Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 438 Forced Birth

Noah maintained his relentless slaughter. Curiously, as he consumed the essence of his fellow competitors, an instinctive comprehension of his surroundings began to take root within his mind.

He was adrift in the Primeval Sea—or more accurately, the Primeval Womb.

This was the void where he was currently imprisoned, a place where Gaia intended to strip away his very identity.

The realization dawned on him that this realm was far more significant than he had first guessed. It wasn't merely a site for the reconstruction of beings where their sense of self was pruned away.

This was the crucible of the cosmos, the birthplace of universes where worlds took shape and the first light of distant stars flickered into existence.

Noah stood at the absolute Origin of all things.

An overwhelming sense of awe washed over him, deeper than anything he had ever known. He marvelled at the impossibility of his presence in such a location.

It felt both profanely sacred and terrifyingly vast.

Noah suspected that his sanity would crumble if he continued to scrutinize this place or attempted to fully grasp its mysteries.

Certain truths in existence are not meant to be held by the mind, much less understood.

In that moment, Noah understood that seeking total comprehension would bring him more agony than benefit.

Gaia was the Great Mother. She was the Unsullied, the progenitor of humans, demons, angels, and every conceivable entity or construct.

She represented the alpha and the omega. She was life and death, virtue and vice, Heaven and Hell.

All of Perfected Reality had been birthed from her womb. She existed far above creation, transcending anything Noah could possibly imagine.

To peer too deeply into her essence would lead to madness. Already, the mere reality of being inside her was fracturing his fragile consciousness.

Even if Noah managed to cling to his ego, there was a breaking point to what he could endure.

Nevertheless, he ground his spectral teeth and pushed forward.

He silenced his thoughts and abandoned the need for understanding. Instead, he channeled every drop of stolen power he devoured into the formation of an egg.

He situated this egg in the heart of the Primeval Womb, resting it upon a patch of tissue—or a substance similar to it—that defied naming.

Because the egg was tethered to his soul, Noah could funnel anything into it. That vessel would serve as the foundation of his system.

The energies he harvested were neither uniform in nature nor equal in potency.

From some, he gained elemental mastery; from others, the spark of creation. Certain souls provided fragments of universal seeds, while others offered the very foundations of worlds.

These powers encompassed physical might, ancient bloodlines, and abstract concepts like beginning and end. The experience brought Noah to the brink of ecstasy, yet he could not permit himself to indulge in the sensation.

He redirected every ounce of it into the egg, causing it to expand with steady, exponential growth. It soon stood six feet tall, its surface a deep crimson etched with shimmering golden inscriptions.

The script was a language unknown to anyone, even Noah.

Suddenly, a shiver ran through him, and he snapped his strange gaze forward. The looming gateway was near. Extremely near.

Noah finally understood its purpose.

That door was the threshold to a realm known as Integration and Direction.

It was the station where the futures of the consumed or deceased were woven into new constructs before their next journey—their reincarnation—could commence.

In that place, a soul might be merged with a world to become its planetary will. They could become a universe, or even undergo a fusion of human and non-human essences.

Through this process, entirely new races were forged.

The potential outcomes were boundless, all dictated by Gaia’s limitless wisdom. This was also the point where Noah was scheduled to be reshaped into a mere flower by her hand.

The former Progenitor of Elysiari was well aware of this fate.

He knew that crossing that threshold meant certain doom. However, he no longer felt the sting of panic.

Armed with the knowledge of his environment, he had devised an escape. It was a plan the Will Eternal would find inconceivable, as she likely believed Noah’s consciousness had already faded into nothingness.

But Noah was aware his time was limited. His bold theft of power and the creation of the egg would eventually be detected by her.

He had to be swift. He had to be fearless.

And so, Noah acted without hesitation.

As time ticked away, the egg grew to a massive sixteen feet, pulsing with a fierce, radiating aura. Its essence was complex and profound, containing the seeds of both birth and destruction.

It mirrored the very Primeval Sea that surrounded it.

Yet, there was one thing Noah found impossible to claim: the thick layer of Mercy that blanketed the entire dimension.

It was gruesome and alien, yet in some twisted way, it made sense to him.

He began to perceive more of Gaia’s true nature, but he forced himself to look away before he lost himself.

His work was nearly finished.

Everything was prepared except for the final touch: the egg's intended purpose.

It was designed to be a system, but Noah had to define that identity and choose its specific path. It required a name, for a name bestows both meaning and existence.

Noah’s mind raced. He could feel the shadow of impending peril drawing closer.

Gaia would notice the disturbance at any moment.

While his mind searched for the perfect system type, he submerged the egg deep into the Primeval Sea, allowing it to soak in the myriad energies of the void.

In the world outside, Gaia suddenly faltered, sensing an unnatural discord within her being.

The sanctuary of the womb was dissolving, receding back into her essence.

Her brow furrowed in confusion before her eyes snapped wide with a horrific realization.

"What?" she cried out in utter disbelief, immediately springing into action.

Back within the depths, Noah felt a titanic presence bearing down on him. The Primeval Sea trembled in fear.

Noah stood at the apex of the egg, a name already formed on his tongue, ready to be spoken.

He gathered the concepts of naming, origin, voice, beginning, and faith, condensing them all into a singular point of power.

Then, he forcibly reclaimed the name of Providence that he had once bestowed upon his wife. By seizing the name, he snatched away her very reality.

He bound her essence to the title of his newly forged system.

Opening his mouth, he let out a proclamation that shook the Primeval Womb like the roar of a celestial dragon.

"Primordial Ruler System."

Gaia’s scream echoed through the void: "BRANDON!!!!!!!!!!"

A grin spread across Noah’s face as he watched the massive egg dissolve into a torrent of molten light, which then surged into his body.

Simultaneously, he began swimming with every ounce of his strength toward a specific point. There, concealed beneath layers of barriers, lay a tiny aperture.

Gaia descended like a catastrophic meteor, yet she remained momentarily paralyzed by shock. Her eternal mind had never encountered such defiance; to a being who had never been deceived, this betrayal cut deeper than any blade.

It was a fatal lapse in judgment.

Noah had already reached the cave-like exit he sought.

By the time Gaia realized his goal, she shivered in pure terror.

Before she could intervene, Noah lunged through the opening. Instantly, Gaia was snapped back into her physical form, her features contorting with a mixture of agony and rage.

Her body was positioned for labor.

She was in the throes of birthing Noah.

"BRANDOOOOON!!!!!"

Her voice boomed with fury, but a moment later, a pained whimper escaped her as Noah’s head finally emerged from her womb.

-End of Chapter 438-