HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC360: Lovely
Chapter 360: Chapter 360: Lovely
Chapter 360 – Lovely
The path toward perfection...
Noah's eyes flashed with brilliant light, ethereal threads flooded into them in abundance, transforming his gaze into two whirling pools of spinning, luminous strands.
Evadam arched an eyebrow, feeling the immense surge of power emanating from Noah...fate, destiny, and causality themselves rushing toward him like moths drawn to a flame.
The wind in the space stilled. For a fleeting instant, a crushing pressure seemed to descend from the heavens, then dissipated, fading as Noah's eyes slowly returned to their usual shape and color.
His expression stayed blank for a heartbeat... then a faint smile curved his lips.
"What was that?" Virgo asked, her sunglasses now pushed up onto her forehead. The sensation she had just felt was too vast, too invasive to ignore. For that moment, she had felt her entire life — past, present, and future — slip out of her grasp.
It was as if she were merely a spectator to her own existence, her every decision rewritten by unseen hands. The realization that her next breath, her next blink, could be altered made her skin crawl. She felt like marionette under the pull of invisible strings.
She didn't like it.
Evadam understood exactly what she felt, even if he hadn't experienced it himself. Noah was still too young, too weak to even graze the faintest thread that bound Evadam's fate.
But still...
"Your power is interesting, Noah," he said, smiling faintly. "The First Abomination had the power to steal the Records of others. The Second Abomination could become the Origin of every monster in existence, given enough time and consumption. And you..."
His smile sharpened, gleaming like the steel walls surrounding them.
"...and you, Third Abomination, seem to hold the power to command the threads of everything."
He chuckled then, softly, shaking his head.
"I see it now. I understand why the Records protect you, why they coddle you like their most precious child."
Virgo listened attentively to Evadam's words, doing her best to keep her face calm and expression neutral.
'Ignorant,' she mocked inwardly.
If only he knew... if only he knew that Noah could name everything and anything between heaven and earth, and that whatever he named would obtain the aspects of that name, then he wouldn't be sitting there so relaxed.
The power of threads was only one among the countless abilities Noah possessed. And Virgo was certain, even she didn't know all of them.
She sneaked a glance at him, finding him wearing that faint, knowing smile of his, the one that seemed to mock the entire universe.
She smiled inwardly.
'Aye. That's my man now.'
The thought sang through her mind with quiet pride. She sank deeper into the comfort of her chair, letting go of the chill she'd felt moments earlier. Somehow, she felt utterly safe knowing that he liked her, that he wanted to be with her, and that he...
...was her man.
She couldn't suppress the warmth bubbling up inside her. She squirmed slightly in the massage chair, her eyes softening as her mind painted pictures of a future where she and Noah were together...eating sweets, playing games, sharing laughter, all while reaching for their own impossible goals side by side.
A fantasy, one might say.
And yet, Virgo knew it was possible, with Noah, anything was. Each of them had their own path to walk, but together, they could move forward without leaving the other behind.
Now that was a life worth living.
And if she had to be forgotten by the world just to have that life, she would have chosen it from the very beginning.
She sighed softly in contentment, drifting deeper into her daydream.
Meanwhile, Noah was not thinking about Virgo's fantasies. His mind was elsewhere.
Wasn't it strange?
He had been born on Earth, died there, and reincarnated into another world entirely. His first goal had been simple — survival — yet along the way, it had twisted into something far grander and far more elusive: perfection.
And now, through that journey, he had encountered a being created by his past world, Earth itself, a being that had unknowingly caused its own apocalypse, only to be revived by its creator, who was now seeking the same "path toward perfection" he was walking.
Now... that was something worth pondering.
All of it felt too perfect to be random.
It looked like string of coincidences, yes...but when examined closely, each thread seemed to interlock with another, until the picture became clear.
Everything fit together.
Almost.
But Noah felt there was still something missing, something just beyond his understanding, a single piece hidden in the fog of cause and effect.
He had used his Providence ability moments ago to peer into his fate... but even then, the vision had revealed little. Nothing that could truly illuminate the road ahead.
'Something guiding me toward a specific path? The path of perfection...? Wait...is it my goal, or a goal I've been made to have?'
He subtly frowned.
As someone who could manipulate fate, Noah knew how thin the line was between acting by will and acting by design...between what one chooses to do and what one was meant to do.
Even for him, there were moments when the difference blurred. But now, more than ever, he needed to know. Yet the materials, the clues, were lacking.
He needed to go to Earth.
No... he needed Earth for himself. That world held too many secrets, too many impossibilities, for him to ignore.
It was his first world...the place where he had discovered Providence, where mortals had created existence without magic, where one succeeded in finding the path toward perfection with its destruction.
And even after being completely destroyed... it returned.
Too many impossible things had happened on and around Earth for him to simply let it be.
Having decided his next course of action, Noah sighed and turned his focus back to Evadam. His thoughts moved like lightning, by the time they settled, not even a second had passed outside.
"Will you tell me," Noah asked, "if I asked you the way toward perfection?"
"I've already told you," Evadam replied calmly. "Upstream, Noah. You have to swim upstream of the Great River."
Noah frowned. "Is that the path? Is that supposed to be the answer?" He couldn't make sense of it.
Evadam shrugged. "That's what the Records told me."
"Then why are you telling anyone else these words, if it's truly the path toward perfection?" Noah pressed, narrowing his eyes. "Do you perhaps understand what they mean already?"
Evadam looked at him as if he were an idiot. "If I did, do you think I'd still be here? Tsk." The sound that escaped his tongue was sharp, metallic, like steel grinding against steel. "And I tell everyone because, well..."
His smile turned shrewd. "Multiple brains are better than one, right?"
Noah's eyes widened slightly. "You mean..."
"Do you take me for a fool?" Evadam chuckled. "Anyone who enters here leaves with a trace of my signature energy and a few hidden devices embedded within them. That way, whatever comprehension they reach from those words will flow back to me."
"But what if someone succeeds in understanding it all at once?" Noah countered. "What if, through that comprehension, they become powerful enough to sense your tampering and come back to kill you?"
Evadam shrugged. "That's the risk I'm willing to take."
He said it nonchalantly, as though death were a casual inconvenience.
Noah found the progenitor strange. He was sure no other progenitor would have dared such recklessness. And that begged the question...
"What if one of your fellow progenitors hears about this?" Noah asked with a teasing smile. "What then?"
Evadam laughed. "If even I couldn't find the way, then they certainly never will. I'm the progenitor of the race that created life itself while still being nothing but wretched mortals. Believe me..."
He smiled faintly. "...their minds and standings are nothing compared to mine."
Noah fell silent.
Somehow, he believed him.
But still, to think that a progenitor this brilliant had chosen to let his children wander unguided through their own destruction...
What a waste.
'I guess no one is perfect,' Noah thought. 'And maybe that's exactly why he wants to find the path.'
He deduced quietly.
Then...
"I hope there aren't any hidden devices tucked somewhere inside me or my dear lover here, right?" Noah said with a smile that carried no amusement whatsoever.
Virgo trembled beside him, her lips twitching as she fought to keep from grinning too wildly. She barely managed.
Evadam scoffed. "I'm not particularly fond of earning the dissatisfied gaze of the Records, so don't worry, little pampered child. Nothing on you."
Noah smiled faintly. He already knew. Providence had long since scanned every inch of his being for anything hidden.
He just wanted to tease.
And now that it was over...
"Now, let's talk about something important, ancestor," he said, his expression turning into the warmest, most genuine smile he could muster.
Evadam eyed him with suspicion. "Talk about what?"
Noah's smile deepened. He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping into a tone so smooth, so rich, that it sent shivers down Virgo's spine...so much that she almost came undone in sheer ecstasy at the sound alone.
"How about..." he whispered, every word laced with dangerous charm, "...you give me Earth, lovely ancestor?"
—End of Chapter 360—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC361: Sincerity
Chapter 361: Chapter 361: Sincerity
Chapter 361 – Sincerity
"How about you give me Earth, lovely ancestor?" Noah asked, his tone dangerously soft and inviting.
The words that came out of his mouth stunned Evadam for a moment, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Noah didn't know it yet, but what he had just done was something worthy of a title. He had said something shocking enough to make even a progenitor falter.
But he wasn't sure whether Evadam was surprised that he had asked for a world so casually, like Virgo asking for candy, or if it was the audacity of daring to request a progenitor's main world.
Maybe both.
"Did I hear you correctly?" Evadam asked, tilting his head slightly, as if that angle might help him hear better.
Noah's composure didn't waver. Still fixing his pale white eyes on Evadam's deep brown ones, he repeated,
"Earth. Give it to me, please."
Evadam's expression began to darken, as though a veil of shadow had been poured over him, but Noah continued calmly,
"Tell me what you want, and I'll make sure you obtain it."
He proposed it without malice — polite, even gentle — though both of them knew this wouldn't end easily. If Noah had already understood the specialty and uniqueness of Earth, then Evadam certainly did as well.
"Do you really think I'll give it to you just because you ask nicely?" Evadam scoffed. "That's not how things work here, Third Abomination."
He didn't use Noah's name this time. He used his title. He was pissed.
"This is the problem with you abominations," Evadam sighed, dragging a hand down his face in visible exasperation. "You always think everything in this universe belongs to you. That we all exist as your whetstones, tools for you to sharpen yourselves on, to climb higher. That because the Records favor you, and sometimes even protect you, you think you can do whatever you want."
His brown eyes shifted, becoming cold, devoid of light or warmth. Lifeless.
Inside the room, light turned to darkness, and the air itself froze then sharpened, like the edge of a drawn blade.
At that moment, Noah felt it — the glimpse, the edge of power belonging to a Progenitor — and only then did he realize that since the very beginning, Evadam had been restraining his presence, as if afraid he might hurt him or Virgo by accident.
But now Noah could see. And what he saw unconsciously made his heart tighten, as if wrenching claws were scratching at him from the inside. He finally understood why Echidna had said he would die if he ever tried to attack Hell.
He hadn't believed her at the time. A part of him had still thought that if he truly wished to, he could conquer Hell with his current power. Maybe with difficulty and setbacks, but eventually, as always, he would prevail.
But here, standing before a Progenitor, he realized...
'They are the peak of this universe for a reason.'
Virgo, at his side, stopped daydreaming as well. The relaxed and playful tension from before had melted away completely, leaving behind only one thick enough to choke the air from her lungs.
She clenched her fist tightly, her knuckles whitening. Her crimson eyes hardened, like an ocean of blood frozen in time.
She was ready to act the moment it became necessary.
Evadam noticed, and if he cared, he didn't show it. His apathetic eyes remained locked on Noah as he parted his lips once again.
"I said you would answer some questions after my story," he began, and with every word, the pressure in the room swelled, coiling tighter, like a serpent ready to strike its prey.
"Tell me, Third Abomination. How do you know of Earth... and the way to reach it?"
It sounded like a question, but it wasn't. It was an order.
Evadam could feel the deep and focused scrutiny of the Records at that moment. They clearly didn't approve of this development, but Evadam couldn't simply let this one pass.
Everyone had a limit, a boundary you should never cross if you wished to remain on good terms with someone.
And for him, it was clearly Earth.
Noah listened to Evadam's question, his outward expression calm and collected, yet inside his mind, countless possibilities were unfolding...different paths, different ways to solve this problem while keeping everyone satisfied.
So... a negotiation, then.
For a successful negotiation, Noah first needed to understand what Evadam wanted, something he desired enough to make him willingly relinquish control over Earth.
It was a good opportunity to try, now that Evadam had clearly shown both his dissatisfaction and his refusal to part with the world.
That was perfect.
Now that he had received a no, he simply needed to turn that no into a yes.
As Evadam had already expressed himself and shown his discontent, that meant he would be more open to listen now.
But first, Noah needed to show sincerity. And by that, he meant answering Evadam's question.
"How do I know Earth and the way towards it?" Noah echoed, then added softly, "I didn't want to tell you, but it seems I have no other choice."
He sighed ruefully, as though it pained him deeply to confess. And with Noah's acting skills, even a Progenitor could be deceived.
He paused, inhaled slowly, and continued.
"You've already seen a glimpse of my power," he said calmly. "In your opinion, what type of power do I hold?"
Evadam frowned, not particularly fond of being asked questions when he was the one doing the asking, but he let it slide and replied anyway.
"Fate, destiny, and causality," he answered easily.
Noah nodded in acknowledgment. "Indeed, that's my power. So tell me, wouldn't it be simple for someone like me to know the origin of a place, and the path toward it, if I already held something from that place?"
He asked with a confident grin.
Evadam's eyes narrowed slightly as realization dawned. It was indeed possible. Even without the power over threads, he himself could have done the same under certain circumstances, so there was no doubt Noah could.
But something was off. How could Noah have obtained something from Earth? And what exactly did he obtain?
He wanted to ask, but he didn't need to, the confusion was already written across his face.
And Noah, noticing, answered before he could speak.
"Yes," he said smoothly. "I hold something from Earth. I'm talking about the Earth before its destruction."
Evadam's frown deepened. Virgo's interest sharpened, her gaze turning focused and unreadable.
Noah continued,
"I wasn't sure before, wondering if it was truly this, but now I am certain."
He paused, letting his words settle in the heavy air, allowing the tension to thicken before cutting through it with his descending voice...calm, measured, absolute.
"I have with me the life your children created with nothing but scraps in a world devoid of mana."
Evadam's eyes widened. He parted his lips to speak, but before he could, Noah's voice sliced in first.
"You know I'm not lying," Noah said, a faint smile edging across his mouth. "You can see through lies, after all. So now you know I have no ill intentions toward Earth."
"I came here only to see, to witness where a being without emotions was born."
Evadam tilted his head slightly. "Without emotions?"
Noah shrugged lightly. "They were mortal in the end. They were flawed. And something flawed cannot create perfection."
"The being they created, now called Lucie, is one without an ounce of emotion in her existence. To her, life is simply life...no joy, no pain, no anticipation of the future, no dread of it."
"She is hollow."
Evadam went still at those words, his gaze locking onto Noah's with an intensity that could cut through stars.
Noah smiled.
And Evadam cursed inwardly.
'He got me,' Evadam thought.
Now he wanted to see her, to see the being his children had created.
He had never had the opportunity to retrieve her in the past. For some reason, the moment Earth was destroyed, she vanished with it.
And not wanting that past tragedy to repeat, he had ordered only half of Earth's technological development restored, ensuring the same mistake could never happen again...but also making her irretrievable.
Yet now... curiosity burned within him. No, it was more than curiosity. It was need.
And Noah knew it.
He knew he had Evadam's attention now and something the Progenitor wanted from him. Compared to before, when Evadam couldn't have cared less, Noah now held the thread of power in his own hands.
And so...
Noah's smile widened.
"Shall we begin the negotiation now, lovely ancestor?"
—End of Chapter 361—
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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC362: Hope
Chapter 362: Chapter 362: Hope
Chapter 362 – Hope
"Shall we negotiate now, Evadam?" Noah said, smiling faintly as his pale eyes locked onto the progenitor.
The tension in the room eased. Evadam had stopped releasing his presence, and Virgo visibly relaxed, exhaling a soft yet meaningful sigh of relief, finally letting go of the pressure that had been crushing her chest.
It was terrifying to face an angry progenitor. But what was even more terrifying was how calm Noah remained before an event capable of erasing galaxies.
Once again, Noah's standing in Virgo's eyes climbed higher.
Evadam, meanwhile, didn't respond immediately to Noah's question. He simply stared back, clicking his tongue inwardly at how crafty and devious Noah truly was. At that point, he no longer had any choice but to listen.
He got him good.
Evadam sighed quietly. "How problematic. All signs point to the third being far more troublesome than the other two," he said, looking at Noah with open dissatisfaction.
Noah made a hurt expression, his mouth dropping open in mock offense as he pointed dramatically at himself. "Me? Mind you, I'm just minding my own business. Everything I do is either because someone provoked me and I had to retaliate, or because I had no other choice." He defended himself, unwilling to let anyone make him sound like a reckless child.
"That's what tyrants say to justify their tyranny," Evadam replied flatly. "You're no different from them."
'Oh,' Noah thought, amused. 'Not a child, then. A tyrant. Well, I'll take that.'
"Them?" Noah tilted his head innocently. "You mean the Progenitors?"
Evadam didn't bother answering. Instead, he simply said, "My attention span is limited. So... speak."
Noah decided to be a good boy and play along. His thoughts began to drift, flowing like a soft breeze, as he considered the best path forward, one that would grant him what he wanted while still giving Evadam something to be satisfied with.
Otherwise, the Progenitor would never agree.
So... what did he gather about him so far?
Evadam wanted to see Lucie. That much was clear.
That was the one thing he had openly shown interest in. But beneath that desire — to witness the creation of his children — there was something deeper. A trace of longing, an unspoken nostalgia. Somewhere inside him, Evadam missed the old Earth.
That would also explain why he still kept a relic of it. It was to hold on to that era of light and glory.
But Noah knew that understanding alone wouldn't be enough to win this.
The true obstacle in his path was that Earth was still Evadam's main world, the core of humanity's legacy, even if most humans were completely unaware of its existence.
It wouldn't be easy for him to abandon it. Doing so would mean lowering his power significantly, cutting away at least forty percent of it, since the world core was directly linked to his own.
He would be left weakened. Not weak compared to others, but weak compared to the other progenitors...and that alone was enough reason to hesitate. Those beings were no longer as close as they once had been.
Maybe that was another reason behind his refusal, besides the emotional attachment he held toward Earth.
Taking all of that into account, Noah finally saw a faint outline of a path forward, a way to conclude this negotiation while leaving both sides satisfied.
And so, he parted his lips.
"I have a proposal for you," he said, leaning slightly over the table, placing both elbows upon it, then resting his chin on his folded palms. "First, listen to me and do not interrupt."
Evadam said nothing. He simply fixed his eyes on Noah, the faintest flicker of interest betraying his silent acceptance.
Noah exhaled softly, then continued.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but the situation of Earth actually pains you," he began. "You might act as though it means nothing to you, as though you don't care for power or the glory of your race, but..."
Noah shook his head slowly.
"I don't believe that, Evadam."
Evadam's expression tightened, the faintest tremor of irritation flickering across his face. But Noah didn't mind it. He continued, his tone steady, deliberate.
"You're a progenitor. It's in your nature to care for your creation. It's in your nature to want your race to flourish, to be glorified, to be given the respect it deserves."
He paused there, not breaking eye contact.
At the side, Virgo watched with an unreadable intensity.
"But I also know that what you pursue isn't the same as what the others do," Noah said softly. "You chase something beyond a concept as basic and widespread as strength."
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
"You pursue wisdom. You pursue evolution built upon knowledge, upon science, if you'll allow me to use the lexicon of your own world."
Again, he paused, letting the weight of his words settle, letting them sink deep into both Evadam and Virgo before continuing,
"I can give it to you," he said at last.
"I can give you whatever you need to continue your path of research side by side with your children, in a world where no mana will ever taint. I will let you take that step, and I will give you the opportunity to make gods in a world parched of mana."
"I will give you protection. No one will find you, no one will touch you. And for anyone to reach you... they would have to reach me first."
He chuckled softly, his tone carrying that dangerous confidence only he could wield. "And with all the modesty I have left in me... it's very unlikely."
"So tell me, Evadam...do you know what will happen then?" He smiled faintly. Yet before the progenitor could answer, Noah continued,
"It means you will create your own power system, your own progression...from mortals to gods and even beyond. You will craft it step by step."
Evadam instinctively shuddered, something flickering deep within him, something ancient and long buried.
"Of course, it won't be easy. Of course, you will fail many times. But you have me..."
Noah leaned back in his chair, that ever-present hint of a smile ghosting his face. "And you know me. I am an Abomination. I am the Blasphemer. I am made to walk paths forbidden to others and with me...your chances will be far higher."
"With that, you will no longer be alone. Humans will no longer be looked down upon, their worlds no longer destroyed simply because others can."
"With that, Evadam, Progenitor of Humans..." his voice lowered into a whisper, as though afraid the universe itself might eavesdrop,
"...you will become something beyond just a Progenitor. You will take a step above your peers."
"Now..." his lips curled upward, "...do I have your yes?"
Evadam fell silent. He didn't answer right away. It hurt to admit how deeply he still cared for Earth, and it hurt even more to recognize how his dead heart had begun to burn again under Noah's words.
Yes. Noah was right. That was all he had ever wanted...to learn, to understand, to reach a wisdom that could only be found by bleeding oneself dry.
Not on the battlefield. Not in training grounds. But in the most dangerous place of all...within the mind.
Strength had always been meaningless to him. Perhaps because he had been born at the summit of creation, with no predators save for his fellow progenitors — creatures who knew too well the danger of their own kind to provoke one without cause.
The truth was, the time he had spent watching his children create something out of nothing but their own intellect... that had been his greatest era. His purest joy.
And ever since the destruction of that world, the agony and loneliness had gnawed at him relentlessly, burning him like a murdered sun, blinding him in the darkness it left behind.
So Noah's words touched something deep within him. They stirred something he thought had long died.
Hope.
And oh... hope. What a dangerous word. What a dangerous thing. What a dangerous concept.
Hope is a cloud.
One that can either shield you from the darkness of the universe... or blind you from the light just beyond its reach.
But he was trapped now, unable to stop the fire of hope from spreading through his heart like oil catching flame.
Sighing heavily, Evadam lifted his gaze to meet Noah's.
"What will you do with Earth? And what would be my place in all this?" he asked.
"Earth... will be integrated within me," Noah answered, prompting one of Evadam's brows to rise. Noah's smile deepened as he went on.
"Earth will be my heart. It will not stop turning until I stop walking. It will not die until I draw my last breath."
"My glory will be its glory. My light will bathe it in eternal radiance."
"And you, Evadam, you will be exactly what you've always wished to be." His tone softened, a faint warmth slipping into his voice.
"You will be the pioneer of a new path. A path to make humans something greater...by their own hands, their own methods, their own nature."
He smirked.
"You will be, if you'll allow me once more to borrow the lexicon of your world..."
His smirk widened.
"...an Evolutionary Biologist."
—End of Chapter 362—
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