Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 426: Not So Wise

Noah’s consciousness was consumed by an absolute dark. He drifted within his own being, finding nothing but a vast, hollow vacuum.

His entire existence felt as though it were plunging into a profound emptiness, a sensation more alien than anything he had ever endured.

It felt as if his mind was being pulverized. His body reacted as though it were the subject of a sadistic experiment conducted by a depraved scientist. He felt the agonizing cycle of being sliced apart, pierced, and then forcibly stitched back together.

Thoughts failed to pulse through his brain.

He had become the void, and the void had become him.

Yet, even within this bizarre state of being, Noah sensed something vibrating against his skull.

A voice reached him.

It was unmistakably a voice, though it sounded muffled and distant, like someone shouting from behind a thick stone wall.

Driven by pure instinct, he strained to focus on the sound. Initially, the words were an incomprehensible blur, but as time stretched on, clarity began to pierce through his shattered mind.

Whispers started to echo in his thoughts.

[Wake up!]

Noah’s eyes flew open. The fog in his mind cleared slightly as his consciousness began to restart.

He let out a low groan, feeling a sharp, throbbing pain at the base of his skull. With a curse, he shifted his head, taking in the surrounding darkness that was punctuated by traces of a shimmering white-silver light.

This wasn't the emptiness of the void he just left. This was a different place—familiar, yet altered.

"Where am I?" he muttered, his voice a low hiss. He was utterly bewildered and disoriented by the unfolding events.

Noah could feel his cognitive functions lagging.

[You are currently merging with the Authority of the Void Lord.] Providence’s voice rang out in his mind, laced with anxiety, reminding Noah of his final, desperate gamble.

[You must dominate his Authority, Noah, or he will consume you entirely.]

Noah’s brow furrowed. "How?"

[I don’t have a certain answer, but...] Providence sounded deeply frustrated. [You have to suppress his authority. The most direct method is using your own power. However, the Void Lord’s authority currently outweighs yours.]

"Is there—!" Noah cut himself off, swallowing his words mid-sentence.

Looking down at himself, he realized with a jolt that his left leg had already vanished. His right leg was also beginning to fade away, driving home the lethality of his situation.

A shiver ran through him. He snapped his gaze toward the side of this strange realm, where the Void Lord stood watching him with a grotesque, satisfied grin.

"I didn't foresee this outcome," the Void Lord remarked, his tone dripping with smug delight as he marveled at his own form. He could feel a monumental power steadily flowing into his very core.

At this moment, he wasn't just siphoning Noah’s Providence. The Void Lord was stripping everything—Noah’s bloodline, his various titles, and his very essence.

He was enthralled.

By seizing these traits, the Void Lord was effectively usurping Noah’s entire identity.

The Void Lord was already beginning to feel the massive weight of Noah’s existence, gaining a sudden, deep understanding of who Noah truly was.

But there was a catch. Something started to gnaw at the edges of his mind.

If he continued this absorption without strict regulation, he would eventually be unable to sustain the combined weight of his own existence and Noah’s within a single vessel.

He would spontaneously combust.

Realizing the danger, the Void Lord immediately took control of the process. He decided to purge the darker aspects of Noah’s soul, choosing to assimilate only the most untainted parts.

Noah observed this with a detached, almost sluggish expression. His gaze wasn't fixed on the Void Lord, but on something deeper within the process. He spotted a specific detail.

A smirk touched his lips.

"You're quite sure of yourself, aren't you?" Noah asked, even as his life force continued to leak away.

"Of course," the Void Lord replied with a confident shrug. "I'm not sure what your plan was, but you've made this effortless for me. By attempting to seize my authority, you opened a door for me to corrupt your entire being."

He flashed a grin, revealing teeth of brilliant white.

"I only need to finish devouring you, and everything you have will be mine," he declared. "Surely you realize you are helpless. The concept of the Void is far superior to your power of... Providence, was it? It's a rare power, but it pales before the Void."

His aura surged in strength as Noah’s form continued to dissipate.

"Furthermore, I possess a far greater mastery of my authority than you do. Tell me, what move do you have left to stop your own consumption?"

He didn't wait for Noah to respond.

"Nothing, I suspect, Noah Vaelgrim, Progenitor of Elysiari, Third Abomination."

He spoke the titles with growing confidence as he digested more of Noah’s history.

By now, only Noah’s torso and head remained. The rest of him had vanished.

Despite this, he remained eerily composed while facing his foe.

It was a level of calm that his wife found unsettling.

[I hope there is a reason for this composure, Noah. If you perish here, I will never let you hear the end of it,] Providence warned, her voice thick with concern.

Noah gave a mental chuckle. 'I wouldn't mind that. But really, do you think I'd die this easily?'

His eyes suddenly ignited with a fierce, burning light.

"You've provided more than enough fuel," he said. "Shall we get started?"

With only his arms left, Noah activated the single strand of purple hair he had previously planted inside the Void Lord’s body. That strand had grown incredibly powerful, having been nourished by the very energy the Void Lord had stolen from him.

It was now potent enough that the Void Lord finally sensed its presence.

However, it was too late to react.

The Void Lord found his body locked in place, his eyes bulging as he realized he was paralyzed.

"Providence Law: Gift of Fate," Noah whispered.

At those words, a transformation began within the Void Lord. His initial confusion quickly twisted into a mask of pure terror.

He tried to scream, but only silent, pained gasps escaped his throat.

Noah had discovered something during his time with the void beasts: they were entities without fate. This fact had piqued his curiosity.

While he was busy slaughtering the void beasts like mere livestock, he had been conducting experiments. The core question he sought to answer was whether he could impose fate upon them.

The question haunted him until he sought the answer through action.

His first attempt had been a total disaster. But Noah learned quickly and identified the source of the failure.

The universe itself rejected the void beasts, refusing to allow them a place within the natural order.

But Noah possessed a unique advantage: while he didn't have a finished universe inside him, he held the Foundation of one.

So, he took a different approach.

He spun threads of fate from his own soul and, using the essence of his Buntu, anchored them to the void beasts.

Noah had successfully created monsters that were tied to his developing universe. This meant these creatures could now influence his Buntu and even alter its trajectory.

That was his grand discovery, and it was the weapon he brought to this fight.

Even before the confrontation began, Noah sensed the impending peril. As a master of Providence, he knew it would be reckless to engage without peering into the threads of the future.

However, when dealing with beings of such immense power, his visions were often fragmented and unreliable.

Yet, in his search, Noah had glimpsed one specific timeline where he met his end.

It was a jarring vision, but Noah didn't flinch.

He turned that disastrous future to his benefit.

He took that specific destiny of death and compressed it into a single strand of purple hair.

That was the strand currently residing inside the Void Lord.

The very strand that the Void Lord had unwittingly supercharged by absorbing Noah’s Cultivation and power.

Normally, the Void Lord was immune to such things because he was fateless. But causality is a beautiful thing.

"Because you swallowed my power, you are now bound by fate, linked directly to my nascent universe."

The Void Lord suddenly found himself governed by the laws of destiny, and the only thread of fate Noah had granted him through his Law...

...was that single purple hair.

A hair that contained the inescapable fate of death.

And with that realization,

"Can you die now?" Noah asked, a wide, beaming grin on his face. "And since you're dying, it means I'll be the one devouring you."

Noah let out a sharp laugh as the Void Lord’s eyes filled with an agonizing dread.

'H-How?' the entity struggled to think, his mind, body, and soul beginning to wither with chilling certainty.

The Void Lord realized he was powerless against this condition.

His fate was sealed.

His Void Law failed to respond, destabilized by Noah’s presence and that cursed strand of hair.

The end was inevitable.

"You claimed the Void was stronger than Providence?" Noah mocked. "It wasn't very wise to insult my wife."

"Now, come here, you little bastard."

The Void Lord’s form began to break down, flowing like a stream toward Noah.

"I'll welcome you into my being. And unlike you..."

His smirk widened.

"I can actually handle your existence. After all..."

"Fusion." He triggered his ability once more.

This time, he would merge the Void Lord into himself, filtering out everything that posed a threat.

As the process took hold, the Void Lord remained in a state of shock, unable to comprehend how any of this was possible.

It was a fair question.

But such is the nature of fate.

Who can truly understand the grand design?

It is forever elusive, forever cunning, and yet...