Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 424: The Mother

A faint, knowing smirk played on Shadeva’s lips as she observed the arcs of lightning that coiled around her magnificent body, serving as a protective barrier.

Before long, her offspring began to manifest throughout the lightning domain, encircling the Old Lady in a suffocating, lethal formation.

The Origin of Lightning stood stunned, her crackling eyes darting around in disbelief.

Only a few breaths ago, they were engaged in a lighthearted game and casual banter. Now, it appeared as though her very essence was being wielded against her...

What was the meaning of this?

The Old Lightning seemed oblivious to the weight of her own words or the reason for Shadeva’s fury, despite the motherly expression still fixed on the latter’s face.

Shadeva’s rage stemmed from many sources, but primarily from the sheer disrespect they faced. To the rest of the cosmos, they were viewed as insignificant.

While Shadeva understood better than anyone that they needed more time before they could truly be invincible within the universe, being patronized wounded her deep-seated pride.

The Elysiari bloodline within her was in an uproar, screaming for vengeance.

Thus, there was no longer any point in merely describing how formidable the Elysiari truly were.

No.

She had to demonstrate it. She needed to act with the ferocity of their new faction so that the message would be clear to all.

And what defined their faction above all else?

The answer was simple.

"The time for negotiations and diplomacy has ended, old lady," Shadeva declared, leveling a finger at the Origin of Lightning.

"From this moment, you will submit, whether you wish to or not. If you choose the latter, you will be seized and reduced to a slave."

"Give me your response. You have five seconds," she commanded. She sat regally upon a throne constructed from the very flesh of her children, her Elysiari form and the Vael language on full display.

The Origin of Lightning sensed a visceral, mortal threat. Her gaze swept the area, noting how even the surrounding lightning was coalescing into humanoid shapes to defend Shadeva.

It felt as though the entire universe had turned its back on her for offending a fundamental pillar of existence.

The being that brings forth life.

The only creature capable of carrying the burden of two hearts beating within one body, even when they were nothing more than fragile mortals.

Lightning had struck at something rendered holy by the laws of reality.

She had targeted The Mother.

And targeting The Mother was a forbidden act.

On that day, Lightning learned that truth through agonizing realization, but the hour was already too late.

"Your time is up," Shadeva announced, crossing her legs gracefully atop her throne. "My children..."

Lightning’s eyes stretched wide with terror. "Wait! I acc—!"

"You were too slow to answer," Shadeva interrupted without a hint of mercy. "I no longer care, old lady."

She issued a cold command:

"Attack."

Lightning cursed her own arrogance for leading her into this trap as she watched the vast expanse of electricity fill with enemies hungry for her blood.

She was completely swamped by their numbers.

As she cursed once more, strikes rained down from every side, accompanied by the loyal roar of the children echoing through the void...

"We have heard, and we obey, Mother."

...

In a distant sector of the universe, the mother-daughter pair, Sophie and Emily, were traveling in search of the specific Origin they had been assigned to hunt.

The Origin of Death.

The mere mention of that title instilled a sense of dread in them. However, it was a feeling they suppressed; it was nothing more than a flicker of unease.

They held the conviction that they possessed the necessary Cultivation and resolve to face such a foe.

Should they fail, they would simply exert every ounce of their power and leave the final outcome to Noah.

That was Emily’s perspective. Sophie, however, was not in agreement with the Elysiari of Plasma.

"We are going to succeed on our own, Mother," Sophie stated firmly, her eyes glowing with crimson lightning as she looked at Emily. "We cannot rely on Noah’s intervention every single time."

Emily rolled her eyes in response. This argument had been ongoing since they set out. She was growing weary of repeating the same logic to her daughter.

With a sigh, she spoke without turning her head, "I hear you, and I don't disagree with your sentiment." She acknowledged her daughter's point before continuing...

"But what I am saying is that if the battle turns suicide, there is no reason to throw our lives away just to satisfy our pride."

She gave a slight shrug. "Pride is nothing but a facade, daughter. You harbor far too much of it. If you don't learn to control it, it will be your undoing."

"If you enter a fight with that mindset, Mother," Sophie countered stubbornly, "then it becomes too easy to give up, knowing Noah will save you. To me, that is the real illusion."

"Noah requires strong pillars to support his ascent. He doesn't need a Foundation made of clay that crumbles at the first sign of trouble."

Her frustration bubbled over, and sparks of lightning flickered in her breath.

"Damn it, Mother! We are Vaelgrim as well! We are more than capable of slaying or capturing a single Origin ourselves!"

Emily finally turned a stern gaze toward her daughter. "Did you just use such language with me?"

Realizing her slip, Sophie immediately covered her mouth. "It was a slip of the tongue!" she scrambled to explain.

Emily stared her down for a moment before sighing and letting the tension dissipate. She returned her focus to the path ahead. "You aren't going to change your stance, are you?"

"I will not, Mother."

"Very well." Emily scowled, clearly annoyed. "I’ll play along and follow your lead for this mission."

Sophie’s face lit up, and she nodded with renewed fire. "We will win, Mother!"

"We had better," Emily muttered. "We had better, daughter."

"How—!"

"Be quiet now. I haven't forgotten that outburst."

"I already apologized."

"Actually, you didn't."

"I... I'm sorry?"

"Now it's too late."

The pair continued their bickering while maintaining their search. The information provided by their three Origin children guided them, and soon, the signs became undeniable.

The stagnant, putrid scent of mortality hung in the air.

Their target was near.

...

"Well, well," Noah whispered to himself, staring at his palms which were soaked in dark, ichorous blood. He started a mental tally.

"How many have fallen so far? One, two, three... maybe seven hundred?"

A grin spread across his face.

"I've slaughtered roughly seven hundred void beasts, and only now do I finally get your attention."

He slowly tilted his head up to meet the gaze of the entity standing before him. Noah’s smirk grew wider as he sensed the staggering power emanating from the being.

Despite his confidence, a cold shiver ran down his back.

"You're a troublesome one," Noah remarked, his tone turning almost whimsical. "Would you happen to be the renowned—or perhaps notorious—Void Lord?" he asked, casually wiping the blood from his hands.

The Void Lord offered no verbal reply. Instead, he scrutinized Noah, puzzled by how this creature possessed the aura of a high-level void beast without actually being one of his kind.

It was a strange anomaly, he noted.

However, he didn't waste much time on curiosity; he had more pressing concerns to attend to.

"Submit and serve me," the Void Lord commanded. It wasn't a request, but an absolute decree.

Noah tilted his head to the side. "And what if I don't find that idea particularly appealing?"

"Then you perish," came the immediate reply.

"A bit extreme, don't you think? Perhaps we could negotiate a less permanent sentence?"

"Do you dare to toy with me, strange creature?" the Void Lord growled.

Noah gave a nonchalant shrug. "I'm not one for mocking. But tell me, do you truly believe you have the power to kill me?" he asked, sliding his hands into his pockets.

The monstrous features of the Void Lord twisted into a massive, predatory smile. Simultaneously, a crushing aura of dark void energy began to constrict around Noah.

"You have doubts?"

Noah rolled his shoulders to loosen up. "Doubt is putting it mildly. But yes, I certainly have my reservations."

He cracked his neck audibly. "But before I demonstrate why your claim is flawed, let's settle one question."

He locked eyes with the monster.

"Are you the one who holds the Void Origin?"

"Is that your objective?" the Void Lord countered, as the surrounding darkness began to spiral inward, flowing rapidly toward his form.

"And what if the Origin is indeed mine?"

Noah’s smile remained fixed.

"Then I’ll just have to take it. My wife has her heart set on it, after all."

A heavy, suffocating silence followed his words, only to be shattered by the shrieking winds of the void and the devastating opening strike of the Void Lord.