Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 421: Anything

Chapter 421 – Anything

The arrival of Orien and Klaus was impossible to ignore. Neither of them made any effort to conceal their presence, as they saw no reason to hide. Generally, a person only seeks concealment when they harbor fear—fear of a stronger entity, fear of unwanted scrutiny, or fear of the inevitable repercussions that follow being discovered.

Orien, however, was burdened by no such anxieties. From the moment of his birth until now, Orien Luelle Worldborn had never felt the need to mask his location or his true, twisted nature. The entire elven race was well aware of his identity. They knew full well that he viewed them as little more than playthings to be toyed with or slaughtered at his whim. Despite this knowledge, they harbored a devotion for him that was truly nauseating to behold.

Their adoration was so extreme that in certain elven territories, people would gladly murder their own kin just for the opportunity to spend a single heartbeat in his presence. They were willing to do this even knowing he might kill them for amusement a second later. To these elves, he represented the Will of their Progenitor, a force they believed could overthrow anything between the heavens and the earth. Such was the power of faith—and what a lethal weapon faith could be.

Orien remained fearless because Luelle had made it clear: anyone who dared lay a finger on him would be eradicated by her hand, regardless of who they were. Thus, he stood with absolute confidence high in the storm-tossed skies of the Shadow Realm. His golden hair trailed behind him like a wake of divine embers, while his green robes snapped in the wind. His emerald eyes locked onto the three figures waiting before him. Behind him, Klaus remained perfectly still, his expression a mask of neutrality.

"We offer our greetings to the Chosen One," Ebony Shadow stated, inclining her head in a respectful bow. Standing just behind her, Noctis and Sylphira followed suit, mimicking her gesture of submission.

Orien offered a faint, lazy smile, dismissing their formality with a wave of his hand. "There is no need for such tedious formalities," he remarked. "This is our first encounter, is it not?"

"It is, my lord," Ebony replied with stoic calm. The Shadow siblings no longer resembled the broken prisoners they had been in Noah’s grasp; they had reclaimed their regal aura and luster, appearing once again as the true heirs of an Origin. Nevertheless, their radiance was still eclipsed by Orien’s overwhelming presence.

Orien acknowledged Ebony and Sylphira with a glance, though he completely disregarded Noctis. He noted Ebony’s tall, elegant stature; her dark hair and eyes seemed to contain the very essence of shadows, even hinting at the profound concept of time. Sylphira was her contrast—smaller, dainty, and cute, with eyes that shifted constantly between the forms of mortals, beasts, and entire worlds. Both sisters possessed their own allure; Ebony with her provocative, shapely figure and Sylphira with a youthful face that sparked dark, depraved thoughts in Orien’s mind.

Without his mask, Orien’s eyes flared with an unmistakable, predatory lust. If the sisters noticed his gaze, they showed no sign of discomfort.

"Since I have just arrived," Orien continued, stepping forward, "I shall rely on you to show me the marvels of this realm that I have heard so much about. Furthermore, I am here to confirm that everything remains in order. I intend to conduct that verification tonight, in the privacy of my chambers." He smirked, his hand reaching out to graze Ebony’s cheek. "I trust that won't be an issue?"

Ebony did not flinch or pull away. Instead, she offered a small, forced smile. "It would be our greatest pleasure, my lord."

Grinning, Orien gestured vaguely toward the horizon. "Lead the way then, daughter of shadows."

Ebony and Sylphira turned to guide Orien deeper into the realm. Noctis stayed where he was, knowing the Prince had no desire for his company, and Klaus remained behind as well. As the trio vanished from sight, a heavy silence settled over the two remaining men.

It was Klaus who finally broke the quiet. "Are you certain this plan will succeed?" he whispered so only Noctis could hear. "If I were in your position, I would wait for the master to arrive before making a move."

"And stand by while he defiles my sisters?" Noctis countered with icy venom. "If that happens, I won't be the only one who loses control and burns everything to the ground."

Klaus felt a chill run down his spine. "What are you implying?"

"It's simple," Noctis scoffed. "My sisters and I... we have been granted a path out of this nightmare. A chance to be free and finally beg for our sister’s forgiveness." His gaze grew increasingly frigid. "A way to escape this misery, reclaim what belongs to us, and build a future that actually matters."

Their long isolation in the prison had forced the siblings to confront their past. They had spent countless hours reflecting on their cowardice and the selfish choices they had made. They realized, with agonizing clarity, that they had been unworthy of Shadeva’s love. By the time they understood their mistakes, it felt as though it was far too late. They had spent years fruitlessly calling out to Shadeva, weeping for a redemption that never came because she no longer answered them.

That spark of hope had nearly vanished until Noah spoke. He had only promised them an audience with Shadeva—nothing more—but for them, that was everything.

"Prepare yourself, Klaus," Noctis said with a cold, ruthless smirk. "Because we are willing to sacrifice anything for our salvation." He narrowed his eyes, emphasizing the word: "Anything."

At that exact moment, a startled cry echoed from the distance. Klaus’s eyes blew wide in shock, while Noctis’s grin only widened. "It appears the fish has taken the bait."

Suddenly, the Shadow Realm trembled with violent force as Ester and Shadow itself descended. Below, a massive portal yawned open, swallowing the entire realm. The world was pulled into the Buntu, vanishing from the known universe with Orien trapped inside.

... While the trap was springing shut around one target, a bizarre scene was playing out on a heart-shaped, pink star.

High in the sky of that world, a man was surrounded by hundreds of women, indulging in a life of endless hedonism. The air was thick with the sounds of moans and desperate declarations of love. The man, possessing pink hair and heart-shaped pupils, stood naked, covered in the fluids of the women surrounding him. The women themselves were coated in white.

He was currently in the heat of the moment, driving himself into a draconic woman whose eyes were rolled back in ecstasy, her mouth leaking white foam. Behind him, a cyclopean alien woman with a stunning body massaged his back with her enormous breasts. The man wore a wide, triumphant grin.

"I'm about to reach my limit!" he groaned in an ancient, strange tongue, feeling the climax building within him, ready to impregnate his partner.

But the moment never came.

In a flash, his head was ripped from his shoulders. His chest was shredded into ribbons, and his heart was torn violently from his body. Pink gore sprayed across the horrified, naked onlookers. Amidst the chaos, a pink, wisp-like woman appeared, seizing the heart. Before the Origin of Love could even process what had happened, Sari activated her ring and vanished into the Buntu, leaving no trace behind.

No one had seen her. No one had heard her. The only evidence of her visit was the cooling corpse of a man who had died at the height of his lust.

—End of Chapter 421—