HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC256: Worthless [2]
Chapter 256: Chapter 256: Worthless [2]
Chapter 256 – Worthless [2]
Worthless.
It was a simple word, but one that could break the hardest man alive... if the right conditions were met.
It was a word that could make you feel all the negative emotions in existence. You'd feel pain, jealousy, envy, anger, hatred... all boiling at the fact that you were, truly and utterly, worthless.
You would be angry at yourself, but even more than that, you would be angry at the world.
Because at the end of the day, it was never you who chose the standards that decided what made someone 'worth something.'
It was the world.
It was the world that imposed those standards on you.
And so, when Alice spoke that word, it wasn't just Lewis who felt its weight.
Even the world itself began to weep.
The atmosphere thickened instantly, heavy and oppressive. The sky of the shadow realm was already dark, but now it wasn't just dark... it was gloomy, like the entire realm was succumbing to emotion, like it too was collapsing beneath the weight of worthlessness.
Space shimmered unnaturally. The weeping didn't stop there—time itself paused, almost as if it needed a moment of reflection, to sit with its own failure, to grieve the weight of its own uselessness.
The trees, the rocks, even the grass... everything was affected.
Everything.
And that's when it began...
Rain.
A sudden, heavy downpour crashed down across the realm. The kind of rain that wasn't just water but emotion itself. Rain that spoke of everything stuck in a throat, unsaid. Rain that blurred invisible eyes, soaked invisible grief.
But all of this... all of this was just background noise.
Because Alice hadn't cast that word to strike the realm.
She had spoken it... to break Lewis.
So now, a question must be asked...
If the realm was like this... what about Lewis?
He was on his knees.
Clothes torn, his body half-burned and frozen by Neko. Charred skin and blackened cracks marked his flesh. His hands dug so tightly into his skull you could see the fingertips beginning to sink into his scalp.
His eyes were wide, but no longer black.
They were red, trembling violently, like a leaf caught in a hurricane.
Fear was etched into every part of his face.
His body shook uncontrollably, so violently it looked like he was phasing in and out of existence.
He was completely, utterly...
Afraid.
Neko, Alice, and Zara looked on in silence.
Indifferent.
Not an ounce of pity. No compassion. No mercy. No empathy.
Just... nothing.
They weren't here to be merciful.
They were here to make this realm cry.
To make it bleed.
Because this realm had done something vile to one of them, and it didn't matter who had pulled the strings.
Everything would suffer for it.
Unjust? Cruel? Unfair?
Yes.
Do they care?
Absolutely not.
And so, with faces that showed nothing but cold indifference, they walked forward, their wings spread behind them as they moved calmly through the sky.
Each wing was unique. Each horn was different.
Alice's wings and horns looked like they were made of leaves and trees, soft and oddly sacred.
Neko's, in contrast, were made of pure FrostFire—black flames coiled in jagged, frozen edges.
But Zara's... Zara's wings and horns looked like concepts made physical—constantly shifting between shades, reflecting the very emotion pulsing inside her.
And right now...
They were pale grey. Lifeless.
A color that could make even the strongest sink into despair just by being near it.
They stopped when they reached a certain distance from Lewis.
And then they heard it.
The whispers.
Lewis was mumbling under his breath, a chant repeated again and again—barely audible, but filled with desperation.
"I am worthy... mother, father... I am worthy..."
"I changed... I changed... I am worthy of your love... I am worthy of you..."
"Please... forgive me..."
Then he paused. His breath caught.
As if the next words were ones even he didn't dare to say out loud.
But Alice and Zara's combined skill made it impossible for him to resist.
The emotions within him overflowed so uncontrollably and violently that he finally muttered:
"...forgive me for... for killing you."
The trio raised their eyebrows.
A son... who killed his parents?
For what?
They didn't know. They didn't ask. They didn't care.
What mattered now was simple...
They knew what emotion to amplify to break this man completely.
Because World Dominator rank or not...
If your mind is weak, if your ego is fragile, if you've built your identity on lies, if you're a hollow shell refusing to face your own truth...
Then you are nothing.
You are worthless.
Because how can you fight in life, how can you win, if deep inside you've already lost?
You can't.
And Lewis was the proof.
He was World Dominator rank.
But here he was, reduced to a begging child, weeping for affection. All because three women refused to show him mercy and because his own soul was built on cracks.
And they weren't done.
Neko raised her hand and used her FrostFire, not to harm, but to numb.
She muted every good and positive emotion inside Lewis. Joy, love, hope—all gone.
Either frozen or burned by her.
Only the negative remained.
And with nothing to balance it, the weight became unbearable.
He broke further.
He wept.
He cried.
He begged again for forgiveness—for killing them, for destroying their souls.
Then Zara and Alice moved again.
They repeated their combo technique.
This time, Zara concentrated all her power into a single emotion.
She poured it into a voice-speaker.
And Alice, master of Word Magic, took it.
She amplified it and spoke,
"You are... guilty."
The words struck Lewis directly.
Straight to the mind.
His eyes went blank instantly.
He stopped trembling. He stopped muttering.
He stopped crying.
His body froze.
Not even breathing...dead inside.
Because his mind...his fragile, broken mind had finally shut down.
Lewis, a World Dominator Rank... had died.
Not by sword.
Not by fire.
But by guilt.
By emotion.
By the weight of unresolved feelings that festered, corroded, and consumed him from within.
Isn't that how it is?
Isn't that what happens across the worlds?
People dying, not by violence, but by the crushing weight of emptiness.
By pain.
By hatred.
By sadness.
By guilt they never resolved.
By wounds they would never let go of...or worse, never could let go of.
And what a shame.
Because if even a World Dominator rank could fall like this...
What about the mundane?
That is why the power of words... and the power of emotion... are so terrifying.
Because words can mend.
Words can break.
Words can shatter or uplift.
They can trap you in depression or make you believe you're worthless or they can make you believe you are the best of the world.
And wherever there are words, there are emotions.
Because no word is empty.
Every word comes with intent.
Every word is tied to a feeling.
Maybe that's why Zara and Alice are so close.
Because they complete each other.
Two women with similar powers, but different expressions.
And so...
After killing a World Dominator...
They completed their condition to evolve.
And a deep and unfathomable voice echoed across the space,
"Epithet."
—End of Chapter 256—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC257: Zara, Neko, Alice
Chapter 257: Chapter 257: Zara, Neko, Alice
Chapter 257 — Fountain, Beast and Sucker
"Epithet."
The word echoed like thunder amidst a raging storm. Instantly, time halted around them, and space froze, becoming almost visible—almost physical.
The little creatures nearby, witnesses to the pitiful death of a World Dominator, were locked in place. And even if they could move... they wouldn't dare.
That was the weight Noah's voice carried.
It surprised the trio, they hadn't expected it. And his next words left them not just stunned... but in awe.
"Zara, my dear fountain, your name shall be... The Seer of Self."
BADUM—!
Zara's heart skipped a beat as a torrent of information crashed into her mind.
Noah's voice continued.
"Neko, my dear loving and loyal beast... your name shall be... The Prime of Frostfire."
Neko's body pulsed, slow and rhythmic like a heart, and began to shift—taking on a form more primal, more sovereign.
And then finally,
"Alice, my dear sucker... your name shall be... The Voice of Infinite Reach."
Alice's throat burned, as if a celestial liquid fire had been poured inside her. Her hands flew to her neck instinctively, a sudden, irrational fear of losing her voice overwhelming her but it faded just as quickly.
The knowledge settled into her being.
The power. The title.
They thought it was over.
It wasn't.
Because now, after what Noah had done, the Records had no choice but to act.
They couldn't ignore it anymore. They had been forced.
Not only had the trio killed a World Dominator while still at Mythic rank... but the Epithets Noah bestowed had triggered something inside them.
Something ancient.
Something that made the Records stir.
And so... they responded.
{Zara Heartweaver Vaelgrim, Elysiari of Emotions, you have received a new title.}
{Title – The Seer of Self: You are the Seer of Emotions. You can perceive them like a tapestry laid bare before you. You can manipulate them in ways never seen before.}
{As long as there are beings with emotions around you... you cannot die. For you are emotion itself.}
Next...
{Neko Neko Vaelgrim, Elysiari of Frostfire, you have received a new title.}
{Title – The Prime of Black Frostfire: You are the first to wield the power of Black Frostfire. You are its Prime. None may command it unless you allow.}
{You have gained a Prime State—a condition in which you embody Black Frostfire. In this state, nothing can kill you unless they destroy the Concept Core that anchors this power within you.}
And finally,
{Alice Evergreen Vaelgrim, Elysiari of Words, you have received a new title.}
{Title – Voice of Infinite Reach: Your voice can touch anything. If your will is strong enough, no force can stand against your voice.}
{You will not die as long as there are people speaking within your perception.}
It was done.
The trio stood there—silent, stunned.
And then the memories returned.
They remembered Noah entering their rooms while they were asleep. They saw him struggling to choose the right words, debating on the perfect names to give them.
He almost dared to name Alice The Throat of Infinite Reach... because truly, Alice's throat seemed to be... quite infinite.
After the wave of realization passed, they all smiled. Softly. Lovingly.
"We have the best husband, don't we?"
Zara said, her voice a mix of awe and affection, as she gazed at the countless threads surrounding her—threads of emotion, weaving and dancing in forms and paths never seen before.
Each thread mirrored the unique shades of her eyes, depending on her mood.
They were hers to command.
A Weaver of Emotion. A Seer of Hearts.
She sighed again. Sometimes she really wondered what went on in Noah's mind to come up with names like these.
She wasn't the only one overwhelmed.
Neko too tested her new title by entering her Prime State, but only halfway.
The right side of her body had transformed into formless Black Frostfire, burning and freezing space and time at the same time.
She could feel its power and it was beyond explanation. Miraculous, even.
As for Alice... she was radiant.
Not just because of the power she gained—the ability to reach anything, anywhere, with her voice—but because that meant she could speak even more.
She imagined herself inside Laeh, while Noah fought inside a Forbidden Zone in the middle of nowhere, and her voice could still reach him, speak to him, comfort him, laugh with him.
'Ah... what bliss. This is so worth it! I need to test this with him.' Alice thought, giggling in her head.
But suddenly, all three of them stopped.
Their heads snapped toward one direction...
the place where Anya and Red were.
"The two troublemakers are in trouble, it seems," Alice muttered, cracking her neck.
"Well... they're facing an Original," Zara said, her eyes shifting through every hue as she read the emotional threads tied to Red and Anya. She raised her hands and started to weave the threads of emotions around her.
"To still be alive and fighting at this point, especially with Red only at Supreme... that's impressive."
To outside eyes, Zara's hands just looked like they were flailing randomly in the void.
It was quite a funny sight.
But Alice and Neko knew better.
Zara was weaving. She was reading. She was unraveling and binding the emotions of her sisters and even of Mortis himself.
"Nothing serious... based on what I'm reading," Zara finally said, her tone casual.
"But you know them. They are crazy bitches. We better move fast."
Her body erupted in a fury of lights, colors dancing like stars across the void, before she vanished.
Neko followed, her entire form morphing into pure Black Frostfire, shaped like a half-snowflake, half-flame before disappearing.
Only Alice remained.
She smiled gently.
"Make a way," she said politely.
And space listened.
A creaking, tearing sound echoed all around—like the groan of an ancient train, the worn wheels of a farmer's old cart, or the ripping of flesh after a torn muscle.
It was unpleasant.
But to Alice, it was beautiful.
Because to her, it was space answering to her words.
And she heard it clearly...
"By your orders... Holder of Voices."
—End of Chapter 257—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC258: Seekers
Chapter 258: Chapter 258: Seekers
Chapter 258 – Seekers
In another part of the Shadow Realm, Emily, Sophie, and Elira stood face to face with another of Mortis' Commanders.
This time, it was a woman with bright red hair and matching eyes. She was of average height, but her assets were anything but average—her body was curvy, striking, perfectly proportional in a way that made her presence almost too vivid to ignore.
She floated in the air, looking down at the three Mythic-rank beings standing in front of her. And yet, rather than fear, caution, or even hostility, there was something else that flickered in her gaze...
Curiosity.
"What is your Origin? What type of race are you?" the Commander, Lari, asked, her tone low but soaked in intrigue.
Before any of them could answer, she added, "If you tell me sincerely, I will let you all go without fighting. But only if the information is correct."
A thick black book appeared in her hand, its cover a strange mix of different races drawn in a style both harmonious and unsettlingly vivid. In her other hand, something that looked like a pen, though entirely formed from shadows, coalesced into being.
Then, a simple black chair manifested in the air beneath her. A floating table followed, adorned with food and pastries that steamed ever so slightly, their scent oddly calming.
She crossed her legs and looked at the trio again.
"Now you—!"
She paused, head tilting to the side as if she'd just remembered something important. Her eyes squinted, thoughtful, before a flicker of understanding passed through her face. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses materialized gently onto her nose, and she adjusted them with elegant ease before smiling warmly.
"Excuse me... now you may talk," Lari said, her left hand holding the shadow-pen like a professor ready for notes.
The scene stunned all of them. Whether it was Emily, Sophie, or Elira, none of them had expected this. They were prepared for a brutal, uncertain battle against one of Mortis' Commanders, a fight that would've likely cost them dearly, yet instead, they were met with someone clearly obsessed with races, genetics, and evolutionary history.
But soon, Elira and Emily both smiled.
Without needing a word, each conjured a chair of their own. For Elira, it looked like a wisp molded into the vague silhouette of a seat—something that seemed impossible to support any weight... but appearances lied, and Elira sat down on it easily, gracefully.
For Emily... well, her chair surprised even Lari.
Emily's affinity had always been lightning, much like her daughter's.
But if she wished to be the beginning of a new branch of Elysiari, she would need more than just that affinity—she would need something new. Either a whole new affinity or her affinity being altered.
And that's where Noah proved, once again, that he was far more than a simp back on Earth.
He told Emily about plasma. About lightning. About the fact that lightning was simply a visible manifestation of plasma, born from electrical discharges tearing through the atmosphere.
When he explained it, it was incomprehensible. None of them even knew where to begin.
But Noah, step by step, guided her—taught her the logic, the method, the madness needed to reach plasma.
Without a skill. Without a technique. Without a title.
Just her base lightning control—pushed to such a precise, overwhelming degree that she could burn the very air, causing molecular dissociation and plasma to form.
It was madness. A nearly impossible task.
And yet Emily had done it, after years of acharned effort, pain, and refusal to give up.
And now...
Emily, Elysiari of Plasma, sat calmly on a chair made of blue-white plasma, its light flickering with intense heat, its form dancing with instability, yet perfectly in control beneath her.
Only Sophie remained standing, which made three pairs of eyes shift toward her.
"Why are you not sitting?" Emily asked, a knowing smile curling on her lips.
"We are here to fight, not to talk around tea and pastries with an enemy," Sophie said coldly.
Elira shook her head softly. "Calm down, Sophie. We're all angry about what happened to Sari... but Noah is going to take care of it. And you know him..."
She smirked with a glint of nostalgia.
"It will extremely difficult even impossible to find anyone across the universe pettier and more vengeful than him."
"So calm your heart, and let's make a friend," Elira said, turning her eyes to Lari—who was not listening, too busy sketching each of them with frightening accuracy in her black book.
Clearly, her talent for art was nothing short of phenomenal.
'Are you not a ruler? An Empress? my daughter? Didn't you learn that making allies is one of the most important arts? Not everyone needs to be an enemy. And not every enemy must stay that way.'
'Some can become allies... if only you offer them something valuable. Something only you can give.'
Emily's voice echoed through Sophie's mind, a memory from a lesson painfully earned during her war against Rome—one that helped her turn even her enemies into trusted confidants.
It was easy.
Just give them something they want.
And they'll stay with you forever.
Sophie exhaled, reluctantly. Then, without another word, she created a chair of red lightning and sat.
It was a strange scene.
Beneath the heavy dark sky of the Shadow Realm—a sky that devoured light and seemed desperate to drown the entire world in endless black—three distinct women sat on chairs entirely their own, side by side, while facing a shadow with bright red hair and eyes who drew them in a massive black tome with a childlike joy in her face.
A weird sight indeed.
But... an interesting one, nonetheless.
And then...
"Tell me... what are you?" Lari asked again.
And this time... this time, the women answered.
"What are we, huh...?" Elira began, a sly smile tugging at her lips.
"Well, it's actually quite a simple question," Emily added, her blue-white plasma eyes glowing intensely, the very air around her beginning to heat.
Then, in perfect harmony, they spoke—
"We are the Vaelgrims."
"We are the Elysiari."
"We are the ones who walk toward perfection."
And at that moment, as if struck by a revelation not of this realm but one whispered by the cosmos itself—they spoke in a voice that wasn't just one, but all three:
"We are... The Seekers of Infinite Evolution."
The instant those words left their lips, the space around them trembled—not from power, but from conviction.
Because the words weren't said casually.
They were believed.
They were truth.
And so, the universe responded.
The Records responded.
And this time, their voices echoed in the minds of all Vaelgrims, in both Laeh and the Shadow Realm:
{Your family has received a title. A title others may now call you by. A title worthy of your name.}
{You, the Vaelgrims, are now... The Seekers of Infinite Evolution.}
A pause.
Then...
{We... we are amazed by you, O Seekers.}
—End of Chapter 258—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC259: What a heavy burden
Chapter 259: Chapter 259: What a heavy burden
Chapter 259 – What a heavy burden
The Records were definitely getting tired of this family.
They didn't know how many times they had intervened to bestow titles upon the members of this bloodline, and now, it wasn't even just a member anymore...
It was the family itself.
They had just given a title to an entire family, something that rarely occurred across the universe, because it was infinitely harder to be deemed worthy of a title as a collective than it ever was as a single individual.
But the Vaelgrims had done it.
And truthfully?
The Records weren't even surprised by the fact.
No.
They were amazed by the title they had received.
Seekers of Infinite Evolution.
What a glorious title it was.
A title that meant they would always pursue a way to evolve, a way to break past their limits, a way to walk the path towards that forbidden, unreachable, insane concept...perfection.
It was wild. It was extreme. It was a concept so ambitious that if any other family across the universe had claimed it, the Records wouldn't have even responded.
But this time, the Records accepted it.
For one reason. Or more accurately...
For one person.
Noah Vaelgrim.
The Creator.
The Progenitor.
They knew.
They knew that he could evolve endlessly...and if he could evolve...
Then so could his bloodline...so could his race.
And if that happened, the entire family would be dragged forward, pushed upward, and forced to adapt and grow by the mere gravity of his existence.
Truly... what a man he was.
And now, the Records transmitted the title's description to every single Vaelgrim:
{Seekers of Infinite Evolution: You are a race blessed with talent unlike any other. You find ways to evolve past your current self more easily. And your limit... shall be decided by your Progenitor, who has no limit.}
That was all.
That's what the Vaelgrims received as a response.
But even that was already absurd, already a cheat of cosmic proportions.
Because now, if they tried hard enough, if they pushed themselves, if they clawed toward growth...
They would evolve.
And Noah... would harvest all of it.
He was the Progenitor. The Ruler of Laeh. The creator of their path. And everything his people gained would eventually return to him.
So in essence...
The Records had just given Noah another path to become even more ridiculous.
And that fact...
"Ah... my love is becoming a little bit too ridiculous, don't you think?" Elizabeth said softly as she floated calmly in the sky, Yuki and Aphasia beside her, hovering just the same.
"He's always been ridiculous," Yuki replied calmly, her sword flickering, shifting shape and form every nanosecond like a heartbeat made of blades.
"Well, that's true. He was ridiculous enough to gift me a bracelet that helped with shadow spirits when he was only fifteen," Aphasia added, her gaze drifting off to a distant memory, the moment she first had a true, sincere interaction with Noah.
Each of them was lost in her own thoughts.
But that didn't mean they weren't stunned by the title they had just received.
"Don't you find it... heavy?" Aphasia asked suddenly.
Her wings and horn flickered, morphing into infinite hues, colors and shapes born from countless types of spirits. It was mesmerizing to witness, as though reality had given her the right to wear the spirit world as armor.
Her question prompted Elizabeth and Yuki to turn toward her.
Their wings and horns were equally unique.
Yuki's were sword-shaped, morphing every nanosecond just like her weapon.
Elizabeth's were made from endless white threads, woven like fate itself had been stitched into a tapestry of will, then given form and motion.
"What's heavy?" Elizabeth asked, though she already knew the answer.
"The name."
"The Vaelgrims..." Aphasia murmured, her voice lower, her tone solemn.
"This name is becoming something so utterly nonsensical, so obscene, that sometimes I wonder..."
"...can we bear the weight of the title?"
"...can we truly carry the responsibility it brings? Are we even worthy of all this?"
"Because sometimes I ask myself... if it weren't for Noah, would I even be here? Would I have reached the Mythic rank?"
Her expression grew heavy.
But,
"You wouldn't have. Hell, I doubt you'd have even reached the Supreme rank," Elizabeth replied bluntly, her tone cold, her face unreadable.
Aphasia and Yuki's lips twitched.
But they weren't surprised. Elizabeth had always been like this—direct, brutal, the kind of woman who never sugarcoated her words.
"But you're not the only one," she continued. "Most of us wouldn't have reached this level without Noah's help."
"But does it matter?"
She tilted her head.
"Noah doesn't care. None of us care. So why the hell are you thinking about things like that?"
"If I were you, I'd focus on becoming worthy of the title we now bear."
"Because we're the only ones, besides Noah, who can make this family bigger, deeper, more profound... and happier."
She paused.
Then smiled.
"You wouldn't want the entire universe to say that The Vaelgrims are only what they are because of Noah's presence, right?"
"That would be... too embarrassing."
Her words made Yuki and Aphasia smile.
"I swore to myself I'd become a worthy sword of Noah," Yuki began, her eyes fixed on the ever-changing blade in her hands.
"Maybe that's why I instinctively chased the path of the formless sword—it's the only kind of sword that can adapt endlessly, that can keep up with the absurdity of Noah. But even now... I'm still falling short, aren't I?"
"What about pushing past your limit today?" Elizabeth said, smirking darkly.
"Didn't you hear Noah's story about those swordsmen who broke their limits in battle when life and death were no longer guaranteed?"
Her tone grew darker, filled with something wicked, giddy... excited.
"And what a coincidence," Aphasia added, her own smirk growing,
"we just happen to have the perfect opponent."
Yuki's lips twitched, hard.
They all turned.
In the distance... chaos.
Surrounding a single entity was an infinite number of white threads that sliced through space and time itself, breaking the very fate of that region.
And alongside those threads, an infinite number of formless swords, shifting shapes and styles and slashing in ways the sky itself couldn't endure, each strike shattering the heavens piece by piece.
And with them—an infinite number of spirits, altering the battlefield with every breath.
In one moment, it was a frozen land.
In the next, a pit of death and rot.
And in the center of it all...
A shadow.
Another of Mortis' Commanders.
A massive sabertooth tiger made of living darkness, its fangs long enough to pierce through the very fabric of reality itself.
Its fur was so black that even light fled from it. Its presence dimmed the world around it. And its eyes... were pure black, bottomless pits of malevolence.
It was trapped...for now.
But even as it remained caught in all their combined powers, they knew it wouldn't last long.
Because this beast... was analyzing everything.
Its intelligence was unnatural, cosmic, and it was only a matter of time before it broke free.
So...
"Why don't you fight him?" Elizabeth said, her tone cheerful.
"We'll support you from behind," Aphasia added casually.
Then, without warning, they both canceled their powers.
The Commander burst free immediately.
And the moment it did—
ROOOAAAAARRRRRRR!!!
Reality itself trembled. The air warped like boiling water. The sky twisted. Space screamed.
And at this...
"Fucking bitches..." Yuki cursed, stepping forward and taking her stance.
—End of Chapter 259—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC260: Sword of The Blasphemer
Chapter 260: Chapter 260: Sword of The Blasphemer
Chapter 260 – Sword of The Blasphemer
Yuki couldn't help but curse those two bitches.
Sure, she had said she wanted to be a worthy sword of Noah but was that a good reason to let her fight alone against a World Dominator Rank?
Well...
"Fuck!"
BOOOOOOOMMMM!!!
Yuki slammed into the ground with such force that a crater wide enough to host dragons opened beneath her.
She coughed blood, and for a moment, even struggled to breathe properly.
But instantly, her instincts screamed death.
She snapped her eyes open and saw, just an inch from her face, the terrifying black claw of the beast gleaming with an eerie light.
Instantly, her sword-shaped pupils glowed madly, erupting with an intense light followed by the Intent of Severing, aimed directly at the beast's claws.
Well... at least she tried, because she only managed to leave a dent.
But that was enough. Enough to give her the split second to propel herself back—but...
The beast wasn't ordinary.
It immediately caught her right leg and slammed her again into the ground with rattling force.
BAAM! BAAM! BAAM!
Again.
And again.
And again.
A thick cloud of dust erupted from the ground, hiding everything from normal eyes.
But Elizabeth and Aphasia could see perfectly and they watched how heavily Yuki was bleeding.
"Not gonna help?" Aphasia asked.
"Not yet," Elizabeth replied curtly, her thread-like eyes glowing and shifting madly.
Yuki wanted to evolve and be worthy, right?
Then she would make her evolve.
And so, they watched.
Yuki, meanwhile, was living a nightmare. Her body was being used in such a way she never thought possible. Her bones cracked, shattered, and broke in ways she couldn't even imagine.
But amidst all of that, her mind was as calm as still water.
Nothing could disturb her mind.
Because before she achieved the formless sword, she had already mastered the domain of her own mind and that was nothing to scoff at.
So, she analyzed.
She knew, needless to say, that those two bitches would save her if things got truly fatal.
Yes.
She knew she wouldn't die.
But how embarrassing would it be, after all her big words, if she couldn't even hold her own?
A Mythic winning against a World Dominator Rank?
It should be impossible to win. And yet...
'Sari killed a Divine while being a damn Mortal... and I, a Divine, can't kill one?!'
"BULLSHIT—!!!!"
Yuki's voice echoed as instantly the space around the beast's grip on her leg was completely severed to the point there was only void.
The void that swallowed the beast's hand, giving her finally the chance to escape.
She appeared a couple of meters back, her breathing ragged.
Her sword materialized in her hand, shifting into a green blade with vines and faintly glowing like threads inside and instantly, Yuki's body began to heal at an incredible rate.
Soon, she stood without a single wound.
Her body, pristine.
She breathed a sigh of relief, only for her sword to shift again, turning into a deep black longsword just in time to block the beast's incoming strike.
Her hands shook madly as she staggered back a few steps.
Yuki frowned heavily as she felt her hands going numb.
The beast... was stronger than her in every way.
Strength. Speed. Lethality.
Everything.
Her own lethality wasn't far behind but with his thick fur and overwhelming force, it was a fool's dream to hope for a clean kill.
She was at a disadvantage, truly.
'I have to think... I have to find a way to win.' Yuki's thoughts raced as she blocked, dodged, and parried the beast's heavy blows.
Her body broke with every hit. But she healed just as fast.
And all the while, she thought of a way out of this situation.
Sometimes, a blow that would've ended her was subtly redirected by mysterious threads—striking her just hard enough to keep her alive.
And at one particular time, a strange spirit would emerge, altering the strike's path so that it landed... in one particular place on her head.
Right behind her forehead.
A spot that should have been fatal.
But Yuki was strong enough to survive it... and even more, to reap the benefit.
Because that spot, that exact location, was the prefrontal cortex.
The CEO of thought.
The part of the brain responsible for planning, creativity, decision-making...higher cognition itself.
And when she was struck there... it was like a whole new world cracked open before her eyes.
A world of infinite possibilities.
A world of infinite evolution.
Instantly, Yuki's sword-shaped pupils shifted, they turned illusory and disappeared.
Her eyes now looked normal like any mundane girl's.
But inside her head... something was forming.
After all for something new to be born...something better to be born then something must be destroyed.
And usually it's the precedent version of what you want to evolve.
And so...
'Sword... I am a sword... only a sword. I am here to kill... only to kill. My lethality should be unmatched. My possibilities endless...'
The thoughts swirled. Multitudes of them.
Countless ways to survive, to kill, to move forward.
And the best way, the only way out of this...
'Forget defense.'
'Focus only on one thing... kill... slaughter.'
'... absolute lethality.'
At that moment, her mind expanded.
Her Will was heard.
And the one force, the one concept, that had always favored her... always whispered to her like a proud parent... now acted.
{Sword is guiding you...}
{Sword is showing you the way...}
Time stopped. Space stilled.
The world held its breath.
Elizabeth and Aphasia smiled knowingly.
Then, Yuki's voice echoed through the stillness.
It was odd.
Like two swords were being ground together, screeching with divine resonance.
And yet, it wasn't eerie. It wasn't unpleasant.
It was heavenly.
As if some outergod goddess was singing a lullaby for every living being under the sky.
A voice so sweet, so powerful, so utterly beautiful... that even Elizabeth and Aphasia shivered with joy.
"My sword is..."
"...Sword of The Blasphemer."
The words echoed through the air—so brutally at odds with the sweetness of the voice that spoke them.
And yet,
Those words...
Made the entire Shadow Realm tremble.
Then—
The Shadow Realm was severed in half.
—End of Chapter 260—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC261: Sword of The Blasphemer [2]
Chapter 261: Chapter 261: Sword of The Blasphemer [2]
Chapter 261 – Sword of The Blasphemer [2]
The Sword of The Blasphemer.
What a profane name.
A name so utterly wrong, so cursed in its implications... and yet, Yuki couldn't think of anything more fitting when she thought of Noah.
Because "abomination" was no longer enough to describe him, no longer sufficient to encapsulate the sheer obscenity of his existence—so she chose to call him... a Blasphemer.
Because Noah was a being who spat in the face of reality itself, who defied what is, rejected what must be, and dared to remake the world according to his own law.
He rebelled, consciously or unconsciously, against the very structure of existence, against the rules that all others were born to submit to.
He rejected all of it, like a priest tearing apart his scriptures and denouncing the god who guided him, choosing another path, a path none dared to walk.
And what would you call such a priest?
A Blasphemer.
So to Yuki, Noah was indeed a blasphemer—not in the eyes of a god, nor of any divine being...
...but in the eyes of reality itself.
That was her intention, her will, when she chose that name.
The will to become the sword of such a being.
And it was a heavy will, a heavy intention... because to say that you are the sword of the one who blasphemes against reality, that was something she should never even be able to utter without consequences.
But Sword helped her.
Sword guided her.
And finally,
"My sword is... Sword of The Blasphemer."
Yuki's voice echoed through the still world with a gravity and authority that defied comprehension—it was like a divine being delivering a command to a mortal... and the mortal having no choice but to obey.
And that's exactly what reality did.
It obeyed Yuki's words.
Because Yuki was worthy. Because Sword deemed her worthy.
Because Noah deserved that title.
But that didn't mean her words weren't heavy.
They were.
But more specifically... her words were sword.
So much so that the very moment her voice echoed—the Shadow Realm was severed in half.
Literally.
No buildup.
No struggle.
Just instant severance.
And no one expected it.
Well... almost no one.
"Blasphemer, huh... what a great title for Noah," Elizabeth muttered under her breath, her threadlike eyes shifting rapidly and erratically.
She was Noah's oracle, so she was supposed to see his fate, supposed to guide it and maybe even manipulate it to his advantage.
But Noah's fate was something she couldn't even glimpse, let alone control.
And it bothered her more than she ever admitted. So, to pass time, she'd begun tracing the threads of her sisters' destinies instead.
She wasn't strong enough to see all of them. But one day... she saw something.
She saw that it was Yuki's fate to give Noah a title.
A title that the universe—no, that reality itself—would forever remember.
The Blasphemer of Reality, Noah Vaelgrim.
And once she found out it was Yuki...
'Then helping her reach it faster becomes easier.'
Elizabeth thought, a quiet smile curling her lips as she glanced across the severed half of the Shadow Realm.
She noticed the tendrils of shadow still stretching across the split sky, desperately growing, reaching, as if the realm itself was trying to stitch itself back together.
"Did you plan this?" Aphasia asked, her head tilting as she looked at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth simply shrugged.
"Time to end this war. Let's go deal with Mortis after Yuki is done."
"Shadeva will win against Ebony. And as for Noah..."
She smirked.
"You already know, he never loses," Elizabeth said, her voice thick with pride.
Aphasia agreed silently.
And meanwhile, as all of this passed—Yuki remained in a trance, her ears filled with the solemn chime of the Records.
{You have obtained your True Name: Sword of The Blasphemer.}
{Your sword will now transform into a Blasphemous Sword.}
Instantly, the blade in her hand shifted and transformed.
It became silver, glowing with veins that shimmered in every hue of the universe.
And on its surface, a sigil formed—an emblem that depicted a wide, boundless sky filled with stars of every shape and color.
The sigil of The Vaelgrims.
The hilt of the sword appeared to be made from condensed blood—but not just any blood.
It was her blood.
It was Noah's blood.
And both were pristine white.
At last, the weapon rested in her grip.
A sword so beautiful, so divine, that it almost didn't match the heretical name she gave it.
{Sword of The Blasphemer: You are the Blasphemer of Reality's Sword. There is nothing you cannot cut. Absolutely nothing.}
Yuki stared at the simple description and smiled faintly.
'Nothing, huh...?'
She stood slowly, her bones cracking with every movement, until she was upright once again facing the Commander Beast of Mortis.
The beast stared at her for a long, still moment, then looked at the cleaved Shadow Realm behind her—and finally, with a voice that made the very air quake and ripple with vibrating soundwaves, it spoke.
"You are worthy."
It was about to say more.
"Domain: The Endless—!"
"Shut up."
Yuki's cold voice cut across space and in that instant, the mouth of the Commander Beast was severed.
Not injured.
Not wounded.
Severed. Erased and permanently at that.
It no longer had a mouth.
And so, it could neither scream nor summon aid.
It was silenced...for eternity.
Yuki looked at the mute Commander, her expression as cold as her blade.
She raised her sword.
And even that single, quiet motion tore the space around the blade apart, creating a void that swirled and shifted with a strange, almost terrifying eeriness.
Then—
She slashed downward.
A simple strike.
But the power, the intention behind it... was insane.
Because Yuki didn't aim to cut the body.
She didn't aim to cut the soul.
She tried to cut the very concept of intelligence from the beast.
And—
SLASH—!
The blade landed.
And the Commander Beast stopped.
Still. Frozen.
As if its entire body had just refused to move.
Its eyes flicked around in confusion, its massive head slowly turning to Yuki and when it saw her, saw the cold fire in her gaze...
It began to tremble.
Then, instinctively it knelt.
It dropped to the ground and stayed there.
No longer driven by logic.
No longer calculating.
It moved only on instinct, because that was all it had left.
If it could still think, it might've fought. It might've resisted.
But now... its instinct told it only one thing:
If you fight... you die.
So it submitted.
Yuki had just turned a Commander of Mortis into a beast of pure instinct...
...with one slash.
Truly...
What a blasphemy.
—End of Chapter 261—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC262: 262: The Wives
Chapter 262: Chapter 262: The Wives
Chapter 262 – The Wives
All this had happened in such a short period of time, but tell me—aren't you curious?
Curious about how the others felt when the shadow realm was severed in half?
Their reactions? Whether it be the shadows themselves… or The Vaelgrims?
Well…
I am.
So let's find out.
…
The event that followed after Yuki severed the shadow realm in half wasn't some flashy divine cataclysm that broke the heavens or rewrote the laws of reality—not to the naked eye at least.
Each person… each group reacted in their own specific way.
For Eric, Selene, Luminara, Rouge, and Malrik—who were fighting against Aerica—this event… was the perfect excuse to stop fighting altogether.
Because truthfully? None of them wanted this fight to begin with.
Aerica only wanted Eric, but couldn't act on it due to her loyalty to her own kind.
The others just wanted her to submit. And if that could happen without more blood being spilled, all the better.
So when the shadow realm trembled… when it cracked and then split in half, canceling Aerica's domain and bringing all of them into the left portion of the realm,
They all just… froze.
Staring.
Their eyes wide as they watched the very essence of the shadow realm trying, desperately, to reattach itself.
But none among them was more stunned than Selene.
Because where others simply witnessed power… she sensed it.
She recognized it.
The power. The scent. The intention inside that impossible slash,
It was Yuki.
And…
"No way…" Selene whispered, more to herself than anyone else, her voice trembling as much as her soul.
Because even she, with her fragment of origin, with her ancestral ice couldn't fathom the possibility of severing the shadow realm itself.
It was mad. It was obscene. It was blasphemous even to imagine it.
And yet…
Yuki had done it.
And that's when Selene realized…
'Have I been… complacent? Am I really working hard enough?'
That thought hit her harder than any attack ever could.
Because if Yuki, without a fragment of origin, could do this…
Then how could she not?
Something clicked.
And instantly, Selene decided to try, right then, right there.
The air shifted. The atmosphere cracked.
The realm grew cold.
No…freezing.
Reality itself began to shiver around her as a blue aura enveloped her entire body, a cold so ancient and absolute it began freezing the concepts of heat and time themselves.
Aerica, still in emotional disarray from watching her home be shredded, turned slowly, only to see Selene's body wrapped in this impossible cold.
But she didn't react. She was too exhausted. Too drained. Too broken.
"What… what is she doing?" Aerica asked softly as she felt Eric step beside her.
She leaned against him gently, like lovers reunited, like enemies who were never truly enemies to begin with.
And Eric, ever calm, simply answered,
"I don't know… but I bet you wouldn't want to be around when it happens."
Luminara, now back in her cat form, watched with a knowing smile.
'Go… do it.' she thought, already understanding what was about to unfold.
Selene was motivated.
But she wasn't the only one.
All the women of Noah. All the Silver Goddesses. Even Elizabeth and Aphasia.
They all felt it. The pull. The stirring. The deep yearning to evolve.
Zara, Alice, Neko, Red, Anya—who were neck-deep in battle against Mortis, their bodies ragged, their minds hanging by a thread, surrounded by laws so corrupted that even a Mythic would've been reduced to rot in second— were living a nightmare.
But they held on trying to at least stall him and wait for their sisters or Noah.
But then…they instinctively stopped as they looked at the sky. And there…
They saw Yuki's slash.
And instantly something deep inside them awoke as they immediately recognized who did it.
Their fightings spirits awoke.
The same with Emily, Elira, Sophia who were sitting lazily around a table, sipping tea while talking with Lari about how their race would soon rule all and about how they were destined to rise.
They also felt it the moment the realm split.
It was as if Yuki's blade gave weight to their claims.
A spark lit up inside them too.
Even Dominique, Lilith, Justicia who were locked in a brutal clash with another of Mortis' commanders, disadvantaged, overwhelmed, nearly broken by their own low attack power shifted the moment they saw that impossible slash.
Ester, who had been tasked with forcing the scattered populations of the shadow realm into submission—whether they were ancient beasts from forbidden regions or secret families with dark roots—paused too.
She watched the severed realm and smiled knowingly.
Sari and Noelle, standing outside the shadow realm, shielding it with their powers of void and invisibility, ensuring no external being could sense what was happening within—they saw it all.
They saw how the realm split from outside point of view.
And it was…breathtaking.
And strangely, it filled them with a desire.
A need.
Even Noah's maids, still combing through the layers of shadow in search of a potential fragment of Origin related to shadow, stopped.
"Ridiculous…" Nephis muttered as the others agreed with her words.
"But… I want to do the same too," Leona said suddenly, her beastly eyes gleaming with unfiltered hunger.
Same with Sonomi, Morgan, Katy…they all felt it too.
Something instinctive, something ancient, something pure rising inside of them.
A call.
A whisper.
Even Christelle, Mother of Elijah, Elysiari of Mind, who had been in Laeh, teleported directly into the shadow realm—not to fight, but to witness and to participate in this event.
Because something inside all of them was telling them the same thing…
Try. Seek. Dig deep. Find the way.
Because if they seek…
Then they would find.
Because they were the Vaelgrims.
The Seekers of Infinite Evolution.
And so, without hesitation…
They all tried.
They dug into their minds. Into their souls. Into their concept cores. Into everything that made them who they were.
And one by one… they found the way.
As if fate, or reality, or something far beyond was guiding them.
And the moment they activated the skill born from that spark,
Their voices echoed across the shadow realm, like the divine chords of a symphony meant to seduce reality itself.
And just then—
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
A voice screamed.
Not a person.
Not a beast.
But the very Will of the Shadow Realm.
A scream so deep and primal it pierced through layers of existence. A scream of pure agony, raw hatred, helpless despair…
And then it was immediately torn apart.
In every direction imaginable.
By The Silver Goddesses.
By The Vaelgrims.
By the Wives of…The Blasphemer of Reality.
—End of Chapter 262—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC263: Laughter
Chapter 263: Chapter 263: Laughter
Chapter 263 – Laughter
It was truly an amazing, but frightening, scene.
Because all the women were eerily in sync, like they were not multiple persons, but just one being activating a skill.
Their voices echoed throughout the entire shadow realm, clearly, as if reality itself wanted them to be heard... to be seen.
Each of the skills they had just awakened were unique, tailor-made for them.
A skill that would be their signature ability in the outside world—the same way the Sword of Blasphemy would be for Yuki.
There were—
"Ice Age of Eternal Winter," Selene said. Her voice echoed through the whole realm as instantly, all began to freeze—space, time, concepts, ideas, living beings or non-living beings alike.
Everything just froze, trapped in an eternal winter that would remind one of the Ice Age before humanity's evolution.
"The Pit of Eternal Despair," Zara said, her voice making the entire realm start to tremble, to shake, and something that looked like tears appeared in the air itself—space began to rain as if weeping in grief, in despair, as the atmosphere turned heavy, oppressive, like a person—or maybe an entire world—had just died.
"First Word—Let it be Agony," Alice followed, and instantly the realm's state grew worse, cracks began to spread like spiderwebs, the sound of reality breaking echoing all around them.
Each of them muttered their skill, and the effects on the shadow realm were devastating.
They made the realm shake, freeze, weep in despair from emotional trauma, cry out in agony because of a simple spoken word, become lost as its population's fate was stripped away, lose all spiritual control as one goddess claimed every shadow soul as hers, hallucinate under the influence of two dangerous former succubi, feel judged by the universe itself as a cosmic scale appeared in its core, weighing its sins—before being torn apart by a terrifying monster or struck down by its own stars.
The pain was endless and came from countless sources.
And all of it happened at the same time, layered over one another, breaking it from all angles—so much so that the shadow realm...
A realm that had reached the level of a Prime World...
Cried out in pain.
"NOOOOOO!!!"
BOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!
The entire realm exploded from the overload of powers, Sari and Noelle using their skills to make sure none of it could be felt outside.
But in their point of view, the realm was both slowly being destroyed and miraculously healing at the same time.
"What a tenacious realm," Sari muttered with a mocking smile.
"It's a Prime World, just one step away from a Divine Realm. It's not that easy to destroy, but..." Noelle began, pausing slightly before smiling,
"I bet this is enough... He can do the rest."
Sari didn't need to ask who she was talking about.
Because there was no other he except him.
"Yes... largely enough," she responded.
And indeed,
It was.
...
In the domain of Sylphira, or more accurately, what used to be her domain, as now everything had been destroyed by the battle between her and Noah.
Noah stood in the air, his clothes torn apart, his body bleeding in several places, white pristine blood dripping down, making the sight eerie, surreal.
But on his face... a smile crept to his lips as he looked at the notification panel in front of him.
{You have received a title chosen by your wife, Yuki Vaelgrim: The Blasphemer of Reality.}
Noah watched the message with a strange interest, as he heard the cries of his women and the scream of the Will of the Shadow Realm... followed by its destruction.
A cry that made every shadow and even every Original tremble in deep, soul-rattling pain, as if their very parent was screaming, begging for help.
"You... what is this?" a voice asked, and Noah turned his gaze to look at Sylphira.
She was on the ground, her body pierced by five multicolored spears that seemed to hurt more than she could admit.
Her face—no, her entire body was bloodied, deep wounds revealing even her bones.
She was the last one left. All her puppets had been destroyed by Noah, and still... she couldn't believe it.
'What kind of domain and authority are these? How is this even possible?' Sylphira couldn't help but ask but even then, a flicker of hope rose inside her.
'Maybe... maybe he can help us.'
That's what she thought... but that thought was immediately buried deep inside her when she remembered that they were enemies... and remembered the cry of her home.
A deep pain surged inside her, followed by instinctive fury.
"What did you do to our home?" she screamed, struggling, trying to twist her body free from the spears, but...
"It's useless. These spears are the condensation of my domain coupled with authority. You cannot escape," Noah said calmly, before smiling.
"As for what did we do? Well... it seems the girls went a little bit too hard."
Then suddenly,
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
A deep, resounding laugh echoed through the broken and slowly healing Shadow Realm.
It was Noah, genuinely laughing. He was amused, happy, and surprised by the sheer destructive power of his wives.
It was maddening to witness how far they had come.
A deep pride bloomed inside his chest as a loving smile danced on his lips.
"Truly, I have the best women ever," Noah said, unable to hold back.
He was lucky to have them...
These women who made his journey to the top not lonely.
These women who made the birth of their family possible.
These women who loved him deeply... and without asking for anything in return.
He raised his head toward the sky, a smile tugging at his lips, a storm of emotions raging inside his heart.
He was grateful beyond words.
He was in love, beyond logic.
He smiled again, then softly raised his hand toward the sky.
The place he stood... was the exact location where the Brothel of the Damned once stood.
And so, he raised his hand and manipulated time—rewinding the flow, not too far back, just enough to find the moment of truth.
Noah didn't rewind time to see the moment Sari was raped.
Because if he did... he feared he would lose control. He feared he would go mad and do the unthinkable.
So instead, he rewound time to the moment where Sari killed Bari.
Space changed and time was bent into his hand. Then the scenery began ri change like a flickering film as Noah rewinded time to the moment Sari killed Bari by eating her heart.
And then,
"Come here, filthy soul," Noah said. His voice was soft but the coldness and the authority behind it made the very reality around him to bend.
Immediately the soul of Bari immediately appeared in his hand.
The soul was disoriented. She looked around, confused.
"Weren't I in the Soul Realm...? Why am I here?" Bari asked, puzzled.
She raised her head and saw the lifeless, white, runic eyes of Noah looking down on her.
She shuddered. Pure fright overtook her. She tried to flee instinctively, but her soul-body was no longer in her control.
Noah smiled emptily.
"I'm going to enjoy torturing you, I swear. But before that..."
He looked deep inside Bari's heart and mind then one by one, began resurrecting her family.
All of her family.
Everyone she had ever loved or cared for.
Bari's eyes widened in horror. Fear gripped her like never before.
Even Sylphira was shaken by what she was seeing.
But Noah didn't care.
"You dared to touch what I care about, huh?"
He smirked.
"I'll do worse to you, you fucking bitch. I'll make sure all your family and loved ones don't even rest in peace," he said, voice dripping with venom.
There was no mercy in him.
And there would be no mercy for anyone who harmed what was his.
Only pure, eternal pain awaited them.
Without another word, Noah folded reality and transported them all into Laeh, ordering Laeh to imprison them.
And now—
Noah smiled as his eyes glowed with a dark gleam.
"I can't fall behind my wives, right?"
"So... it's my turn, isn't it?"
—End of Chapter 263—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC264: Keeping my word
Chapter 264: Chapter 264: Keeping my word
Chapter 264 – Keeping my word
"It's now my turn, isn't it?" Noah said with a bright smile, a smile so different from the one he had just shown Bari, and at this, Sylphira couldn't help but curse under her breath, calling him a lunatic monster.
Because seriously, where can you find a being who turns a domain, that was supposed to be a damn domain, into weapons?
It was as if a mortal grabbed space and decided to mold it into a blade.
Unthinkable.
And yet, Noah did it.
And not only that... he added his authority into the mix by naming those five spears.
The Sealers of Divine.
Weapons made to seal divine beings and they did their job perfectly, rendering Sylphira, a Law Creator rank, completely helpless.
"How do you possess such a domain and authority?"
"How is this even possible?"
Sylphira couldn't help but ask again, but as always, Noah ignored her.
Right now, this little sister of Shadeva wasn't his concern.
His mind was already racing, already crafting the most spectacular end possible for this battle and he had to make it so.
'I can't disgrace myself by doing less than my wives, right?'
'I'm pretty sure they wouldn't let me live it down and they'll remind me of it every damn time.' Noah thought with a mental sigh, because honestly... the girls could be very persistent when they wanted to be.
So, he began to think.
He had many paths he could explore—after all, he had many types of power.
He considered returning to the first affinity he ever wielded... ice. But he didn't want to compete with his mother.
Same for sword, lightning, plasma... and all the others.
He didn't want to use any affinity the women had just displayed.
Instead,
'Let me just use my authority,' Noah decided.
His authority was versatile beyond comprehension, he didn't even know all the ways it could be used yet, so he decided to experiment with his Epithet.
Instantly, he cast a time-altering spell around him. A spell that slowed time so that one day for him would equal only one hour in the outside world. Alongside it, he drank a potion he'd specifically crafted for moments like this.
The Enlightenment Potion.
The moment it entered his system, it felt like his mind expanded beyond limit—and the cosmos itself poured into his head, stripping itself bare, offering up its mysteries like a lover who had waited all day to be fucked at night.
In that state, his thoughts became sharper, clearer, more focused.
This helped him dismantle his authority, analyze it, break it apart, and reassemble it into something far more potent.
'Titles... names... anything can be named. And if anything can be named... then anything can be a name. And if I can name anything, then I can even name... a realm.'
'Meaning, I can name the Shadow Realm.' Noah's thoughts surged, spiraling as he came to that dangerous, brilliant conclusion.
And that's when the enlightenment potion truly showed its value, because now he had to choose a name.
A real name.
One that suited this realm, one that matched its future.
Death? Or something else?
That, Noah had decided long ago. After all...
'Didn't I promise to make my first shadow a queen, just like Shadeva?' Noah thought with a quiet smile.
He hadn't forgotten. He never would.
So, he might as well finish all of this while keeping his word—and the moment he made that decision... a name appeared inside his mind.
Simple. So simple, in fact. But the weight, the sincerity, the authority behind it were anything but simple.
He opened his mouth, and the realm quieted.
It gave him the floor—La parole, as our French friends would say—and so Noah mockingly accepted the realm's courtesy, even though, truly, it didn't have a choice.
"Epithet."
Noah's voice echoed through the entire Shadow Realm, reaching everything and everyone inside.
His women. The commanders. The shadow soldiers. The mundane. The beasts. Even the Shadow Realm itself—its Will—was paying close attention to his words.
"Shadow Realm, your name shall be... Ester's Throne of Devoted Silence."
Silence.
The whole realm plunged into a silence so deep, you could hear the ragged, wheezing breaths of the realm itself—showing how strained it was.
It was a silence of disbelief, of shock.
Not one of the girls expected this.
Not even Ester herself.
She knew Noah would keep his promise but not like this.
She stood there, gazing at the sky, her eyes starting to glisten with tears.
But Noah wasn't done.
His voice continued to ripple through the void like thunder disguised in velvet.
"You are more than worthy. You've been with me since the beginning, you've seen me at my worst and at my best, as my ever-watching shadow."
"You were there when I was nothing. When, to the rest of the world, I was just the spoiled child of the Duchess of Eternal Cold."
"You... and Neko... were with me."
The girls all smiled. And the most emotional among them began to tear up.
"You watched me in silence... in devotion... and in love."
"So you deserve this realm. You deserve all of it. And from now on..."
"...you are The Formless Queen of Shadow."
These words echoed through her soul, etched deep inside her being, as Noah named her. And this name...
{You have received your True Name: Formless Queen of Shadow.}
{Congratulations, Ester Vaelgrim.}
This name, given by Noah, became her true name and Ester could not have been happier.
She felt something settle inside of her, a shift, a crown gently placed upon her soul.
And at the same time... a new connection began to form.
A connection between her and...
Ester's thoughts stopped as she looked down—looked around.
The entire Shadow Realm was trembling.
Trembling violently, and starting to fracture.
It was trying, desperately, to reject the name Noah had given it.
Noah sensed it and frowned.
'Prime Worlds' wills really are on another level,' he thought as he watched the realm slowly destroying itself out of sheer refusal.
And that?
That wasn't something Noah could never accept. Not after giving such a long-ass speech.
'No way in hell.' He thought with cold determination before raising his hand and tearing space open in front of him.
And not delicately.
He ripped it open the same way two women would tear at each other's hair in a brutal fight.
Rough. Direct. No grace.
He stepped into the rupture, and instantly found himself in a different place.
A place that screamed shadow.
Everything here was shadow, swirling and shifting. But if you looked closely, you'd see it wasn't just one kind of shadow.
It was every type of shadow.
Mixed together.
Forming something entirely new, something Noah had never seen before, never even imagined.
It was breathtaking.
But he was in a rush.
He scanned the space and finally his eyes landed on her.
A beautiful woman, her body composed of all the different shadows around her.
But her form was curled inward, trembling, as if consumed by immense pain.
She looked up at Noah, eyes burning with hatred and fury.
He smiled.
"Don't look at me like that, beautiful lady."
"You'll make me embarrassed to ask you for a small little favor."
—End of Chapter 264—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC265: Devious Noah
Chapter 265: Chapter 265: Devious Noah
Chapter 265 – Devious Noah
The will of the realm was quite stunned by Noah's words.
She had expected anything—rage, conquest, control—but not these types of words.
"Y-You... what do you want?" she said, her voice filled with pain and agony, a pain she had never thought possible to even feel, a pain so immense and rooted that it couldn't even be described.
She was fighting against her own existence to reject the title Noah gave her, it was like fighting a close part of herself in a battle where the only outcome was the death of one half.
And needless to say... she would suffer either way.
But she preferred that kind of suffering over being shackled beneath a girl not even a hundred years old.
Never.
So she gritted her teeth, ready to blow herself up if she failed to stop this process.
Noah watched her expression with a subtle smile on his lips.
He could see it, this will was ready to die rather than accept the name, the rule, the dominion.
And truthfully...
He couldn't have that.
So he took a step forward and instantly found himself an inch away from her.
She flinched instinctively, her deep shadowy eyes trembling in surprise—and even fear—as she tried to create distance between them.
Noah's hand shot out like a celestial whip, catching hers, but she immediately dissolved into shadow and slipped from his grasp.
He smiled again, unbothered, raising his gaze upward—high to the right—and found her there, panting, her breathing ragged, her body soaked in sweat like a mundane girl who had just run a ten-kilometer marathon without rest, power, or grace.
It was pitiful.
A prime world's will... reduced to this.
"You're making things difficult for yourself," Noah said calmly, his voice low and smooth. "Accept peacefully to be under my wife's dominion, and you'll reach a height never thought possible."
To make someone hostile become a willing ally, especially when you needed them, wasn't always about emotion.
It was about interest.
Propose something they gain from.
Appeal to what they value.
That was how life worked.
Most beings worked by interest—not emotion.
Touch their interest, and they might become your closest ally... or your worst enemy. It all depends on what you touch.
For the will of the shadow realm... the Vaelgrims had touched all her scars—by invading her, destroying her order, severing her control, and now trying to enslave her. By all counts, she was justified in choosing death.
But what if she had something to gain? Something she couldn't get by herself? Something she always dreamed about?
What if Noah could offer her that?
"You've seen us. You know what we're capable of. Even your Law Creator rank couldn't stop us," Noah said, his voice casual, but every word deliberate.
"And especially... you've seen my power. Tell me, where in this universe can you find another being like me?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He didn't need to.
"No one."
His smile widened.
"No one is like me. And no one is like us."
The will listened quietly now, her interest piqued.
"So choose wisely. You have a chance to be part of this family...peacefully. You have the chance to become one of the Vaelgrims, Seekers of Infinite Evolution."
"So don't be a fool. Don't let pride or anger blind you."
"Because if I'm forced to make you submit..."
His voice dropped. His runic white eyes started to glow with a lifeless, eerie light—no joy, no warmth, no softness.
A stark contrast to the Noah from just seconds ago. It made her shiver.
"If I have to force you... you won't like the outcome."
"So, for the last time..."
"Accept this title gracefully, and take one step closer to becoming... a divine realm."
The moment the words left his mouth, she trembled. The words divine realm echoed through her entire existence like a forgotten promise.
Her eyes widened, and before she could stop herself, her voice—fragile, full of wonder and disbelief—escaped:
"Divine realm? You... you can make me a divine realm?"
Her tone was like that of a punished child who had just been promised a pastry.
And that's exactly what Noah did, he offered her what no Will could resist.
The dream.
The unreachable evolution every prime world or even lower ranked world craved... to transcend. To become divine.
She had never expected to reach it. The distance was too wide. Too deep. A chasm she couldn't cross alone.
But now, as she looked at Noah, as she truly looked at this man who could twist fate, name realms...
She calmed down. She still struggled, still resisted the bond, but less than before.
She looked at Noah.
"Are you... sincere? Will you keep your word?" she asked, her voice trembling, her body wracked in pain.
Noah nodded slowly. "I always keep my word."
She hesitated. She hesitated long and hard.
But when she looked at herself, felt the damage tearing her apart, knew her destruction was only moments away... she made her choice.
She laughed softly—a hollow, bitter laugh, one full of irony and defeat.
'Weakness is truly a sin in this universe,' she thought with a pitiful sight.
"I accept."
And the moment she said it...
CLICK—!
A sound echoed through the soul of the realm as the bond was formed. A solid, absolute connection between her and Ester.
"See? It wasn't that hard," Noah said joyfully, raising his right hand and snapping his fingers once.
"Samsara Concept — Life Rebirth."
"White Phoenix — Ashes of the Undying."
And then...
It began.
A phenomenon so profound, so breathtaking and absurd that it shook the whole realm.
The shadow realm began to heal faster than anyone could believe. The damage done, the destruction, the wounds—it all reversed.
Shadows returned.
Life returned.
Fate returned.
The ice that Selene summoned vanished. The despair from Zara. The agony, the broken skies, the torn souls—all of it undone.
A phoenix made entirely of eternal white flame soared high into the realm, trailing ashes of rebirth behind her. Every wingbeat restored more. The ashes she left infused the realm with stronger life force. And those who were resurrected... felt no trauma.
The shadow realm, once ravaged by divine chaos, now looked better than it ever had.
The girls watched it all from afar, their lips twitching.
"I'm sure he did it on purpose," Selene muttered, shaking her head.
Luminara at her side laughing.
"My love is truly devious," Elizabeth said with a small laugh, watching how the fate threads had not only returned but looked even purer and stronger.
They all shook their heads in sync.
He really let them destroy the whole realm... just to flex by healing it instantly.
But they knew why.
This was Ester's gift.
This was Shadeva's home world.
Noah couldn't let it remain broken.
But still...
"How the fuck is he so powerful that he made all our skills look like some flashy common skills?" Anya asked, dumbfounded.
Yuki smiled faintly, her gaze fixed on the glowing realm.
"Because he is..." she said softly.
"The Blasphemer of Reality."
—End of Chapter 265—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS
HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC266: A Legend
Chapter 266: Chapter 266: A Legend
Chapter 266 – A Legend
The women were surprised at best, but the shadows—the originals...
They were not surprised. They were utterly shocked by what they had witnessed.
Not only the revival of their home in such a mystical, absurdly impossible manner, but everything that had happened since the very beginning—the sudden appearance of those women, their unrelenting assault, how they managed to sever the realm in half as if cutting through fabric, and as if that wasn't enough, how they unleashed a collective attack so devastating it almost completely annihilated a prime world.
It was something terrifying to even imagine, but the fact that it happened made it infinitely more dreadful, more real, more haunting.
Mortis stood there, surrounded by Anya, Red, Neko, Alice, Zara, Elizabeth, Yuki, and Aphasia.
They were eight against one.
And even Mortis, with all his pride and power, couldn't be sure of victory—especially not against them, especially not now, not after they had obtained a new skill, one that went beyond logic.
But even so, he didn't particularly care about victory at this moment, because right now, all that consumed his thoughts was understanding just what the fuck was happening, and how exactly his sister was tied to all this madness.
So he simply stood there, eyes blank and heavy with disbelief, as he took in the realm's renewed vitality, as he looked up into the sky and saw the White Phoenix flying above—its celestial white flame so pure it seemed capable of purifying the most vile of sins and resurrecting entire armies with a single cry.
It was... an awe-inspiring sight.
"It's just a skill," Neko said, eyes gleaming with curiosity as she observed the majestic creature, "but it eerily looks like a real living being."
"And it's kind of cute. Why don't we ask Noah to give it life? He could just capture a soul, purify it until it's blank, and put it inside," Alice added, her voice brimming with excitement, already imagining the possibilities.
"But what would its role be?" Elizabeth asked, the most pragmatic of the group, always cutting to the heart of things.
"To fight us," Anya and Red said in unison, both of them grinning with blood still dripping from their faces, their clothes torn and bodies bruised, looking every bit like the battle-crazed demons they truly were, and despite the realm being restored by Noah, they were not, so their eerie bloodstained grins made the air freeze.
Zara clicked her tongue in irritation.
"It seems you two haven't had enough for today. You almost died," she said, shaking her head with restrained disbelief.
"But we did die," Anya replied sweetly, tilting her head like a child.
"Yes, and honestly, it was kind of an interesting experience. Why don't you all try? You might like it," Red added with a completely serious expression, like she was suggesting they take a relaxing vacation instead of talking about dying.
The other girls stared at them in silence for a moment, then turned back toward each other with a collective decision:
"Let's ignore these crazy bitches."
"As for the White Phoenix, we could make it a guardian or something—it would be fitting. We need something that represents us, don't we?"
"A beast, a symbol, something that embodies us the way the World Tree represents the Elves," Aphasia said, her voice calm and serious as she leaned into the idea of myth, of legacy.
Her words struck a chord.
The girls all began discussing what kind of creature, what kind of mythic construct, would suit them best, talking animatedly, throwing ideas and laughter around as if Mortis wasn't even there.
And Mortis... just stood there.
Still.
Confused.
Ignored.
He listened to their words, but couldn't grasp the meaning—couldn't process what they were saying, how they were so calm, how this was normal for them, and finally, having had enough of the confusion that gnawed at him like a parasite,
"Who are you...? And what is my sister to you?"
"Why did you fight us?"
"Who restored the realm?"
"Just...what the fuck is going on?"
He fired all his questions at once, his voice cracking at the end from sheer desperation, from the overwhelming pressure of not understanding anything anymore.
The women stopped.
They turned to him, their eyes meeting his, and for a moment the air shifted—until Yuki decided to answer.
"We are the Vaelgrims."
"We fought you because we are conquerors... and because you hurt Shadeva, who is our husband's shadow."
"Without forgetting Sari's incident."
"And as for who restored the realm..."
She smiled.
And so did all the other women with her.
"It was our husband."
"Noah Vaelgrim, the Records' Favorite."
...
But it wasn't only Mortis asking questions.
Ebony asked the same.
And for her, the answers were more than important—they were everything.
"A-Answer me...!" she demanded, her voice trembling with agony as her body hung broken and bloodied, chained by black chains that oozed with power, pinning her in a cross-like position, like a sinner awaiting judgment by a holy inquisition.
Shadeva sat silently on a throne, calm and composed, her figure immaculate, without a single scratch on her.
On her sides stood two shadows.
One was a woman in regal black mage robes, crowned by a deep black hood, a scepter glowing with red and black energy in one hand and a pale white crystal in the other—her gaze cold, filled with disdain and rage as it bore into Ebony like knives.
The other was not human at all—it was a massive ape of living shadow, with three glowing red eyes that radiated an eerie stillness, his only attire being a pair of crimson pants, his wide chest left bare.
These two were Shadeva's most powerful shadows.
They were Law Creator rank.
A miracle she had achieved during her rise to World Dominator, before she was sealed by her sisters. It were gifts granted by Shadow itself.
They were Nafi and Monkey.
But they were not alone.
Behind Shadeva stood her armies, shadows from her own domain and from the city of order, lined up with reverence, devotion and fierce loyalty.
Ebony couldn't understand how Shadeva had pulled all this off, how she had succeeded so thoroughly... but that wasn't her main concern anymore.
And Shadeva, ever the calm one, responded like an older sister explaining something to a child.
"I asked you at the beginning what you would do if you encountered someone you couldn't predict," Shadeva began slowly, her voice calm and cadenced, like a song meant to lull and warn at the same time.
"Someone who could shatter all your calculations and foresight. Someone beyond your understanding."
"And you told me... you wouldn't provoke such a being."
She smiled.
"Do you remember what I told you next?"
Ebony's mind snapped back, a memory flashing like lightning.
"I... I have already failed...?" she muttered.
Shadeva nodded with the gentle pride of a teacher pleased with her student's answer.
"Yes. But do you think I was talking about myself?"
She chuckled softly, shaking her head.
"No. I was talking about the man who made me, an Original, his shadow."
"I was talking about the man who shattered all my expectations, who surpassed every ounce of knowledge I had about this universe."
"I was talking about the man who took girls not even worth a glance from me... and elevated them into something that could stand beside us Originals and even surpass us."
"I was talking about the man who made the entire universe shiver, twice, with nothing but his absurdity."
"I was talking about the lustful but loving husband. The one who cherishes those he loves. The one who will protect them with everything he has."
She paused.
A strange warmth bloomed in her chest—an unfamiliar emotion, raw and bright.
And she smiled.
It was a smile Ebony had never seen before.
A smile so genuine, so open, it made Nafi and Monkey glance back in surprise.
And then came the words that froze them in place:
"I'm talking about Noah Vaelgrim..."
"...the man I came to love."
And so,
[Shadeva's feelings have reached 90%.]
—End of Chapter 266—
REMOVE ADS FROM $1
Report chapter CommentsContact - ToS