Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 423: Plan changed

Ester and Sari unleashed their strikes with a velocity and might that far surpassed the rest of the group.

Ester’s maneuver was straightforward yet devastating. Driven by a burning fury, she lunged at Orien, causing a deluge of shadows to stain the silver-white landscape like ink splattered across a fresh canvas.

This shadow sea surged with sudden ferocity, evolving into a terrifying tidal wave of sentient darkness that plunged the area into immediate gloom.

From within the abyss, the overlapping screams of countless entities rose, creating a ghastly chorus of the damned that hammered against Orien’s consciousness.

In that heartbeat, Orien’s vision failed as he was struck with temporary blindness, his physical form frozen in place.

Sari, meanwhile, was determined to keep pace. Having gauged Orien’s true power, she was prepared to sacrifice everything to land a decisive blow.

Invoking her Law of Unseen, she channeled a massive reservoir of divine mana and authority for a singular purpose...

"Where has your mana gone, you little bastard?" Sari questioned with a frigid tone. At her words, Orien’s connection to his own divine mana was severed completely.

His eyes widened in shock as a wave of sudden frailty washed over him, leaving a chilling sensation in its wake.

It was the perfect opening for Ester’s offensive to descend. The vast sea of shadows condensed, reshaping itself into trillions of lethal javelins.

These projectiles were uniquely twisted. Utilizing her absolute authority over shadows, Ester had peered into Orien’s True Shadow.

She seized that shadow, shattering it into trillions of shards, each javelin embodying a dark, corrupted fragment of Orien’s own essence.

It was a testament to how depraved Orien truly was.

However, that fact was irrelevant now.

With a command from Ester, the javelins rained down like a tempest of pure darkness. Orien remained trapped—unable to tap into his mana, paralyzed, and blind.

This entire sequence unfolded in less than a second, a testament to the hyper-accelerated perception of these divine entities.

Just as the onslaught was about to pierce Orien...

<Third Rule: My wives’ attacks lethality are tripled.>

Space itself trembled as an absolute authority saturated Ester’s strikes and Sari’s technique.

The javelins slammed into Orien with lethal accuracy. A massive explosion of dark mist and emerald blood erupted into the heavens, blooming like a mushroom cloud.

The entire dimension shuddered from the impact.

Yet, the barrage continued. The shadow siblings’ techniques finally reached the Chosen One, followed immediately by Klaus’s own contribution.

A heavy, tense silence fell over the battlefield as everyone watched the swirling smoke with focused intensity.

Ester shifted into a combat stance, her features obscured. She had ascended to her Elysiari form; her face was now a blank slate crowned by six horns of concentrated shadow. Four pairs of obsidian wings unfurled from her back.

Sari had likewise transformed, though her changes remained hidden behind a veil of invisibility.

The mother and daughter pair watched closely as the haze finally dissipated, revealing their blood-soaked foe.

Orien remained standing, his attire reduced to tattered rags. His golden hair was a matted mess, and his body was a map of gore, with several shadow javelins still embedded in his flesh.

Without a word, he ripped the weapons from his body and tossed them aside, the brutal motion causing more blood to spray the ground.

However, his injuries began to knit together in real-time. Within mere seconds, Orien appeared as flawless and untouched as before.

He cracked his neck while staring them down. "Even with all these rules and your superior numbers, you've only managed to make this a fair fight," he remarked with a chilling grin. "This is actually entertaining. I haven't faced a real challenge in all my long, glorious life."

His smile grew as he settled into a stance. His divine mana had returned, and this time, Orien was prepared for any subterfuge.

Observing that expression, Klaus felt a shiver of dread, yet he couldn't help but smile in triumph.

He knew the signs... his Prince was finally taking things seriously.

And when he fought with intent...

"Genesis Law..." Orien murmured under his breath.

"Oh, shit!" Ester hissed. She immediately launched an attack, desperate to prevent Orien from completing his incantation.

The others followed suit instantly.

They could all sense the impending doom, and yet...

Orien’s grin widened so far it seemed his face might tear. Bringing his palms together, he formed the sign of an inverted pyramid.

"...The World Tree."

A colossal, verdant World Tree erupted into existence behind Orien. The Buntu shook violently, unable to contain the staggering power radiating from the tree.

Simultaneously, in a distant realm beneath the True World Tree, Luelle froze with her tea halfway to her lips.

Her gaze sharpened as she turned her head toward the source of the disturbance.

"Orien?"

These world-shaking events were not confined to a single location. Significant shifts were occurring across every corner of the universe in a grand, synchronized display.

One such occurrence took place within a triple-star system bound by arcs of plasma and lightning.

At the center of a star composed of deep red lightning, Shadeva sat serenely upon a cloud of thunder.

Standing behind her were two of her offspring, appearing as flawless white homunculi, each possessing a single eye that mirrored Shadeva’s own human-like gaze.

The aura radiating from the pair was at the Law Creator rank. However, that wasn't the most remarkable sight.

Across from Shadeva, seated at a table of solid lightning, was an elderly woman manifested from every color of the storm.

A deck of cards—Tarot cards—lay spread out on the table between them.

Lady Lightning grinned, her wrinkled features twisting further. "This is quite fascinating, Shadeva," she remarked. The lightning storm surrounding them intensified, growing more lethal and oppressive.

Thunder crashed with bone-rattling force, yet neither player flinched. They remained focused on the cards in their hands.

"I trust, old lady, that you are a woman of your word," Shadeva said, her smile radiating a motherly warmth.

"Little girl, Lightning does not deceive," the elder replied. "Should I suffer five defeats, I will pledge my loyalty to you and join your faction."

Shadeva gave a satisfied nod and placed a card on the table.

Old Lady Lightning mirrored the move, playing her own card.

The game proceeded in this manner for a time until the Origin of Lightning and Plasma spoke again.

"Is your family attempting this with the other Origins as well?" she asked softly while making her move.

"Indeed," Shadeva replied simply.

"Even those who have already sworn themselves to a master?" Lightning asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Yes," Shadeva nodded. "They are necessary to our goals."

Lightning went silent for a moment before erupting into a manic cackle that turned the surrounding space volatile.

The atmosphere became so unstable that a single breath felt like it could trigger a total collapse.

For a full minute, the laughter continued. Shadeva merely waited with a peaceful expression, allowing Lightning to finish her outburst.

Her two children behind her were clearly displeased by the elder's behavior, their brows furrowed in deep irritation.

Once she calmed down, Lightning looked Shadeva in the eye. Her pupils were shaped like lightning bolts that shifted through a spectrum of colors.

"I recognize your unique nature and the fact that you represent a brand-new faction," Lightning stated. "And I concede that you might sway some of them easily, provided your comrades are as formidable as you. However..."

Her relaxed demeanor vanished, replaced by a mask of grim gravity.

"...there are certain Origins and masters you would be wise to avoid. They will slaughter you without hesitation. There are powers in this universe that are best left undisturbed."

Shadeva nodded, her smile never wavering. "You are correct; such beings do exist. I can vouch for that, as our husband is one of them."

"The Elysiari Progenitor? I don't doubt his strength. But I doubt he can claim all the Origins alone. That is why you are here, and from what I can see, you are still quite outmatched compared to Them."

Shadeva went quiet, closing her eyes briefly before meeting the elder's gaze again.

"What is it that makes Them so distinct?" she inquired.

"Laws, bloodlines, and other innate gifts bestowed by their ancestry or The Records themselves. Most importantly, they have had aeons to perfect those gifts. But you... you are too new, little girl," Old Lightning answered, playing another card.

Shadeva’s smile thinned slightly.

"Laws, bloodlines, and unique aspects, you say..."

She whispered the words as her grin widened. Behind her, her children mimicked her expression perfectly.

"The plan has changed, old lady," Shadeva declared, her eyes beginning to shimmer.

"What?"

"Motherhood Law..."

Shadeva moved without hesitation. Lightning realized the gravity of the situation too late, even as her own lightning began to coil around Shadeva as if to protect her.

Simultaneously, Shadeva’s white-skinned children launched an immediate assault as she finished her decree.

"...Devotion for Mother."

In an instant, it felt as though the entire universe had fallen in love with Shadeva, prepared to sacrifice everything at her simplest smile.