HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC244: Go.
Chapter 244: Chapter 244: Go.
Chapter 244 – Go.
Each of them was ready to go to war. But you don't just walk into war without a plan.
Especially when the enemies you're about to face are beings that could crush you with ease.
So—
"We at least have to allocate each domain to one person or a group," Noah said, standing in the center as the women encircled him.
"I'm listening. Any of you want to fight a particular opponent?"
He had barely finished the question when he added casually, his voice still smiling but now layered with a coldness they all picked up on—
"I'm taking all of Sylphira's domain for myself."
The moment he said that, they understood. Instinctively, their gazes slid toward Sari, who stood there calmly with that little smile of hers.
And they couldn't help it.
Just for a second, they envied her.
After all, Noah was willingly taking on an entire domain and an Original, for her. Well, partly for her.
"We already told you! Red and I are going for Ebony!" Anya declared with a wide, eager grin.
Her body practically trembled with anticipation at the thought of facing that woman obsessed with order.
And Red, right beside her, wore the exact same grin. They looked like two best friends about to burn down a world for fun.
Truly chaotic.
Noah sighed, "You can go for her. But let's be honest here, ladies....Ebony's going to smash you."
He shrugged, expression unbothered.
"You won't die or suffer the way Sari did... but you'll definitely feel pain."
Anya and Red turned to him, betrayal all over their faces.
The others laughed and snickered openly at their reaction.
"Aren't you supposed to believe in us, Noah?" Anya said with a comically wronged tone.
Noah smiled.
"I'm an honest man. But I do believe in you."
"Still, Shadeva's already made big preparations in that domain. She's more suited for Ebony. Let's leave that to her."
"And you two,my dear destruction lovers, you'll face Mortis. He's also an Original like Ebony, but his power is even more troublesome."
"He can corrode anything and whatever he corrodes, he gains a piece of it."
"So be careful... and show me you can take on a Law Creator as Mythic-ranked beings." Noah smiled as he said this, and the two wild girls grinned even wider, giving each other an enthusiastic thumbs-up.
Noah shook his head.
"Eric, Rouge, and Malrik will also go into Mortis's domain. Eric will lead, since he knows more about it."
"The Golden Commander's army will be split in two—half will assist Eric, the other half will raid and either subjugate or eliminate the shadows living outside the City of Order."
"As for the rest of you, there are many commanders under Mortis and other Originals. Pick one that suits your taste. Two against one is fine. We're not here to play fair."
He paused.
Letting his words sink in.
"You understand me?"
"Yes," they answered in perfect unison.
A voice then spoke, quieter but filled with steel.
"Is there no possibility for me to fight alongside you in Sylphira's domain, my son? I want to avenge my shadow too."
Selene's voice was cold and sharp with bloodlust, and inside of her, Luminara silently agreed.
Noah smiled faintly.
"Just let me have this one, Mother," he said softly.
He hadn't been strong enough to avenge Laeh—and it still haunted him. But now, with the matter concerning Sari, he had a chance.
And this time, he was going to do it thoroughly.
He was going to make them remember.
Because how could he call himself a worthy master, a true leader, if he couldn't protect the ones who followed him?
He had to.
He wanted to.
And so... he would.
Selene understood that and accepted it. Even if a part of her still wanted vengeance, she knew Noah needed this more.
A true, exemplary woman.
Once everything was decided and each person knew where to go, silence settled between them.
They all turned to Noah.
Their expressions were calm, but their eyes were focused.
Noah met their gazes, and smiled beautifully.
"Tell me... are you all feeling confident now? Do you believe you'll all survive?"
They nodded without hesitation.
"So you only needed six years to feel this strong? This ready?" he asked, smiling again but not waiting for an answer.
"Imagine what three or six more years could've done."
"Maybe then, you wouldn't feel even a flicker of fear."
He paused again.
"But that's not the point."
"What I really want to say is this, don't fear them. Don't stress. Don't hesitate."
"You're more talented. You're more gifted. You're more... special."
"So go...go show them what we're made of."
"Show them the might of our family."
"You think you can do that?" Noah asked, smirking.
The women smirked back.
"That's easy, son. I'll show them why I'm your mother," Selene said proudly.
"Don't worry. They'll feel pain today... deep soul pain," Elira added with a cold glint in her eyes.
"It's been a while since I fought. My lightning's been craving it," Sophie chimed in with a feral grin.
One by one, they all voiced their confidence, each in their own way.
It made Noah's heart thrum with satisfaction.
"So..."
He took a single step forward.
"Let's go."
He vanished.
And one by one, all the women followed, disappearing from the room, each heading toward their chosen battlefield.
The moment they were gone, as if signaled by fate itself, Eric and his team disappeared too following the Golden Commander and his elite army.
All of them headed straight into the Shadow Realm.
Their arrival didn't go unnoticed.
The moment they stepped foot inside, a flurry of new presences were felt all across the realm.
The siblings of the Originals stirred.
They immediately took action, trying to figure out who were the intruders.
And what a surprise it was, to find themselves face-to-face with unknown beings they'd never seen before.
But the moment the Elysiari team entered the Shadow Realm, something happened.
They transformed.
Every single one of them, including Noah, took on their Elysiari forms.
Because this... this was no longer practice.
This was their official debut.
And they had to make sure that the enemy remembered who they were.
And if the shadows didn't know of them before...
Then this was the perfect moment to find out.
And so, officially...
The battle had begun.
—End of Chapter 244—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC245: Missed Me?
Chapter 245: Chapter 245: Missed Me?
Chapter 245 – Missed Me?
The battle had begun.
The Originals weren't expecting it, not truly. After all, in the whole universe, who would dare to invade their territory and start a war?
That was suicide.
Because in the Shadow Realm, their power wasn't just intact, it was amplified. And the power of intruders were diminished in a certain way. Crushed under the very weight of the realm itself.
That's why most didn't start fights here.
Because the shadows protected their own.
So, you can imagine their surprise when, all of a sudden, they felt their territories being breached.
At first, they were shocked.
Then, some of them laughed.
Well... only one of them actually laughed.
Mortis.
He was the only one whose domain had been breached by beings who weren't even World Dominators.
Mythic rank at best.
Laughable.
"Who are these fools?" Mortis said with mild amusement, but it didn't last.
Someone dared to step into his domain.
And that meant one thing.
They would die.
"Tell all of my commanders, kill every intruder without an ounce of mercy. If any of them look like a leader, capture their soul and bring it to me," Mortis ordered calmly, eyes still closed.
"By your will, Lord Mortis," a voice replied before fading into silence.
Mortis didn't move.
He wasn't going to waste time on weaklings.
Not when he had better things to do, like dealing with the cursed shackles still binding him.
So, as chaos stirred beyond his chambers, Mortis ignored it all... diving once more into himself, trying again to free what should never have been caged.
...
And while Mortis shut himself away, his commanders moved.
Orders were orders.
Kill everything.
Among those commanders was Aerica.
But this Aerica wasn't the same woman people knew.
She looked... empty.
Her eyes were tired, her presence dimmed. Her spirit, normally bright and defiant, was dulled.
You didn't need to be a genius to understand, this was emotional pain. Not physical. Something deeper.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" a deep voice rumbled beside her.
Atreus.
One of Mortis's Six Commanders.
He towered beside her, muscles bulging, white ash hair tumbling messily, his torso bare, only clad in black trousers. Black eyes, wild veins, raw strength in its purest form.
Aerica didn't answer him.
She didn't even glance his way.
Her gaze was fixed staring into the distance with wide, burning eyes.
And then, suddenly, her eyes lit up.
As if she had found purpose again. Like she had remembered how to breathe.
Atreus raised a brow and followed her gaze.
A group hovered in the air. They were a winged, horned beings, each one radiating a different type of power, similar yet not the same.
Intruders.
And at their front...
"Wait... isn't that Duskworn?" Atreus muttered, tilting his head in disbelief. "Your champion? What the hell is he—?"
He stopped mid-sentence.
Realization struck.
His head snapped toward Aerica, and her eyes were already locked on him.
They were deep. Cold. Filled with a quiet promise of relentless death.
"Don't say another word," she said flatly, her voice colder than the void.
Atreus blinked, then grinned.
"Ah. I see... He got you, huh? Tsk. You always acted so high and mighty, and yet... you still fell for a mortal."
"How laughable."
He laughed to himself, but didn't press further. It wasn't his problem.
No matter what happened to Aerica he wouldn't interfere.
Soon enough, Eric, King Mbam, and the others landed.
They stood face to face with the Six Commanders and their armies.
No need for introductions. No trash talk.
They acted.
And the one who struck first was Aerica.
She vanished and then reappeared right in front of Eric in not even a second. No, time didn't even pass.
A delicate, precise spin.
And then,
CRACK.
A devastating kick to the chest.
The very air vibrated, space itself undulating like disturbed water as Eric was launched backward at blinding speed—close to light itself.
BOOOOM!
He slammed into the ground, the black stone shattering beneath him, forming a massive crater.
"Cough. Cough..."
Blood spilled from his lips as pain bloomed in his chest. Just a little more force and it would've shattered.
He groaned, trying to move when he felt a presence above him.
He looked up.
Aerica stood there at the edge of the pit, her face hard and unreadable.
Eric laughed, even through the pain.
"Missed me?"
At those words, her expression crumbled instantly.
The coldness melted. )
Worry, deep and raw, replaced it.
She vanished, then reappeared at his side, cradling him in her arms.
"Y-Yes... I missed you. Please don't do that again. I... I can't live without you," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Eric winced, not from pain, but guilt.
He hated doing this to her.
But it was necessary.
"Then answer me, Aerica. What's your answer?"
And just like that... the drama began.
...
Meanwhile, in Sylphira's domain, a single figure appeared in the sky.
He wasn't overwhelming in presence, but his mere arrival was enough to shake the entire domain, forcing every being within to look upward.
Even Sylphira herself.
She materialized instantly, facing him with her eyes narrowed and smile twitching.
He was in his Elysiari form.
Beautiful. Deadly. A vision forged from pure concept—horns twisted with meaning, wings shimmering with power.
But his expression was cold and expressionless.
He stared at her in silence before calmly opening his mouth.
"I have a question, Sylphira."
He said her name like he'd known her for centuries.
Sylphira tilted her head, amusement glimmering in her shifting black eyes.
"Oh, please. Do tell," she said, voice playful and laced with mischief.
Noah didn't wait.
"Would you mind if I obliterated your entire domain?"
He asked it politely. Almost sincerely.
There was a second of silence.
Then—
A laugh.
High. Soft. Creeping.
But then it stopped abruptly.
Her eyes turned sharp.
"You dare repeat that?" she said, voice stripped of all playfulness.
A thread of warning in every syllable.
Noah didn't flinch.
He merely sighed, shaking his head.
"Well... at least I can tell her I tried, right?"
"But... I doubt she'd mind anyway."
He paused.
Then said,
"Void Manifestation."
Instantly—no delay, no buildup—
Everything changed.
Sylphira's domain twisted and collapsed before dissolved into unfiltered, pure void.
A place where nothing remained.
Where everything was consumed.
Where existence itself forgot how to exist.
—End of Chapter 245—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC246: The Cursed of Strength
Chapter 246: Chapter 246: The Cursed of Strength
Chapter 246 – The Cursed of Strength
"Void manifestation," Noah uttered silently, his face blank and unreadable.
He was in no mood to play today. No mood for theatrics or for dragging out the fight just to feel the thrill of battle.
He was up against a Law Creator Rank, but so what?
If Sari, at only SS Rank, could kill a Mythic...
Then he, as he was now, could beat a Law Creator.
So he moved without hesitation, without a flicker of doubt. And the moment his words echoed into existence, the universe responded.
The void manifested. It wasn't a process. It wasn't gradual. It was instant—a clean, unrelenting erasure that devoured the entirety of Sylphira's domain in a single heartbeat.
And Noah wasn't done.
His body flared, shifting entirely into white flames as he instantly appeared before Sylphira and punched her straight in the face.
Sylphira didn't even react.
Her eyes were still glued to the scene behind him—watching her territory vanish.
BOOOOOMMM!!
Space twisted, warped like a divine being was folding it with its hands, until it tore open completely. Cracking sounds thundered across the realm, making it feel like reality itself was shattering.
That's how powerful Noah's punch was.
But he didn't look satisfied. His expression didn't shift, not even slightly, as his eyes locked on the creature that had blocked his strike.
He smiled emptily.
"Is that one of your famed little toys, Sylphira?" he asked, his voice flat as his gaze studied the strange being before him.
It looked like an overgrown ant, but its entire body was made of dark, reflective metal instead of flesh. Its red eyes glowed as it stared directly at him, but there was no emotion behind that gaze.
It wasn't alive.
Just a puppet.
A thing.
'World Dominator Rank?' Noah noted silently, already analyzing it.
Sylphira didn't answer him. She was still admiring the void surrounding them, her gaze filled not with fear, but curiosity. Then slowly, she spoke.
"You are incredible... strange being."
Another presence appeared beside her.
A new entity.
This one had no fixed shape just a formless mass of flickering blue and gold light. A wisp. Radiant and unstable.
The moment it arrived, Noah felt the air around him bend—time itself felt like it had begun to fluctuate, unsteady and strange.
"Rewind time in my domain," Sylphira ordered calmly.
The wisp raised its hand.
Time bent.
And instantly, everything was reversed.
The void vanished.
The domain returned to its original state.
All that had been destroyed was rebuilt. All that had died was revived. It was as if Noah had never attacked.
Noah stood there calmly, his expression unreadable.
'This is going to be troublesome,' he thought. He could feel it, the wisp was World Dominator Rank as well.
"You look interesting," Sylphira said. "Care to become one of my puppets?"
And the moment those words left her lips, Noah felt it.
A pressure.
A powerful will pressing down on his own, attempting to slither inside his mind, to take over, to claim him.
Instantly, one of the artifacts he had personally crafted, a Mind Protection artifact at World Dominator Rank, activated on its own, shielding him.
It wasn't enough. Not even close.
Her will was monstrous, impossible to measure—but the artifact held just long enough to give Noah the space to act.
So he did.
A sword formed in his right hand—composed not of metal, but of countless severed wills. It shimmered with a strange light, chaotic and pure.
Noah slashed.
A lazy slash. No stance. No effort.
But it worked.
Sylphira took a step back.
Her expression shifted slightly as she frowned.
Because that simple strike had severed her will from his mind.
It was something incredibly delicate. If you lacked perfect control, you risked cutting your own will, harming your very soul.
But Noah?
He had trained for six years. His control was monstrous. His precision, inhuman.
He exhaled slowly, then raised his eyes toward Sylphira and the army of puppets behind her.
"Severing Sword. Void. Nothingness. Frozen Barrier. Celestial Fire..."
Noah kept muttering.
One name after another.
Each time he spoke, a different power surrounded his mind, layering over the last.
Sylphira's eyes widened, surprise flickering across her face.
Because each of those powers was not clashing.
They were harmonizing.
By the end of it, Noah's mind was like an unbreakable bastion, fortified by dozens of higher of attributes working together flawlessly.
But Sylphira only smiled.
"You think that will be enough?" she asked softly. "Give me enough time, and I'll tear through all of it."
Her voice was hungry now.
She was getting excited.
Where else would she find a creature like this? So many affinities, all controlled perfectly. She wanted him badly.
But Noah didn't flinch.
"And I can rebuild them... with enough time," he replied.
He was about to speak again when,
BAAAMMM!!
He was struck.
A massive puppet appeared behind him and launched a blow straight into his back, sending a shockwave so powerful it obliterated half of Sylphira's domain in a single breath. The entire zone became a ruined, broken city.
But the formless wisp moved again, lifting its hand—
Time reversed.
The destruction vanished like it had never happened.
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Because when he looked around...
There weren't a few puppets.
There were thousands.
All around him. Every one of them World Dominator Rank. And Sylphira stood above them all, staring down like a queen observing her prey.
He didn't say anything.
He just stood there.
Tall.
Focused.
Then he smiled—a wide, feral, untamed smile.
Because his bloodline was trembling.
Excited.
This was the battle it had been craving.
A situation where victory or defeat was uncertain.
Because no matter how powerful and gifted Noah was... he was still facing thousands of monsters at his level and one Law Creator.
This would be the hardest battle of his life.
But instead of fear he felt fire.
He felt his blood pumping wildly through his veins. He felt his instincts roar.
So he let go.
He stopped suppressing himself.
And the space around him fractured, bled, groaned as if reality itself couldn't withstand the weight of him anymore.
Because Noah had decided—
He would no longer restrain his body.
And you must not forget: Noah held the strength of an entire world.
That might not sound overwhelming to his enemies...
But it was when compacted to just a size of a human body.
And also as a World Bearer, he could use the skills, techniques, and talents of every being inside his world and he had decided to use them all.
This fight would be hell.
But before anything else...
"Don't you all want a little gift?" Noah asked with a wicked grin, his eyes glowing white.
Then, without waiting for an answer—
"Epithet."
The sky seemed to still. The shadows seemed to shiver.
Then he declared:
"You all... your name shall be, The Cursed of Strength."
—End of Chapter 246—
A/N:
Do I have to beg for you all to shower me with golden tickets?
I am starving
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC247: Fight against Sylphira
Chapter 247: Chapter 247: Fight against Sylphira
Chapter 247 – Fight against Sylphira
The Cursed of Strength.
A simple title... yet its implications were vast and terrifying.
It was a title that, at first glance, seemed almost absurd—but in truth, it was deadly. Because once given, the bearer of this title would slowly lose power every single time they used their strength.
Every punch. Every strike. Every movement fueled by force.
It would drain them.
Piece by piece. Until eventually... they wouldn't even have the strength to raise a single finger.
And the most dreadful, the most twisted part of this title?
It couldn't be undone. It couldn't be blocked. It couldn't be resisted.
Once received, it was permanent.
So when Noah uttered the name, when he gave them the title, they felt it.
They felt the weight of it embed itself into their very being, knowledge of it flooding their minds like a curse.
But... nothing changed.
Because it wasn't them in control.
They were puppets.
And the one pulling the strings, Sylphira, didn't yet understand what had just happened, her eyes darting through the battlefield, her expression filled with questions she hadn't even fully formed.
But Noah gave her no time to think.
Because the moment the title was given, space itself began to wrap around him—folding like threads of silk being gathered by a master weaver.
Time itself froze.
One step. That was all it took. Just one step,
And Noah was in front of Sylphira.
Unsurprisingly, she wasn't affected by the time-lock. But that wasn't Noah's goal.
Not this time.
His right side twisted and morphed, turning into a volatile fusion of black ice and celestial white fire, unstable and godly all at once.
And above them the sky cracked.
Millions of weapons appeared—blades, spears, hammers, constructs of all kind—each forged from the fusion of purple lightning and pure nothingness.
And they were everywhere.
They filled every inch of Sylphira's domain, raining down like the wrath of a divine executioner.
The air thickened. Electric. Deadly. Purple lightning danced across the sky, weaving between the falling weapons. To be touched by one... was death. To even look too long at them?
Madness.
And wrapped around it all was that whisper of void, of erasure—of something that didn't kill you, but removed you from existence.
The puppets looked up.
Even the mundanes. Even the ones too dumb to think. They stared.
Because above them wasn't war—it was vengeance.
And in that moment... it truly did look like a demon had come to collect.
But Noah didn't care about any of that.
Because while all hell broke loose around them, he punched.
Straight into Sylphira's face.
BAAAM!
She didn't take it.
A puppet intercepted the strike—but Noah didn't stop just like expected.
His left hand shifted, this time becoming a swirling storm of soul power and raw emotion.
He punched again. And again. And again.
Noah unleashed everything. Every skill, every technique, every ounce of combat he had mastered, and it all flowed into this vicious, hand-to-hand brawl that cracked the realm apart.
Everywhere the weapons fell became instant death zones, zones ruled by lightning and void, by destruction and silence.
Cries echoed. Pleas. Screams.
Some dropped to their knees, begging. Ready to betray Sylphira without hesitation.
Others cursed, asking what they had done to deserve such wrath.
But Noah didn't hear them.
He was locked in, fully locked in, his mind focused on the enemy in front of him. And every time he struck, the space around him fractured. Time meant nothing. The world stuttered under the pressure of his movements.
The puppets surrounded him.
They struck from all sides.
Noah blocked with ice, countered with flame, severed with sword, devoured with void. Each skill carried a fragment of his will, and even as he moved on, those fragments would strike again before dissipating.
And Sylphira kept trying. Again and again, her will pierced toward his mind, trying to make him hers.
But he was ready.
Every attempt met a wall.
His mind was a fortress, reinforced by void, fire, ice, celestial shields, soul seals, and his ever-watchful Severing Sword. No matter what she tried—he stood firm.
Their fight transcended speed. Billions of strikes in a nanosecond. Their fists created shockwaves that unraveled space, warped gravity, tore through causality.
Noah was struggling.
He was thrown, slammed, torn. His silver-white clothes shredded. His blood spilled onto ground that no longer felt real.
But he always healed.
He always stood back up.
His body kept shifting—affinity to affinity, phase to phase—keeping his style unpredictable, his movements chaotic, his strikes impossible to read.
Around him, space froze, ignited, or ceased to exist entirely.
And every time the formless being tried to rewind time—
It failed.
Because Noah was using the Severing Sword not to attack people...
But to cut through the concept of time itself.
He fought on all fronts. He defended his body. He maintained his mind. He severed time. He directed death.
And all of it, with a wild smile carved across his face.
He was enjoying himself.
Even when a puppet finally landed a lucky strike, poisoning him, halting his regeneration, Noah just kept going.
Wounds bloomed across his body. Blood streamed freely.
But he didn't stop.
The battle raged on. The sky turned bright red, swirling with ominous energy.
And Sylphira, for all her power, for all her pride—began to notice.
Her puppets were weakening.
Their strikes weren't hitting as hard.
Their movement slowed.
She didn't understand at first, still too locked in combat to think clearly. But her will was strong. Her mind quick.
And eventually, she connected the dots.
The title.
Her eyes widened, her entire expression shifting, as she turned toward Noah with new eyes. Because naming things...?
That kind of power... she had never seen it before.
It was rare for Sylphira to be surprised.
But now, she was thrilled.
Excited.
Hungry.
And so—
"Domain: The Realm of Puppet."
The words dropped like thunder.
And in that instant, the entire previous domain vanished.
Replaced.
They now stood within a reality sculpted from constructs—some humanoid, some beastly, some mechanical, others incomprehensible.
But all of them... were puppets.
Even the space itself. Even the time. Even the very air.
All of it was hers. All of it obeyed.
A world where even a breath could betray you. Where your heartbeat might be commanded to stop.
Noah looked around.
Still poisoned. Still bleeding.
And then,
He smiled crookedly.
"...Let me show mine too."
His voice cracked, blood in his throat.
Then—
"The Genesis."
And in a heartbeat,
Everything was overwritten.
—End of Chapter 247—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC248: Shadeva & Ebony
Chapter 248: Chapter 248: Shadeva & Ebony
Chapter 248 – Shadeva & Ebony
At the same time Noah was battling the youngest Original, Shadeva was standing face to face with her sister.
Something that completely caught Ebony off guard, so much so that, for a moment, she genuinely doubted her own senses.
For a moment... she actually questioned whether she, a Law Creator rank, was having a vision problem. That's how shocked she was.
Shadeva, however, didn't say a word. She just sat there, composed, legs crossed elegantly atop a simple chair made of shadows all while gazing at Ebony with quiet intensity, waiting for her to come back to herself.
And it didn't take long.
Ebony gathered her composure, though her voice trembled as she finally spoke.
"B-Big sister?" she said.
Just two words. But those two simple words nearly shattered Shadeva's composure—nearly made her throw away her cold front, jump from her seat, and embrace her little sister.
Because gods...she missed her.
She wanted nothing more than to hug her tightly and tell her she loved her, that she had never stopped loving her.
But she couldn't.
Because beneath the love, beneath the longing, there was pain. There was anger. There was bitter disappointment.
She didn't understand.
Why?
Why seal her?
Why betray her like that?
Shadeva had never once shown any sign of wanting to rule, of turning against them.
Every shadow she'd gained had come from those she killed to protect them. She had fought for them. She had bled for them.
So why?
"...Why?" Shadeva finally asked, her voice steady on the surface but laced with the raw ache of betrayal underneath.
Ebony heard it. Felt it. And it pierced her heart.
But still—
"It... it was necessary," Ebony said quietly, lowering herself onto a simple wooden chair across from Shadeva.
Shadeva frowned.
"Necessary for what?"
But Ebony didn't answer.
Instead, she countered with a question of her own, one that weighed heavy on her tongue.
"Who freed you?" she asked. "And... why are you helping strange beings destroy your own home?"
Shadeva smiled...not out of joy, but because the irony was suffocating.
"You really haven't changed," she said softly.
"You're still that same woman who, whenever something irregular happens, drops every emotion, every feeling, and chases only the answer she wants to hear."
She shook her head.
"You say that like it's a flaw," Ebony responded sharply.
"But it's not. Knowing what you're dealing with, understanding the reason behind actions, that's what makes survival possible. That's what made me strong enough to be feared across the universe."
There was pride in her tone. Cold, firm, unyielding pride.
Shadeva tilted her head slightly.
"And what if you're faced with something you can't understand?"
"What if you stand before a being that can shatter every calculation you've made, every contingency you've prepared for, and render them meaningless?" she asked, leaning in.
"Do you think you'll win by being smart?"
Ebony didn't answer at first. Her silence was loud. But then,
"I wouldn't provoke such a being. I'm not stupid," she said flatly.
Shadeva smiled coldly.
"Then you've already failed."
She stood up slowly, her voice now like frost in the air.
"I don't believe Mortis or Sylphira would've chosen to seal me on their own. You were the catalyst."
"And I know you, Ebony. If you really did all this—then you had your reasons. Reasons you refuse to share."
The air grew darker.
The light dimmed.
And Shadeva's tone became absolute.
"But you'll tell me everything today. From the beginning to the end."
Ebony met her gaze without flinching.
"With your World Dominator strength?" she said, unimpressed.
Shadeva didn't reply with words.
Instead, the space around them began to writhe as figures emerged from every shadow—beings of darkness in all forms and shapes. First thousands, then millions, then billions. A tide of shadows, endless and deep.
But Shadeva wasn't done.
More figures appeared.
The population of the City of Order. All of them, every single one, stood behind Shadeva like silent guardians. Even the Watchers of the Order... had fallen.
Ebony's eyes widened in disbelief.
Her people.
All of them.
Since when?
"...You've been here... in my domain since the beginning?" she whispered.
Shadeva just smiled.
"Go," she ordered.
And immediately,
"By your will, Mother of Shadows."
"By your orders, Mother of Liberation."
The response came like a war cry from the collective throat of an army.
And then,
The entire domain of Ebony was swallowed in darkness.
A darkness so profound, so potent, it infected every fiber of the domain and transformed it.
Everything became shadow. Buildings, streets, light, living beings—gone. All melted into black ichor that flowed like a river.
And so,
The battle between two sisters began.
...
Meanwhile,
Aerica stood in silence, staring at Eric with an expression twisted by conflict.
She didn't speak. She didn't move. Her emotions warred inside her.
Eric asked again, voice steady despite his injuries.
"What's your answer?"
"Will you choose me or your loyalty to Mortis?"
Aerica flinched.
It wasn't that she didn't know what she wanted.
She wanted Eric.
She wanted to be with him. To feel that warmth again. To laugh beside him. To make him smile. To hold him and keep him.
She... truly, verily, and completely wanted to choose him. To stay by his side.
Forever, if needed.
But...
She couldn't just abandon the loyalty she had forged over eons.
She couldn't betray the trust given to her especially not by someone who respected her, appreciated her, empowered her.
The conflict tore her apart.
Her heart and mind clashed, grinding against each other like tectonic plates—relentless and unyielding.
Until she snapped.
With eyes heavy with turmoil, she gently pulled Eric into her arms—his broken, injured body cradled against her chest.
And then, in a soft yet obsessive voice that trembled with both love and madness—
"If... if you keep going like this, my love..." she whispered, "I'll just imprison you in my home. Forever."
She clutched him tighter, so tight his bones creaked, threatening to snap.
Her eyes welled with tears. Her lips curled into a manic, devoted smile.
"Is that what you want?" she asked, her voice trembling between desperation and obsession.
Eric, unable to move and feeling the crushing grip around his chest, cursed inwardly.
'Fuck. Did I go too far?'
—End of Chapter 248—
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Chapter 249: Chapter 249: Powerless Against Obsession
Chapter 249 – Powerless Against Obsession
Eric didn't know what to say or do at this point.
If he said no and stayed firm on his decision, he might actually get imprisoned for life, judging by how serious Aerica looked.
And that's when Eric learned another important lesson. A lesson he wouldn't have been able to understand unless he lived through this exact situation.
A simple lesson, really—one that says: Don't pursue obsessive women if you don't have the power to handle them.
Because if you don't, they will handle you. And most of the time, to not say every time, the way they handle you will not be in your favor.
At that thought, Eric couldn't help but gain a bit more respect for Noah deep inside his heart.
That guy could handle all those crazy women like it was nothing. Like it took zero effort.
He sighed inwardly and focused back on the present.
Looking at Aerica's unhinged face, Eric shook his head softly.
"Imprisoning me without my consent will weaken me day by day... and slowly make me hate you," he said in a quiet but serious tone.
Aerica shivered instantly.
Just hearing that last part of his sentence made her tremble uncontrollably.
To not be loved by him?
The very thought of it... it wasn't just painful, it was unthinkable. Unbelievable.
Because now, she could no longer live without Eric's love.
And realizing she was back in a position of weakness, Aerica accepted her fate and almost wished to die and be done with it.
Because she could neither betray her lord nor live without Eric.
At the end, death was the only least painful outcome in this situation.
That's...what love can do.
But then... Eric's voice echoed again.
"I have a proposal. If you win... I'll be yours, unconditionally. You can imprison me for all I care."
That alone made Aerica's head snap up, her entire being focused fully on him in an instant.
"What? What is it?!" she asked excitedly, like a young girl getting a yes from her crush for the first time.
But Eric didn't answer.
Instead, he suddenly disappeared and reappeared miles away from her.
At the same time, new presences started to manifest around them.
Rouge. Malrik. And...
"...Hm. World Dominator rank, huh," Selene muttered as she appeared, her eyes fixed on Aerica, who immediately frowned.
"Selene Weaverheart. The mother of that friend of mine," Eric introduced casually.
"Rouge and Malrik. A weird and unexpected couple," he added flatly, making both of them twitch in irritation.
"Win against us," he said, "and I'll do whatever you want."
Aerica didn't need to hear more.
The moment those words left his lips, her body was instantly wrapped in a dust-like aura, it looked like shadow, but not quite.
It was dark, but streaked with red glows here and there, faint and eerie.
And just being near her now, all of them felt the corrosive nature of her power pressing down on them.
Aerica's face was now fully focused. Her eyes hardened like a woman about to go to war to save her husband.
Just as she was about to act and ignite this fight so she could win her love—
"Hey," Eric suddenly said, "my name is Eric, by the way."
And those words?
They completely threw her off.
She froze mid-step, just a second of stunned hesitation.
But what a mistake.
Selene was already in front of her.
In her hand was a blue lotus.
Before Aerica could react, the lotus had already been pushed into her chest, and what followed next, shocked even her.
She expected a bit of coldness.
But what she was feeling now wasn't even close of what she expected.
She was coldness.
As a blue lotus tattoo bloomed on her forehead, her body, her blood, her organs...everything inside her began to freeze.
Even the very space around her, in a radius of three miles, was frozen in place.
Time stopped. Space stopped.
She was caged in a frozen world where only ice existed.
A timeless life of silent death.
But they weren't done.
They couldn't be done—not when facing a World Dominator rank.
Rouge and Malrik acted next.
A massive war hammer made entirely of blood materialized in Rouge's hands.
At the same time, a foul, black aura of death engulfed the weapon, blending blood and death into one.
She didn't hesitate.
The very moment she was within striking distance,
She didn't strike once.
She struck hundreds of times within two seconds.
BOOOM.
Shockwaves exploded from every swing, distorting the land and shattering the space itself with each strike.
Aerica didn't move, she couldn't after all.
And the first blow landed.
BOOOOM!
The sound was cataclysmic—so loud that if anyone under SS Rank heard it, their eardrums would've exploded on the spot.
But that was just the beginning.
Strike after strike landed cleanly, perfectly.
And when the final strike came Rouge narrowed her eyes, tightened her grip, and with all her might,
She swung.
The frozen lotus cracked, then shattered entirely.
And just as her hammer touched Aerica's skin,
"Blood Explosion," Rouge muttered.
At the same time,
"Death Spear," Malrik intoned.
And also,
"Shadowless Slash," Eric whispered coldly.
And lastly,
"Frozen Will," Selene said without mercy.
Four techniques.
Three of them at SSS rank.
One... at Mythic rank.
And what followed was something the minds of mundane beings couldn't even begin to comprehend.
The space around them bled.
Thick black mixed with red liquid, pouring like the world itself had been torn open by something profane.
A scent of death so strong, so overpowering, that for a moment—
The entire outside world turned into a dead zone.
Death. Decay. From sky to soil.
Eric's slash came next—and in its wake, the very realm of shadows lost its title, because for a terrifying instant...
There were no shadows left.
None.
And then came Selene's skill.
And oh... how dreadful it was.
Because when it activated, it didn't just freeze things,
It froze everything.
Time.
Space.
Fate itself.
So many techniques used in a single moment, all with destructive precision—shattering the very laws of the world.
The landscape collapsed into itself.
Ripped and torn apart before being devoured by a cold that didn't just freeze flesh—it froze life itself.
And when it was all over?
There was nothing.
Only chaos.
Only entropy.
And all of that...
Had happened in less than 10 seconds after the battle began.
—End of Chapter 249—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC250: Winter…had come.
Chapter 250: Chapter 250: Winter...had come.
Chapter 250 – Winter...had come.
Not even a nanosecond had passed, but the destruction was already off the charts. They had spammed skills and techniques with the intention to kill, even if Eric didn't like that, there was no other choice.
Because they were fighting a World Dominator rank, and if they didn't strike to kill, they wouldn't even be able to pass the passive barrier her divine body granted her.
The space and the landscape around them were completely ruined. They didn't leave anything—whether alive or not, whether solid or abstract—in one piece.
Everything was torn apart, compressed, frozen... and after all that,
"Arise," Malrik's voice echoed as he raised the dead around him while at the same time calling upon his death army from the realm of death. Soon, the space was flooded with the stench of death.
Malrik looked at the collapsed space, time, and even the shredded threads of causality in front of him.
The sight was horrific and mystical at the same time—but all he, and the others too, cared about was the being inside that broken space.
But the answer was obvious, they could still sense her presence, as strong as ever. If anything... it only kept getting stronger.
Soon, the shadow realm itself acted, healing its surroundings with speed faster than light, restoring space back to its stable form and finally, they saw how Aerica was faring.
And as they looked at her, or what they assumed was her, they couldn't be sure anymore.
Because the only thing in front of them was a cloud of dark grey dust that seemed to phase in and out of existence.
"Ah... my love... this harsh...?" A feminine voice, filled with deep love but also obsession, echoed through the now empty, fractured landscape.
Aerica's voice.
Soon, the dust began to gather, and from it Aerica's body was reconstructed still as beautiful and deadly as ever, without a single wound.
She didn't look at anyone else.
Only Eric.
"Do you mean your words?" Aerica asked, her heart beating with hope and unfiltered eagerness.
At the same time, she raised one single slender finger and blocked a slash made by one of the Death Knights.
She turned her head, looked at it with an expressionless face, and then let her gaze fall on the rest of the undead standing behind Malrik.
"Don't interrupt me when I speak to my love. This is your first warning..."
She said it softly, before flicking her finger nonchalantly and immediately dust erupted from it and shot toward the undead with speed beyond mere SSS-rank comprehension.
"...but also, your last."
BOOOOM!
The moment the dust touched the undead, they exploded in a fury of light-gray flames, burning them all to ash in a matter of seconds.
Then, without the slightest care for what she had just done, she turned her gaze back to Eric and instantly, her cold, blank expression faded, replaced by eyes brimming with love.
"Were you serious, my love? Will you go with me if I win?" she asked again.
This time, no one interrupted her.
Selene, standing at the side, watched calmly, even silently rooting for Aerica. She liked this kind of girl very much.
So, she didn't say anything. She simply observed.
'You do know you might die if she truly decides to go for the win, right?' Luminira's voice echoed in her head.
But Selene's answer was instant and unshaken.
'I won't die. And also, it's your turn to act. So get out.'
And at the same time, Eric responded,
"Yes," he said truthfully. Because if they lost, it's not like he could save himself from this woman's clutch anyway, so he simply accepted.
But what a mistake.
Because after all Eric had done to her, Aerica had long surpassed the limit she could endure without him at her side, so,
Right now, she was extra motivated to finish the fight quickly. In one attack.
So Aerica didn't say anything else.
She just...
"Domain: Shallowed Dust."
...activated her Domain.
And the moment she did, the space around them was flooded with dust that swallowed them whole, dragging them into a realm of dust.
But it wasn't ordinary dust, this dust devoured mana and disrupted the mind, corroding thought itself. The longer you remained inside, the less energy you had to fuel your skills, and the more your mind was weakened...until you could do nothing.
And already, the group was starting to feel the effects creeping in.
Sensing how dire the situation had become, Luminira finally decided to appear, manifesting in her white cat form with glowing purple eyes on Selene's shoulder.
She looked at Aerica for a long moment, then sighed and leapt down, walking toward her with slow but confident steps.
Aerica looked at her with calm amusement. 'A divine beast, huh.'
And the more Luminira walked, the colder this dust-filled world became until finally, when she was just a couple of meters away....
"Divine Beast Transformation – Ba'astara of Frigid End."
And,
Winter came.
...
At the same time, a duo of destruction had just appeared atop the massive Castle of Mortis.
"How do you think we should make our entrance?" Red asked, eyes gleaming with bloodlust and war.
And indeed, she was The Elysiari of War, the only one in Noah's group with such an affinity.
War.
That's why right now, with battle erupting all across the realm, Red was at her peak after all she was empowered by the tension, the conflict, the anticipation.
She didn't want anything else.
Just war.
She was still only a Supreme rank, since she hadn't gained influence in Laeh yet, but her combat ability... even Aphasia and the others were wary of it.
Because she was relentless.
Because she was war incarnate. She didn't need to think, she knew instinctively how to fight to win.
Anya at her side bore the same expression. She too wanted nothing more than destruction. And so,
"You know my ways," Anya said, raising her hand. "Everything I do must be linked to destruction. That's why..."
She paused.
Red didn't need instructions, she raised her hand too, as if already knowing what was coming.
"Let's destroy this castle, shall we?" Anya said with a half-smile, before whispering:
"Vaelgrim's Style – The Pit of Chaos."
Red followed, voice low and calm,
"Vaelgrim's Style – The Drum of War."
And then,
A deep, abyssal, hollowed pit opened beneath the Castle of Mortis, releasing a heavy energy of destruction that cracked and destabilized space and time, swallowing the entire castle whole.
At the same time, a goddess-like illusion appeared in the sky of the shadow realm. She wore battle armor and resembled Red closely. That illusion opened its mouth wide and let out a shout and instantly, a sudden drumbeat with a deep, war-driven melody echoed through almost all of the shadow realm, causing enemies below SSS rank to collapse unconscious.
The Castle of Mortis crumbled like it was made of sand.
And in that very moment,
"WHO DARES?"
A deep and furious voice of an Original echoed through the entire realm, so powerful that even the realm itself began to corrode.
Including Anya and Red.
—End of Chapter 250—
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Chapter 251: Chapter 251: Corrosion and Command
Chapter 251 – Corrosion and Command
It was inevitable.
The voice of an Original, especially one so furious, was not something a simple Mythic rank could ever hope to defend against.
So the moment that voice touched them, Red and Anya began to corrode immediately. The space around them turned black, its surface peeling like rotting skin. It was an eerie sight. Space itself flaking, as if it too had flesh that could decay.
Their bodies mirrored the scene. Layers of flesh peeled off in strips, black and foul blood spilling from every inch of their skin. The pain? Astronomical.
But neither of them screamed. Neither flinched nor grimaced.
Instead, they observed the transformation, eyes sharp, focused and curious even. It was like they were trying to peel back the secret behind the pain, trying to understand the corrosion as it happened to them.
And indeed, they were.
Red and Anya weren't idiots. They might revel in destruction and war, but they knew their limits.
They knew that facing an Original at Law Creator rank meant defeat was more than probable, it was carved in stone.
But that didn't mean they couldn't learn.
And as the saying went, you grow the most when you're cornered. So they decided to try. To learn. To experiment.
After a few seconds of excruciating observation,
"Destruction," Anya muttered, tracing the source of the corrosion within her body, bending that force back onto itself. The rot collapsed. Her flesh began to reform and becoming normal again.
"War," Red said next. And the conflicting sources of corrosion inside her were suddenly at war, clashing, ripping each other apart. By the time they were done, her body too was reverting, slowly, back to normal.
Coincidentally, just as they stabilized, Mortis appeared.
His expression was carved with anger, but beneath it... deeper irritation.
And that irritation spiked when, unbelievably, he saw one supreme rank and mythic rank in front of him.
He could kill them all in a heartbeat and return to what mattered, but even that small detour, that little bit of time wasted traveling here, killing, then heading back, was time he should've spent working toward his actual goals.
Instead...
"You... You're bold to come at me as mere Mythic ranks," Mortis said coldly.
His body became enveloped in a corrosive black aura so dense and ancient that time, space, even destiny itself around him began to rot, liquefy, dissolve.
Then he moved.
One moment he stood before them. The next, he was between them, without warning.
He raised both arms wide, palms facing Red and Anya.
And in a voice calm and quiet, almost casual—
"Corrosive Pulse."
A violent black wave exploded from his hands and slammed directly into their faces before they could react.
Then came the brutality.
With a backflip, he kicked Anya in the face so hard a deep, sickening crack echoed across the field like death knocking on a door.
And in the momentum of that same flip, he spun the opposite way and drove his foot straight into Red's stomach. The impact was so powerful her internal organs twisted, some ruptured, others switched places from the sheer violence.
BOOM.
They slammed into the ground, side by side, the crash splitting the earth beneath them.
They tried to speak, to lift their heads, but Anya's face was mangled—horrifically so. Her jaw hung limp, her skull dented, her face disfigured beyond recognition as blood shimmered and spilled down in waves.
Red wasn't in better shape. She clutched her stomach like she wanted to dig her fingers inside and tear out the pain itself. Blood gushed from her mouth and nose, coughs wracking her broken ribs, breath shallow and erratic.
'We'll die at this rate...' Anya's voice echoed into Red's mind, raw and rattling.
Red twitched slightly, then replied with that same wild grin in her mind.
'I think you'll die first, for sure.'
The answer made Anya exhale...not relief, not joy, but something. A sliver of calm.
She was talented. Dangerous. But she was still young, still learning. And in her corner stood a woman more than a century old.
It helped.
And so, Anya decided.
'Let's use our domains. We don't stand a chance otherwise.'
Her body began to regenerate—slowly, painfully. She rose, blood still dripping, skin still torn.
Red stood too, her expression sharpened, her gaze locked on Mortis who now floated above them, looking down like a god peering at foolish mortals trying to touch the stars.
"You're persistent, I'll give you that," Mortis said, his voice steady, eyes studying them.
He could have attacked again while they spoke, thinking he didn't notice. But he did notice. He just didn't care.
Because now, he was thinking of something else.
Recruitment.
If Mortis had a hobby, it wasn't murder. It was gathering talent—commanders, killers, warriors worthy enough to lead in his name.
Not out of some noble dream.
But because he was lazy.
He wanted others who could handle everything without bothering him. He wanted monsters to solve his problems for him.
So he offered it.
"Become my commanders. I'll spare you. I'll even reward you. Territories, resources, anything you gain will be yours. I don't care about any of that." Mortis proposed calmly, his voice was sincere.
And it was.
Mortis never lied. Especially not to weaker beings. He simply had no reason to.
Red and Anya blinked once.
And then, they smiled.
Not a small smile. A wide, deep, vicious smile.
Then in perfect sync—
"Sorry, we can't serve any man but our husband. So we'll have to politely decline your tempting offer."
They meant every word.
And without another moment wasted, they activated their domains.
"Domain: Sanctuary of Annihilation." Anya declared.
The battlefield vanished, swallowed by a realm of destruction energy so unstable that the air itself began to burst and scream. In the center stood a castle—its roof open, its throne exposed—black, ancient, and seething with the very force of annihilation.
Then came Red's turn.
"Domain: Realm of Bloody War."
Instantly, the two domains fused.
Destruction.
War.
Blood.
And something new was born.
Not a combination.
Not a merger.
But a collision.
A chaotic blend that shouldn't exist....a realm where war, blood, and annihilation intertwined, devoured, and reformed. A reality that wanted to rip itself apart and unleash something far more primal.
Only one thing could be born from this fusion,
Madness.
Unfiltered, roaring, howling madness.
A madness so deep it wanted to tear through the seams of reality and bring forth one single truth...
The end of all things.
—End of Chapter 251—
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Chapter 252: Chapter 252: Mortis
Chapter 252 – Origin of Corrosion
It was a realm of destruction, of war and bloodshed.
Mortis found himself in that realm. In a realm where even breathing could cause you damage, as everything was at war, everything was destroying itself, and everything was bleeding.
It was a combination of domains that Mortis had never seen in his entire life. And he had lived many, many years.
So he looked around curiously.
He was impressed by the power and talents of these two young women, and he could see it, that if they grew stronger and achieved the same rank as him...
'Then I will probably lose against them.' Mortis thought calmly as he raised his head and saw Red and Anya, both of them sitting on thrones. One was made of someone's conceptual power, and just by seeing it, Mortis felt a very particular feeling rise inside of him.
The feeling to go to war... with himself.
But it wasn't alone, as the throne of Anya gave him the same type of feeling, just this time it was to destroy himself.
He stayed silent for a while, puzzled about how these young women could influence his mind, even if he was inside their domain.
It was inconceivable.
And that's why Mortis finally decided to end this fight.
'I hate ridiculous surprises. Better finish this quickly and then at the same time kill all the rest of the intruders in my domain.' Mortis decided sternly before his face changed and became as hard as steel.
"I gave the chance to be greater than anything you all can imagine. I gave you the opportunity to look down on thousands of years and to control all of them... but you denied because of what?"
Mortis started to speak while at the same time walking towards them in a slow and steady manner.
The realm responded to him as hands of blood, destruction energy, and war surged toward him, affecting his body and also his mind.
And the closer he got to Red and Anya, the more these burdens became intensified.
But Mortis barely paid attention to them. He just kept walking.
The first two steps didn't make any sound.
The third step started to echo through the domain.
The fifth step started to make the ground tremble like an earthquake.
At the tenth step, the whole domain was shaking.
And he still continued, taking steps leisurely but with confidence and strength that destroy worlds.
Red and Anya didn't say anything. They simply stood from their thrones before the thrones dissolved and wrapped around their bodies like a second skin.
Soon, they each had armor and weapons in their hands.
For Anya, it was black armor with red threads weaving around it in a chaotic, erratic, and destructive manner. She held in her hand a spear made entirely of the very concept of destruction.
Only by its presence, the surrounding space started to destruct itself.
For Red, it was red armor with black threads weaving around in a very orderly and mystical way, creating some characters that looked like a complete language...and it was.
Because Red had created a language for herself.
A language she called the Language of War.
A language for now, only she could talk.
In her hand was a big and heavy red greatsword.
They stood there, their hands clenching their weapons tightly.
The moment Mortis took his fifteenth step, causing the domain to corrode even further, Red and Anya immediately shot forward at him with speed faster than thought.
In one terrifying instant, they were already on him, their hands rising in a killing strike.
The domain responded to their will and made Mortis's body so heavy and conflicted with different kinds of power that he became unable to use his power properly for a second.
But that second was enough for the two women to strike him a million times.
BOOM BOOM BOOM
Mortis was hurled backward at blinding speed, causing the air of the domain to tear itself apart from the sheer force.
Red dissolved into a pool of blood on the ground, while Anya took the sky with her wings.
She held her spear in a throwing position and, with surgical calculation and precision, she threw it at the place Mortis would soon be.
She anticipated his direction.
But Mortis was no amateur in battle. Before even reaching that spot, he created a spear made of corrosive shadow and threw it to intercept the incoming spear, before twisting his body unnaturally to avoid a strike coming from the ground.
He looked and saw Red, her bloody form pouring out from the ground.
He didn't say anything, just clicked his fingers, and a burst of fire exploded on Red's face. Then a black sword appeared in his hand as he slashed toward Red's neck, intending to kill her in one flawless strike.
TINK—
Mortis took a step back as his sword was deflected by a thrown spear.
Before he even had time to look toward the direction it came from, Anya was already in front of him, her hands shooting forward with blinding speed as she caught Mortis by the neck.
Immediately, her arm started to corrode and slowly crumble. But before her arm were completely destroyed,
She destroyed them herself.
"Explosion."
BOOOOOOMM!!
Anya detonated her own arms as Mortis was engulfed in a black flame of destruction that seemed to refuse to cease until it erased its target.
Anya took a step back, her whole arm and even half of her body destroyed. You could see at that point her organs and intestines visibly.
It was a disturbing sight.
But Anya's face didn't even falter. Instead, a small maniac smile sat on her lips, her eyes crazed as if, at this point, she didn't care about anything except destruction.
Even if it was on herself.
Red didn't look at her. She moved.
While Mortis was about to get out from the flame of destruction, the domain's space solidified around him, locking him in place for a moment, just enough time for Red to attack.
And attack she did.
The sky of the domain split open as a gigantic goddess of war with red hair and war-filled eyes appeared. In her hand was an absurdly large greatsword.
She pierced that greatsword into the unmoving Mortis on the ground, causing destruction to occur in this realm beyond measure.
Red took Anya in her hands and immediately distanced them from the heavy cloud of blood and destruction dust rising into the sky.
After a moment, the dust cleared, allowing the duo to see the scene in front of them.
It was Mortis.
His clothes were shredded in many parts, his hair disorganized, his body looking like that of a beggar, especially with the gaping hole in his stomach, and the black blood gushing out from his mouth.
He looked at Red and Anya calmly.
Then he sighed.
"Fine."
Those simple words made Red and Anya's bodies instinctively shudder with primal fear.
But the next words were worse. So much worse that their hearts dropped.
"Double Domain Activation: The Origin of Corrosion &..."
"...The Abode of Shadow's Son."
All hell broke loose.
—End of Chapter 252—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC253: Fear.
Chapter 253: Chapter 253: Fear.
Chapter 253 – Fear.
A double domain...
What a monstrous and unfair thing to have in a universe where domains are practically territories where your power is amplified to a whole new level, all while suppressing your enemies.
Now imagine stacking two domains like that onto one enemy.
Red and Anya had done it before—but they were two people. And no matter how synchronized they were, their fusion would never be seamless.
But Mortis...
Mortis had two domains of his own. One was the unique skill granted to him by Shadow. The other, the one he obtained himself after stepping into the Supreme rank.
And right now Mortis, in front of a Supreme-rank being and a Mythic one, had activated both of his domains simultaneously.
As a Law Creator rank, he was going in hard on these lower ranks.
Because they had earned Mortis's acknowledgment. They had proved... they could be a threat.
And there was one thing Mortis never played around with—threats.
Because he was too lazy to care once things got out of hand. If he saw even a flicker of danger, he would nip it in the bud before it grew into something real.
All to protect his peace. And that's exactly why—
Red and Anya suddenly found themselves in a world of shadows.
That was all they could think of.
Because everything around them was shadow. The air was shadow. The space was shadow. The ground... even the most elusive affinities—Time, Space, Fate, Destiny—they all seemed to be made of shadow. Deep, ancient, terrifying shadow.
The kind you wouldn't want to glimpse even under sunlight. The kind you'd run from, screaming.
And as they looked around, trying to understand, trying to find an exit, they realized...
Their bodies were starting to corrode.
A frown instantly formed on both their faces as they remembered Noah's words.
Everything Mortis corrodes in his domain...
"He gains a part of it..." Anya muttered, her voice shaking just a bit.
"Oh? Who told you about my Unique Skill?" Mortis's voice echoed through the domain and suddenly, like a curtain being pulled open, the shadows parted to reveal Mortis, sitting calmly on a throne made of condensed darkness.
He was now fully healed, his appearance pristine.
He looked at Anya with mild curiosity, wondering where she could have learned something so confidential that only his sisters and the Progenitors knew of that Unique Skill.
So... how?
Anya didn't answer. She didn't even have the breath to try. She was doing everything she could just to keep the corrosion at bay.
But Red... Red was suffering.
She was only at the Supreme rank, and being inside this domain was like being trapped inside her worst nightmare.
She was being corroded at an unbelievable pace and soon she would be completely devoured, even her soul burned away into nothing.
That thought sent a shock through her entire being.
The possibility of dying... was real. Too real.
She could feel it. She was going to die.
And her war affinity it didn't whisper this time, didn't show her a way to win. Because there was no way to win against a Law Creator as a Supreme rank.
And worst of all?
Mortis hadn't even used his Authority yet. He hadn't invoked his Law.
Only his Domains.
And already, they were crumbling like castles of sand. Like nothing but gifted power given too quickly to beings with weak foundations.
Red and Anya kept thinking about their odds, about the gap between them, all while fighting off the corrosion.
Mortis tilted his head.
"Answer. Or you'll die in the next second," he said coldly, his patience thinning.
And as soon as he spoke, the domain responded to his emotions growing more violent, more ravenous.
The corrosion deepened.
Anya tried to destroy it with her affinity power but it barely worked.
She had already lost her right arm and half of her face.
Red's condition didn't even need to be described. She tried to infect the corrosion with war itself, to turn it, consume it but her war concept was too low. Far too low.
Only the upper half of her body remained now and even that was crumbling fast.
They gritted their teeth, bloodshot eyes locked onto Mortis, who looked back at them without emotion.
"W-Who told us, huh...?" Anya finally rasped, her lips peeling away painfully, every word like tearing skin.
But still, she spoke.
"What do you think... Mortis?" she asked.
"D-Does anyone come to mind?" Red added, still grinning, even if...if you looked close enough, you could see it...
The fear in her eyes.
Not just hers.
Anya too.
They were afraid.
Not of death itself.
But of what they'd lose if they died.
And that's how it always was.
The more you held dear in this world, the more reluctant you'd be at the end.
Red and Anya didn't want to leave behind their husband. Their sisters. Their people. Their family...
They didn't want to leave all that behind.
And so, fear crept in.
But fear didn't stop them from acting.
Fear didn't make them break. Didn't make them beg.
Not because they were fearless. Yes, they were courageous, but more than that...
They were the wives of Noah Vaelgrim, The Absolute.
Could you even imagine the wives of The Absolute bowing down to another? Crying for mercy?
Nah... they couldn't.
And they wouldn't.
So, even when only their heads remained, eaten by corrosion inch by inch, they didn't cry.
They taunted.
"W-Who? Think more, Mortis..." Anya whispered louder now, trying to drown the fear that gripped her.
"Who could've told us in this whole damned universe?"
"WHO?" Red shouted, only half her face left, voice loud, as if to prove her strength before she vanished forever.
Mortis didn't answer.
But his mind was racing.
And the mind of an Original wasn't something mundane, because instantly, he connected the dots.
His sister being released...this sudden attacks...the fact someone knew his Unique Skill.
You didn't need to be a genius to see it.
"...Shadeva?" Mortis whispered, disbelief laced in every syllable.
But even if he only whispered, his emotions were loud.
And the domain became loud with him.
And in an instant, Red and Anya were consumed completely by the corrosion, leaving behind only flickering wisps.
Their souls.
And even those were being eaten—slowly, but surely.
Until suddenly...
A voice rang out through Mortis's domain, causing him to jolt upright, startled, scanning the space in disbelief.
A voice filled with power. With Authority beyond measurement.
A voice filled with...
Absoluteness.
"Epithet."
The whole domain paused. Even the shifting shadow didn't even budge. Because they sensed the weight and authority behind that voice. They sensed that they were not supposed to move when this words rang out.
Then,
"Anya, my dear cute destroyer... your name shall be The Undying Entropy."
"Red, my dear war lover... your name shall be The NeverEnding Warmonger."
And then—
DIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!
The Records...
Chimed.
—End of Chapter 253—
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Chapter 254: Chapter 254: How devious of you, Noah.
Chapter 254 – How devious of you, Noah.
It was... phenomenal, to be honest.
Noah had thought of multiple ways to save his wives if they ever found themselves in a situation where they might die. He'd thought long and hard. But in the end... he chose something unique.
Something that just came into his mind one day while he was taking a stroll.
The idea to install a name inside each of their souls, one that would activate in their most defining moment.
He embedded a name within each of them and created conditions for when and why they would receive it.
For Red and Anya, knowing who they were and knowing they would face Mortis, the condition he set was simple:
When their bodies are completely corroded.
And that's why, when only their souls were left... they received the title.
But truly, Noah was devious.
By giving them their titles at that specific moment, in a moment where they had done something worthy— like surviving against a Law Creator Rank long enough, even enduring the fusion of two domains...
Not only did the title increase their status, it also helped them bridge the gap.
The gap The Records needed to bestow such a title.
In simple terms...
Noah forced The Records to give titles to his wives.
And The Records...
{How devious of you, Noah.}
The words echoed through both domains, making Mortis blink in disbelief.
"...what the fuck?" he muttered, his mind struggling to keep up with the cascade of events.
But The Records didn't care about him.
They weren't here for him.
They were here because their favorite had played them and forced them to act.
But also...
{How wonderful, Noah.}
They were impressed. They were proud.
And once they'd expressed that pride,
They began their duty.
{Anya Vaelgrim, Elysiari of Destruction, you have received a title.}
{Title: The Undying Entropy.}
{Description: You will not die as long as there is destruction occurring around you—destruction of any kind, within the range of your perception.
You grow stronger the more destruction you cause and the more destruction surrounds you.
Continue to grow and evolve this title gifted by The Records' Favorite.}
This time, the voice was heard only by Anya and instantly, the corrosion of her soul stopped. Her body began reforming at an impossible pace.
Now,
{Red Bloodheart Vaelgrim, Elysiari of War, you have received a new title.}
{Title: The NeverEnding Warmonger.}
{Description: You will not die as long as there is war in any shape or form taking place around you, within the reach of your perception.
You grow stronger the more war is fought and the more you cause.
Continue to grow and evolve this title gifted by The Records' Favorite.}
And again, the same process repeated.
Red's body started to rematerialize, reconstructed in pure silence and absolute grace.
In less than a second, both of them were back, completely restored, without a single wound, without a trace of corrosion on their skin.
They stood still, stunned. Until memories began to bloom within their minds.
A memory of Noah visiting them in the quiet of night, when they were asleep... and placing the names and titles inside their souls before vanishing.
They slowly turned their heads to look at each other... and smiled.
"He's truly devious... he even manipulated our memories so we'd only remember after receiving it," Anya said, calmly drawing out her spear of destruction, turning toward Mortis who still hadn't processed what the hell had just happened.
Red smirked. "That's our husband. He's devious, wonderful, and..." her smile twisted into one of obsession and deep affection,
"...loving."
Because truly, she had no words to describe the weight of what she was feeling right now.
Because now, they could feel it.
Dying? Would be almost impossible in this war.
There was war everywhere.
And where there's war... there's destruction.
And where there's destruction... they lived.
But because of Mortis's domain, they hadn't been able to sense it fully.
Which is why,
While Mortis was still catching up, still reeling,
They struck.
Anya used her Authority.
"Reality Destruction."
Red followed immediately, using the Authority she gained upon stepping into the Supreme Rank.
"NeverEnding War of Blood."
The moment those words were whispered into the domain, while Mortis was unfocused, his double domains cracked.
Then, they shattered.
The shadows began to ripple, twisting as if they didn't know what to do...they were lost.
In one frightening instant, the entire double domain collapsed under the weight of two Authorities.
Anya and Red reappeared in the Shadow Realm and the moment their perception expanded...
They felt it.
Destruction.
War.
Everywhere.
And in real time, they felt themselves growing stronger... and harder to kill.
A smile broke across both their faces.
Meanwhile, Mortis had finally pulled himself together.
He now knew that his sister was involved. And there was a mysterious being named Noah at the center of all this.
He didn't know much but he knew enough.
And now, he was done playing nice.
Domains are obtained by completing the journey to Supreme Rank, built upon the final form of your SSS-rank domain.
And at Supreme Rank, you also gain an Authority.
From Mythic to World Dominator, what changes is your depth of power and how well you can integrate that Authority—how deeply you can align with your world, how much feedback you receive from the world itself.
But at Law Creator Rank...
You gain a Law.
If Domains are the spaces where your power thrives, and Authorities are divine permissions granted by The Records...
Then a Law... is something else.
It is a fundamental rule you inscribe into the universe.
When you create a Law, and when the universe accepts and integrates that Law...
You become part of the cosmos.
You gain influence. Power. Reach—on a scale others can't even imagine.
Mortis wasn't quite there yet.
His Law was only valid within the Shadow Realm but even that...
"Law – Law of Corrosion." Mortis said coldly.
...was already enough for this battle.
And instantly,
Everything between heaven and earth started to corrode.
Even other laws.
Even war.
Even destruction.
Mortis had made it so only the Law of Corrosion applied now.
No destruction. No war. No anything
Only corrosion.
And so...
"Fuck...!"
Red and Anya cursed in unison.
—End of Chapter 254—
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Chapter 255: Chapter 255: Worthless
Chapter 255 – Worthless
These fights weren't the only ones going on and these women weren't the only ones fighting for their world and their glory.
Each of them was fighting their own unique battle, in their own unique way.
Just like how Zara, Alice, and Neko were, at this very moment, face to face with one of Mortis's commanders.
He was a short man with a big beard. Plain black hair, normal black eyes, and on his back was a massive warhammer that clearly didn't match what a man of his size should be able to carry.
But the women knew better than to believe what their eyes saw.
Because sight can be fooled very easily.
But there is always one particular person in any trio that just can't shut up when it's time to shut up.
"Hahahah, Zara, Neko, look at this little guy trying to act cool. Isn't he cute?" Alice said, laughing loudly and without restraint.
Zara and Neko's lips twitched, but they weren't surprised.
Alice was known to be mischievous. Talkative. A girl who would comment on anything and everything.
But was that really surprising?
After all, Alice had spent dozens of years unable to speak properly. Dozens of years filled with agony and frustration. Dozens of years where she wished, every single day, that she could just speak.
But nothing came... until one fateful day, her life changed.
And when she finally could speak freely, when she tasted how delectable and intoxicating it was to use her voice...
She never stopped.
Because she knew, she understood, what a true blessing it was to speak.
Something most people take for granted.
To them, talking was just... normal. Not miraculous. Not worthy of reverence.
But to someone who had once been mute? Or someone who had stuttered for most of their life?
It's not just speech.
It's liberation.
But that's how life is...
'You never grasp how important something is until you lose it or you are deprived of it since the beginning.'
Zara and Neko thought the same thing in sync, remembering what Alice had once told them when they asked why she loved to talk so much.
They sighed in unison, shifting their focus back on the battle. because the commander seemed to have had enough of Alice's laughter.
"You... you want to die a painful death?" the man, Lewis, growled, his voice deep and full of rage.
It had been a long time since someone dared mock him like that. Seeing it now, he couldn't hold back.
Without wasting a second, Lewis drew his warhammer and struck at Alice with terrifying speed—aiming straight for her skull, intending to crush it.
Alice kept laughing... right up until the warhammer was an inch from her face.
Then—
A sudden burst of black flame spiraled in front of her, engulfing the warhammer entirely. A wave of sorrow permeated the air, catching Lewis off guard. His grip on the hammer loosened instinctively.
Jagged spears of black ice erupted from the sky, multiplying a hundredfold before raining down on him.
And at the same time, a red chain forged from pure, alien anger shot out and coiled tightly around Lewis's body.
A flood of wrath exploded from him as a result, unbearable, outrageous, maddening. He rampaged, his eyes going red.
That's when Alice acted.
She calmly stepped forward, reached out, and placed her delicate hand on his face,
SNAP—!
Lewis's eyes widened and this time, they turned completely normal.
The rage was gone.
'It was an act,' Alice realized, her eyes narrowing just as Lewis's hand lashed out with terrifying speed, aiming to strangle her on the spot.
But she was ready.
"Stop," Alice commanded and for one nanosecond, Lewis halted, confused.
She used that brief pause to break free and distance herself instantly.
The others didn't let that window go to waste.
Neko appeared in a burst of black flame before the still-staggered Lewis. In her right hand, she conjured a sword, entirely black and shrouded in a fog-like vapor, and thrust it straight at him.
Or at least, she tried.
CLANK—!
The blade was deflected by the dense black onyx armor hidden under his clothes.
But Neko didn't get discouraged. With her other hand, she released a burst of condensed black frost mixed with the same black flame and detonated it directly in Lewis's face.
BOOOOM!!!
A deafening explosion ripped through the surroundings.
Lewis was engulfed in fire and frost, his armor beginning to freeze and burn simultaneously in ways he had never imagined.
But it wasn't just him.
The very space around him darkened, cracks spreading across its surface like spiderwebs, as if the dimension itself would shatter at the slightest touch.
And in other spots, the space began to burn, literally.
Molten trails formed, dripping like fire from the very fabric of reality.
Space was burning.
It was a scene of chaos and wonder.
But it still wasn't over.
Zara hadn't moved.
Alice hadn't either.
And now...they did.
The two moved in unison.
They had known each other for a long time, and after becoming Noah's women, they had grown even closer, so much that they'd developed a unique combo technique between them.
A technique combining the power of word and emotion.
So while Lewis was still being scorched and frozen by Neko, they began.
Zara raised her hand, palm open to the sky. Instantly, power started to manifest and orbit around her fingers.
It was the concentration of every negative emotion she had ever felt, each one amplified to its peak.
She compressed them all into one artifact: a voice speaker.
It shimmered with chaotic colors, each one flickering with such intensity that even looking at it could shatter the mind of any SS-rank or lower.
Even the surroundings were affected—drenched in sorrow, pain, humiliation, hatred, so deep and potent that it felt like the air itself had turned into grief.
It felt like the world had been dipped into despair.
When the speaker was ready, Zara tossed it to Alice.
Alice caught it.
And just like anyone would use a speaker to amplify their voice...
She did.
She didn't say anything complex.
No fancy words.
Just one.
One single word, spoken softly, but it echoed with unimaginable weight...
"Worthless."
And,
The whole world screamed in agony as if it had been stabbed in its very soul.
It broke.
It shattered.
—End of Chapter 255—
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