Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 430: Dead. All of them.
Previously on Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System...
Chapter 430 – Dead. All of them.
A suffocating silence blanketed the entire universe.
From the humblest mortals to the ancient Progenitors, every corner of existence heard Noah’s defiant, lunacy-tinged proclamation.
Reactions varied across the cosmos, but a single question united them: how could a man simply throw away everything that defined his soul?
On the surface, Noah’s gamble appeared straightforward, but it was anything but. Every hard-won achievement and every earned title had fundamentally altered his being, forging his existence into a unique state.
To discard them was to discard his very self. It was a form of identity suicide from which there was no path to recovery.
Noah understood this. He understood it with agonizing clarity.
He was acutely aware that once this sixty-second window closed, the Noah Vaelgrim he once was would cease to exist.
He would be transformed.
He would become a stranger.
A man he would fail to recognize in the mirror.
A man his wives would find unfamiliar.
That realization birthed a monstrous fear in his chest, yet Noah crushed it without hesitation.
He couldn't permit his focus to waver. Only one objective held weight in this fleeting moment.
Just one.
He had to slay a Progenitor.
’I must.’ Noah’s thoughts were as cold as ice, his gaze devoid of emotion.
The world slowed to a crawl, time itself freezing to allow him to calculate his next movements.
This gamble was his only path. He lacked the strength to defeat Luelle normally, and fleeing was impossible with his broken wives collapsed behind him.
Noah had never intended to confront Luelle so prematurely. He knew he wasn't ready.
His original plan was merely to capture Orien and transform him into a tool to use against the Progenitor.
He had failed.
Orien possessed depths he hadn't anticipated, and under the aegis of a Progenitor, Noah’s vision had been clouded.
He had put his faith in the intelligence Klaus provided.
He regretted that choice deeply.
Now, trapped against a wall, he faced a nightmare entity ready to devour him and his kin.
Noah was not a man prone to terror, but in this moment, he felt it.
Yet, his expression remained an unreadable mask.
The screams of his wives, the weeping of his children, and the cries of his sister reached his ears, but Noah forcibly severed his connection to them.
He couldn't afford to listen, fearing the sounds would cause his World-Heart to falter.
Noah exhaled a weary sigh, sensing the heavy gaze of the Records upon his soul. A blood-stained grin touched his lips.
’If I give up everything, will you abandon me?’ he inquired.
{We won’t.} The Records replied without delay.
Noah’s smile lingered, then stiffened as the following words manifested.
{You will die.}
’Will I fall before she dies, or after?’ he asked with eerie calm.
{It is uncertain. Regardless, your death is inevitable.}
{A single life remains from us. You will—!}
"My wives." Noah cut the Records off, feeling the immense power of his sacrifice flooding every cell of his body.
The sensation was overwhelming and divine.
"Utilize that life to save my wives," Noah commanded the Records. "One of my lives should suffice for all of them."
The Records went quiet.
Then...
{And what of you, Noah Vaelgrim?}
Noah showed his teeth. "I’ll find a way."
In that heartbeat, a torrent of power washed over him, and the sixty-second countdown commenced.
Luelle stared at Noah, her green eyes shaking with shock at the impossible Cultivation pressure radiating from his form.
In this instant, he no longer appeared human to her.
He was a silhouette of blinding white light, a radiance so dense it turned liquid and dripped into the surrounding space.
The Buntu trembled violently.
Luelle tried to speak...
...but was met with a devastating punch to the face.
Searing white agony detonated within her mind.
Her head snapped back with bone-breaking force; her nose disintegrated, and shattered teeth flew through the air amidst a spray of blood.
"Let’s begin," Noah snarled.
The entire universe quaked.
Luelle was launched like a projectile, her form a green streak that vanished from sight. Behind her, the fabric of reality tore open, casting her out of the Buntu.
Noah vanished in pursuit.
Orien remained paralyzed, his frame shaking as his soul was pinned down by the oppressive power Noah had unleashed. His legs buckled, unable to support him.
The wives were equally stunned.
They stood like statues, gazing at the empty space where Noah had been a second before.
That trance was short-lived.
Through their soul bonds, they could feel Noah’s life essence being consumed at a horrific speed.
A wave of insanity crashed over them.
It wasn't just madness; it was Wrath.
A crimson fury so intense and pure that wives across the vast universe began to weep tears of blood.
There was no hesitation. Noah had set the path. They had started this war, and they would see it through, even if it cost them their very souls.
In a terrifying, singular chorus...
"I am the Sword of the Blasphemer, and I offer every part of my existence for one minute."
"I am the Throne of Light, and I..."
"I am the Unseen Queen, and I..."
"I am the Queen of Vanity, and I..."
"I am the Mother of the World, and I..."
"I am the..."
"I am..."
"I..."
Every woman offered up the entirety of their being.
And then...
{Granted, O Seekers.}
The Records accepted the price.
And absolute chaos erupted.
For sixty seconds, the universe would endure its most terrifying nightmare since time began.
The Elysiari had descended into a berserk rage. They saw only red. Only destruction. Only death.
And they were determined to pull their enemies into the abyss with them.
Suddenly...
"Oh, gods, no!!!!" Orien shrieked in pure horror...
...only for a single flash of Yuki’s blade to claim his head.
Blood painted the silver-white landscape.
His head tumbled away.
...
Beyond the borders of the universe, Noah and Luelle were locked in a brutal struggle. They appeared as two rays of light carving through the void of existence.
Everywhere their paths crossed, the apocalypse followed, the universe shuddering from the impact of their collisions.
Luelle was flailing, unable to comprehend the situation. The speed of events had left her mind reeling, especially with the lingering shock of Noah’s first strike rattling her brain.
Her wounds continued to bleed, and her regenerative powers were failing.
She tapped into the power of the World Tree and brought the collective weight of her race into every strike, yet Noah anticipated every move before it even began.
Landing a blow was impossible.
In his current state, Noah’s Providence had ascended to the rank of a Pillar. He could now perceive the threads of the universe with terrifying clarity.
But his time was running out.
He began to summon echoes of his past selves from the preceding seconds, layering them onto his current form until a single, massive blow caused Luelle’s body to erupt in a mist of blood.
Noah showed no mercy.
He threaded fate into her very being, altering her past and future with cold efficiency.
He grabbed hold of thousands of Luelle’s potential futures and snuffed them out. Her existence began to fade.
Fear finally took root in her shattered chest, growing like a dark seed as her heart raced.
Noah’s eyes were devoid of warmth.
Yet, this was merely the prelude.
Only fifteen seconds had ticked by.
They tore through the cosmos, vaporizing worlds and entire galaxies. The universe itself seemed to scream in pain, bleeding from the scars left by their combat.
The Progenitors stirred, preparing to intervene, but the Records held them back.
This was Noah’s battle. No—this was the battle of the Elysiari.
Noah could feel his life force draining away.
Thirty seconds remained.
He intensified his assault, desperate to end Luelle before she could recover. During their clash, they streaked past a strange, ever-shifting world.
With a flick of his finger, Noah erased that world in a burst of raw energy.
A roar of rage echoed from the vacuum, and a woman emerged from the wreckage.
Noah ignored her anger.
He grabbed the Mother of Change and dragged her forcibly into the fray.
The duel transformed into a chaotic three-way slaughter.
They raged on.
The Mother of Change possessed terrifying power, but caught between two frenzied beings at the Progenitor level, even she struggled.
Next, they breached the northern territories and stumbled upon the King in the North. He stared in disbelief, but was forced to draw his weapons to defend his life.
The conflict escalated into four entities trying to butcher one another.
It was a catastrophe of cosmic proportions.
It was perfect.
All of them were broken and bleeding. Their physical forms were half-destroyed, their souls fractured, and their essences drained.
Regeneration was no longer an option, as they were all poisoned by the conflicting powers of their rivals.
The King spat out a curse, "Have you lost your fucking mind?!"
Luelle gasped for air, her skull split open and her brain visible through the cracks. She looked at Noah with a mix of pure hate and shivering dread.
The Mother of Change fell to her knees, blood leaking from her eyes as she glared at Noah with animalistic fury.
"I will end you!" she hissed.
Noah gave a chilling smile, the fate threads he had planted during the fight already deep within them.
Two seconds left.
Noah drew upon every ounce of power he had accumulated since the first second of the countdown.
Fifty-eight versions of Noah appeared, each imbued with the power granted by his sacrifice to the Records.
The others watched in absolute horror.
"NOOOO!!" they wailed.
Noah’s smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Yes, you bastards," he said softly. "We’re all going down together."
He detonated all fifty-eight versions of himself, using the final microsecond to shield his own soul.
The others shrieked as they tried to protect their souls just as the explosion consumed them.
A blinding white blast swallowed the area, expanding with the force of a supernova.
Half of the universe was wiped from existence.
The cosmos let out a final whimper.
At that same moment, across various battlefronts, the wives finished their enemies and pulled them into the dark, their souls held by the Records even as their physical lives ended.
The Spirit World prepared for its new guests.
There, a woman veiled in thick mist slowly looked up.
A smile crossed her face.
—End of Chapter 430—