Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 440 Prince

The shift happened in a heartbeat, sudden and violent.

One moment, Gaia had shoved Noah away with a look of astonishment, her sharp nails leaving trails of iridescent, multicolored blood across his throat. The next, he was plummeting toward the glowing abyss that marked the entrance to the Spirit World.

He blinked, his mind momentarily clouded by confusion.

With a heavy effort, Noah turned his head to survey his surroundings. He saw nothing but an infinite, bottomless void. Determining how much time had elapsed was an impossible task.

Even so, Noah possessed an intuitive certainty that not even a single second had passed since his departure.

This wasn't merely a gut feeling.

It was the activation of one of his innate skills: The Breath of Time.

'Has it not even been a second?' he mused internally.

He had spent millennia within that realm alongside Gaia and its people... yet here, time appeared to have stood still.

The sheer absurdity of the situation left Noah momentarily paralyzed, feeling like a stranger to his own reality.

That sense of alienation vanished when a familiar voice resonated within his consciousness. It was soft, almost a whisper.

{You have returned,} the Records spoke, their voice trailing off in a slow drawl before coming to an abrupt halt.

Noah could not see them yet, but he could feel their invisible, shocked gaze piercing through him with eerie intensity.

{You...} the Records began again, a cacophony of thousands of layered voices rising in a haunting symphony, {...just what are you?}

They demanded an answer.

Noah remained silent.

What was he?

That was the very mystery he had contemplated throughout those thousands of years. Gaia wasn't the only one plagued by existential doubts.

Noah had shared them.

Countless times, he had scrutinized his own existence. He had no choice; given his actions, he had to redefine who he was.

No matter how much he tried to minimize his experiences, one fact remained absolute.

He had undergone a rebirth.

The blood flowing through his veins was no longer of the Elysiari bloodline. That heritage had been shattered and offered up as a sacrifice during his life-or-death struggle with Luelle.

In its place was the blood of Gaia—the blood of Reality itself. And yet, it was truly his own. He had seized it and claimed it, just as he had done with his system.

Still, the question haunted him.

Was he the same individual?

Clearly, he was not.

The overwhelming power vibrating within him was proof enough. His immortal physique, a body that could only be extinguished if someone possessed the monumental strength to kill him, further confirmed it.

Furthermore, between Gaia giving him a name and his previous identity as Brandon... Noah had felt adrift.

Was he Noah? Was he Brandon? Or was he Raj Progenar Gaia?

He had utilized those thousands of years to find the answer.

And find it he did.

"Who am I?" Noah repeated with a soft, knowing smile. "I am Noah. I am Brandon. I am even gorydamn Raj."

"I am simply myself, Records. A child without a father. A child who brought himself into being. A child birthed from the very womb of reality, possessing three mothers." Gaia might have rejected the connection, but Noah would not turn away from the truth.

He had emerged from her womb. Her blood was his life force. He carried her hair and her eyes, and he had gained vast knowledge through her subjects.

He had forged himself anew, and she had been an integral, if unwilling, part of that process.

Noah was not one for ingratitude. At the very least, he tried to honor what he had gained.

Having affirmed his identity, he looked down instinctively.

The Spirit World was now incredibly close. Below, he could see swirls of grey mist moving with a life of their own, like writhing tentacles.

{Incredible.}

The voice of the Records was thick with reverence.

Suddenly, they realized something. It was a revelation that caused their collective consciousness to freeze for a moment.

They... they could no longer perceive the records of Noah. His existence was now entirely hidden from their sight.

It wasn't just hidden from them.

He was now obscured from every being and every force across all realities and beyond.

Noah had essentially authored his own existence.

A being of such nature could not be bound or recorded by anyone other than himself.

{Truly magnificent,} the Records whispered again, sounding like devoted fanatics. {You have ascended to something glorious. Something unique. Tell us, O Selfborn. By what name shall we address you?}

They paused, waiting.

{What shall be your title?}

For the first time since the dawn of reality, the Records deferred to a being, asking him to choose his own title.

They asked because they no longer possessed the power to name him.

They felt a strange mix of joy and sorrow.

To them, it felt as though they had nurtured a child only to watch him walk away, forever beyond their reach.

It was a painful realization.

More painful than they ever expected.

Noah offered them a smile in response to their query.

The surrounding void began to glow.

His second innate skill, The Heart of Reality, manifested. He was the favored son of Reality; his emotions were mirrored by the cosmos itself.

As his lips curled upward, a wave of profound satisfaction washed over the entirety of Perfected Reality, touching even the Records.

They let out a collective gasp.

"As for the name..." Noah said, drawing the Records' focus back to him.

He thought of the title the inhabitants of Gaia’s realm had bestowed upon him, and his smile broadened.

"Simply call me Prince."

{Prince...} the Records murmured, savoring the word. Then, they declared, {From this moment forward, no other shall bear the name 'Prince' within their title.}

The decree took effect instantly. Across every corner of Reality, anyone holding a title containing the word "Prince" found it stripped away.

Gaia sensed the change. She scoffed, her expression twisting into a scowl before she barked a command at the swirling suns and moons.

The Records continued...

{That name now belongs solely to you, O Prince.}

Noah gave a small, awkward laugh.

{As a tribute to your grand achievement, Prince, we present these to you. Please, accept them.}

Brilliant bursts of light erupted before him, a dazzling display of indigo, black, and blue that nearly blinded him.

The lights began to take on distinct forms.

The indigo light became a drifting cloud, ethereal and unconstrained. The blue light transformed into a vast, overarching sky that looked down upon all of creation.

The black light sat in the center, formless and ever-changing. It shifted constantly, harmonizing perfectly with the other two lights as if it were the bridge between them.

Noah sensed an extraordinary and unique power within each one. He reached out, and the lights drifted into his palm.

He closed his hand, drawing them into his being. The essence of the Records flowed through him like water soaking into parched earth, searching for a place to settle.

Noah guided the energy toward the deepest part of his soul. There, a woman composed of the primal light of reality resided. Her eyes were shut, yet her eyelids flickered as if she were on the verge of waking. Meanwhile, Noah turned his attention to the notifications appearing before him.

{Seed of Sky, Seed of Cloud, Seed of Harmony. These are the essence of our power.}

{Do they please you, Prince?}

"They do, Records," Noah replied with a nod. "She has been silent for so long, and waking her was proving difficult. But with these..."

DING!!!

Noah's face broke into a grin.

"You've saved me a lot of trouble."

<The Primordial Ruler System has been activated.>

Then...

<Noah?>

The voice of Providence reached him, initially confused before being replaced by overwhelming joy.

<NOAH!!>

At that exact moment, his feet met the swirling grey fog. The tendrils licked at his skin before wrapping around him with sudden force, pulling him down into the depths of the Spirit World.

The final blessing of the Records echoed in his mind:

{May success follow you on your next journey, Prince.} PUFFF-! Noah’s form tore through the barriers of mist.

He descended like a bolt of lightning during a tempest, falling from the heavens toward the earth. He braced for a violent impact, but his feet touched the ground with surprising grace.

Noah opened his eyes slowly, feeling the unique resonance of his system stirring within him. He looked out upon a world saturated with living, swirling fog.

The mists curled around his body, whispering in his ears in a futile attempt to obscure his vision.

It was then that Noah sensed other presences nearby.

He took in the bizarre sight of Luminara with her forehead pressed against the dirt and Serene standing there, looking absolutely stunned.

Noah’s brow furrowed as he detected something strange about the woman. Something that felt familiar—!

The voice of Providence, his new system, spoke up, coinciding with the voice of the grey-skinned woman perched high above. <The functions of the Primordial Ruler System are ready for display.> "Welcome to the Spirit World, Brandon." -End of Chapter 440-