Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 429: Worthless

Chapter 429 – Worthless

A foul odor began to permeate the universe. It was a lethal scent, accompanied by the metallic tang of electric tension vibrating through the atmosphere.

Violent conflicts erupted in every corner. In truth, such bloodshed was hardly rare, as wars and skirmishes are the eternal constants of existence.

However, the significance lay not in the occurrence of these battles, but in the identity of the combatants. That was the catalyst for the shift in the cosmic balance.

The Elysiari had launched an assault against beings of immense status—the Origins themselves and the esteemed Legacy Holders.

Confrontations of this magnitude could not remain hidden for long, particularly when they were manifesting in such staggering numbers.

Within the Divine Beast domain, Selene and Elira continued their desperate struggle against Laka, the Bloodline Sage. Despite exhausting every resource and technique at their disposal, they remained on the verge of defeat.

The situation was more dire than it appeared. They were unable to even scratch the irritating golden fur of the rat-like Sage, let alone slay him, due to a shimmering golden mist that clung to them like a constricting serpent.

Their bloodlines were completely suppressed. Furthermore, their mastery over laws, authority, and domains seemed insignificant when pitted against a Myriad Creator who had spent eons perfecting his Cultivation.

Most terrifying of all, Laka achieved this dominance without even resorting to his true form or his divine beast transformation.

Selene and Elira were stunned, their spirits faltering as they tried to comprehend the vast gulf in their power.

Deep within Selene’s consciousness, Luminara unleashed a torrent of silent, furious curses.

She trembled, refusing to manifest physically because Laka would undoubtedly detect her presence. Moreover, in her diminished state, she lacked the strength to overcome him.

Victory required her to unseal her latent power, an act that would inevitably expose both her and Selene to their pursuers.

That was a risk she couldn't take, yet she realized with a heavy heart that no other options remained.

The women stubbornly refused to use their rings for a tactical retreat, relying solely on the defensive measures Noah had installed to stay alive. They were simply outmatched.

Luminara cursed once more, her soul burning with resentment. She began to offer up prayers for Noah’s arrival, but the sudden reaction of the rings extinguished any flickering hope.

Selene and Elira felt their rings grow searingly hot before bursts of flame erupted from the jewelry. They winced as sharp pain shot through them.

However, that physical agony was overshadowed by the grim realization transmitted through the rings.

Luminara cursed yet again.

She steeled herself to step forth as the internal calling intensified.

Shaking with resolve, she bit her lip until it bled and finally revealed herself.

Laka’s eyes bulged the moment he laid eyes on Luminara.

"Holy Father of Nika!"

His pipe tumbled from his mouth, his pupils dilating in shock.

In a distant reach of space, a colossal entity struggled to a standing position, fixating its single, galaxy-sized eye toward Luminara’s location.

The creature unhinged its massive jaw, and...

Luminara and Selene shuddered.

With trembling lips, Luminara cursed one more time.

But the chaos was not limited to their location.

Emmie and Aphasia were ensnared in a localized temporal loop, suffering repeated deaths at the hands of Tiamat and Ouroboros, only to be dragged back by their own Laws.

Their mental fortitude was reaching its breaking point.

They understood that even if they didn't die, madness would claim them long before their souls disintegrated.

And yet...

"It’s not goddamn over, fucking reptiles!" Emmie screamed, as tears of blood stained her face.

She accepted her impending death, but she refused to go quietly. She was determined to drag those two cursed lizards into the Spirit World or total oblivion with her.

It didn't matter what happened to her.

She would not be the only one to fall.

Descending into a manic cackle, her mind fraying at the edges, she snapped her fingers.

"Gold Law — Corruption!"

She began to rot the very foundations of their chronological prison. Aphasia joined her, her gaze even more frigid than Selene’s, despite half of her torso having been torn away by Tiamat’s teeth.

"Spirit Law, Fusion — Time and Destruction Spirits."

The reality around them detonated. From the distance, the enraged roar of a dragon and the piercing hiss of a serpent echoed through the void.

The battle intensified, even as their rings began to sear their flesh, signaling the catastrophic state of the Buntu.

They had no room for hesitation or anxiety.

They placed their faith in their allies. And if that failed...

"Let’s meet in the Spirit Realm, then! Hahahahaah!" Emmie laughed wildly, spinning around to deliver a strike of apocalyptic power.

Golden light erupted, the firmament cracked, and the sky began to collapse.

Elsewhere, Sophie and Emily were locked in a grim struggle against Death itself. Though the fight had just commenced, the prospects of survival were bleak.

Every woman had entered the fray, yet only a handful truly believed they could emerge victorious.

These widespread incidents made it clear to the observant that a specific group was hunting the Origins and their protectors.

It was soon common knowledge that the culprits belonged to the new faction that had emerged years prior.

The Elysiari, led by their Progenitor, the Third Abomination, Noah Vaelgrim.

Many observers began to mock their audacity.

They were viewed as arrogant fools who would soon be crushed by the true powers of the cosmos.

Already, various major Sects and factions were turning their predatory gaze toward the remaining Origin holders.

The King in the North took note of the situation but remained silent. He offered no comment, preferring to reserve his strength for his upcoming duel with the Mother of Change.

The Mother of Change mirrored the King’s stoicism.

It wasn't that she lacked an opinion, but rather that the situation was beneath her notice.

She had no interest in wasting time on deluded idiots who believed they ruled the universe simply because the Records favored them momentarily.

She was far from alone in that sentiment.

The women began to feel the weight of the universe’s contempt pressing down on them, and oh...

It was a crushing burden.

Subconsciously, they allowed that scorn to seep into their hearts. Their confidence began to erode, replaced by the first flickers of doubt.

The whispers of uncertainty were faint at first, but they quickly grew into an overwhelming roar, wrapping around their minds like a suffocating embrace.

It was a darkness designed to rot their very essence.

Though they tried to stand tall, they were slowly disintegrating like sandcastles before a rising tide.

Weak.

Pitiable.

Worthless.

They realized this was their true nature, a truth that would be sealed by their demise.

Regret began to take root, and the impulse to scream for Noah’s help became nearly irresistible.

Yet they held back.

If they were to perish, they did not want his final memory of them to be this pathetic state.

That was their resolve. They fought on, with the shadow of death looming over them.

Inside the Buntu, Noah was acutely aware of everything.

He found himself unable to bolster the spirits of his wives while his own opponent stood before him.

Noah didn't need a prophecy to know that Luelle could kill him. Simply standing in her presence was an agonizing ordeal.

It felt as though he was confronting the entire universe. Noah felt a shameful, primal urge to turn and run.

Luelle’s power was that offensive.

But it was to be expected; she was a Progenitor. Evadam had been a scholar at heart, never truly seeking raw power. But Luelle was different... and Noah saw nothing but his own death in every future he envisioned.

Regardless, he leveled a finger at her in a defiant gesture.

His weeping, desperate wives behind him were shocked by his stance, but his next words stunned them further.

"Now, now, now," Noah remarked, cracking his neck loudly. "It's time to lose our minds, ladies."

A grin spread across his face.

"I can't win this without your help, so stand up."

They trembled at his words.

His voice didn't just reach those present; it echoed within the souls of all his wives across the universe.

"I know the pain is immense. But you must rise. We aren't finished. We vowed to seize these Origins, and we will... even if it costs us our lives."

His gaze remained unwavering.

"So, stand up," he commanded. He then looked toward the sky of his Buntu. Luelle and Orien watched him with amusement, as if he were a jester providing a brief distraction.

But his following declaration caused their expressions to freeze in horror.

"Everything," Noah whispered, his voice somehow resonating throughout the entire cosmos.

In an instant, the universe listened. His wives listened most of all.

"I am Nytherion Il’Varethos, and I sacrifice every title and achievement I have gained since the start of my path for a single minute."

Time seemed to stop. His wives began to scream, reaching for him and pleading for him to cease this madness.

Luelle was too formidable. He could only bridge the gap by sacrificing everything he was.

Noah grinned, a wild insanity dancing in his eyes as he stared at the shocked Luelle.

"Just one goddamn minute," he snarled, "and I will end you, Luelle."

The Records heard his vow. They hesitated, acknowledging the catastrophic price of his request. But finally...

{Granted.}

His wives, his children, and Laeh wailed in absolute horror.

—End of Chapter 429—