Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 441 - First Soul

"Welcome to the Spirit World, Brandon."

The announcement from the grey-skinned woman resonated through the void with an eerie quality. As her voice lingered, the thick grey mists parted like curtains being drawn back, revealing a clear path toward her.

She was perched upon a grand throne, her features obscured by a swirling veil of fog. Despite the concealment, Noah felt a sudden wave of déjà vu wash over him as he stared at her.

The effortless way she spoke his name, and the familiarity with which "Brandon" left her lips...

It was hauntingly familiar.

Deeply familiar.

Noah fought back a shiver, his purple eyes widening as the weight of realization began to settle in his mind.

He took an instinctive step forward, drawn to the woman as if closing the distance would extinguish the final sparks of uncertainty within him.

However, he didn't get far.

In the blink of an eye, three figures materialized before the Prince. Their gazes were crimson with a burning fury, and their frames trembled with rage as they advanced toward him with murderous intent.

Luelle, the King in the North, and the Mother of Change stood there.

The memory of how Noah had forced them into this realm burned fresh in their minds. Consumed by their wrath, these arrogant beings completely ignored the Ruler seated above them.

Meanwhile, Selene had dropped to the ground beside Luminara. She stared at the grey-skinned woman in a daze, clutching her chest as her lips moved without sound, struggling to process her overwhelming emotions.

Her hands were slick with cold sweat.

Despite the freezing temperature of the surroundings.

Elira, Justicia, and Emily rushed to her side, their faces etched with deep concern.

Others attempted to move toward Noah to offer support, but their path was blocked.

Beings like Laka, Tiamat, Ouroboros, and the Queen of Hearts squared off against the very enemies that had dragged them into this hellish place.

Their faces were contorted with rage, veins bulging as they prepared to finish the bloody business they had started.

All of this unfolded under the watchful eyes of the Origins, who remained in their physical forms. Some Origins stood loyally behind their former masters, bound by ties of the soul.

Others chose to keep their distance, fully aware that the laws of the Waking World no longer applied here.

In this realm, the rules had changed.

Everyone understood that.

Luelle was more aware than most of the horrors within the Spirit World. Yet, fury is a treacherous emotion.

It blinds the senses until the distinction between right and wrong vanishes entirely.

In that moment, they were all blinded by their hatred for what the Elysiari had inflicted upon them.

Noah observed the chaos with a quiet intensity. His composure remained unshaken, his expression shifting only to form a mocking, cold smirk. "Keep smiling, you bastard," Luelle hissed, her teeth grinding together.

"Let’s see if you have anything left to sacrifice to survive this." "Even if I were to obliterate your soul and grant you death, it would not satisfy my rage," the King declared, his blue eyes shimmering with frost. "You dragged me into a conflict I had no part in. You will pay for that, Elysiari."

The Mother of Change remained silent, but her malice was even deeper than Luelle's. If a gaze could kill, Noah would have been struck down by the sheer venom radiating from her silver eyes.

The man himself remained unperturbed.

"I indeed have something to sacrifice," Noah replied to Luelle. "However, I doubt even The Records could endure the weight of it."

They all scowled at his boastful claim.

But before they could react, Noah scanned the vast area, his eyes landing on those threatening his wives.

His smile turned hollow and cold.

"Listen well. If any of you so much as touch a single hair on my women," he said, tilting his neck, "you will suffer the most agonizing deaths imaginable. This time, there will be no reincarnation. No one will be able to save you from me."

A collective shiver ran through them.

Every single one of them felt it.

His voice carried a terrifying authority that seemed to hold dominion over life and death itself.

As they looked into his strange purple eyes, they felt the crushing pressure of Reality bearing down on them.

They recoiled, their very souls trembling with fear.

Only then did Noah look back up at the grey-skinned woman, who had watched the entire display with total indifference.

"Am I wrong?" Noah questioned her.

The intuition within him grew stronger.

His eyes possessed a unique power; he could pierce through the fog and see her true face if he wished.

Yet, a strange instinct held him back.

A voice inside told him to wait.

To observe.

That feeling intensified when the woman finally spoke, her voice laced with a proud, melodic laughter.

"So, this is the man you have become," she remarked, addressing Noah as if they were old acquaintances from a lifetime ago.

Her tone was weary and tinged with melancholy, yet it vibrated with a profound sense of pride.

She then raised a slender, grey hand and made a casual sweeping motion.

Instantly, ropes of fog surged forward, binding everyone in the area except the Elysiari and dragging them toward a far corner.

"What is—!"

"I have been patient with you, Luelle," the woman interrupted icily, her gaze fixing on the Progenitor of Elves. "Do not push your luck."

Luelle felt as though her soul-body would shatter into a million fragments at that very moment. She forgot how to breathe, her entire existence pulsing with sheer terror. Reflexively, she bowed her head, biting her lip so fiercely that the sound of tearing flesh was audible.

Luelle was boiling with resentment.

But no one noticed, and no one dared to care.

Following that display, no one dared to speak or challenge the grey-skinned woman.

They remained bound and forced to their knees, watching as the Elysiari stood tall and defiant.

The humiliation was a physical ache in their souls.

Noah moved to stand by Selene and Luminara, his eyes filled with worry and a growing confusion.

His other women surrounded them, wanting to speak but silenced by the presence of the woman on the throne.

Noah gave them a quick, comforting smile before turning his attention to Selene. Beside her, Luminara was weeping with relief.

"Are you the one behind this?" he asked, his voice steady but carrying an undeniable weight.

It was an innate power that made the very air vibrate, as if the atmosphere itself wanted to bow before him.

"Behind what?" the woman replied.

"You know exactly what I mean. And," Noah glanced down at Luminara with a frown, "why is she acting like this? Why is she kneeling to you?"

The woman let out a soft, haunting giggle. It sounded like the whispers of a thousand ghosts wishing someone a final rest.

"I will give you your answers, Brandon," she said, before shifting her gaze to Luminara. "Luminara, you may be at peace. You have fulfilled your duty and upheld your end of our agreement."

Luminara’s body shook. Her lips trembled as she spoke, her tears forming a small pool on the ground beneath her.

"I... I did everything I could, First Soul," she stammered, bowing even lower. It seemed she would have disappeared into the floor if she could.

"There were many obstacles, but... I kept Selene safe, and I protected your child."

A heavy, deathly silence gripped the space.

Noah's instincts finally clicked into place, and he stared at the woman with wide, shocked eyes.

"Do you see it now?" the woman asked, as the fog surrounding her began to fade away like a dissolving mirage, revealing her features.

THUMP—!

Noah’s immortal heart throbbed painfully. Selene sank even lower, her soul-body shaking violently.

Noah looked at her, panicked. "You are... No. What is happening to Selene?"

The grey-skinned woman—the First Soul, a Sovereign of the Spirit World, and Halima Maryam Imane, the mother of Brandon—offered her son a gentle smile.

"Selene is a piece of my own soul," Maryam explained, rising slowly from her throne. "I birthed her to guide the vessel known as Noah for your reincarnation, my dear Brandon. And I appointed Luminara, whom I assisted in escaping this realm, to serve as a protector for you both."

The gathered women, Luelle, the Origins, and all the Legacy Holders were frozen in shock as the truth echoed through their minds, stealing their breath away.

Noah’s mouth hung open. He instinctively triggered his third innate ability: The Eye of Reality, and a torrent of undeniable proof flooded his consciousness.

He stumbled back in disbelief. Selene turned to look at him, her face drenched in tears.

"My baby..." Selene whispered, just as Maryam vanished and reappeared directly in front of Noah.

She gazed at him, her own eyes overflowing with tears of pure joy.

"My child," she said softly, reaching out to cup his face. "My Brandon... you are finally here. At last..."

She pulled him into a trembling embrace. Noah remained motionless, his mind still reeling from the revelation.

"...you have come back to me, Brandon, my baby!"