Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 419: Tiamat

Aphasia’s strike was deceptively straightforward, yet it carried enough force to trigger total devastation.

There exists a fundamental truth that most people overlook, simply because the entities involved have such a subtle presence.

Spirits permeate every corner of the universe. There is almost no location—save perhaps for the most restricted forbidden zones—that these tiny fairies cannot penetrate.

This should be a primary concern for any rational person, yet it remains largely ignored. Spirits are, by their very essence, tranquil creatures that drift through existence without interfering with others.

In this regard, they mirrored their Progenitor perfectly.

However, on this day, Aphasia intended to shatter that common perception. It was a choice that would ripple through the future.

But in the present moment...

Aphasia seized control of every fire spirit within the dragon world and issued a solitary decree:

"Ignite."

The world responded by bursting into flames, as ravenous crimson fire consumed everything in sight.

Agonized screams rang out, and the fabric of the world shuddered under the force of the blinding detonation.

Without losing a heartbeat, Aphasia and Emmie launched themselves toward the draconic realm, aiming to end the confrontation in a single strike.

But things were not so simple...

They were challenging a direct scion of a Progenitor, a being who commanded the Origins of Speech and Snakes.

And as every entity in the cosmos understood...

"Rewind."

A voice that tore at the soul resonated through the emptiness like a malevolent echo.

With that solitary word from Tiamat, the Dragon Princess, the combined assaults of Emmie and Aphasia were completely undone.

In a mere flash, the world returned to its state before the attack, as if nothing had happened.

Within that stillness, the sisters felt a sinister sensation crawling into their hearts. It was something toxic, capable of devouring one's essence.

Fear. True fear.

Emmie and Aphasia halted instantly, sensing the lethal danger ahead. They stopped just short of crossing into the borders of Thiam—the name of the world—while their hearts hammered violently against their ribs.

The sheer authority behind that single command had chilled them to the bone.

Instinctively, they wrapped themselves in their Laws, bracing for the arrival of something terrifying.

Their intuition was correct.

"Why do you linger outside? Enter, little ants."

As the voice spoke, Emmie and Aphasia felt their own bodies betraying them, compelled to enter the world and submit to Tiamat's will.

They pushed their Laws and physical strength to the limit to resist the dragon's influence. However...

"I said..."

The sisters began to shake.

"...come inside, ants."

Their forms became a blur as they were slammed into Thiam, plunging into the depths of the world at speeds exceeding light.

"Damn it!" Emmie spat, realizing the gravity of their predicament.

Aphasia was also beginning to grasp the true extent of their rival's power. This was far beyond their initial estimates.

Facing this crisis, she shouted through the wind that was cutting into her skin like blades as she fell, "Let’s take our true forms and use Vael’s language!"

She cursed and triggered her transformation.

Emmie followed suit immediately, not wasting a second.

At that exact moment, they collided with a solid surface. The impact was so severe that they felt the bones within their bodies groan and snap under the pressure.

A sharp wave of agony surged through them, only to vanish as their transformations reached completion.

"Ah..." Emmie suppressed a groan as she struggled to her feet.

As she pushed herself up from the ground, she noted how peculiar the floor felt beneath her palms.

Her new form was now fully revealed. She possessed twin horns shaped like dollar signs, crafted from the most exquisite gold in the universe. They shone so brilliantly that they lit up the surrounding space.

Her wings unfurled, broad and tall, made of the same radiant gold and shedding a fine golden mist.

With the Vael language fully active, her power surged tremendously.

Beside her, Aphasia had undergone a similar change. Her horns and wings were composed of countless newborn spirits devoid of consciousness. They shimmered in a kaleidoscope of colors, creating a breathtaking sight.

"Where—!"

"You have a lot of nerve, standing on top of me." The voice boomed again.

The intensity of the sound was now millions of times stronger at this proximity, yet their Elysiari forms allowed them to endure it.

They instantly took flight, flapping their wings to gain distance before looking down at what lay below.

Their hearts stopped.

"Oh hell! Was Noah trying to get us killed?"

"..." Aphasia found herself unable to speak.

Stretched out beneath them was a dragon. It was a flawless, pure white dragon with slit purple eyes that regarded them with a mix of disdain and intrigue.

The dragon's scale was... staggering. It was a gargantuan, world-ending presence. The mere aura radiating from it was sufficient to obliterate thousands of high-ranked worlds.

They felt the crushing weight of those purple eyes. It was the weight of eons and vast experience.

They were utterly overwhelmed. Emmie felt it most acutely, staring into eyes that had watched the rise and fall of countless civilizations.

She was well aware that this being had been the cause of many of those collapses.

This was the presence of one born at the apex of the universe, whose whispers could shatter galaxies.

The two sisters stood frozen.

"Little ants," Tiamat spoke once more, her massive body uncoiling to reveal her full, terrifying magnitude, "you have assaulted my world and my subjects."

"Whatever your motives, the truth is that I have done you no wrong. Yet, you have moved against me."

Each word carried immense weight. From the distance, the venomous hiss of a serpent could be heard.

Ouroboros was stirring, responding to its mistress's fury.

"Since you have crossed me," Tiamat declared, "your lives shall be the forfeit."

The ceiling of their environment was torn away as the head of a massive white snake appeared, its purple eyes shaped like the symbol for infinity.

The flickering of its tongue caused time itself to stutter and loop. Space transformed into a chaotic cycle of overlapping timelines and raw matter.

The two Elysiari sisters braced themselves, fully aware of the magnitude of the coming struggle.

"Emmie," Aphasia murmured, summoning the kings and queens of the spirits under her command.

"Sister Aphasia," Emmie replied, gathering all the gold in the world while exerting her authority over the surroundings.

"Are you certain of our victory?" Aphasia inquired.

"Not at all. Are you?"

"No."

Sharing a grim smile, they launched their attack.

...

The clash with Tiamat, the cherished granddaughter of Esmeray, had commenced. Emmie and Aphasia were committed to the fight, determined to fulfill their roles in this Origin-gathering mission.

Their resolve was admirable.

However, in existence, some things are simply destined to be, regardless of how much effort is spent trying to alter them.

The Elysiari sisters had encountered a truly formidable foe. In this conflict, they would witness the reality of absolute power—the kind wielded by those at the very Top of the Universe.

The same kind of power held by Soleil Octave.

The very power that the Elysiari wished to claim for themselves.

They saw themselves as Conquerors, but they were not there yet. To earn that title, one must first overcome worthy adversaries.

They had started their journey, but they were about to discover they weren't yet prepared for the peak.

Unfortunately, it was far too late to turn back.

Now, which way would the scales tip?

Truly...

One can only wonder.

—End of Chapter 419 —