sari didn't answer.
She stood up slowly.
She took one last look in the mirror. There was no hatred in her reflection anymore. Only calm, blank indifference.
She slipped into a red, sensual dress that clung to her body like it had been painted on—sexy, elegant, seductive.
Truly, she was beautiful.
"I understand now why Lady Bari couldn't stop herself from..." the old lady started to say.
She didn't need to finish.
Sari already knew what she meant.
But she said nothing.
She walked past her without a word.
"Room?" she asked.
"The same room as last time," the old woman replied, that twisted smile still glued to her face.
Sari's body twitched ever so slightly.
But she nodded—and walked straight toward that room.
The same room.
The one where that... being had violated her.
There was a twisted satisfaction for that being to meet her there again.
But this time...
This time it would be different.
Sari smiled.
It was a murderous smile.
"It's time to go home," she whispered.
...
KNOCK. KNOCK.
"You don't have to knock, my love," a sultry voice called from behind the door.
Sari took a deep breath and stepped inside.
The room was exactly what you'd expect from a brothel.
Black and pink walls. Erotic paintings on every side—men, women, creatures, all of them fucking. Some grotesque, others strangely artistic.
No taboos.
This was where powerful beings came to indulge every kink, every hidden desire.
And in the center of it all—
A woman with pale skin, white hair, and glowing green eyes. Her body was pure sin. Her curves, her skin, her gaze—everything designed to destroy a man's self-control.
Except...
She didn't like men.
She was one of those who loved women.
Twisted woman who found pleasure in breaking others—turning them, forcing them to abandon their love for men and worship her instead.
She smirked at Sari.
"Tell me, my love," she purred. "Did you finally fall in love with the tension between two women?"
"Is that why you called me?"
She walked toward her slowly, her hips swaying seductively until they were only an inch apart.
"Did you miss me? My tongue? My pussy?" she whispered, voice dripping with lust.
"Come on... let me hear it."
The more she spoke, the deeper Sari's hatred grew. Disgust. Contempt. Rage.
Sari raised her eyes slowly, locking them with that filthy green gaze.
She smiled.
"Yes. I loved it." Her voice was soft. Deceptive.
"That's why I'm here... Lady Bari."
She stepped forward—hugged her.
Bari's eyes widened.
She flushed red, breath catching as she grabbed Sari tightly, overwhelmed with desire. She sniffed her scent, giving a sigh of pleasure.
"I'll fuck you so hard tonight. Better than any man ever could," she whispered.
She didn't realize her thoughts were slowing down when she sniffed Sari's scent.
She didn't realize her shadow mana was being neutralized.
Not until—
Sari whispered.
"Yes... Let's—"
Then, her voice turned cold.
Colder than death.
"...Let's die."
She hugged her tighter—tight enough that from a distance, they looked like lovers.
And then—
"Soul Explosion."
Sari detonated her soul.
And all hell broke loose.
—End of Chapter 230—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC231: The One Forgotten By The Author
Chapter 231: Chapter 231: The One Forgotten By The Author
Chapter 231 – Forgotten by Reality
The explosion that erupted after Sari detonated her soul was maddening. In a single instant, the entire Brothel of the Damned was razed to the ground.
Everything was destroyed.
Every being below SSS rank inside that place was vaporized instantly.
Only a few select SSS ranks and above managed to survive.
But unfortunately—or maybe fortunately—Bari wasn't among them.
Even with her Mythic rank, she died or more precisely she was about to. Because Sari had prepared. She had prepared well.
The Shadow Realm was vast. Dangerously vast. It was chaotic, twisted, and filled with all kinds of creatures and treasures. And in a world like this, finding a potion capable of neutralizing shadow mana for a short time wasn't difficult if you were determined.
And Sari had been determined.
She hadn't even tried to obtain the full potion, she just wanted a key component of it. And after that she used her own ingenuity, her hatred, her obsession, and turned that piece into a subtle scent, nearly undetectable by anyone. Then she wore it.
Yes, it also suppressed her own shadow mana. But that didn't matter.
She wasn't going to use shadow mana anyway.
She was going to explode her soul. Literally. Without hesitation. Without remorse.
And this act of her...surprised greatly Bari.
It had been so sudden, so out of place, that Bari had been caught completely off-guard. She didn't die instantly, but she was already teetering on the edge. Just one more step and she was done.
Sari too hadn't died immediately—thanks to the talent Noah had given her. One that instinctively protected her soul. But it wouldn't be enough for long.
Still, before she vanished from existence, there was something she needed to do.
She had to make sure Bari died first.
Even if it was out of spite.
Especially because it was out of spite.
Sari took a step forward—slow, heavy, painful. Her body was obliterated. No flesh remained. Only bones... cracking, disintegrating. Her chest was torn open, her barely beating heart clearly visible.
The pain she was feeling was so much that she was numb to it.
Her face was gone. Disfigured beyond recognition. Right now, she didn't look like a woman. She looked like a vengeful demoness from the deepest pit of hell.
She stumbled. Fell forward and landed on Bari—who was still barely clinging to life, her mind short-circuited from the shock.
"W...why?" Bari managed to ask, her mouth half-destroyed.
She didn't understand. Didn't get what she'd done to deserve this.
To her, taking women...forcing herself on them...wasn't rape. It was liberation.
Liberation from men.
Because men were trash, she'd always said. Women belonged with women.
It was a twisted thought.
Maybe that's a belief. Maybe that's a preference.
And fair enough.
But why force it?
Why force yourself on someone?
Why impose your pain, your disgust, your vision onto others?
Why?
And that same question—Sari asked it too.
"Why...?" she whispered, echoing Bari's own confusion.
Two people. Both confused. Both unable to understand the other.
But it was far too late for understanding now.
Sari summoned the last ounce of strength she had left and reached forward—toward Bari's still-beating heart.
She didn't have the strength to crush it.
So instead...
She tore the already fragile heart free.
And ate it.
Yes.
Sari ate the divine heart of the Mythic rank being who violated her.
And by doing that...
She killed her.
Fully. Finally.
At once, a rush of contentment—of pure, unfiltered freedom—washed over her.
And in that moment, her soul, barely held together by Noah's gift, began to crack. To unravel.
She was about to die.
And for good as no one can revive something that didn't even left behind a soul.
But—
The ones who bore witness to everything under Heaven and Earth... are never late.
They are always on time.
A profound, thunderous chime rang out in her mind, and time itself stopped.
The Records spoke.
{Sari. As a SS rank being, you have slain a Mythic rank.}
{You did it with courage. With rage. With resolve. With pure, naked hatred.}
{You didn't just kill her. You devoured her divine heart.}
{A feat so rare... it echoes across time.}
{You...you are worthy.}
{Title Obtained: The One Forgotten by Reality.}
{Your talent has evolved due to your title: Forgotten (EX – Unique).
{You have obtained a new Physique: Shadow of Oublie.}
{You have absorbed the power of Bari Lame, the Shadow of Vision.}
{You have obtained the talent: Heavenly Shadow's Eyes ( Ex - Unique).}
{Your soul has ascended.}
{Your name is etched in the Records. We acknowledge you.}
{Choose your Domain. Choose your Authority. And step into the Supreme.}
A pause.
Then one final message:
{Congratulations, Sari. Mother-in-law of the Records' Favorite.}
And with that—
The Record fell silent.
But time had not resumed.
Her body, or what was left of it, disintegrated into dust. Her soul, now weightless shadowy dust, gathered slowly into one place.
Then began the rebirth.
Flesh, blood, bone, muscle—created anew.
A body formed, floating midair. Elegant, tall, divine. It resembled her old self, but with a single crucial difference:
Her hair and eyes.
They were longer black and red.
They were now transparent.
A shifting veil between existence and nonexistence
A soul that could not be seen. A presence forgotten by the very fabric of reality itself.
She had become invisible.
Unless she willed to be seen... she couldn't be found.
Not by any living being.
Not by any eye beneath the heavens.
Except... those who were truly far beyond her.
She was now something else.
The perfect spy.
A force birthed in pain. Shaped by hatred. And molded by vengeance.
The transformation ended. A new Sari stood silently in the ruins of the brothel.
And before she could even breathe—
'Dear mother-in-law, time to see your handsome son-in-law.'
A voice echoed in her mind.
She smiled.
A beautiful, terrifying smile.
"...It's indeed time."
Time to go back home.
And so...
She vanished.
Returning to Laeh.
—End of Chapter 231—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC232: Obscenity
Chapter 232: Chapter 232: Obscenity
Chapter 232 – Obscenity
Sari finally disappeared, leaving behind a broken land. A land shattered by her vengeance, her hatred, her spite.
She had come to this place to gather information, nothing more... but instead, she got an experience that could have broken her. That could have turned her into a trembling, traumatized woman, afraid to ever step into the dark again.
But she didn't let that happen.
She didn't allow pity. Didn't allow excuses. She simply accepted her mistake—her foolishness of once being content with her level and power—and decided to end the life of the one who did all that to her.
And in the end... what did she get?
Ascension.
She obtained a power so unique, so obscure and singular, that given enough time...
Sari might become something the entire universe will fear.
Because she cannot be seen.
And tell me...
How do you act against a being you cannot even perceive?
You don't. You simply can't.
That's the nature of this universe. There are two paths. The path of mana, where you grind endlessly, evolve step by step, crawl through the dirt and rise little by little...
And then there's the path of achievement.
The path of madness. Do the impossible. Defy the rules. Stab reality in the eye—and get rewarded.
And the more insane your feats? The more absurd your rewards.
It's a dangerous path. One that doesn't promise safety.
But it promises glory. If you survive, that is.
At the end of that road... you'll become something monstrous. Something obscene.
But you know what's more obscene?
It's the fact that Noah...
Can take everything Sari just earned and share it with himself.
Her talents. Her physique. Her title.
All of it.
And not just copy it... but own a version ten thousands of times stronger.
So imagine.
Imagine for just one second what Noah could become if he claimed all those gifts.
But not as they are.
No.
At ten thousand times their quality.
Truly... I do not dare to even think about it.
But one thing is certain...
Abomination?
Fuck that.
He'll become something entirely beyond that. Something this universe has never seen. Something not even the Records would know how to define.
Something... for which no word has yet been invented.
And...
This?
This is only the beginning.
...
Let's rewind for a moment.
Just as Sari was about to meet Bari and explode her soul into holy hellfire, not far from her... her daughter was undergoing a unique experience of her own.
Ester had chosen—or perhaps been forced—to go to the casino district. To blend in with the scum. To breathe among the lowborn, the criminals, the addicts, the degenerates... all to gather information.
You'd think it was simple. That it was just a quick recon mission.
It wasn't.
Between the daily fights inside the casino due to debts, the thieves crawling through the walls to rob the vault, the illegal drugs circulating freely, the bastards who tried to force themselves on workers every single night...
She had to survive all of that while only being SS rank in a realm where SS ranked beings were barely worth acknowledging.
But still... she succeeded.
Barely, painfully, but still, she did.
She dodged the hungry eyes of would-be rapists. She escaped brawls that escalated into full-blown battles between SSS rank beings. She resisted drugs designed to enslave your mind after a single whiff.
And in the middle of all that chaos, she gathered what she came for—information. Details. Whispers.
At least... that's what she believed.
Until now.
...
In a space of pure shadows but gulled with strange shadows, reflective like obsidian mirrors. Ester stood, her back drenched in sweat. Her whole body shaking in dread as she faced the being before her.
A small girl. Cute, almost doll-like. Smiling at Ester with the same gleeful curiosity a cat has after cornering a mouse.
It might've looked adorable to anyone else.
To Ester?
It was terrifying.
"How curious..." Sylphira tilted her head, still smiling that twisted little smile.
"How very curious... to think someone like you was walking in the heart of my domain... and I only now realize it?" she mused, her tone playful, her eyes gleaming with predatory interest.
And Sylphira had every reason to be curious.
Because let's not forget—
Ester was not born a shadow.
She had been human. A simple human. And only because of a unique title granted by the Records, she was slowly being transformed.
Transformed, yes.
Not yet fully converted.
She was currently 85% shadow, 15% human.
Just enough for the others in this territory to ignore the difference.
But not Sylphira.
She had noticed.
She hadn't caught Sari because Sari had used a special item given by Shadeva. Something that masked her entirely, making her presence register as a full shadow.
But Ester?
She didn't think she needed it.
She thought she was already a shadow.
She thought... she was Noah's shadow.
And that decision...
It came back to bite her.
"Tell me," Sylphira asked sweetly, "where do you come from?"
Ester gathered her trembling courage, trying to compose herself.
"I-I'm from the wilderness," she stammered.
She wanted to sound confident but fear laced every syllable.
Sylphira laughed.
"Little one, we're in the Shadow Realm. Nothing but shadows are born here. And you... you still reek of humanity." Her eyes narrowed, gleaming like scalpels. "So, what world did you crawl out of?"
But Ester barely even heard her.
Because what truly pierced her... was that look.
That look Sylphira was giving her.
Like a failed experiment. A half-baked puppet.
Like... a rat.
An original was looking at her like she was less than dirt.
After all...she was a Elysiari of Shadow, but her concept of shadow was not pure. It was flawed. And that much was evident in the eyes of an Original.
And that's when something inside Ester cracked.
She remembered.
Noah wanted her to become like Shadeva.
And Shadeva was a woman so terrifying, so destructive, that three Originals had to work together just to seal her.
And here she was...
Trembling?
Stammering?
No.
No.
She took a breath. Her back straightened. Her hands stopped shaking. Her eyes sharpened. The fear didn't vanish—but now it was masked. Controlled.
She couldn't accept disappointing Noah.
She couldn't accept not being worthy of what he wanted her to become.
It was time.
Time to find out if she was ready.
If she was worthy.
And so, she raised her chin, stared into Sylphira's eyes, and said—
"I am Silentshade."
End of Chapter 232
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC233: The Shadeless One
Chapter 233: Chapter 233: The Shadeless One
Chapter 233 – The Shadeless One
"I am Silentshade," Ester said, in the most composed voice she could muster in that moment.
To Sylphira, seeing such a being act tough and confident was nothing short of amusing.
After all, she could take control of Ester's mind with a flick of her will, peel every memory from her brain, and use her as a puppet for all eternity if she wanted to. And that was no exaggeration—her will was powerful and that even among the Originals. Between Mortis, Ebony, and herself, Sylphira had the strongest will of all.
But she had chosen otherwise.
After spending five entire days being burned inside the flames of hell to improve her will, she had finally decided to take a time for herself and so wanted nothing more than to relax, to breathe a little, to unwind her mind with something entertaining. And Ester... was entertaining.
So she decided to indulge this uncultured creature just a little more.
"Silentshade... is that your name, or a nickname you picked up while sneaking into an unknown territory?" Sylphira asked, her mischievous expression never once leaving her face.
Ester was caught off guard for just a second as she hadn't expected that kind of question but she steadied herself immediately.
"It's my name," she replied simply, not wanting to say anything more.
But deep inside, she knew it was pointless to keep acting. Her foreign identity was already exposed. There was no mask left. No more pretending.
So... maybe now was the time.
She had a chance.
A chance to ask an Original how to be like them. Not just powerful but special. Singular. Unfathomable.
She had once asked Shadeva the same question—how to become as strong and special as her—but Shadeva's answer had been vague, unsatisfying.
"I don't know, actually. I was born like this," Shadeva had said with a frown, before adding half-heartedly, "but maybe... maybe be closer to the shadows?"
Even she hadn't seemed sure.
Just like a genius struggles to explain what came naturally... to someone who's naturally slow.
But now, face-to-face with another Original, Ester wasn't going to waste her opportunity.
She took a deep breath. Exhaled. Calmed herself. Then asked,
"How... how can I reach your level of power?" she said, her tone quiet but serious.
Sylphira tilted her head, clearly intrigued.
"Just keep evolving. Keep achieving. Keep gathering feats. And eventually, you'll get here," she said casually, as if it were no more complicated than climbing a flight of stairs.
But Ester knew it wasn't that easy.
And that wasn't even what she meant.
"No... I mean, how can I become as special as you. Like you—the Originals," she asked again, more precisely this time, the question shaped with more clarity.
And this time, Sylphira's response came with a small, widening smile.
A smile that said she'd heard this question before.
Indeed, many among her subordinates had asked the same thing.
And like a good teacher—like a good master—she always gave the same answer:
"Be shadow," she said simply.
And that smile on her face grew just a little wider when she saw the confusion flicker across Ester's face.
But only for a second.
Because Ester was already thinking, fast and hard.
'Be shadow... what the hell does that mean?'
If she takes it literally...
The question she would herself would be...what are shadows?
They are formless.
That's the first thing that came to her mind the moment she asked herself that question.
And that's when realization struck her mind—when the word formless echoed inside her thoughts—Ester froze.
She immediately thought of Yuki. Yuki, who had made her sword formless. Who had forged it into something that could become anything—take on any shape depending on the enemy, depending on the battlefield.
Yuki, whose combat ability was off the charts, even among Noah's most terrifying women.
And as she thought of her, clarity began to bloom.
Ester had once chosen the path of a spy. A being who would fade so deeply into the world that even the universe itself wouldn't notice her. Someone invisible. Unreachable. Untouchable. Someone...shrouded.
But she had abandoned that path.
Because there was someone else far more suited for it.
Her mother.
Sari's presence was naturally low. So subtle it was like a breeze that left no scent. That made her perfect for it. If she leaned into that gift... she could vanish entirely.
But Ester?
Ester had always just been... shadow.
Not special. Not unique. Nothing particularly rare about her.
Everything she had was either given to her by Noah—or earned because of him.
But if there was one thing that had been hers, even before Noah—
It was her affinity for shadow.
Her love for shadow.
And among all the traits of shadow... the one that resonated the most with her was formlessness.
And just like that—her mind cleared. Her heart stilled. The pieces began to align.
She looked again at Sylphira—and found herself struck by her beauty.
Not her outer beauty.
Her essence. Her internal shape—or lack of it.
She couldn't see much, but the little she did... combined with what she had learned under Yuki... was enough.
Enough to reveal a path.
Sylphira, observing her closely, raised an eyebrow as she noticed how Ester's eyes had gone blank—but behind that blankness, the intensity had doubled.
'Enlightenment?' she wondered. 'Did she really... just now, from my words alone?'
Her curiosity bloomed. Mischief and excitement swelled within her.
And so, she did something she normally wouldn't.
She lowered her inner barrier, just slightly—enough for Ester to glimpse the structure of an Original's body.
She just... wanted to see.
To see if someone like her could be made, not born.
The Shadow Realm needed power. It needed weapons for the chaos beyond.
And maybe... maybe Ester could become one of them.
The moment the barrier lifted and Ester saw the truth—
Something clicked.
Formless shadow.
For one who is already becoming shadow...
You don't just hide inside shadow anymore.
You are the formlessness.
You become the absence of structure, of predictability, of shape.
You become something that cannot be seen, understood, read, or even defined.
You are not bound to a body.
You are not bound to a name.
You become—
"...Formless," Ester whispered, and everything snapped together.
Her eyes widened. A strange light filled them.
"Oh... I see..."
She started speaking, but her voice trembled—not in fear, but in awe.
As if words weren't enough to describe what she had just understood.
"I... am..."
"...Silentshade..."
"...The Shadeless."
CLICK.
Something unlocked.
But she wasn't done.
"...The Undefined."
CLICK.
"...The Void."
CLICK.
"...The Unshape."
CLICK.
"...The... The Perfect Unpattern."
And then—
CLICK—!!!!!!
Everything fell into place.
Everything.
And as always, the voice came.
The one that watches from above.
The one who laughs at fate and records every madness born from the Vaelgrims.
{Truly...}
{What a monstrous family you are, O Vaelgrims.}
—End of Chapter 233—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC234: Mother of Liberation
Chapter 234: Chapter 234: Mother of Liberation
Chapter 234 – Mother of Liberation
{What a ridiculous family you are becoming, O Vaelgrims.}
The Records said, filled with amazement at the ever-growing monstrosity that was the Vaelgrim family.
They had just finished rewarding one member of that family—blessing her with talents and a physique that could place her among the very top in the universe.
And now... another one of the same bloodline had managed to comprehend a fundamental aspect of shadow?
If you think it's easy, think again.
Because Ester needed an Original—someone born from the very substance of shadow itself—to open up and let her see what she was, to let her feel that existence, in order for her to finally understand.
And even then... it was only possible because Ester reached a state of enlightenment. A pure, raw state born not from study or logic, but from a sudden and total insight into the path she had chosen. Completion met with realization.
It was not easy.
But Ester had all the tools. It felt like Fate itself wanted her to succeed.
And so...
She did.
And when she did, the Records had no choice but to respond.
No choice but to reward.
{Ester Vaelgrim, you have succeeded in achieving a profound enlightenment on the Formless aspect of Shadow.}
{You are becoming a being of absolute no shape. You are becoming the very definition of the Undefined.}
{Your talent is starting to evolve.}
{Your physique is beginning to change.}
{Your standing in the universe... is evolving.}
{You are now without flaw in your Elysiari's shadow bloodline.}
{You are on the path to becoming an Original with Formlessness as its core.}
{Your current understanding of Absolute Formless is: 50%.}
{And...that's your limit.}
{To go further... find the Origin of Shadow and integrate with it. Only then can you fully evolve into what you are meant to be.}
The Records paused.
Then continued,
{You have obtained a new Title.}
{Title: Budding Original of Shapelessness.}
{Congratulations, Ester Vaelgrim — Wife of The Records' Favorite.}
And then it ended.
Leaving Ester standing alone.
But not quite the same.
Her aura had shifted. It wasn't on par with Sylphira—not yet, not in raw power or status—but there was now... a resonance. A vibration that whispered of similarity.
And Sylphira noticed it immediately.
Just as she was about to speak, her expression shifted—her head turned sharply toward a certain section of her city.
Her eyes narrowed.
She was looking toward the Brothel of the Damned.
That single moment of distraction was all Ester needed.
And then—
'My dear Shadow, time to come back and see your Loving Husband.'
Noah's voice rang inside her head like the chime of fate, and a smile immediately bloomed across her face.
And just like that, she began to disappear.
Sylphira turned her head back just in time to see her vanishing.
She had barely a moment to react and it was already too late.
But Ester left behind something some words,
"Thank you for your help. I'll make sure we go easy on you."
Her voice echoed—strange and warped.
It wasn't the voice of a human anymore. It wasn't the voice of a single being, either. It sounded like multiple entities... or like none at all.
Something in between.
Something undefined.
Sylphira stared at the empty space, her mouth curling into a laugh.
"...Interesting."
She didn't even process the words Ester had said. Only how her voice sounded.
And that alone confirmed it.
"She did it," Sylphira muttered.
"She has no flaw left."
And that made Sylphira... eager. Eager to meet her again. And she knew—without doubt—that she would.
"Go easy on me, huh?"
She laughed—deep, childlike, excited.
"Hahahahah..."
And then she vanished, heading toward the destroyed brothel.
...
Three of the Shadows had returned.
But one remained.
The Daughter of Shadow... or the Mother of Shadows, depending on your perspective.
Shadeva.
Unlike the others, who struggled in their own way inside the Shadow Realm for one reason or another, Shadeva faced no difficulties.
Not even once.
From the moment she entered the City of Order, everything moved precisely as she had intended.
Was that surprising?
Not at all.
She was Ebony's big sister.
She knew Ebony like the back of her hand—especially since Ebony was the kind of being who never changed.
She remained constant. She clung to order as if her entire existence depended on it.
She believed in one thing above all:
Consistency.
And truth be told... Shadeva didn't disagree.
If you want to go far in life, you have to be consistent in your actions, in your mindset, in your pursuit of growth.
But—like all things in life—there's a limit.
And Ebony had never learned that limit.
She applied the concept of consistency to everything—even to her own thoughts, her attitude, her beliefs.
And what a disaster that was.
Because even if her power evolved... her self did not.
And what is life without evolution? Without change? Without adaptation?
It is stagnation.
And Shadeva used that. She exploited the fact that Ebony had stayed exactly the same. That she refused to accept change, and hated it when it appeared in her domain.
And so she acted subtly.
You may not know this...
But Shadeva's leadership skills are lethal.
She knows how to talk. How to gather. How to inspire.
And with those skills, she slowly but surely began drawing people to her inside the City of Order.
It started with the waitress who gave her tea.
Then with her help, she slowly brought the others—customers, passersby, workers—under her sway.
That coffee shop became her base.
But she didn't stop there.
Days passed. Weeks. Months. Even years.
And one by one, the city became hers.
It wasn't hard to convince the people—they had been living dull, joyless lives without any spark of entertainment or color.
Shadeva just took all the little distractions Noah used to ramble about—books, movies, games—and told them the same stories.
And as she watched their eyes light up with wonder... as they imagined living a second life inside books, or watching "movies," or playing those endless games...
Shadeva herself became interested.
And she promised herself to tell Noah—the Creator—to make it happen.
Because she didn't want to disappoint.
And now... years later, the entire city was hers.
From the lowliest citizen to the highest official.
Even the Watchers of Order—the ones closest to Ebony herself—was already within her grasp.
And Ebony knew nothing about all this.
Not even for a second did she suspect it.
Because in her mind, it was impossible. Illogical. Unthinkable.
That someone could outplay her in her own city?
No way.
And now, Shadeva sat calmly inside her favorite coffee shop—Breeze of Order—sipping tea with grace.
She looked around.
People were just living their lives.
But with a single word, a single whisper from her lips, they would all kneel.
That... was the influence she held.
She smiled, demurely.
Then—
'My dear Original, time to come back and see your lovely master.'
Noah's voice rang inside her head.
And with a soft smile, she whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear:
"Wait for me... I'm coming back soon."
Then she disappeared.
No one reacted.
No one moved.
They kept talking, drinking, laughing, as if nothing had happened.
But inside every mind in that shop...
'Understood, O Mother of Liberation.'
What a good mommy she was.
—End of Chapter 234—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC235: Daddy Will Take Care Of It All
Chapter 235: Chapter 235: Daddy Will Take Care Of It All
Chapter 235 – Daddy Will Take Care Of It All
Each of the shadows sent by Noah was now back in Laeh.
Each of them had lived this experience differently, endured their own struggles, and somehow found a way to come out of it all—alive, yes, but more than that... stronger.
Eric, in these three years, had learned more than he had in all his recent years combined. His shadow control now was off the charts—so much so that he didn't even need to actively manipulate the shadows anymore, just the intention alone was enough.
But strength wasn't all he had gained. He had gained wit, the ability to observe, to think ahead, to react quickly when the unexpected came crashing through.
And most importantly—he had learned how to seduce.
In short, he had learned how to survive.
And now, he had returned to Laeh as a SSS rank, leaving behind a goddess crying for him in her bedchamber.
Truly, at this point, he could almost claim to be Noah's disciple.
And then came Sari.
There wasn't much more to say about her, really—we had all witnessed her path. We had seen her unwavering determination to kill the one who raped her, and we had watched what she obtained by the end of it.
The power to become invisible—even to reality itself.
What a cheat that was.
But to obtain it... the process was hellish. It was a path paved with hatred, spite, anger, desperation, and pain.
She was a woman who had barely tasted any of those emotions before. But in those three years, she lived by them—breathed them.
And now?
Sari wasn't the woman they once knew.
She was something else entirely. In terms of power, yes—but also in terms of character.
Gone was the silent, forgettable background extra who barely had screen time.
Now... she would impose herself. Because she was ready.
She had learned that the moment you said "enough," you were done. So she would never say "enough." She would chase everything she desired, shamelessly, ruthlessly.
Not like there was any shame left in this family anyway.
Then came her daughter—Ester.
Ester, by all accounts, had been among the most ordinary women in Noah's harem. She had nothing particularly special about her, aside from a rare talent for shadow.
And she knew it.
She never felt inadequate about it—Noah had always been there to comfort her whenever strange thoughts crept in. But that didn't mean she didn't want to grow. To evolve. To go beyond.
And that's exactly what she did.
Shadeless.
No form. No shape. Not even a fixed name.
If she succeeded in finding the origin of Shadow, then she would become the combination of Elysari of Shadow... and an Original of Shapelessness.
And when that happens—what kind of being would she become?
No one knew. Not even her.
But one thing was certain—whatever she became, she would be worthy of the Vaelgrim name.
And then finally... came our mommy.
The one who should have been the perfect sugar mommy, but decided to let Elira take the spotlight instead.
Shadeva.
For her, there had been no struggle. No resistance. No close calls.
She had simply—and silently—taken control of the entire City of Order without Ebony even suspecting a thing.
She had spent those three years doing just that. But it was enough. Because when the time to strike comes—and it will come, very soon—Ebony would never see it coming.
To be struck by her own people?
What a glorious, poetic moment that will be.
And now...
All of them were back in Laeh.
And with that—
Things could now finally move forward.
The war against the Shadow...
Would soon start.
...
Laeh — White Castle.
Inside the meeting room of the White Castle, Noah sat silently at the head chair, his women seated around him.
This time, it was Sophie and Elizabeth who rested on either side of him, their heads gently leaning against his shoulders.
Their faces held small, satisfied smiles.
The other girls glanced with a bit of envy—but it passed quickly.
Because soon, everyone's eyes were on Justicia.
"Tell us... how did you like our husband's dick?" Dominique asked first, smiling knowingly.
"Yes, my son is truly a beast in bed, isn't he? Even me—his mother—he fucked me until I started calling him 'daddy,'" Selene added, suddenly craving her son's cock again, right here and now.
"True," Elira chimed in, her eyes dreamy, "especially when he fucks my ass... best feeling ever."
One by one, they started sharing what they loved most about having sex with Noah.
Alice talked about how she loved sucking him dry. Zara mentioned how he once cranked her sensitivity to the max and turned her into a shameless slut. For Dominique, Lilith, and Christelle, it was when he fucked them like the obedient slaves they were.
Aphasia kept it more refined—she spoke about the sensuality in their lovemaking.
Yuki, on the other hand, just said it outright,
"It's how he always grabs my ass and abs when he fucks me. He keeps saying weird things like gym girls are the best—tight asses, trained abs... pure bliss."
Even Emily, who had joined the harem in the last six years, shared her favorite.
And then...
"For me... it's when he fucks me like I'm nothing but filth," Red Bloodheart said, her voice low, her face flushed so red it looked ready to burst. "When he doesn't care if he breaks my pussy. That's the kind of fucking I want."
The room went silent.
The other girls just looked at her.
Blank stares.
"A masochist," Neko said flatly.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
But Red only laughed—manically.
"And I'm proud of it. And as a proud masochist, I can always recognize one of my kind. You..." she said, locking eyes with Justicia like she was her long-lost twin. "You're one too, aren't you?"
Justicia trembled. Subtly. But enough.
She'd been seen through.
But before the others could pounce on her, something happened.
Three new presences suddenly made themselves known in the room.
Everyone turned their heads—and saw Eric, Sari, Ester, and Shadeva standing calmly.
But their auras were different.
All eyes fell on Sari first—because none of them had even felt her presence until now.
Curiosity bloomed.
Then their eyes shifted to Ester. She too felt... changed.
Yuki's sword trembled faintly—responding to Ester's presence, as if being challenged.
Then they looked at Eric.
He stood tall, unbothered. Confident.
And they smiled softly.
They could feel the difference.
And finally... their eyes landed on Shadeva.
She... felt exactly the same.
"Sorry to ask this of you already," Noah said, his smile turning dark "but now that you're back, tell us about your experiences."
And then—
That smile turned devilish.
"Tell me... do I need to personally torture someone? Slaughter a town? An entire domain?"
He chuckled.
"Don't hesitate..."
"Daddy will take care of it all for you."
—End of Chapter 235—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC236: …what?
Chapter 236: Chapter 236: ...what?
Chapter 236 – ...What?
"Daddy will avenge you... so tell me."
Noah spoke with a small smile on his face, seated effortlessly on his white throne, radiating authority and casual grace.
His sudden words caught the shadows off guard.
They had expected either a warm welcome or for him to jump directly to business, ready to send them off to fight the Originals—to either win or die.
But instead, Noah welcomed them with a promise of revenge.
He welcomed them by asking if there was anyone he needed to kill or torture once the battle began, simply for daring to touch what was his.
And that made them smile.
They loved being strong enough to handle things on their own without bothering Noah, but they certainly didn't mind his attention... or his care.
And they understood.
This was Noah's way of welcoming them. As if to say: Whatever happened there... forget about it. Let me take care of the rest.
As if to say: You've done enough.
And he hadn't even asked yet whether they'd brought valuable information.
"Ah... I still have a long way to go before I reach your level, huh?" Eric said with a slight smirk tugging at his lips.
"The real question is—can you even reach my level?" Noah replied with a grin.
"Let me dream, alright?" Eric grumbled, lips twitching.
Noah laughed heartily, and even the girls joined in with soft chuckles.
Then Noah turned toward the other three shadows.
He looked at them up and down, eyes sharp, then tilted his head slightly.
"How interesting... Mother-in-law, what happened to you? I can barely sense you. And that's... only because I know you're standing in front of me," Noah said, curiosity igniting his excitement.
'Another thing to copy. Goddamn, I love talented women. Time to evolve my Copycat Skill again. I refuse to accept anything less than 10,000 improvements of quality.' Noah thought inwardly, nearly giddy.
"Many things happened..." Sari answered softly with a smile.
That smile alone was enough to shift Noah and everyone else into complete seriousness, as they felt the weight and sadness hidden beneath it.
"Hm... seems like there is indeed something I need to exterminate," Noah said, his voice turning ice-cold, sharp with contained fury.
He turned to Ester.
"What about you, my dear shadow? You feel different too. You seem... more shadow, let's say?"
"Especially since my little concept of formlessness is reacting violently to your presence," he added.
Ester offered a small smile. "Things happened."
There was no sorrow in her expression, and that made Noah sigh with relief.
Looking now at Shadeva, he shook his head lightly. "I guess you enjoyed your time?"
"I did," Shadeva said with a gentle, satisfied smile.
Noah nodded, not surprised that little had changed about Shadeva, save for the fact that she seemed more open, a bit more expressive now.
After all that—
"Tell me what you've been through... each of you. If you want to, of course. And the information you've brought back," Noah said as he leaned back on his throne, calm and relaxed.
Eric looked around, then suddenly began to disappear.
"I'll tell you about my experience later. I need some advice from you anyway," he said simply, then vanished—leaving The Vaelgrims alone.
What a polite gesture.
Noah, the girls, and even the hidden maid were now all focused on the remaining shadows, waiting in silence.
They didn't have to wait long.
Shadeva began.
She described the City of Order—how the people lived, the conditions they endured, and how she slowly and subtly convinced more and more of them to come to her side without Ebony noticing.
When Noah heard what she had used to sway them, he couldn't help but smirk.
"I thought you weren't listening when I rambled about all that entertainment stuff?"
Shadeva chose to exercise her right to remain silent on that question, but instead asked,
"Can you make all those things real? It shouldn't be hard with your Creation ability."
She didn't want to give false hope to the shadows now following her.
Noah nodded.
"I can. I am Visionary. I am The Creator. Whatever I want... happens. And did you forget my Authority?" he asked—then paused.
"Oh... you don't know yet, do you? The Authority I gained when I stepped into the Supreme rank—you weren't here for that."
"What's your Authority?" Shadeva asked, drawing the attention of Ester and Sari too.
Noah just smiled.
"I'll tell you later. Continue your storytelling," he said, calmly dismissive—making the shadows twitch with slight irritation.
But they let it go, and Shadeva continued.
After explaining how she amassed her shadow network, she moved on to what she had learned about Ebony—her character, her methods, and the cracks in her so-called Order.
Soon, she was finished.
"Hahahahah! Order? Consistency? This is the perfect opponent for us, right, Red?" Anya shouted, laughing as she looked toward her new partner in destruction.
And Red responded with equal enthusiasm. "You couldn't be more right. Leave her to us. We'll show her a whole new side of reality," she said with a bloodthirsty grin that bared her fangs.
Noah looked at them and just smiled.
"We'll see. Let's hear all the information first—then we decide who fights who," he said calmly before turning back to the remaining two shadows.
This time, his eyes landed on Ester.
Ester stepped forward.
She followed Shadeva's example, describing the structure of the Puppet's City, explaining how every construct there felt like an extension of Sylphira herself.
She explained how the casino worked, and how she managed to survive it all despite only being SS rank.
And then...
"You were captured by Sylphira?" Shadeva asked, surprised.
Not surprised that Ester had been caught—but that she was here, alive, uncorrupted, unbroken. Not a wound on her.
That, by itself, was a miracle after facing an Original.
"Yes, I was. In fact, she helped me... greatly," Ester said before continuing, explaining how Sylphira had allowed her to see more—so much more—until she managed to reach a deep understanding of the formless aspect of shadow.
She told them everything.
And all of them were stunned.
But the most surprised of all was Shadeva.
Not just because of Sylphira's strange actions, but because Ester had actually grasped something so profound.
She smiled wryly.
"What kind of family is this? You already have one Original as your shadow, and now you're planning to make another one? A made Original?"
She shook her head.
Noah and the girls laughed.
"And you know what... it's only the beginning. My bloodline, my race... we're not even at our peak yet. There are still so many things to obtain, to integrate. Just watch—"
Noah smirked.
"—I'll show you how far our family can go."
Then he turned to Ester.
"And as for the Origin of Shadow that you need—don't worry. I'll find it for you."
Ester nodded, smiling with pleased affection.
Only one was left now.
Sari.
But she didn't say much.
"I went to a brothel to gather information. I was raped. After that, I stopped caring about gathering anything and focused all my mind on killing the one who did it. I killed her. She was Mythic rank so I was rewarded for it."
Sari said it all with a small smile, as if what she had just shared hadn't sent every single person in the room into stunned silence.
Silence fell. No one breathed, no one moved. And that for long while...
Then—
"...What?" Noah said, his voice low with disbelief—disbelief laced with fury so deep it bled through every word.
Instantly above Laeh, the sky turned blood red.
The clouds churned like an ocean of blood.
Blood-colored lightning cracked the heavens, and red rain began to fall.
Not a single corner of Laeh was spared.
In that moment, every being inside Laeh felt it deep in their soul.
The Absolute...
...was angry.
—End of Chapter 236—
A/N:
I need golden tickets...
Give it all...
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC237:…I am sorry
Chapter 237: Chapter 237:...I am sorry
Chapter 237 – ...I am sorry
Noah's anger was palpable.
He was so furious that all of Laeh responded to his rage—the entire world seemed to drown beneath a crimson sky, thick with ominous, furious energy.
And it wasn't just him.
Every other woman in the room mirrored Noah's emotions perfectly—but for some of them, their reactions were... strange.
They looked lost. Confused.
Selene, Luminara... and of course, Ester.
These three were the most subdued, their expressions frozen as they stared at Sari with blank eyes, their minds refusing—unable—to process what she had just revealed.
Or maybe... they simply didn't want to believe it.
Because accepting that truth would mean accepting that...
Their shadow.
Their friend.
Their mother.
Had been raped, deep inside the shadow realm, while they remained blissfully unaware—living their best lives in Laeh or minding their own business within a casino.
They didn't want to believe any of that.
But they had no choice.
Because when they looked at the small, gentle smile on Sari's face, something inside them broke.
Ester stammered as she took hesitant steps toward her mother, her voice small and trembling.
"M-mother...?" she called out, fear twisting her features, irrational thoughts beginning to spiral—Am I even worthy of calling her that anymore?
Guilt clawed at her. Guilt for not being there. Guilt for not sensing anything. Guilt for everything.
It was nonsensical and illogical.
But that was what she was feeling.
Sari saw her daughter's expression and understood her thoughts without needing to hear them.
She reached out and pulled Ester gently into a warm, protective embrace.
"I'm okay," Sari whispered softly.
But those words shattered Ester even more.
She cried—no, she wept—as if she had just lost the most precious thing in her life.
Her mother had been raped.
Her mother... her mother...
The more those thoughts repeated in her mind, the more chaotic Ester's aura became.
Her form started to flicker wildly—shifting, breaking, reforming—as if she was becoming multiple beings at once, unable to maintain her shape, unable to process the reality that someone had dared to violate her mother.
Her aura lashed out, causing the entire White Castle to tremble beneath its weight.
But Noah and the others didn't care about the damage.
Noah even less so.
Right now, he was using every ounce of restraint not to rush into the Shadow Realm and erase everything that lived there.
How dare someone touch what was his?
It was Laeh before. And now... it was Sari. His mother-in-law.
What's next?
"WHAT'S FUCKING NEXT?!"
BOOOOOOM!
Laeh trembled violently. The sky began to fracture like glass. Pieces of the world cracked apart. Beings—strong and weak alike—began to die.
Across the world, every living thing...
Whether human, Elysari, or simple beast—
Fell to their knees, heads pressed against the ground, crying, praying, begging,
"Oh, Absolute! The One Who Is All and Has All—please, calm your wrath!"
They wanted The Absolute to calm down.
But Noah didn't want that.
None of them wanted that.
Instead... they all wanted war.
"What are we waiting for?" Selene asked, her voice colder than it had ever been in her life.
Someone had dared to touch her shadow?
Even death would be too merciful.
"This time... I will participate," Luminara said, her voice echoing through the room, just as cold and filled with murderous resolve.
One by one, the other girls began to speak. Their eyes burned with fury, their expressions twisted with rage, and their auras... they were beginning to tear the White Castle apart.
Sari stood in the middle of it all, holding her ever-shifting daughter in her arms, a soft smile on her lips.
She looked at these women who were now brimming with bloodlust—ready to go to war for her, to destroy anything that dared hurt her.
And then... she looked at Noah.
His face was expressionless. Not a single hint of anger on his features.
But Sari could sense it. She raised her head and looked at the sky above Laeh—how it cracked like fractured glass.
"I'm fine," she said quietly.
She paused.
"I'm really fine," she repeated, a little louder.
"I've already killed her... so there's nothing left to do," she added, smiling softly.
"But thank you. Thank you all for reacting like this. Thank you for caring about me... thank you for not forgetting me—because sometimes, even I forget myself."
"Thank you..."
Her voice was heavy. Filled with emotions she didn't even know she had.
She had never believed she mattered this much.
To her, she was just Selene's shadow. A background piece. Not someone these strong, powerful, beautiful women would ever care for.
But she had been wrong.
And that was enough to lift her mood. Enough to restore her spirit.
She held her daughter tighter, whispering into her ear.
"Calm down, my dear. Your mother is not some weak woman. I killed her myself."
She gently lifted Ester's face.
Ester's cheeks were soaked, tears still streaming endlessly. Her eyes were filled with pain—but more than that, with rage. Deep, pure rage.
Sari shook her head softly.
"Don't. It's over. Aren't you proud of your mother? You should be. After all now... you'd better be on your guard, because I'm pretty sure I can beat you."
"So stop thinking about unnecessary revenge, and focus on becoming whole, my dear," she said lovingly as she began wiping away the tears on Ester's face.
Ester gave a faint, reluctant nod.
But there was one person who didn't agree.
"Unnecessary vengeance...?" Noah's voice echoed, sharp and cold as he rose slowly from his throne and walked toward Sari.
"There is no such thing as unnecessary vengeance, Mother-in-law."
"Someone dared to touch you... and that someone will not walk away freely."
"But—!"
Sari tried to speak, but Noah interrupted.
"You didn't kill her properly. Tell me... did you destroy her soul?"
Sari hesitated.
She hadn't.
She couldn't.
Even killing her physically had pushed her to the brink of death. As for truly ending her—ending her soul?
She lacked the means.
So she stayed silent.
Noah stepped forward—just an inch away from her—and then slowly embraced them both, Ester and Sari, holding them tightly in his arms.
They closed their eyes, feeling comfort sweep over them like a warm, invisible blanket.
"Congratulations on taking your own revenge, Sari. Congratulations on killing a divine while still being mortal."
He chuckled softly. But it was a chuckle filled with subtle anger and sadness.
"Something even I haven't done yet."
"But let me finish what you started. Let me kill that being's entire bloodline. Let me take her soul and torture her for eternity and beyond."
"Let me show the world... that no one touches what's mine without consequences."
He paused.
"...Let me."
"And..."
"...I'm sorry."
—End of Chapter 237—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC238: Last Straw
Chapter 238: Chapter 238: Last Straw
Chapter 238 – Last Straw
"I am sorry."
That sorry meant many things.
It was sorry for not being there when she needed someone to lean on emotionally.
Sorry for the inadequacy of not thinking that kind of possibility could happen—and not preparing for it.
It was a sorry...
For everything.
Sari understood. All of them did.
But none of them blamed him for anything.
They knew how much, ever since the incident with Laeh, Noah had been doing his absolute best to ensure that the same disaster never happened again.
To make sure his people stayed safe.
To make sure nothing harmed them.
But once more...
'I failed,' Noah thought inwardly, as he held the mother-daughter duo in his arms.
He had failed to protect one of his own.
And now, all of them were affected.
It was driving him mad.
'What did I miss?'
'I thought giving them one talent to protect their lives was enough... but I never took into account that something other than their life could be threatened.'
'Why didn't I?'
Noah kept questioning himself.
Why didn't he consider all this?
And as those questions echoed within him... the world itself stopped.
Time froze.
As if the world was giving him the time to think.
As if to say: Take your time. Think again.
And Noah did exactly that.
His thoughts spiraled in every direction, searching, searching—until they all led to one thing.
Arrogance.
Yes... arrogance.
'Because I was arrogant enough to think nothing besides their lives could be threatened.'
'Because I was arrogant enough to believe that one damn talent—not even at Ex-Unique rank—could protect them in the Shadow Realm... where divine beings walk among mortals.'
Did I not learn anything from Laeh's incident?
Or even before that... when Elijah died in my hands?
Didn't I learn that arrogance makes you unable to open your mind to different kinds of possibilities?
That arrogance narrow your vision?
Noah kept questioning himself.
And he realized again...
The problem wasn't arrogance itself—it was letting arrogance into his mind so much that it started to dictate recklessness.
Recklessness without the force to back it up.
That was the issue.
If Noah had the strength to back up that arrogance, then it wouldn't matter.
But ever since Laeh... Noah was no longer the strongest.
'So in the end... it all comes down to this.'
Strength.
'I thought my World Dominator rank and my variety of talents were enough to survive the Shadow Realm.'
But I let arrogance cloud my judgment.
You can never be too prepared.
And if I continue to let arrogance rule me... I'll lose more people.
And in the end—I'll lose everything.
And I'll stagnate.
Because when arrogance is in your mind... growth stops.
You start believing you're already strong enough.
You are already special enough...
And that's when you fall.
All these realizations settled deeply inside him.
Noah sighed quietly and looked up at the shattered sky.
He heard the prayers of all living beings within Laeh, pleading with him to calm down.
He did.
He inhaled. Exhaled. Then slowly closed his eyes.
'Strength... I need more.'
'I need to share more. I need to evolve my bloodline further. I need to evolve my talents. I need... more.'
As those thoughts solidified in his mind, time resumed inside Laeh.
He gently pulled away from the women and looked at them, one by one, before smiling softly.
It was a smile that carried a quiet sadness.
"I need some power-ups, my dears. So I'm going."
"You can prepare in the meantime, because once I'm back..."
"...we'll strike."
Noah said with a bright tone, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere before disappearing.
Leaving behind a group of women whose expressions still held tight, simmering anger.
"He's trying to shoulder all this alone again..." ElizaBeth muttered, leaning back in her chair, her white, blank eyes narrowed with irritation.
"Yes, he is," Sophie nodded.
"But we don't need to wait for him to ask for help in order to give it," Sophie added, her voice suddenly turning sharp, commanding.
"We don't need that. We can see how much our husband is hurting—how angry he is over all this, just like us. And how he's trying to ensure it never happens again."
"A noble thing, but..."
"He is not alone." All the women said it at once, in perfect sync.
"He is not alone..." Selene repeated quietly.
"We are all here for him. We're all here to help him carry this weight," Elira said as she looked at each of the girls.
"And if he doesn't want to give us some of those burdens because he sees himself as the one who must protect us..."
"Then we'll take some of them ourselves."
Her words made everyone nod, their expressions turning serious.
They were talented women.
They were powerful women.
They loved Noah—no, they were obsessed with him.
And seeing him sad over something that wasn't even fully his fault?
It pained them deeply.
And so... they were ready to act.
This time—even more ruthlessly.
This time... the Shadow Realm would bleed.
Shadeva stood off to the side, watching all of it silently as she shook her head.
She had nothing to say in favor of the Shadows.
Because even she...
Was angry.
She had been with this family for years. She had lived with them, suffered with them, celebrated with them.
She had seen the love that bound them together.
And she... she was part of this family too, even if she wasn't Elysiari.
That's why—she, too, wanted to make whoever was responsible pay.
'Ah... it seems like you were the last straw.'
'The last thing that shattered his patience... and restraint.'
And for that?
You will bear his wrath.
...
In his training ground, Noah sat cross-legged, floating calmly in the air.
'System, what's the affection level of Sari, Noelle, and Shadeva?'
[Sari – 80%]
[Noelle – 70%]
[Shadeva – 70%]
Noah nodded without expression.
That meant he could now share all they had.
But first...
"Let's upgrade Copycat's talent."
"I can't keep going with only a thousand-time quality," Noah decided.
"Records... I need a higher-grade affinity of Records."
He then slowly raised his gaze toward the now-healed sky.
"Care to give it to me, dear Akashic?"
—End of Chapter 238—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC239: Genesis | Epithet
Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Genesis | Epithet
Chapter 239 – Genesis | Epithet
"Care to give it to me, Akashic?" Noah asked calmly as he looked at the sky, as if he were seeing things no one else could.
But in truth... he was seeing nothing.
He wasn't even remotely at a level where he could perceive or sense the Records—not yet. Hell, not even the Progenitor could.
But Noah spoke anyway.
Because he wanted to.
Because he believed he could.
So he waited, expecting something.
And indeed—
{You have all the tools to elevate the Records' affinity by yourself, Noah.}
The Records responded, its voice dripping with an unsettling familiarity as it addressed him—not as a World Dominator, not as a Divine, not even by his True Name.
It called him simply—Noah.
Like his wives.
Like those closest to him.
It should have raised some eyebrows.
It should have made him pause, even worry.
But Noah... had already been caught by something else entirely.
'I can do it myself?'
'How?'
His mind began combing through every ability he possessed, searching.
He sifted through his affinities.
Creation?
He tilted his head slightly.
'No... it doesn't feel like that.'
Creation was about making something—but what he needed now was to elevate an existing affinity.
He moved on from his affinities and shifted focus to his unique powers.
His Domain—The Genesis.
A domain he unlocked at Supreme Rank.
And his Authority—Epithet.
As soon as those two came to mind, Noah's eyes began to glow with understanding.
Genesis means The Beginning.
Something that existed before time.
Just like a part of his True Name—Nytherion, The Breath Before Time.
And Epithet?
It was the power of words. But more precisely, it was the power to give things names
Just like the second half of his True Name—
Il'Varethos, The Name That Names All.
It was like his Intent—but at a far higher level.
Because now, anything Noah named, in any way or form...would never disappear and would never be forgotten.
That was his Authority.
That was what the Records deemed worthy of him.
The ability to name everything between heaven and earth.
But he was still limited by his rank.
He could only name beings up to two ranks higher than himself.
Which was still incredibly high.
Because his rank now was World Dominator.
All of Laeh was under his rule.
People across the world worshipped him.
Most of his women were at Mythic rank as they have some influence over Laeh.
Only a few were at Supreme rank or lower—Ester, Sari, Christelle, Red, Justicia, and Emily—because their influence on Laeh was minimal. Not yet worth mentioning.
As for Luminara?
That Divine Beast hardly left Selene's side.
She rarely ever moved or acted.
A strange behavior but none questioned her.
All of this context mattered.
All of it framed the level Noah had reached... and the tools he possessed.
And among those tools, only Authority seemed like it could elevate his affinity with the Records.
So Noah didn't hesitate.
He closed his eyes—
And entered a deep, near-unreachable level of concentration.
The moment he did...
The very fabric of space began to ripple—like a tidal wave spreading through water.
Then a thought came to him.
'Why not combine Domain and Authority to improve my chance of success?'
So he did.
"The Genesis."
Instantly, a blank, endless space erupted around him, enveloping his training room.
Nothing existed within it.
Only stillness. Only blankness.
Then—
'I am the Akashic Records,' Noah thought.
His domain rippled.
Colors bloomed. Shapes flickered into form.
But immediately... everything turned blank again.
Noah frowned.
His domain could create anything. It could reflect anything—as long as he had knowledge of it.
But the Akashic Records?
He didn't understand them.
So his domain couldn't mirror them.
'But I don't need to understand the Records...'
'I just want the part of them that lets me elevate affinities.'
And from all his experience with them, he could already guess how it worked.
You did something worthy—
They rewarded you.
So then, to elevate his Records affinity...
'Maybe I need to create something that surpasses even EX-Unique rank?'
But that was too troublesome.
He didn't even know what lay above that.
So instead—
"I'll name myself," he said quietly.
"A title. Something tied to Records."
Once his decision set, he tried again.
'I can elevate my own affinity after an achievement.'
The blank space around him pulsed.
Now, it shifted—becoming deep blue, with streaks of gold threading through the sky.
A throne appeared beneath him.
It was blurry and ethereal.
Impossible to define.
But it was there.
Noah didn't question it. He simply sat.
And as he did—
He instinctively felt it.
He now had the power to elevate an affinity.
He smirked.
Then—
"Epithet."
He spoke his Authority aloud.
You might expect a dramatic aura to explode around him. You might expect thunder, lightning, a divine ripple through time.
But instead...
Nothing.
No sound.
No pressure.
No pulse.
It was as if Noah had simply... whispered a word.
But that couldn't be more wrong.
Because something was there.
Something alien.
Something so bizarre, even Perception couldn't track it.
It was outside the concept of time.
It was outside the concept of awareness itself.
It simply was.
But Noah felt it, his Authority was active.
And so he moved—
"I give myself the Title: The Scholar of Records."
The moment he said it—
He changed.
It was subtle.
But he felt it.
He now had more insight into the Records affinity.
As if he had studied it for years.
It wasn't huge.
Barely noticeable, even.
But Records wasn't like any other affinity.
Even a small increase meant everything.
And then—
A voice echoed in the space around him.
His voice.
But it wasn't him who spoke.
It was his domain itself.
"DING! Achievement in affinity spotted."
"Rewards: Records affinity elevated to S Rank."
Just like that, Noah felt it.
His affinity for Records had risen from A rank to S rank.
He smiled.
"I just need—"
{Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!}
He was cut off by the Records themselves.
{Fascinating!}
{You have elevated your own Records affinity in a way never done before.}
{Title received: The Scholar of The Records.}
{Your affinity to Records has been elevated to SSS Rank.}
{Congratulations, Noah.}
—End of Chapter 239—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC240: I need it, I want it
Chapter 240: Chapter 240: I need it, I want it
Chapter 240 – I need it, I want it
Noah was stunned.
He hadn't expected The Records to reward him, he thought he was supposed to figure it all out alone.
But this act of acknowledgment... this response from The Records made something click inside him. It was like they were guiding him. Or maybe...
...teaching him.
Teaching him about the mechanics of Names.
Of how heavy words could be.
Of how to use his Domain properly. Because, let's be honest—
Noah's domain was absurdly powerful. A cheat, even.
Right now, its range was still limited, constrained by his current level... but just imagine—one day, if his domain ever expanded to the size of a world?
If his domain could envelop all of Laeh?
What would happen then?
Noah would become a true god within his own space. He would act like The Records within his world. He would observe, bestow titles, give power with a mere word.
And beyond that—through his Genesis domain—he could create and control anything within.
He could reshape Laeh into a holy ground unlike anything ever seen before.
Especially with the knowledge he carried from Earth—he could create... everything.
The more he thought about it, the more it felt like... maybe The Records wanted that?
Something like themselves...?
"But that doesn't make any sense. If I one day reach that level... what would they be needed for anymore?" Noah wondered.
Or maybe... they just wanted a successor?
"...That doesn't make sense either," he concluded.
He kept running through the possibilities in his mind, but nothing concrete came to him.
At the end of it all, he simply stopped thinking about it.
'I don't understand them. I don't know them. And I cannot guess the intentions of something I can't even fathom,' Noah admitted internally, before softly closing his eyes.
Right now, there were more important things to focus on.
The Shadow Realm...
He shifted his thoughts to the pressing matter ahead. And based on what the shadows had delivered as information...
Things were about to get messy.
There were many Mythic-rank beings, and even lower ranks present. The World Dominator rank had fewer representatives, but their number still wasn't something to underestimate.
Still... it was manageable.
The true problem?
Everything above World Dominator.
Law Creator rank.
That's the threshold where people began to dip into the power of law itself. Once someone had dominated a world, they could begin to delve deep into its core, learning and deciphering the fundamental laws of reality. But to step into the Law Creator rank—
You didn't just need to understand the laws.
You had to create your own.
The difficulty... was beyond immense.
Noah had tried. For two years straight he studied, practiced, and tried to gain even an initial insight into law.
But nothing.
It was too alien.
Too far beyond him.
"Fortunately, only the Originals are at that rank... otherwise things would've been much worse," he muttered under his breath.
The power of law...
Not even Noelle could help him on this one. She had told him once that it had taken her hundreds of years just to gain her first insight—and nearly a thousand to create a law of her own.
Just the thought made Noah feel the weight of it all.
But then—an idea struck him.
"System... if I can share talent, physique, bloodline, race, affinity—and right now even Title..."
"...why can't I share rank?" he asked.
It was something he had never thought of before. But now, with the climb toward Law Creator feeling so impossible, he was desperate enough to explore every loophole.
[System's level too low, Host. If you want this function, you must wait for the system to upgrade itself—or upgrade it yourself.]
"When will you upgrade?"
[Once you reach Law Creator rank.]
Noah's lips twitched.
"...How can I upgrade you?"
[Make me better by using any worthy materials in this universe.]
Noah frowned. The answer was vague—too vague—but he didn't expect better. He sighed and set the thought aside... for now.
"Now that I have Records affinity at SSS rank," he muttered, "I can finally upgrade Copycat."
He didn't waste time.
He entered deep focus immediately, replicating the same process he'd used in the past to create talents. But now—now with his Records affinity at SSS rank—everything came easier.
Or it would have... if Noah wanted another EX-Unique rank talent.
But he didn't.
He wanted more.
He needed more.
So he doubled his concentration, poured every drop of effort into the process, calling upon both his Domain and his Authority to enhance his chances.
Five long, grueling hours passed.
And finally—
Deep within his soul, a new talent bloomed.
Not entirely new—but utterly transformed.
It pulsed with a presence far stronger than anything he had created before. And when the panel flickered in front of his eyes, Noah read the text silently:
[Copycat (Paragon rank): You can copy the talent of anything and obtain the 10,000 quality of that talent.]
Noah said nothing.
He just stared at the panel, his expression unreadable.
Then slowly—so slowly—a smile began to form at the corner of his lips.
It wasn't a triumphant smile.
It wasn't manic.
It was quiet—subtle—filled with pride and deep, deep satisfaction.
Because now, finally... he had created something that could mimic the system itself.
Only for talents, yes—but still...
That was huge.
"System," Noah said, lips curling into a playful smirk, "do tell me... aren't you feeling a little threatened?"
[No, Host. The System's only wish is to make you strong.]
[It does not matter how you achieve that—whether through the System, or through your own power.]
The answer came quiet, serene... almost demure.
Noah laughed softly.
"...Are you seducing me?"
"Because if yes—it's working."
[...]
The system said nothing.
Choosing silence over playing with its particular player Host.
Noah chuckled and turned his gaze back to the glowing Copycat panel.
Paragon rank.
That was the level above EX-Unique.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I wonder... what's beyond Transformation rank in affinities?" he mused.
A smirk curled again on his lips.
"Let's find out, shall we?"
"System, bond me with Noelle, Sari, and Justicia."
[DING! You have bonded with Noelle, Sari, and Justicia.]
"Share everything from them. Including Ester. Bloodline. Title. Physique. Trait. Affinities."
He smiled.
"All of them... all of that."
And so—
DING!
—End of Chapter 240—
A/N:
Support my other book 'Killed Me? Now I have your Power'
You will love it. Just push through it.
Thank you for reading and for your support
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS