Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 448 New Bloodline [3]

Life? Death? Or some gruesome state in between?

Noah lost all sense of his place in existence as agonizing pain surged through his frame, obliterating everything in its path.

He began to thrash upon the earth like a maggot stuck in filth, let out shrill squeals and cries. His face was a mask of tears and mucus, while a mixture of saliva and gore leaked from his lips.

Maryam stood frozen, her eyes wide with shock, helpless to do anything but witness her son endure this soul-crushing transformation.

She had attempted to reach him, but her efforts were futile. Noah’s movements were so violent and powerful that they kicked up a massive, suffocating veil of dust that obscured everything.

Furthermore, a thin line of blood ran from Maryam’s nose, the result of a sudden, stray strike from her son as he fought the agony.

The First Soul felt no resentment. Her mind was entirely consumed by terror and desperation.

She tried once more to bridge the distance, disregarding whatever injury he might cause her, but a sudden barrier manifested around Noah. It completely encased him, stifling his screams like those of a drowning man.

The Soul Ruler rushed forward, nearly stumbling. Reaching the emerald shield, she raised her fists and began to hammer against it, desperate to break through.

The entire realm trembled with every blow she landed.

Still, her efforts yielded no results.

She remained far too powerless to even scratch the weakest protection of the Will Eternal.

Noah remained oblivious to all of this. Or perhaps he was only dimly aware of the chaos.

His consciousness was a blur; he felt as though he were trapped in a nightmare, observing his own wretched state from afar. Even so, he could feel his physical form being dismantled with terrifying precision.

His skeletal structure shattered and his internal organs were torn to shreds, leaving nothing but a mess of bone, blood, and meat. Even his World-Heart Earth was obliterated.

Noah emitted a pathetic whimper, like a hound taking its last breath. Though Maryam could not hear the sound, she felt the resonance of his suffering. She collapsed to her knees before the barrier, weeping alongside him.

She was utterly lost, unable to comprehend the fate befalling her child. Dark thoughts began to haunt her mind.

Gaia was equally distressed. Nevertheless, she understood that all true power demanded a steep price.

This was especially true for the strength Noah sought. Thus, she hardened her eternal heart and watched as her selfborn son underwent the metamorphosis.

Following the destruction of his organs, his tissues were sliced into ribbons, releasing torrents of blood. His neurons were next, suffering the same fate as the rest of his being.

Then his cells were dismantled, until finally, the very molecules that constituted his physical form, his psyche, and his heart were reached.

The agony was beyond words. It was a level of suffering no living creature could ever hope to understand.

Noah was being systematically erased. It was as if his entire existence—body, mind, and spirit—was being unraveled by a force he had never imagined existed.

Had he possessed a mouth at that moment, he would have been wailing like a discarded infant. No, it was far worse than that.

Yet, amidst the excruciating torment, a sense of freezing clarity Took hold of his essence, and a realization began to dawn on him.

In that specific instant, Noah’s body—if it could still be called that—was nothing more than a localized cluster of atoms.

Every other aspect of him had been razed. Only those basic building blocks remained. And there...

...the true genesis commenced.

Noah understood through his intellect that everything within the cosmos and beyond was primarily composed of atoms.

The same particles that formed a human body were responsible for the birth of stars and even greater wonders.

Everything was determined by their arrangement and the path they followed.

On this day, Noah observed as the atoms defining his existence chose an entirely unique way to bond.

The consequences were breathtaking.

Slowly but with unwavering intent, they began to reconstruct themselves.

An overwhelming power crashed down upon the realm Maryam had created. She gasped, her mouth opening in a silent cry as her physical form disintegrated into a spray of blood and ash.

The realm shattered instantly, allowing Noah’s wives and the others to catch a glimpse of the transformation occurring within.

The sight nearly drove them to the brink of insanity.

However, Gaia moved immediately, facilitating Maryam’s rebirth while simultaneously restoring the stability of the realm.

She shook her head, sensing a specific force attempting to obstruct the birth of Noah’s bloodline. But the process was already too far gone to be halted.

Gaia found herself smiling involuntarily, a surge of excitement and thrill pulsing through her that she had never experienced before.

Meanwhile, Maryam gasped for air, her breaths coming in ragged, shallow bursts. Her skin was slick with sweat. Regardless, the moment she regained her senses, her only thought was to find her son.

Noah’s evolution was progressing steadily. The previous destruction was now repeating itself, but in total reverse.

Atoms bonded into molecules, drawing in enigmatic particles to create a type of matter never seen before.

Gaia watched in sheer amazement.

After the molecules came the cells, followed by the neurons and the pathways that interconnected all things.

His consciousness returned, now sharper, more ancient, and far more primordial.

More alien.

The cells organized into tissues, which in turn formed the organs.

At this stage, Earth returned. From the outside, the world appeared unchanged. But one could only guess what had transpired within.

Earth and every organ were linked together and to the rest of the structure by veins of crimson and gold. These vessels originated from above—the essence of heavens and hells in their purest form, granted by Gaia—and flowed throughout his entire frame.

Then, bones forged from the void manifested. Flesh began to pulse and weave together, stitching itself over the tall stature of Noah’s newly forged body.

His eyes took shape, followed by his facial features and his hair.

Gradually, the crushing pressure weighing on them faded significantly, indicating that Noah’s transition from his old self to his evolved form was nearly complete.

The barrier dissolved.

Maryam struggled to her feet. She took a steadying breath and approached, but as she took in Noah’s new form, a wave of shock hit her.

"Soul Rot!" she cried out.

"By my own glorious name!" Gaia whispered, though her voice reached only the lovely creations standing near her.

Noah’s new look was truly extraordinary.

He rested on the ground amidst the pool of his own blood, yet his body remained pristine. The blood seemed to recoil from him, as if it feared tainting his divine yet monstrous form.

Noah had grown, now reaching a height of ten feet. His skin was a creamy white. His back, chest, and shoulders were adorned with intricate gold and crimson tattoos that depicted the inception and the end of reality.

Upon his right palm, a golden glowing symbol of a serpent consuming its own tail in the shape of infinity had formed.

His left palm bore an etched circle, half white and half black, which rotated endlessly while emitting a faint red glow. His head was crowned with long, thick hair of gold and crimson. Two pitch-black horns jutted from his brow, radiating an aura of absolute nothingness.

His ears were slightly pointed, resembling those of an elf. Without any rush, Noah opened his eyes to reveal heterochromic irises—the left a brilliant red and the right a shining gold. His pupils were identical to those of Gaia.

The first thing Noah saw upon waking were the vibrant alerts from Providence, who appeared unusually thrilled.

<You have created the bloodline: Primordial Origin Bloodline (Can be renamed)>

<You are the Progenitor of a new Bloodline.>

<You are eligible to create your own faction.>

Noah allowed a small smile to touch his lips. Then his wife continued, radiating joy for her husband’s success.

<Description of the Bloodline.>

<Overview: You have forged a bloodline of both genesis and apocalypse. It embodies life, death, and everything in between or beyond, even reaching into the concept of the void.>

<Anyone carrying your bloodline will manifest an aspect of Reality. This aspect will be paired with a unique 'Gift' specific to the individual. There is also an inherent affinity for creation and destruction, along with the unique racial transformation ability.>

<As a Progenitor, you also gain: Atom Manipulation, Probability Manipulation, and Continuity.>

Noah’s eyes widened in surprise.

<You have received your Gift.>

<Gift: Ignoramus.>

The Prince stared at the holographic interfaces, stunned, before feeling a pair of arms wrap tightly around him in a desperate hug.

"Brandon!" Maryam sobbed, her voice thick with anxiety. "My child, are you alright?"

Hearing her question, Noah simply smiled, his thoughts racing as fresh possibilities filled his mind.

"Mother?" the Prince spoke.

"Y-Yes, my son? Do you feel sick? Where does it hurt? Tell—!"

"Would you like a Gift?"

There was a sudden silence. Maryam tilted her head, completely baffled.

Then,

"W-What?"