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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC125: Fight Against The Devourer

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Fight Against The Devourer

Chapter 125 – Fight Against The Devourer

Belzebuth's eyes narrowed in confusion before widening, surprised.

"You... You're still alive?" he asked, genuine disbelief lacing his voice.

And indeed, he had every reason to be surprised. He had left this girl to die. He hadn't killed her himself—but he certainly hadn't expected her to survive.

His expression hardened.

"You're that whore's daughter."

Zara's face remained calm. His words didn't pierce her the way she once feared they might.

"I am," she said. "But aren't I your daughter too? Or do you not consider me that?"

She asked not to provoke—but simply to know. Just to understand how the man who helped create her truly saw her.

Did he see as a tool like her mother ?

Or just...nothing?

Noah stood silently. This wasn't his moment. Not yet. He took a step back—watching, ready.

Belzebuth tilted his head.

SCOFF—!

He laughed, loud and bitter.

"My daughter? You're not worth the title."

"Or did that ridiculous thought enter your mind just because I let you live that day?"

"What a fool. The only reason I didn't kill you with my own hands is because of the blood we share. Not because I saw you as daughter. Just because I was feeling quite nice for the blood inside you. Nothing more."

He shook his head, sneering.

"And you were supposed to die. A powerless, unawakened girl like couldn't survive that day."

His eyes scanned her now. Top to bottom.

"But it seems you survived."

Disgust twisted his features.

"And you look so much like that damn woman. It's sickening."

Zara didn't reply right away. Her hands curled slightly into fists at her sides.

She had expected this—some version of it, anyway.

After all, Belzebuth was a demon known for his selfishness. His gluttony. His obsession with power.

To him, the world was a banquet—and if not for his limitations, he would have devoured it all.

He was that self centered.

Still... she had to ask.

"Why did my mother want her child to have your talent?"

It wasn't a question for Belzebuth, really.

It was for herself.

Because the way her mother had treated her—when she thought Zara lacked that talent—made it clear how deeply important it had been to her.

Belzebuth laughed.

"Oh, that?"

He tapped a finger against his chin, pretending to ponder.

But even while he spoke, his guard never lowered. Not for a second.

He could feel Noah's presence.

Cold. Glacial.

The kind of chill that didn't just freeze—it erased

So while he looked calm, his mind was running at full speed. His power ready to erupt.

He glanced briefly at Noah who was still silent, unreadable.

Then back at Zara.

"I don't mind telling you," he said, lips curling.

"Even I was surprised when I learned the truth. That woman... she was bold."

A pause.

"You thought she wanted you to have it?"

He snorted.

"Don't be stupid. She wanted that talent for herself. She wanted to devour, just like me. She was just as greedy."

He laughed sickeningly.

Zara's brow furrowed.

That didn't make sense.

"But... the talent would have gone to me, not to her. How could she...?"

Belzebuth looked at her like she was hopeless.

"Ignorance," he sighed, "is truly the greatest sin."

He shook his head slowly.

"Your mother wasn't just a mere human. And emotional control wasn't her only talent."

Zara's eyes widened.

"What...?"

"And—"

He stopped suddenly.

Grinned wide. Dark. Wicked.

"I think I've entertained you enough."

He stood.

The throne groaned under his massive weight. The ground beneath trembled.

Not just from his body—but his aura, his presence.

He loomed, towering, casting a long shadow over them both.

"Did you really think you could barge into my domain and expect me to hand over secrets?"

FSHHHH—!

Steam burst from his body.

Fog enveloped him—then vanished after a second.

And the being that emerged stunned both Noah and Zara.

Noah appeared instantly at Zara's side, tense and focused.

They both stared.

A tall, lean man now stood in place of the grotesque glutton.

His body was packed with corded muscle—dangerous, efficient.

Long black hair spilled down his back, and his jet-black eyes mirrored Zara's: bottomless, consuming voids.

Noah nearly didn't recognize him.

But it was him. The same aura. The same weight.

Only now... it was refined. Sharper. Hungrier.

More devouring.

Belzebuth's expression was expressionless.

"Ready?" he asked.

His voice warped the very air.

He didn't wait.

He moved—vanishing, reappearing before them.

A darkened fist already in motion.

"Shit—!" Noah reacted instantly, pushing Zara away and taking the blow himself.

CRACK—!

"FUCK—!"

BOOOOOM—!

Noah was launched backward, crashing violently into the far wall.

"Noah!" Zara cried out, about to run to him—

But—

"Where do you think you're going, dear daughter of mine?"

A brutal kick slammed into her gut.

CRACK—!

"Gah—!"

She flew back, crashing across the stone floor.

Belzebuth stood tall, his body gleaming with dark energy.

"Is that it?" he asked with a mocking sneer.

A beat.

Rumble—!

Then Noah's voice echoed across the chamber.

"Is that it...?"

The temperature instantly plummeted.

Step. Step—

Noah walked forward.

Each footstep dropped the temperature further. The frost spread. The air itself turned sluggish and brittle.

"You think it's over?"

His hands twisted with a sickening crack as they healed before their eyes.

He raised his head—his silver-blue eyes glowing with silent fury.

"Bitch... we're just getting started."

He clenched his fists.

Above him, weapons of pure ice materialized—swords, spears, daggers, javelins, warhammers.

Each one brimming with the essence of ice.

The air cracked, freezing slowly.

Belzebuth looked up, grinned. "Not bad, brat."

He was about to act—until—

A voice rang out from the direction Zara had fallen.

Cold. Beautiful. Detached.

Yet brimming with a singular emotion, as if able to evoke emotions without feeling them, it was compelling—

And,

"Pain."

The air stilled.

Then quivered —as if even the atmosphere recoiled in agony.

Belzebuth staggered.

"ARGH—!"

His hands gripped his skull as pain lanced through him—a depthless suffering that defied understanding. His mind reeled. But soon he regained his sense.

But seconds have passed.

And in those precious few seconds—

Noah didn't just watch.

He smiled. "Not bad, hun."

"Let's try something else then."

He raised a hand.

The ice weapons collapsed into one—a single, colossal sword, hanging above Belzebuth like judgment itself.

The air screamed as it froze and cracked. The room started to turn into a frozen room.

Noah raised his finger toward the sky.

"You know... I think this is our first meeting."

He smirked.

"Enjoy this gift, Father-in-law."

His finger dropped—

And so did the sword.

—End of Chapter 125—

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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC126: Fall Of The Demon Lord

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: Fall Of The Demon Lord

Chapter 126: Fall of the Demon Lord

The sword fell.

You would think that for something so massive, it would fall slowly—but no. The moment Noah stopped speaking, the sword was already upon Belzebuth.

BOOOMMM—!!!

The strike landed. Instantly, the chamber's temperature plummeted further, transforming the space into a frozen wasteland.

Noah then appeared beside Zara, who was struggling to stay on her feet. Belzebuth's kick had been brutal, almost making her vomit her insides out.

"Are you okay?" Noah asked, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder.

He activated his power—over Samsara, over life and death. In seconds, Zara's injuries faded rapidly, her body now fully healed.

Huff—

She let out a breath of relief. "Yes. I'm fine now."

"Good. Now..." Noah turned his gaze back toward Belzebuth. "Let's fight properly."

The Demon Lord stood tall, a frozen wound etched into his palm—the very hand he'd used to block the sword. Frost clung to his skin, creeping along his limbs.

Belzebuth scowled, inspecting the wound.

He frowned,

I can't remove the ice... he realized. Not without time and deep focus. But with these two—

His eyes darted to Noah and Zara.

I have no time and no opportunity to do that.

Truly Incredible. That boy had already reached S-rank, and the girl—his own daughter—her control over emotion was terrifying.

'Truly monsters.'

Belzebuth silently thought.

"Are you done contemplating, Demon Lord Belzebuth?" Noah's voice cut through his thoughts.

Belzebuth smirked,

"Well you know, It's not quite fair, you're—"

He stopped mid-sentence, arms crossing instinctively.

BOOOOMMM—!

"You talk too much, Belzebuth. Let's end this fight. I am in a hurry."

Noah's punch collided with Belzebuth's guard.

"And you're cocky for someone weaker than me."

"Really?"

Frost spread rapidly up Belzebuth's arms. Belzebuth immediately jumped back to create distance, Noah's ice was no ordinary ice. But all that only to feel a hand touch his back.

A voice followed:

"Fear."

"Oh fuck!"

BAM—!

Belzebuth dropped to his knees. His eyes widened in horror.

That's when he saw it.

An illusion.

A beast—no, an abyssal monster of unimaginable height. Its gaping maw was a void, a dark eternity that devoured all. The monster opened his maw wide as if ready to shallow the entire universe inside him.

And in that moment of primal dread, as he looked at this monster, he whispered a name no one would believe possible from him.

"F-Father...?" He said shakily.

Reality snapped back.

In front of him stood Noah and Zara. Noah smirked.

"Scared of your father, huh?"

A beat of silence.

Belzebuth's eyes turned crimson, fury surging.

"You... You... YOU DARE!!"

BOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!

A shockwaves erupted from his roar of anger.

A tidal wave of dark smoke then erupted from him.

Noah and Zara shot backward, retreating as the darkness spread.

They both frowned.

"His power... it's getting stronger," Zara muttered.

Noah's lips twitched. "Guess I pushed a little too hard, huh?"

Zara gave a tense smile. "Seems like it."

Their humor did little to soothe the anxiety building in their chests.

After all, Belzebuth was becoming stronger—

But Noah was no fool.

"I'm not some damn protagonist who waits for your transformation."

CLAP—!

Thousands of ice lotuses bloomed around the black smoke. Each petal was laced with the concept of nothingness.

Noah raised a hand, and clenched it,

"Explode."

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

A cascade of silent explosions rocked the chamber. The ice bloomed and vanished—erased by the void.

Only three areas remained untouched:

Noah and Zara.

The creeping black smoke.

And—

Noah turned his head. Isac and Albert. Still intact.

Only because Noah had chosen not to harm them. They stood like lifeless puppets, awaiting orders.

"You've fallen so low..." he muttered.

"Pathetic."

He had saved them for Sophie. It wasn't his place to choose their fate.

But for how long could he afford to care?

Because—

ROOOOOAAAARRRR—!!!

Belzebuth emerged.

But not as a man.

As a nightmare.

A grotesque fusion of all known races and beasts. Elves, wolves, dwarves, demons, snakes—stitched together in chaotic horror. His true face, at the center, looked at them with eyes blazing red, black veins throbbing inside them.

Noah recoiled in pure disgust. "What the fuck is this?"

It was as if a child had fused creatures without rhyme or reason. No structure. No logic. Just destruction.

It was an unsightly sight.

And then—he moved.

In a flash, the monstrosity lunged. A massive, beastly palm barreled toward them.

Noah acted instantly.

He teleported Zara away for her safety.

"Time freeze."

The strike slowed.

Noah's right hand turned translucent—space embodied.

He swiped his hand.

He whispered, "Space Destruction."

SHATTER—!

Space cracked and swallowed the palm whole.

"Arghhh..."

"You dare...!" Belzebuth howled.

His mind was gone—consumed by rage.

All because Zara had made him feel.

Feel fear.

Made him remember a memory he'd buried. A vulnerability he denied. A story or rather a being he never wanted to think about again.

And now—

Only wrath remained.

That's the flaw with pride.

When it shatters, you either rise again, stronger—or fall into chaos.

Belzebuth?

He chose the fall.

Noah stood calmly as tentacles, poison, and bestial roars approached. A mouth opened in the belly of the beast and started to breathe fire.

But Noah was no longer worried.

Because how dangerous is a creature with no mind?

"What a shame."

He raised his finger, now sharpened like a blade.

Sword embodied.

"As an SS-rank, you should've had a concept."

"But like this—how can you use it?"

He slashed the air.

"Sever."

All incoming attacks were sliced clean, dissipating into the very weight of Noah's severing power.

"How can you fight me—The One Who Is All—while you've lost your mind?"

What a disappointment.

But he wasn't done.

This time—Soul.

And his voice.

His voice became command. Became truth. Became soul itself.

He addressed the countless souls trapped inside Belzebuth—the ones devoured over centuries.

"All of you, except Belzebuth..."

"Die."

It was not a request.

It was a decree.

And they obeyed.

"ARGHHHHH—!!!"

—End of Chapter 126—

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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC127: The Being Behind the events

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: The Being Behind the events

Chapter 127: The Being Behind the events

They obeyed.

Because it was no longer Noah speaking.

It was the concept of Soul itself—embodied, alive—that commanded them.

And how could mere souls disobey the will of their ruler?

They couldn't.

So they died.

A pitiful end, maybe even for some innocent souls among them. But Noah didn't have the time or luxury to sort through them one by one. No judgment. Just a decree.

And the moment that decree was spoken—

They vanished.

All of them.

"ARGHHHHH—!"

Belzebuth's scream shattered the silence. The air trembled; ice cracked and collapsed around him, echoing with agony.

Noah stood, unmoved. His eyes were like winter.

Zara appeared beside him. Her gaze sharp, her face tight with anger.

"Why did you do that?" she asked coldly. "Do you think I'm some weak girl who needs protection?"

Noah gave her a sheepish smile. "No, my dear hybrid. But my power... it's not stable yet. I didn't want to risk hurting you by accident."

He paused.

"But we'll talk about that later."

He turned, walking toward Belzebuth, who lay broken on the frozen floor. His body was a patchwork of chaos. Incomplete. His eyes stared blankly at the sky.

Noah studied him.

The truth was obvious now—Belzebuth's talent was either incomplete... or never truly SSS-rank.

Because no true SSS talent came with such a fatal flaw.

Yes, Belzebuth could devour powers. But he couldn't assimilate them. They remained foreign—loose pieces stitched onto a body that never accepted them.

That's why his transformation was so erratic. So... monstrous.

"So greedy," Noah muttered, crouching beside him. "You couldn't even digest what you consumed."

Ice burst from the floor, chaining Belzebuth in place.

The Demon Lord turned his head slowly. His red eyes still burned with hatred.

"You... you dare...?"

Noah ignored him and looked at Zara.

"He's your father. And you control emotions. Make him return to his senses. Then we'll talk."

He turned toward Isac and Albert, still standing like statues. Ice surged again, binding them—but this time, it went deeper. Freezing their blood, their minds, just enough to keep them alive. Just enough to prevent any tricks Belzebuth might still have left.

He wouldn't risk it—not with Sophie.

Zara nodded, stepping forward. Her eyes locked on her father.

But as she drew near...

She felt nothing.

No rage. No sorrow. No regret.

Just... peace.

Not because Belzebuth was broken.

But because—for the first time—she understood something.

Something simple. Something obvious to others... but new to her.

She had chased him her whole life.

Because she was lonely.

And that's the danger of loneliness. It makes you desperate. It blinds you. You run to anything that feels like warmth—even if it burns you.

People say, "Don't be hasty." And they're right.

It's like a starving man at a marketplace—he buys the first thing he sees. And most of the time? It poisons him.

So don't be hasty. Don't be eager to escape loneliness.

Because loneliness, after all, is where you grow the most.

That realization settled deep within her. Quiet. Final.

And in that moment...

Zara became truly a HeartWaver.

She breathed in.

Then out.

The air trembled with the emotions she released. No sadness. No pain. Only light.

Love. Joy. Peace. Contentment.

The atmosphere shimmered. You could almost see illusions of pink flowers blooming around the room.

And when these feelings flooded the space—like poison to a beast—they struck Belzebuth.

He jerked.

Because a creature like him couldn't feel these things. His body rejected them like infection.

And then—

"Where... am I?"

His voice was weaker. Clearer.

He turned and saw Zara standing before him.

"Oh. You're that bitch's daughter."

Zara smiled softly. "Maybe."

Noah crouched beside Belzebuth again, eye to eye.

"Let's not waste time."

He leaned closer.

"Do you know your situation right now? If not, let me paint it for you."

His tone dropped to ice.

"We'll ask questions. You'll answer. Don't lie and don't stall."

"Or you'll regret it."

Belzebuth laughed—broken, bitter. "What's left for me to lose?"

"If I'm dying, I'm taking that bitch with me."

His voice trembled with pain. Speaking was hard. His body was wrecked.

Noah frowned. "Who?"

Belzebuth's gaze flicked to Zara. "Her mother, of course."

Silence.

Then he grinned. "You still think I killed her? Fool."

"What I killed was a human clone. That woman can't be killed easily. Her talent... it's revolting."

Zara's breath caught.

"Who is my mother? Where is she?"

Belzebuth paused, then answered.

"She's a vampire. Pure-blood. Her control over blood is... obscene. She could manipulate your bloodline—and through it, even your soul."

Zara froze. My mother... a vampire? How?

"How can I be human if she was a vampire?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"How?" Belzebuth sneered. "She hijacked a human woman's body. Parasited it with her bloodline. Made sure you only inherited the human traits. Not her blood."

He laughed—a disgusting sound.

"You see now?"

He smirked. "She wanted to extract your talent. Rip it from you and claim it for herself. You were just a harvest. So why would she give you her bloodline?"

"She couldn't take it from me. I'm SS-rank. Her clone wasn't strong enough for that."

He chuckled again. "So yeah. You were born to be drained and discarded."

Zara didn't respond. Her mind swirled with thoughts too heavy to process.

But Noah's thoughts were elsewhere.

"Wait... vampires exist?"

Belzebuth looked at him like he was stupid. "Ignorance is a sin. You're powerful—but blind. Pathetic."

Noah scowled. Why didn't Laeh tell me this? How could he miss something so important?

The thought rattled him.

But he forced himself to stay in the moment.

More important right now—what Belzebuth said about bloodline and soul.

"How does blood control give access to talents?"

Belzebuth shrugged. "Ask her. Even her clan feared her. But understand this—talent resides in the soul. And bloodline is the foundation. The root of one's being."

Noah's eyes widened.

Talent lives in the soul...

Bloodline is the origin of the being...

It was like a door opening in his mind.

He stared at Belzebuth.

"Why tell me this? Aren't you afraid I'll take your talent? Your bloodline?"

Belzebuth grinned with madness. The sight, twisted and raw, was almost tragic.

"That's what I want."

"Take it. This incomplete, cursed thing."

"And kill me. I don't care anymore."

His pride had truly shattered.

Noah frowned. "What scared you this much? Was it your father?"

Belzebuth didn't answer.

Noah didn't press.

Instead, he turned to Zara.

"I want to try it. What he said."

If he could take talent directly—from soul to soul—without the System...

It would be legendary.

He hesitated.

"But I don't know what'll happen. He might die. Or break even more."

His voice softened slightly, almost unsure. He didn't want Zara to think he was toying with her father's life on a whim.

But Zara nodded, calm and steady.

She no longer cared.

Belzebuth never saw her as a daughter.

Why should she feel pity?

And her mind was filled now with thoughts of her mother.

"Do what you must."

Noah exhaled, a hint of relief in his breath.

"Thank you, Zara. I'll do my best... not to kill him by accident."

He turned to Belzebuth.

"Ready?"

—End of Chapter 127—

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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC128: The frightening realization

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: The frightening realization

Chapter 128: The frightening realization

Zara stood a couple of meters behind Noah, keeping a safe distance to ensure she wouldn't be harmed unnecessarily.

Meanwhile, Noah faced Belzebuth, who lay motionless on the ground, waiting for his fate.

He didn't resist. He didn't even have the will to.

All he wanted... was for it to end.

He hadn't refused Zara's mother the right to copy his talent out of arrogance. No.

It was because his talent was incomplete.

Broken.

He couldn't let that creature discover his deepest insecurity—his greatest liability.

So when he found out she had tricked him to extract his talent, he snapped.

And the only reason he had let Zara live—rather than kill her outright—was because she didn't carry his talent.

Otherwise, she would've died too. He wouldn't let another being go through the same pain as him.

Belzebuth sighed heavily inwardly.

'All these struggles, all these fights... for nothing.'

'My rebellion against my father... for nothing.'

'My arrival in this world, all to accumulate power, to find a way to perfect my talent or even change the cursed bloodline inside me... all for nothing.'

All of it—for nothing?

His heart ached. All he had ever wanted was to escape his father's shadow.

To have something of his own. To not be known as the broken child.

And now it had all come to an end because of—

Belzebuth turned his head slightly, his body still aching from the damage of his transformation. He looked at Noah, who sat calmly nearby—watching him, but clearly distracted. His mind was elsewhere.

But even in this moment of distraction, Belzebuth could sense it—if he so much leaked a thought of killing intent, he wouldn't even realize how he died.

'How can a being like him exist?'

How was he able to use so many concepts with ease... as if he was them, at his age?

How?

This child is... an abomination.

Pause.

Abomination?

Belzebuth's eyes widened.

"Abomination...?" he muttered aloud.

His voice trembled, his gaze sharpened in fear and realization.

"ABOMINATION?!"

He shouted—staggered by something terrifying, something earth-shattering.

Because that term wasn't thrown around lightly.

Not even his father, as powerful and monstrous as he was, was called that.

And that's when it clicked.

"That chime of the Akashic Records... it was you."

"FUCK—fuck, it was you?!"

Noah blinked, puzzled. "What nonsense are you spouting now? Don't worry, father-in-law, I won't kill you. Rest easy."

But Belzebuth wasn't listening anymore. His mind raced.

He had just discovered something incredible.

Something the entire universe would kill to know.

He looked into Noah's eyes—deeply, desperately.

"You... you're the third Abomination."

Yes.

Belzebuth had uncovered Noah's true identity.

The identity the entire cosmos feared.

The identity Noah himself... had no idea about.

...

Meanwhile, at the Academy—

Alice entered her room after a long, exhausting day. Her room mirrored her personality—lush, serene, and entirely green.

Even the ground and ceiling shimmered with hues of emerald.

But it was crafted with such elegance, such finesse, that one couldn't help but feel at peace inside.

It was oddly comforting.

The moment Alice stepped in, she collapsed face-first onto her bed.

Since Zara's disappearance, her vice president duties had fallen upon her. On top of classes, training, and council work—her days were packed.

She hadn't even had time to review her own studies.

"Ahh... tired..."

Her voice was soft—so sweet it nearly rivaled Lilith's. Yet it carried weight, too. A kind of power.

Even her simple sigh made the air tremble.

And if not for the reinforced barriers Elira had built into her room, that trembling wouldn't have been the only consequence.

"When... will this situation end?"

She mumbled into her pillow.

Elira had promised to help her stabilize her power. But since then... nothing.

She waited.

And waiting was agony.

No one knew how difficult it was—to want to speak, but be forced into silence. Because her voice alone could destroy.

No one knew how difficult it was to always stay silent.

Not because she wanted to stay silent—but because she had to.

Sigh.

Alice exhaled again, gazing at her ever-green ceiling.

Sometimes, she wondered how Zara was doing.

Before leaving, Zara had simply said she was going on an adventure with Neko.

But...

'Are you doing okay, Zara?'

Alice worried. Even if Zara never saw her as more than a superior, Alice truly cared.

She didn't know Zara's past—but it must've been dark, twisted. Something that made her afraid of love itself.

That's why Alice had been relieved when Neko came into her life.

And hopeful, too, when Noah appeared.

"I just hope... he doesn't hurt her."

She didn't doubt Noah's appeal—he was powerful, charismatic, and charming.

If he pursued her, Zara might eventually give in.

"And if he ever dares to hurt her..."

Alice smiled—fiercely.

She wasn't violent by nature. If anything, she was gentle and kind.

But when it came to protecting her loved ones—

She would become a monster.

"Better sleep."

Tomorrow would be another long day.

She sighed once more, closed her eyes—

And drifted off.

Unaware that three beings—one with white eyes, one with glowing purple irises, and one made of shadows—were watching her.

...

In the White Realm—

Elira, Selene, and Shadeva had just finished observing Alice.

"What do you two think of her?" Elira asked, casually.

Selene frowned. "Why do you ask?"

"Because she'll be part of Noah's harem," Elira replied.

Pause.

Selene turned toward her sharply.

Her eyes cold. "How many are there already?"

"Around eleven," Elira said with a teasing smile.

Selene exhaled sharply. Rage bubbled beneath her calm exterior.

"I see."

She turned to Shadeva.

"Are you one of them?"

"No," Shadeva replied instantly.

"Good. Because there will be no more women."

Selene's voice was final.

"This is it. I won't accept another girl becoming close to him."

Her tone dropped.

"And I swear to the most unholy... if any woman starts growing close to him romantically, I will kill her before it happens."

Her eyes were like blades.

"And if she's stronger than you?" Elira asked, amused.

Selene didn't flinch.

"She won't."

"And if she truly is then we'll kill her together."

She looked at both of them with grim resolve.

"Whether it's soul death, assassination, or eternal freezing—we will destroy any woman who tempts my son."

Because Noah was becoming greedy.

And Selene wouldn't let him fall to temptation. She didn't want her son to be like those horny guys.

She would discipline him—truly—for the first time in her life.

'How dare he love other women... besides me?' Selene thought resentfully.

Yes that was the main reason actually.

Luminara muttered inside her head with a deadpan voice 'Crazy bitch.'

—End of Chapter 128—

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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC129: Records's favorite

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Records's favorite

Chapter 129: Record's Favorite

"You are the third abomination," Belzebuth said, his voice firm and certain.

He knew what that meant. The universe had legends about such beings—beings called Abominations.

They were entities whose power was so obscene, so boundless, that it defied all logic. Only the leaders of the major factions could possibly stand against them.

But even they wouldn't dare.

Because being able to oppose them... wasn't the same as surviving the attempt.

At their level, killing them was almost impossible. The smartest path was to avoid creating that kind of enemy altogether.

And now—to think that someone with the potential to become one of them was standing right in front of him?

Belzebuth could barely believe his luck.

'Is this... finally my opportunity?'

It had to be.

And he would seize it.

"You're not even aware of it, but the entire universe already knows who you are."

Noah stared at him blankly.

'Is this guy playing dumb and crazy to make me spare him?' he wondered.

"Did you get scared and decide to back out?"

"There's no quitting now, father-in-law. So shut up and lie back down."

Belzebuth froze.

"Listen to—"

"If you say one more word, you'll regret it."

Belzebuth immediately shut his mouth. He couldn't afford to test Noah's patience.

Noah sighed. He needed total concentration. What he was about to attempt was anything but easy.

Belzebuth rambling about anomalies and abominations? He had no time for that nonsense.

He closed his eyes, replaying Belzebuth's earlier words in his mind.

'Talents are in the soul.'

He already knew that—he'd felt it when his own talents had begun to grow.

But he'd never stopped to really think about it.

'So if talents are part of the soul... that means, with enough soul manipulation, I could theoretically take someone else's talent.'

'Then why didn't Elira do it? Or... maybe she did—and never told me?'

[Host, stealing someone's talent by interacting with their soul is far more difficult and dangerous than you think. A soul knows when someone it doesn't recognize tries to take what's inside it.]

[It will resist with everything it has. And if it senses it's losing... it will self-destruct. That backlash can damage your soul—fatally. It's an automatic response. So no, not just anyone can do this.]

Noah nodded slowly.

'So Zara's mother must have a special talent that allows her to do it safely.'

[Most likely. And that kind of talent is extremely rare. Be careful—she might be far more dangerous than even Belzebuth realizes.]

Another nod.

Noah gathered his focus.

The task itself sounded simple—but the execution? That was another matter.

All he had to do was: enter Belzebuth's soul, examine it, find the point where his talent was inscribed—and then take it.

Easier said than done.

"Don't move. Don't speak. Don't do anything," Noah instructed.

Belzebuth nodded in silence.

Noah turned to Zara. She nodded back at him reassuringly.

Haaaah...

He took a deep breath.

And then—his body shifted.

His form became wisps of smoke, his eyes fading into smoky tendrils, and his hair becoming a floating cluster of glowing white mist.

It was strange. Ethereal.

This was: Soul Embodiment.

His entire being transformed into a soul-state.

He reached out and touched Belzebuth's chest—and immediately made contact with his soul.

Every soul was unique.

Noah's own was a vast construct of condensed power—obscene, radiant, immeasurable.

Belzebuth's soul, by contrast, was like a black void. A hollow darkness, devouring and endless.

A miniature version of Noah's smoky form appeared inside it.

"Now then—"

His eyes glinted.

"Soul Search."

A ripple of soul-energy exploded outward, scanning Belzebuth's entire soul in an instant.

Noah's head turned sharply—he sensed something in the distance.

Then, he vanished.

He reappeared in a place so dark it felt like the void itself was alive—consuming everything, including his perception.

The moment he arrived, that darkness surged toward him, trying to devour him whole.

BOOM—!

The attack slammed against a glowing soul-barrier Noah conjured instantly.

He walked forward calmly, the darkness shattering against his defenses.

Minutes passed.

Then, he stopped.

To the naked eye, there was nothing in front of him. Just more endless dark.

But Noah could feel it—something was there.

The thing he was looking for.

"I've tolerated you long enough."

"Freeze."

A burst of divine ice spread out from him, freezing the entire void around him with zero resistance.

"Sever."

CRACK! CRACK!

The frozen veil shattered.

Before him appeared a strange, pulsing vein—dark, translucent, and inscribed with glowing black symbols.

Noah stared at it.

"Is that it?"

[Yes. That's a Soul Vein—also known as a Talent Vein. Those inscriptions define the very essence of a talent.]

"So I have multiple of these inside me?"

[Correct.]

"How did you make them?"

[My methods are beyond your understanding. But know this—Talent Veins form when the soul essence condenses into a line, mixes with your origin blood, and becomes inscribed with the core of a talent—in a language only the Record understands.]

"How do you inscribe them? With what?"

[With a language. A special language... and with also your origin blood and your soul power. Combined.]

[That's why it's so dangerous. If you make a mistake—your origin blood and soul will both be damaged. You could end up crippled forever.]

"So... if I manage to extract this vein, I can steal his talent?"

[Yes.]

Noah examined the Talent Vein carefully.

But then—he noticed something.

Parts of the inscriptions... were missing.

Incomplete.

"So this is why he said his talent was broken."

He frowned.

Taking it as-is would mean inheriting a defective talent. That didn't sit well with him.

"Why didn't he try to fix it? Fill in the missing parts?"

[Because as I just said these inscriptions are written in a language that cannot be learned—only understood. The language of the Akashic Record.]

[You need to enter a soul, comprehend the inscriptions, and have the affinity to interpret them. Without that affinity, it's impossible.]

[In a population of trillions—no, quadrillions—only one person may have that affinity. And most of the case it's a low rank.]

[It's called: Record Affinity.]

'Record Affinity? Never heard of it...' Noah scowled.

"So I can't copy this talent?"

[Not unless you have that affinity.]

"Tch. Then what now? Should I still take it and try completing it later if I ever managed to obtain the Record Affinity?"

"Can't the Akashic Record just give it to me? I mean, it seems to like me."

[No—]

The system stopped mid-sentence.

Because at that moment—

The Akashic Record chimed.

{Your request has been heard, Noah Weaverheart.}

{Your request has been approved.}

A heavy silence fell.

Noah's eyes widened in disbelief. 'Wait—what?! I was just joking!'

And it wasn't over.

{DING! DING! DING! DING!}

{GLORIOUS!}

{You are a being the Akashic Record favors heavily.}

{An incredible achievement.}

{Title Received: Record's Favorite.}

...Oh my lord.

—End of Chapter 129—

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Chapter 130: Chapter 130: King of Blood

Chapter 130: King of Blood

{Title Received: Record's Favorite}

[You have awakened the Affinity: Record (A-Rank)]

Noah stood still, staring at the overlapping notifications from his system and the Akashic Record.

To say he was shocked would be an understatement.

He had joked—joked—about wanting the Record Affinity.

And now... he had it?

"He really must like me, huh?" Noah thought silently, half-smiling.

But deep down, he hoped the Record wouldn't demand something in return for this unexpected gift.

He didn't mind the titles and traits he earned through his actions. He'd worked for those.

But this?

This was a wish, randomly granted.

"Hopefully this isn't one of those 'we've supported you, now it's time to repay us' situations."

Raising his head, he looked again at Belzebuth's Talent Vein. This time, the strange inscriptions inscribed on it instantly made sense.

He could read them. Understand them. Even write them.

Noah grinned. "Now we're talking."

He studied the inscriptions, reading them multiple times. He needed to memorize every detail before exiting Belzebuth's soul.

He couldn't afford to make a new Talent Vein while still inside.

So, after several minutes of careful memorization—ensuring he didn't forget a single symbol—he finally stopped.

"I've got it all. Time to head out and get ready to copy a talent."

A smirk played on his lips.

This would be his first time doing something the system usually handled.

Now, he would do it.

"For once, aren't you a little sad, System?"

[Host becoming stronger is my only purpose. Whether it's by my hand or yours doesn't matter.]

Noah smiled gently.

"It is thanks to you. You, and my women. Without all of you, I wouldn't be here. That's why I want to be worthy of you all and also not be someone my women would just admire and chase after. I want to be someone they can lean on—without fear."

He meant it.

He knew—without his system and the people around him, he'd never be where he was now. Not even in a million years.

"Also... I really don't like how scattered everything is with the girls. If things continue this way, it's only going to get worse. I need to bring them all together."

And hopefully, the unstable ones wouldn't go crazy in the process.

With a sigh, Noah glanced around inside Belzebuth's soul one last time.

"Well, since I'm already here... might as well bind my dear father-in-law's soul."

He raised his smoke-like hand.

Chains formed out of thin air and snaked around the entire soul of Belzebuth, binding it completely.

Outside, Belzebuth felt the shackles lock in place.

He didn't say a word.

He only clenched his teeth, suppressing the discomfort crawling through him.

'It's for the greater good... it's for the greater good...'

He repeated the mantra again and again, trying to steady his nerves.

If Noah was binding him, then that meant Noah wasn't planning to kill him.

And that meant...

He could stay close to an abomination.

That alone was worth enduring anything.

When the binding process ended, Noah returned to the outside world. He stood up and stretched.

"How did it go? Did you manage to take over his talent?" Zara asked, approaching him.

Noah smiled. "No need. I've got something smarter in mind."

An idea struck him.

Since he had no intention of revealing the system's existence, this could serve as a perfect cover.

His absurd strength, his countless talents—if people, especially his women, began asking questions, he could just say he copied them.

That would hide the truth perfectly.

He smiled inwardly. 'Yes... this works.'

Looking at Zara, he said, "I'm not going to take it. I'll just copy it. And since the talent is incomplete, I'll finish it myself."

Zara's eyes widened in shock. "You can copy talents?"

Noah lifted his chin smugly. "Of course, of course, my dear. Your husband is incredible. Didn't you ever wonder how I have so many abilities? Well—that's how."

Suddenly, everything clicked for Zara.

If he could copy talents—and have multiple from different categories—it explained why Noah was such a monster.

"You're basically becoming a flawless being," she whispered.

"Well, I'm still taking baby steps... but yeah. That's the goal."

He stepped forward, voice softening. "And don't worry—you won't be left behind. None of you will."

Zara smiled at that. "I wasn't worried to begin with. Or did you forget who I am?"

She smirked. "I'm the Weaver of Heart, sweetheart. Just wait. I'll show you what emotional power can really do."

"Oh, I know, dear. I know."

He hugged her.

"I'm proud of you. I know the things with your mother must be messing with your heart and mind. but you've been strong. Just... remember, you don't have to pretend around me, okay? We'll figure it out. Together."

Zara's smile softened. "Thank you, sweetheart."

Noah nodded, returning the smile.

He released the hug and said, "I'll need some time alone to copy it. You can talk to your father or do whatever you want."

As he turned away, he added casually, "Oh—and no, we're not killing him."

He smirked inwardly. 'Can't let my dear father-in-law die on me, right?'

"I don't mind," Zara said, smiling. She knew exactly why he spared Belzebuth.

And she appreciated it.

...

Noah now sat alone in a quiet room, cross-legged on the ground, spine straight, focus razor-sharp.

"System, what's Rouge's affection level?"

If he wanted to control his Origin Blood properly, he needed blood affinity. And for that, he needed a bond with someone who had it.

[75%.]

Noah nodded.

Rouge respected him deeply. But it wasn't romantic. It was the kind of admiration one warrior had for another.

That was the thing about the system.

It never tracked just love.

It tracked true bonds.

And true bonds could be love... or friendship, mentorship, rivalry, respect—anything meaningful.

"If I bond with Rouge... I can share her blood affinity. I might as well do the same with her talent."

"System, bond with her."

DING!

[You have bonded with Rouge Bloodheart.]

A pause.

[Applying x10,000 effect.]

[You have obtained the Affinity: Blood (Transformation Rank).]

[You have obtained the Talent: King of Blood (EX – Unique Rank).]

Instantly, a wave of excruciating pain surged through Noah's body as it completely dissolved into a pool of blood.

"Fuck... here we go again."

The transformation had begun.

—End of Chapter 130—

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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC131: The Architect of Talent

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: The Architect of Talent

Chapter 131: The Architect of Talent

Huff... Huff... Huff...

Noah breathed heavily. He had just completed his transformation—but one thing remained unchanged.

"I hate this shit," he muttered aloud.

He cursed under his breath before returning to his cross-legged position and shutting his eyes.

He steadied his breathing. "Show me the new talent description."

[Talent: King of Blood (EX – Unique Rank)]

[Description: Blood obeys you. Blood is your power. Shape it however you want.]

Noah stared at the description, then squinted.

"System... are you lacking some inspiration?"

[...]

The system didn't respond.

"Yeah, thought so," Noah scoffed internally.

Focusing again, he decided to test out his new blood affinity first—before messing with his origin blood.

Eyes closed, breath even, he began.

Soon, blood began seeping into the room from nowhere, pooling across every surface—even where he sat. But it didn't stop there.

Noah started to manipulate it.

Jagged Spikes formed. Then spears. Then a hovering eye made entirely of blood—beautiful and eerie at once.

Finally, he created a massive, detailed arm flipping the middle finger.

He smirked at the last one.

"I'm so childish. I should stop."

The constructs splashed into droplets, then vanished—absorbed back into Noah. The room returned to normal, as though it hadn't just been drenched in blood.

"Now I'm ready to try it."

"If something goes wrong, will you help me, System?"

[No. For this one, you are on your own.]

Tsk.

He clicked his tongue. "As you wish."

Noah recalled calmly the step he had to make.

Control the origin of blood.

Mix it with soul essence into a thin line.

Form the talent vein.

Inscribe the record-based talent description.

No rushing.

Step by step.

Noah closed his eyes again, turning his awareness inward. With his transcended self, finding his origin blood was easy.

Drawing from it, he extracted a sphere of shimmering blood.

And it was... miraculous.

It was as if every color in existence had blended into it perfectly—radiant, yet calm. A quiet, impossible beauty.

He transformed the sphere into a thin line. With his Transformation-ranked blood affinity, the task was smooth.

Then, with care, he guided the line of blood into his soul space.

And oh, how it had changed since the last time Elizabeth saw it.

Once a static environment, Noah's soul space now shifted unpredictably:

One moment, a frozen wasteland.

The next, a void of pure nothingness.

Then a field of swords in land of ice, followed by a pink world filled with naked women...

Chaotic—but not random.

Its changes followed some grand logic that would drive genius researchers into euphoric obsession.

And as the origin blood entered the soul space, it responded with joy, transforming into a sea of blood.

Very Fitting.

Noah didn't stop.

He began the next phase—combining soul essence with the origin blood.

It was meticulous. Every droplet had to be perfectly measured. The sea of blood bubbled with tension.

Outside, Noah was drenched in sweat.

He was giving it everything—because if he screwed this up, he would be completely, utterly—

"—fucked," he muttered aloud.

And Noah was straight.

So yeah. He gave it everything.

Minutes passed. His focus never wavered.

Finally...

A shimmering vein of light hovered before him.

Success.

Huff...

Noah sighed with relief.

"Now comes the hard part."

It was time to inscribe the talent description—a task requiring his Record Affinity.

He recalled Belzebuth's talent inscription:

"Gain what you devour and ... yours."

Obviously, the missing part was something like "make it yours."

That's why Belzebuth only gained power—but it was never truly his.

But Noah wasn't just going to gain. He would rewrite the rule.

Devouring was efficient, sure—but limited.

What if he encountered something he didn't want to devour? Or couldn't?

What will he do then?

Too many drawbacks.

And Noah hated drawbacks.

So, he'd follow the format—but tweak the function and title.

[Be complete in your description. At your level, you're too weak for unrestricted abilities. So Add a drawback. You hate it, sure, but at least it's one you get to choose.]

Noah understood. If he made it too overpowered he might not even succeed.

But come on...

Wasn't he a transcended being?

He smirked.

Then he began.

"Talent Name: Copycat."

"Description: The ability to copy the talent of any being up to three ranks above me."

Reasonable.

Not overpowered.

He specified talent—not title, not bloodline, not physique and even affinity. Just talent.

But Noah always wanted more.

So he added:

"The version I copy will be a thousand times better than the original and fitting for me."

That was the Noah touch.

Then, he began inscribing it onto the talent vein. He created a pen with his soul essence and origin blood combined. Then with his record affinity, he started to inscribe.

It took over ten minutes—slow and grueling.

He was new to using his Record Affinity. But honestly, the fact that he could even do it on his first try was already absurd.

When he finished, the talent vein flared with blinding light, illuminating the entire soul space.

It moved—on its own—sinking deep into Noah's soul.

Toward the place where all his talents rested.

There, it calmly joined the others.

And inserted itself directly beneath his Primordial Talent: Omnipotence—becoming one of its sub-skills.

The moment it did...

Noah felt it.

He sensed the power shift, the new layer to his being.

And so did the Akashic Record.

{DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!}

{MAGNIFICENT.}

{You have created your own talent.}

{You have done something few beings in all of existence have ever achieved.}

{You are worthy.}

{Title Received: The Architect of Talent.}

{Truly... you didn't disappoint, Noah Weaverheart.}

But that wasn't the end.

Because—

DING!

[You have met the hidden condition for the System to evolve.]

A pause.

DING!!

[Evolution complete. The System can now share and merge titles. Titles shared will adapt uniquely to you. However, due to the nature of the talent you just created, the ability to share talents has been removed.]

[Congratulations, Host.]

[You are... wonderful!]

—End of Chapter 131—

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Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Abominations and Brother-in-Laws

Chapter 132: Abominations and Brother-in-Laws

Noah had created his own talent.

A fifteen-year-old boy had created his own talent.

Just saying it out loud felt absurd.

No one in the universe would believe it.

And yet... it happened.

"System, what's the grade of my talent?"

[EX – Unique Rank.]

Noah smiled, pride swelling in his chest.

His first self-created talent was already EX Unique Rank. That wasn't something many beings—if any—could brag about.

He stood up, stretching his limbs.

"So now I can copy talents—better versions of them—without needing to rely on gender-based restrictions or emotional ties."

That was his real goal.

There were guys out there with incredible talents, and forming emotional bonds just to access them was... bothersome. He already had enough at this moment.

And now—

"That's enough for now. Let's handle the situation with my women—get them together and at least make sure they are able to tolerate each other."

He needed to build a strong foundation. A strong family. He doesn't want a family with problems everyday.

And If he kept adding new members without managing the relationships, it'd spiral into chaos.

And that's not his goal.

Noah sighed softly.

"Let's go back to Zara."

He teleported immediately.

...

Noah arrived to find Zara and Belzebuth locked in an intense staring contest.

Neither blinked. Neither flinched.

Noah shook his head, chuckling softly.

"I'm back."

His voice startled them both—and they blinked at the same time.

They turned sharply, glaring at him. Noah just smirked.

"I've been waiting for you," Belzebuth said.

Noah tilted his head. "What do you want?"

Zara stood up, walking toward him.

"He kept going on and on about you being an abomination and blah blah blah. He just wouldn't shut up."

"Rambling? Bullshit. You just didn't understand," Belzebuth grumbled, then turned to Noah, expression serious.

"You can choose not to believe me, but in my current state, I've got no reason to lie."

Noah nodded, giving him the floor.

"I don't know how to explain it properly, but in this universe, there exist two beings known as abominations."

At those words, Noah immediately recalled his conversation with Echidna. Combined with Belzebuth constantly calling him that...

He began to understand.

"And the birth of such beings is marked by a chime heard in every corner of the universe—delivered by the Akashic Records."

"And not long ago... one resounded. Was that you?"

Noah stayed silent.

'So it was heard across the entire universe...?'

He had assumed it was confined to this world.

Zara turned to him, surprised.

She had heard that chime, too... so it was because of Noah?

And universe?

Her brain struggled to catch up. After everything she'd learned today, it was a miracle her head hadn't exploded.

"Indeed, it was me," Noah answered honestly.

He had no reason to lie—and Belzebuth clearly knew something. That might prove useful. Especially since Echidna, in her goddess status, was limited in action.

Tsk. Useless goddess.

At his confession, Belzebuth smiled.

"I knew it."

Despite his injured body, he immediately dropped to one knee.

The moment he dropped to one knee, centuries of pride dissolved like ash. His soul screamed in silence—but he bowed anyway

Noah and Zara both raised their eyebrows at this sight.

"Please take me under you," Belzebuth said with difficulty.

"As a slave or whatever—you've already bound my soul, so you know I can't betray you. Just take me in."

Noah looked at him calmly.

In that moment, he realized he was more important to the cosmic order than he'd thought.

"Stand up first," Noah said. Belzebuth obeyed.

Noah might not like him, but at the end of the day, he was still Zara's father. And if things between them had a chance of mending, Noah didn't want to treat him with unnecessary cruelty.

But to take him under him?

That wasn't a decision Noah would make alone.

He turned to Zara.

She looked back, then smiled warmly.

'He's so cute', she thought.

Since the beginning, Noah had always been considerate of her, especially when it came to her father. She could see how much he valued her opinion—and that warmed her heart.

But in this case?

She had no intention of interfering.

Her father had made his decision.

So—

"Do as you please, sweetheart. He made his choices already. And I stopped caring when he stopped being a father. Well, he was never a father to begin with."

She said it coldly.

Belzebuth flinched slightly. But remained silent.

Noah sighed but accepted it.

"Fine. You'll be under me."

He placed a hand on Belzebuth's head and activated the title: The Slave Master—a title that allowed him to enslave individuals with unbreakable restrictions.

A few seconds later, it was done.

Belzebuth could immediately feel the deeper restriction. Stronger than the previous soul bind. It was overwhelming.

He sighed inwardly.

He hated being bound—but if this was what it took...

'Then so be it. I'll be a slave.'

To him, pride didn't matter anymore.

Only strength did.

"Well, now that's settled..." Noah turned toward Isac and Albert, still frozen in place.

"Let's talk about my purpose here. And about those two."

Belzebuth nodded.

"My purpose was to gain control of your domain. That part's done. No need to talk about it further."

"But soon, I'll need your help—for a grand battle."

"I need you and your territory to be ready."

Noah's voice turned firm.

"So from now on, stop eating all day and manage your territory."

"And if you do well, I'll reward you."

Belzebuth smiled at that last part.

That was what he had been waiting to hear.

"I'll do my absolute best."

Noah nodded.

"As for those two... I don't know what you did, but make them regain their sense. Only their sense."

He smirked.

"I need them to stay exactly like that, in this appearance, for something."

SNAP—!

With a snap of Belzebuth's fingers, Isac and Albert returned to awareness.

"W-Where am I?"

"W-Where?"

They looked around in confusion—until their eyes landed on Noah.

Immediately, clarity returned to their expressions.

They both jumped back, trying to put distance between them and him.

"Noah Weaverheart?!"

They shouted in unison, hearts pounding.

"Hi, brothers-in-law," Noah smiled.

"Seems this is our first official meeting, huh?"

They didn't answer. His sarcasm bounced off their panic.

"What are you doing here? In the Demon Continent?" one of them asked.

"Just sightseeing," Noah replied casually. "But I can't say the same about you. You look... different than I remember, don't you think?"

Only then did they realize their transformation.

Dread settled over them like a suffocating blanket.

They turned to look at Belzebuth, who now stood silently behind Noah like a servant.

Their eyes widened in horror.

Noah smiled wider.

"Indeed. What a beautiful first meeting."

—End of Chapter 132—

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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC133: Training Ground

Chapter 133: Chapter 133: Training Ground

Chapter 133 – Training Ground

In the Domain of Lust—within the main training ground—

A fierce battle was underway.

"Ice Spears."

Black spears of ice rained from the sky, hurtling straight toward Leona, who stood unmoving.

She was now in her original form—her hybrid dragon form. Slowly, she raised her hand toward the incoming attack and—

"Hand of Corruption."

A black mist poured from her palm, swallowing the attack whole.

But suddenly, her shadow twisted—and jagged spikes made of darkness pierced her from below.

"Sh—!"

She immediately leapt back, creating distance.

The shadows twisted again, and Ester's form emerged from them. Neko appeared beside her, and together they stood facing Leona, who had joined Dominique.

A two-on-two.

"Weren't you so proud of your so-called hybrid dragon-demon form?" Neko sneered.

Leona never stopped boasting about her unique bloodline. It was exhausting to listen to.

Leona's lips twitched. "I'm not even going all out. If I were, things would be different."

"Yeah, yeah. Of course," Neko rolled her eyes.

Leona turned to Dominique. "Why aren't you doing anything?"

"Hey, my power lies in charm and mental magic. But—"

She looked at Neko and Ester, who stared her down calmly.

"It doesn't work on them anymore. Neko blocks it with her black flames. Ester can just turn into a puddle of shadow."

She clicked her tongue in frustration. She had been dominating them at the start. But now? They'd found ways to counter her.

The worst part? She still hadn't found a way to counter them.

Not far away, Lilith, Lucie, and Lucius were watching.

"Why aren't you letting me fight?" Lucius asked.

"You want to fight with them ?" Lilith raised an eyebrow.

"Why not? Let me give them a taste of what it's like to fight someone with talent similar to mine," Lucius said confidently.

Lilith looked at him. "Fair enough. Go on."

Lucius grinned and jumped straight into the middle of the fight.

Boom—!

He landed in the center of the four girls.

"Ladies, no need to argue. Come at me—all of you."

His arrogance was unmistakable. As if—

"Is he trying to imitate Noah?"

"Looks like it."

"What an idiot."

"So embarrassing."

Lucius's eyes twitched. He clenched his fists, and a black sword appeared in his hand. The moment it did, the surrounding area went void of mana.

"Fine."

He took a battle stance—perfect and steady, showing clear signs of serious training.

"I'll show—"

"Little boy, calm down," Dominique cut in, her voice laced with charm.

But Lucius's anti-mana zone weakened its effect.

Still, it wasn't over.

"Let's see how long your zone lasts under pressure."

They attacked.

"Flame Explosion."

"Shadow Bind."

"Hand of Corruption."

"Unholy Fragrance."

The attacks came all at once.

Black flames exploded, devouring everything. Ester's shadows solidified and bound Lucius to the ground. The Hand of Corruption began eating away at him. And the worst of all—Dominique's Unholy Fragrance—struck directly at his core.

Lucius, being the lustful bastard he was, was already weakened by the prior attacks. The charm-based spell hit hard.

Smoke billowed over the battlefield, making it impossible to see clearly.

When it finally cleared, Lucius was still standing—but barely.

His anti-mana zone was gone, broken. His body was battered and bloodied. Black flames flickered over him. His eyes were glazed over with lust.

But he quickly acted—coating his head in anti-mana. His eyes cleared.

Huff...

He exhaled deeply, steadying himself. Then he looked at the girls and gave a sheepish smile.

He had underestimated them. Badly.

Lilith stepped into the battlefield.

"See now, Lucius? Your talent is incredible—but it has limits. You don't use mana—you use anti-mana. But even that runs out."

She gestured toward the girls.

"If you fight with such a recklessness—or multiple enemies at once—you won't keep up. Not unless they're far weaker than you."

"Did you really underestimate them that much?"

Lucius nodded. "Yeah. I did. This was a necessary wake-up call."

He turned to the girls, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry for underestimating you."

They nodded. They didn't mind. It gave them the chance to hit him properly.

"Now," Lilith smirked, "how about you all fight me instead?"

"Let's get—"

She stopped mid-sentence.

Everyone froze.

They turned—and saw them.

Standing tall were Noah and Zara, and behind them was Isac and Albert.

Ester instantly melted into shadow and reformed beside Noah.

'I missed you, Master,' her voice echoed in his mind.

Noah smiled. 'I missed you too, my dear shadow.'

Neko jumped up onto his shoulder in beast form, rubbing her head against his cheek.

"I missed you too, my dear beast," Noah said, scratching her back gently.

She purred in contentment.

The rest of the group gathered.

Dominique stepped beside him, kissed his cheek, and said softly, "Welcome back, love."

Leona bowed. "Welcome back, Master."

Lucius, still drinking a health potion, gave a lazy wave. "Yo. Took your time, huh?"

Lilith approached with Lucie, now perched on her shoulder in her crow form.

"I missed you too, Mast—dear," she corrected herself quickly.

But this time, everyone noticed.

Noah nodded to them all. "I missed you all."

He glanced at Lucius. "Except you, of course."

Lucius's lips twitched.

"How was the training?" Noah asked.

"It went well. The girls were motivated," Lilith replied.

She continued, "We followed your orders regarding Mammot. We figured out what he really wants."

"What is it?" Noah asked.

Lilith rolled her eyes. "An artifact. That greedy demon just wants something that gives him passive income."

"He's even more obsessed with money than Belzebuth."

Noah blinked.

Seriously?

Of course. Typical.

'Creating something like that will be tricky... I'll need the right materials.'

[There's a beast called the Treasure Hunting Rat. Its body could work.]

Noah acted fast. "Do you have a beast called the Treasure Hunting Rat here?" he asked Lilith.

She tilted her head. "Yeah. It's a beast any demon lord have because of it's usefulness. Why?"

"You mind if I... kill one and take its body?"

"I don't mind."

Moments later, Noah hunted and killed the beast.

Using his Creation Affinity and his title, The Creator, he forged an artifact from the body.

Name: Money Giver

Effect: Grants 5 gold coins every day by giving it mana.

In a world where the currency goes: copper → silver → gold → platinum—that was huge.

He handed it to Lilith. "I'm counting on you."

"Don't worry," she said. "As a fellow Demon Lord, he'll give me face."

Noah turned to Lucie. "You coming with me?"

"I'll stay and make sure everything goes smoothly."

"Alright."

He looked at Dominique.

"I'm coming with you," she said without hesitation.

Noah smiled. As expected.

He took a breath.

His companions—his women—gathered around him.

Zara at his right. Dominique at his left. Ester in his shadow. Neko on his shoulder. Leona behind him, loyal and ready. Lucius nearby, surprisingly cooperative.

They were ready.

And so—

"Let's head back to the Academy."

—End Of Chapter 133—

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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC134: A Mother's Obsession

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: A Mother's Obsession

Chapter 134 – A Mother's Obsession

In the white realm—

Elira, Selene, and Shadeva sat in a circle at a table, chatting idly.

Today, Elira made sure Shadeva told her story. So that's what she did—explaining her past, her siblings, and everything that had happened to her.

"Wait... you're that Daughter of Shadow? The one rumored to be in deep slumber somewhere in the Shadow Realm?" Elira asked, eyes wide with surprise.

"So you've been trapped in this world by your own siblings all along?"

Elira was genuinely shocked. Shadeva's identity wasn't something to take lightly.

She was the Daughter of Shadow—a being capable of turning death into shadows and raising an army from it.

Hell, some even believed a new Shadow Realm would soon be born from her alone.

And to think that kind of being had been chained up in this weak world?

"Are your siblings idiots? If the other powers in the universe had found out about your situation, they'd have seized the Shadow Realm ages ago," Elira said bluntly.

"That's probably why they told everyone I was asleep," Shadeva replied, the pain in her eyes unmistakable.

Meanwhile, Selene sat silently, listening. Her mind, however, was elsewhere.

'Hmm... so you knew about this universe all along?' she asked internally.

'Yes. Where do you think I came from?' Luminara's voice responded softly. 'I'm a divine beast, Selene. This world hasn't even reached the level where one like me can be born yet.'

'So that night when you found me alone in that forest...?'

Luminara's voice carried a gentle warmth. 'That was my first day in this world. I stumbled upon you. Your affinity was ice—just like mine—and it was strong. It felt like fate. So I took you under my wing.'

Selene's thoughts drifted back to that day.

She, like Zara, had always been alone. An orphan, poor, and powerless. She hadn't even awakened her powers—because she couldn't. After all you need an awakening crystal to awaken. Something she couldn't afford.

When she finally reached her breaking point, she wandered into the forest in desperation, hoping to find a miracle. She'd heard that the Akashic Record rewarded the daring.

So she did what no one expected—a 12-year-old unawakened girl walked into a forest filled with beasts capable of tearing her apart.

And she nearly died.

If it hadn't been for Luminara that day...

Selene wouldn't be here.

She smiled faintly. 'Thank you, Luminara.'

For everything.

Luminara smiled in return. They may bicker constantly, but she'd watched Selene grow. To her, Selene was just like Neko—a daughter. And she loved her deeply.

Suddenly, Selene flinched.

She looked up to find Elira and Shadeva staring at her.

"You seem distracted. Were you talking to that divine beast of yours?" Elira asked.

"Yes," Selene replied calmly.

Elira smiled. "Aren't we supposed to form a faction inside Noah's harem? Don't hold back—tell us everything."

Since meeting Selene and Shadeva, Elira had become less cold. Because she finally find people that can relate to her.

But Selene and Shadeva both twitched at the statement.

Selene, first of all, just wanted Noah to accept her feelings. And Shadeva? She still wasn't sure why she was even considered part of the faction in the first place.

Elira was... becoming a bit too much.

"What? Are we not going to team up against the younger girls?"

They ignored her entirely, not even dignifying the subject with a response.

Elira clicked her tongue in frustration. Just as she was about to start rambling again—

She suddenly froze, then stood up abruptly.

Her gaze lifted to the ever-white sky of her realm, and she smiled.

"Finally... my husband is coming back."

At her words—

BADUM!

Selene's heart skipped a beat.

Her pulse quickened. Her fingers trembled.

To say she was anxious would be an understatement. She was terrified.

Terrified of being rejected.

Even the idea of Noah not accepting her love—not her maternal love, but the love of a woman—was enough to paralyze her.

If he truly rejected her...

She would go mad.

That's just who Selene was.

She had loved Noah even when he was a mess. A failure. A bully driven by his inferiority complex. She'd loved him dearly even then—when no one else would look at him twice, except for his slightly above-average looks.

That Noah.

She loved that Noah. She would have died for that Noah. Would've doomed the world for that Noah.

So for this version?

She'd doom the entire universe if necessary.

It wasn't that she loved this version more. It was just natural to prefer the better version of the one you already love.

That's all it was.

'You worry too much. He'll accept you,' Luminara tried to soothe her.

But Selene wasn't listening.

Because in that moment—

All their heads turned toward the same direction.

Noah had arrived.

He stood there—his team behind him. His presence was overwhelming.

And now?

His beauty wasn't just striking—it was divine. Words like "handsome" or "beautiful" didn't come close.

He was beyond them.

And that appearance—

"Fuck."

"Oh..."

"This..."

Left the three women completely speechless.

They hadn't been prepared for this.

Noah gave a wry smile. "Well, I'm back and—"

He turned his eyes toward his mother.

Noah had been agonizing over how to deal with Selene. His mother—whose love had clearly evolved beyond just the maternal.

It wasn't that he didn't love her.

It was that he hadn't expected this.

He used to think incest was a sick fantasy. That no mother would ever want to be with her child in that way.

That it was something no sane person would accept.

But now...

Looking at her—at how stiff her body was, how her eyes darted everywhere except into his, how she trembled—

He found himself silently apologizing to every person he'd ever judged for loving like this.

Because now... he understood.

His mother had always loved him. Always protected him. Always done her best—for him.

Even in the novel, she'd died for him.

And now that he really thought about it—who deserved his love more than the woman who had given everything for him?

No one.

No one but her.

Only Selene Weaverheart was worthy.

Because no matter what he did—even the worst possible thing imaginable—her love would not waver.

That was her love.

That was her... obsession.

And that obsession?

Noah embraced it fully.

He stepped forward—and in an instant, appeared before her.

Before she could react, he pulled her into a deep, firm hug.

Selene melted into his arms. Her breathing calmed. Her heartbeat slowed. Her fear began to fade.

Because in that moment, she knew—

Noah understood.

He knew of her feelings.

And—

"I love you, my dear mother."

He had accepted them.

—End of Chapter 134—

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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC135: Worthiness

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: Worthiness

Chapter 135 – Worthiness

Under a starless night, Noah and Selene sat side by side on the cold ground, gazing into the endless black sky.

There was nothing to see, truthfully. No stars, no moon, no light. Just darkness.

But somehow, even in this bleak, lifeless void, the night felt beautiful.

Not because of the scenery—because of each other.

"How... did you know?" Selene asked softly.

Hearing her speak like that, so meekly, Noah couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hahaha. Since when did you get so shy, Mother? Did you forget who your son is?"

At his teasing, Selene relaxed slightly. Even she didn't quite understand why she was acting this way. But—

"You've changed... tremendously since the last time I saw you, my dear baby," she said gently.

Her gaze swept over Noah, from head to toe. He carried himself with a natural grace and confidence now. His once soft features had sharpened. He looked older, stronger... manlier.

His eyes no longer held the wild defiance of a child desperate to rebel against the world.

No. Now his eyes held the ambition... to conquer the universe.

Selene didn't know where that thought came from. But it felt true.

Her baby could do it.

That was her unwavering belief in him.

And yet, beyond all the changes, something else had shifted.

Noah's eyes, when they looked at her, weren't just those of a son toward his mother anymore.

There was something deeper now.

There was... love.

She smiled unconsciously, the words spilling from her lips before she could stop herself.

"Do you know how much I love you?"

The moment she said it, her eyes widened, surprised she had actually said it aloud.

But Noah heard her.

"If I say I do, I'd be lying," he said honestly. "Because I can't even begin to understand how much you love me."

He paused. Then added:

"But I know that you love me more than anything else. I know you would give your life and everything you hold dear... for me."

Just like you did in the novel.

"And..."

Noah stopped. The words sat on his tongue, waiting.

It wasn't that he didn't know what he wanted to say—it was that he didn't know if he deserved to say it.

Could he really tell her he loved her more than anything else?

How could he?

Since arriving at the academy, he'd collected woman after woman. He had even lost his virginity out of impulse—driven by old-world fantasies and suppressed desire.

Was that love?

No. It was indulgence.

For the first time in his life, Noah felt something unfamiliar—unworthiness.

Because until now, he had always been worthy.

But in front of her?

"I'm not worthy of your love, Mother."

Indeed, he wasn't.

But the strange, beautiful thing about love—about obsession—is that worthiness doesn't matter.

Selene reached out, taking his hand in hers.

"I love you, my dear baby," she whispered.

She could see it in his eyes—the shame, the guilt. It hurt her to see him like this.

She couldn't stand it.

"Don't do that. Don't doubt. I loved you then. I love you now. And I will always love you. It doesn't matter whether you're worthy or not."

Because she had loved him even when he was nothing.

"And yes," she added softly, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder, "you went overboard."

"You gathered so many women. And I'm guessing you've done worse than that, haven't you?"

Noah flinched, his head lowering in guilt.

Selene smiled.

It was rare to see Noah like this. Since his rebirth, he had never lowered his head—not once.

But here he was.

"I forgive you," she said.

She always did.

"Just promise me one thing—no matter how many women you have, don't ever neglect me."

Noah's head snapped up instantly. "Neglect you?"

"Mother, I could neglect the entire world... but never you."

And he meant it.

The idea alone was unbearable.

Selene smiled at his words, then pulled him into a hug, melting into his arms.

To see a woman so beautiful, so powerful, curled in a vulnerable embrace like that was... profound.

Noah held her tightly.

They sat there, silent. Wrapped in each other. Neither one cared about time. They simply were.

Until—

"No more women," Selene added suddenly.

Noah let out a wry smile.

"I can barely manage the ones I have. So for now, that's not even on my mind."

"For now?" Selene repeated pointedly.

Noah's lips twitched.

Women... they only hear what they want to hear.

"Fine, fine. You'll be the leader," he said, changing the subject. "The leader of my harem. You'll manage everyone. And any woman who joins from now on will need your approval. Eventually, the others too. But mostly... you."

Selene remained quiet, then smiled softly—something inside her seemingly confirmed.

"Why do you want that?" she asked. "The son I remember... didn't pursue women like that. You were never this lustful."

Noah looked away, hesitant.

For the first time, he seriously considered revealing the truth.

About the System.

Because if he was going to tell anyone, it would be her.

'What do you think, System?' he asked.

[It's your choice.]

'You won't be mad?'

[I have no reason to be. It doesn't matter to me.]

Noah smiled faintly, gently stroking Selene's silver hair.

"It's not just about...lust."

"There's something you should know about me, Mother," he said. His voice suddenly grave.

Selene noticed the shift in his tone. She sat up straighter, bracing herself.

Noah looked into her deep purple eyes, his expression solemn.

"Tell me, my dear baby," Selene said gently. She needed to know. Why was her son gathering so many women?

Noah inhaled deeply. His face difficult as if hesitating to really talk.

Then—

He met her gaze and began to speak. Slowly, his voice wavering.

"I have a talent... It lets me copy everything from the women who love me."

Selene's eyes immediately widened in pure shock.

A talent. A gift.

Not his system. Not his transmigration.

Just a talent.

And as if by fate, he'd just created one similar in nature.

'Let's keep this between us, dear System.'

Yes. Let me be the only one who knows your existence.

A secret between him and his system.

Like true brothers.

No women between.

—End of Chapter 135—

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HAREM STEALER: REBORN WITH THE GOD-TIER SHARING SYSTEMC136: The Only Favorites

Chapter 136: Chapter 136: The Only Favorites

Chapter 136 – The Only Favorites

Selene's eyes widened. "A talent... that lets you gain everything from the women who love you?"

She was stunned.

What kind of absurd talent was this?

"And what do you even mean by everything?" she asked, barely able to process.

"Everything means just that... everything," Noah replied calmly. "I can inherit their talents, affinities, skills... even their bloodlines."

BADUM—!

Selene's heart skipped a beat. Her beautiful purple eyes trembled.

Now it all made sense.

Why Noah had been gathering women the way a young girl collects precious jewels.

"It's because of this...?" she whispered.

Noah nodded, a soft smile on his face. "Yes, Mother. This talent is my greatest secret. It made me who I am. That's why I've never told anyone. But with you... I felt like it was okay to tell you."

His smile carried the weight of deep trust—of vulnerability he rarely allowed.

Selene understood. This wasn't the kind of gift you advertised. It was a secret meant to be buried, guarded with one's life.

"I'll just tell the others I have a talent that lets me copy someone's ability if they're up to three ranks above me. That'll explain why I have so many types of powers," Noah added.

Selene nodded in agreement.

Then she smiled—genuinely, joyfully.

Because she was the only one who knew.

'Hehe... in the end, the bond between mother and child can't be broken by some bitches,' she thought, grinning inwardly.

Standing up, she stretched her arms.

"Even if I understand your reasons for having so many women... I don't want a whole stadium of them."

"And like you just said," she continued, "you won't accept another woman unless I approve of her."

"Yes, Mother," Noah said, nodding his head respectfully.

"And I'll manage your harem," Selene added with a grin. "But I don't want you interfering."

Noah chuckled and shook his head. "I won't... unless I absolutely have to. But I doubt I'll need to. I know you wouldn't do anything that would hurt me, even if you hated the situation."

Selene smiled at his words. "You really know how to get to me."

Noah stood and wrapped his arms around her from behind, their bodies pressed together.

In that moment, something stirred between them—something forbidden. Something dangerous.

Desire.

Something that shouldn't exist between mother and son.

But... did it matter anymore?

No.

They had already stepped onto a path from which there was no return.

Selene slowly turned to face him.

Purple eyes met silver ones.

Their gazes dipped to each other's lips, as if pulled by an invisible force.

"If we do this... there's no turning back," Selene whispered, her eyes locked on his mouth.

"There's no turning back," Noah agreed. "And I'd be a fool to even want to."

They smiled.

Their faces drifted closer.

And then—

They kissed.

It was slow. Intimate. Full of the longing and love they had carried inside for far too long.

It was soft, it was sensual.

It was...

Perfect.

Their tongues met, dancing in harmony. The wet sounds of their kiss echoed in the quiet night. Noah's hands rested just above Selene's hips. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

The kiss lasted longer than it should have.

When they finally broke apart, a string of saliva still connected them.

They smiled.

"I want more," Selene breathed.

"It's definitely not enough," Noah replied.

They laughed, their hands still exactly where they had been.

And then they kissed again.

And again.

And again.

It was... sublime.

Sophie might've been the first.

But the favorite?

That answer was clear.

...

Meanwhile...

While Noah and Selene surrendered to each other, someone else—someone who had been with Noah from the beginning—was undergoing a transformation of her own.

Sophie Castria.

She wasn't like Selene, willing to give up everything for Noah.

Nor like Neko, who had loved him since she was a child.

Or even Ester, who was ready to be in his shadow for all eternity.

Sophie had started as a childhood friend.

At one point, she had even considered joining Elijah.

But for her, it was always about power.

She was ambitious. Ruthless in her goals.

She wanted to be Empress. And the only viable path had been through the Chosen One.

It was a logical choice.

But Noah had changed that logic.

At first, it was still about power. About the support he offered.

But over time, something shifted. She couldn't help it.

She began to fall.

Deeply. Irrevocably.

Even though he wasn't perfect—even though he chased many girls—at least he had never lied.

He told her the truth: she would never be overshadowed.

That truth became her strength.

Her anchor.

Her reason.

The determination to be Noah's first, not just in time... but in power and pride.

And that determination had led her to this moment.

Sophie sat cross-legged, unmoving.

She hadn't shifted since Noah had told her he was heading to the Demon Continent.

Days had passed.

No eating. No sleeping.

No distractions.

Only one thought in her mind:

"Lightning."

And Finally, after relentless effort, she grasped the elusive golden lightning—and fused it with her own.

In that instant—

CRACKLE—!!!!

A sea of red lightning exploded around her, rippling through the air like a living storm.

It didn't lash out—it embraced her.

Like a mother welcoming her child.

Sophie felt peace.

She was home.

She was where she was meant to be.

The lightning entered her body.

But this time... it didn't just empower her.

It changed her.

Once, lightning had flowed through her blood, her organs. Her body became its vessel.

But now?

Her blood, her bones, her flesh—everything—was becoming lightning.

Not a host.

A manifestation.

Minutes passed.

When the transformation finally completed, Sophie opened her eyes.

Her crimson hair remained—but now, streaks of red lightning flickered through every strand.

Her eyes sparked with power.

And on her forehead, a tattoo shaped like a bolt of red lightning had appeared.

Her very presence crackled.

There was no need for aura—she was power.

She took a breath.

A calm wind followed and the air electrified.

And then came the notifications.

{Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!}

{WONDERFUL!}

{You have created your own physique: Heavenly Red Lightning Body of the Empress.}

{A magnificent achievement!}

{You are worthy.}

{Title Received: Blessed by Lightning.}

And for the first time in her life, Sophie didn't feel like she was chasing Noah.

She felt like she was standing beside him.

And that's...

That's beautiful.

—End of Chapter 136—

A/N:

I don't know about you. But this Chapter is one of my favorite yet.

3

Thank you for reading!

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