Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 432: Pain

Asaemon remained motionless in the lowest depths of Hell, positioned before the Lords of Hell. Asmodeus, the Progenitor of Demons, had already departed from their presence.

One didn’t need the wisdom of a Sphinx to deduce his destination.

Only the seven deadly sins remained now, each observing Asaemon with a distinct expression.

Some wore masks of mockery. Others appeared indifferent. A few were simply intrigued.

Since the moment he first entered this world, Asaemon’s gaze had never been this frigid. Usually, he was lighthearted and calm—the natural confidence of someone burdened with monstrous talent.

However, his heart had been shattered that day. Like every soul in the universe, he had felt and seen the end of Noah and his sisters-in-law.

It was impossible to miss. Their passing was violent and loud—so loud that a fragment of the universe perished alongside them.

The Elysiari of Monsters was left reeling from the blow.

He sat with his head bowed, struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what had transpired.

"So," Wrath began, his tail flicking with a mocking rhythm, "was that the magnificent Noah you were praising so highly, my dear friend?"

"This dear friend claimed," Pride added with a soft titter, "that He was the vastest sky to ever overshadow this universe. The one capable of drowning the entire world in his infinite darkness."

He stopped, his teeth showing in a cruel grin. "Where is he now? What happened to this supposed sky?"

Asaemon offered no reply.

"Has his pathetic death cost you your tongue as well?" Pride sneered.

Asaemon began to shake.

"Pathetic," the Courtesan Lust hissed with contempt, though a smile remained fixed on her lips. "Talk is cheap when you are sheltered within this sanctuary."

"Tell me, dear brothers."

Her smile grew wider, her pink eyes flashing. "Do you possess the resolve to throw away everything you have built just for a single victory?"

Wrath and Pride both frowned.

Lust walked toward the silent Asaemon, her feet moving rhythmically across the fire-scarred earth.

Even a simple walk radiated sensuality from the sway of her hips and the movement of her body.

Behind her, Wrath and Pride watched with expressions of disgust.

"It is always easier to speak than to act," Lust remarked, ignoring their disdain. "Your very natures might blind you, but allow me to enlighten you, brothers."

She stood over Asaemon, crouching down to pull his head into a gentle embrace.

Asaemon remained passive. He said nothing, lost in a heavy silence, acting as if the world around him had ceased to exist.

"Even if you sacrificed your entire existence, you would never defeat a Progenitor."

"You open your mouth as frequently as you open your legs, whore," Wrath spat. "If you learned to keep it shut, you would be less nauseating to look at."

"The same legs you used until you collapsed from exhaustion while I remained standing, unfazed?" Lust laughed. "So much for the power of Wrath."

"You—!" Wrath started to retort.

"Save your pointless, angry words," Lust interrupted icily. "I have no time for someone who can barely perform in my presence."

"Oh, please." Pride sighed, coming to his brother’s defense. "In your presence? Your beauty is a lie. Everything about you is a mere illusion—a trick you play on yourself."

Pride looked toward the other siblings. "We all wonder. Why not show your true form to our friend here?"

"Are you scared of the rumors? Terrified of what we might say about your hideous self? Don't be, sister. We are all monsters in this place."

He smirked. "We won’t mind at all."

Lust did not respond, and the smile slowly faded from her face.

"Hard to keep up the act now?" Wrath mocked.

Greed, Sloth, Envy, and Gluttony watched the exchange in silence.

It was clear that this was a common scene between them.

"When will Asmodeus return?" Asaemon suddenly asked, his head still hanging low.

"I do not know, my love," Lust whispered tenderly, ignoring her brothers.

Despite having her toys killed and two of her Origins seized by Asaemon’s faction, she felt no rage. Not anymore.

Instead, the Courtesan Lust felt a deep curiosity regarding Noah. After recent events, that curiosity had only intensified.

While many assumed Noah was gone for good, Lust felt differently. She had known men of every caliber, from the lowest scum to those at the peak of Cultivation. she knew which men were worthless and which were worthy of her. She knew that men like Noah had a habit of defying fate.

Thus, she would stay by Asaemon’s side and embed herself within this faction.

Lust wasn't the only one with such thoughts. Sloth, Envy, and Gluttony shared similar sentiments.

They remained quiet, but their minds were busy with secret plots and hunger for power.

"What is it you desire?" Lust whispered into Asaemon’s ear. "I will assist you, my love."

Asaemon looked at her with cold eyes. Her charms had no effect on him.

Lust’s smile didn't falter; it grew wider.

Asaemon turned his gaze back to the Lords of Hell. When he spoke, his voice was devoid of emotion.

"My brother will return," he declared with absolute certainty. "And when he does, the demons must be subordinates of the Elysiari."

Wrath and Pride began to shake with intense fury.

"That is my wish," he concluded, looking at Lust.

The woman known as the universe's greatest whore smiled, revealing her white teeth.

"I will help you, my love. But there is a price..."

She stroked his cheek gently.

"I want an introduction to Noah Vaelgrim. The man who killed a Progenitor. The Madman."

Asaemon stood up, a chilling smile on his face as his red eyes locked onto Wrath and Pride.

"As you wish."

Lust had joined the Elysiari.

She wasn't alone—Sloth, Envy, and Gluttony followed.

The demon faction split in two, and internal conflict erupted even as the universe faced its greatest threat.

...

Asaemon wasn't the only one driven by emotion. Aurelia felt the same, though her situation was different.

She had been fighting alongside Alice against the Origins of Protection and Procreation when Noah made his final move.

The battle was grueling, but the two Elysiari were destined for victory.

Yet, Alice had sacrificed herself without hesitation, claiming she couldn't live while her husband and sisters fell.

It was a noble choice.

But Aurelia couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't just throw away the life she had fought so hard to preserve and improve.

She simply couldn't.

The weight of that realization hit her hard. She collapsed to the ground, her skin blackened by the impact of countless skills.

Her head was down, her breathing ragged and uneven.

Her body was a map of brutal injuries.

"I... I wanted to be his wife," she croaked, her chest aching.

"I believed my love for him was enough for that."

But it wasn't.

The others were prepared to let their lives burn out just to be with him in death. Aurelia, even while consumed by guilt, knew she wouldn't have made the same choice.

What right did she have to want Noah’s romantic love? A love deeper than the sibling bond he already gave her?

The First Abomination realized she was unworthy of such a thing.

She would stop seeking it, for she didn't deserve it.

However, she was still his elder sister and an Elysiari. She had given up on love, but her duty remained.

She had the right to protect everything her brother left behind until the day he returned.

Aurelia struggled to her feet, her legs shaking and her body swaying. She stumbled and hit the ground again.

A surge of pain shot through her. Tears welled in her golden eyes as she bit her lip until it bled.

She tried once more and finally managed to stand.

Aurelia looked up at the sky, which had turned a bloody shade of red.

Her expression turned cold, her focus shifting to a single target.

"The elves..." she whispered, her voice dark with lethal intent. "Let’s see if you can survive my fury now that Luelle is gone."

Her path was set.

She took a step, even though it was unsteady.

One step forward.

Just one step.

Never wavering to the left or right.

Only forward.

...

Every end contains a new beginning. A glimmer of light exists within the deepest dark. Hope can be found even in a lost cause.

The passing of one thing marks the birth of another. A new perspective. A new existence.

A new version of oneself.

This was the eternal rhythm of the universe.

Noah, his wives, and the unfortunate souls caught in their wake became aware of this truth.

It wasn't through some grand epiphany. It was because, despite dying in a horrific fashion...

...they all found themselves surrounded by a dense, grey mist. Their bodies were restored but felt different as they looked up at a woman veiled in the same fog.

She sat upon a throne that compelled their very souls to bow.

Most of them recognized what she was immediately.

A ruler.

But Noah, Selene, and Luminara saw something else.

Noah’s brow furrowed.

Selene clutched at her throat, gasping.

Luminara wept with relief, falling to her knees in worship of the Woman in Fog.

The air was thick with tension, especially as Luelle, the King of Change, and the fallen Origins glared at Noah and his wives with murderous hunger.

But no violence occurred. Instead, their soul bodies throbbed with pain as the woman spoke:

"Welcome to the Spirit World."