Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 460 - Mournful Cry

The Treehouse let out a pained wail as it witnessed its own form being ripped into seven distinct segments. This agony was unprecedented, comparable only to the sensation of one's soul being violently torn apart into seven fragments.

As these seven pieces drifted, massive blue chains—thick as the sturdy bark of a World Tree and forged from mysterious metals—manifested with a sharp metallic clatter, shackling the seven Kingdoms together.

The scene was pure bedlam.

Numerous elves tumbled into the widening fissures, falling into a dark abyss where they would meet their end at the claws of surviving void beasts or succumb to the lethal environment.

Even those who managed to remain within the borders of a Kingdom found no relief.

The majority were forced to their knees, crushed not only by the mourning of the Will of Treehouse but by a suffocating pressure weighing down upon their very souls.

The Worldborns, every one of them at the Myriad Creator rank with mastery over at least two Laws, watched the unfolding disaster with eyes filled with dread.

The father of Orien Worldborn, famously known as the Sword of Luelle, surveyed the destruction of his realm with icy green eyes.

A cacophony of voices filled the air; Cowards shrieked in their desperate attempt to escape, while the brave bellowed war cries with bloodshot eyes, desiring only to fight.

Aurelia drifted at the center of the seven Kingdoms, positioned where the chains merged to create a majestic throne.

Her form had undergone a transformation.

She was now clad in blue battle armor that contoured perfectly to her frame. Seven unique swords, each vibrating with different energy, hovered at her back like wings of cold steel.

A metallic halo sat upon her head, and her eyes emitted a piercing, luminous blue light.

From the third Kingdom, the Sword of Luelle glared up at her.

"You are making a mistake, First Abomination," he declared, his voice booming across the expanse.

Seeing their leader remain so composed, some of the elves began to hope that salvation was still possible.

Standing alongside the Sword of Luelle were Eric, Malrik, and Rouge, who had successfully advanced their ranks enough to stand as equals to the legendary warrior.

"We might have lost our Progenitor, but so did you," he continued, his tone turning increasingly frigid. "Do not be so arrogant as to think you can challenge an entire race alone. You would be a fool."

"Then a fool I will be," Aurelia replied flatly, her voice devoid of any sentiment. "Nothing in this universe will prevent me from slaughtering all of you this day."

As she made her decree, the Worldborns’ brows furrowed in intense rage.

"And if you believe I am truly alone..." the First Abomination added, a smile finally touching her lips. It was a smile so hollow it sent a chill through their marrow.

"Then you clearly lack understanding of what it means to be a Lord."

As soon as she spoke, deafening roars shattered the air on each of the seven Kingdoms. Mountain peaks erupted from the earth under Aurelia’s influence, and from their summits, the cries echoed.

The Worldborns turned in alarm, witnessing a powerful being floating atop every hilltop.

Comprising both males and females, they were all outfitted in diverse armor and weaponry. Every single one of them possessed the rank of a Myriad Creator.

"Let us begin," Aurelia commanded.

The seven Lords moved instantly at their High Lord’s word. Their speed was a blur, the intensity of their movement causing the air to decay and leaving trails of void in their wake.

A series of thunderous explosions rocked the land.

The elves screamed, scrambling to find a defensive footing. However, most were unable to even draw their weapons before they were reduced to mangled heaps of flesh and bone, crushed against the dirt.

Some were sliced into countless fragments, their souls extinguished instantly.

Others had their spirits pierced by lightning-fast spear thrusts.

A Lord wielding a massive hammer let out a war cry so powerful it caused those nearby to explode into a mist of blood.

Horror dawned on the Sword of Luelle. His own power flared alongside his companions as they watched the carnage unfold.

The Lord of the Kingdom they occupied—a yellow-skinned female wielding twin rapiers—was carving through their kin with swordplay so exquisite it was almost hypnotic.

Every movement she made utilized the Law of Movement, making it appear as though she existed ahead of time. This was paired with the Law of the Unseen, rendering her strikes completely untraceable.

Furthermore, she employed the Law of Seven.

This Law ensured that after seven successful hits, the eighth strike would be a guaranteed killing blow, regardless of the defense.

"This—!"

The Sword of Luelle tried to shout, but only a wet, gurgling sound came out. He froze in place. Turning his head slowly, he saw Eric, who had already buried a blade deep into his throat.

"H-How?" the Sword managed to wheeze.

"Let's not drag this out," Eric whispered into his ear with cold cruelty.

He wasn't the only traitor.

Malrik and Rouge revealed their true forms—one an Elysiari and the other a human—as they slaughtered the nearby Myriad Creator Worldborns while the victims were distracted by the Yellow Lord.

Rouge laughed with manic glee, her face splattered with gore, while Malrik began the process of raising the fallen.

The remaining elves stood paralyzed by the betrayal.

"It was a pleasure learning the secrets of your race," Eric remarked, before cleanly decapitating the Patriarch of the Worldborn.

The Yellow Lord appeared at that moment, saying, "Easy! Easy!" She raised her twin blades to finish off the Patriarch’s soul...

...but the entire world was suddenly brought to a halt by a roar that shook the foundations of reality.

ROOOOAAAAAAAARRRRR!

Aurelia, who had been watching the massacre calmly, felt her eyes widen as she snapped her gaze toward the sky.

A shaky breath escaped her.

A dragon of impossible proportions appeared, its size rivaling multiple Prime Worlds combined. It was so vast that it eclipsed everything else in sight.

Twenty pairs of expansive wings were etched upon its back; each beat of those wings seemed to make the very fabric of the universe tremble.

The dragon was covered in shimmering crimson scales that shone like gems, and a crown of many crimson horns adorned its head.

It possessed three eyes, including one in the center of its forehead. Two were slitted black orbs filled with swirling runes, while the third was a void of pure white.

All three eyes were locked onto Aurelia.

Esmeray, the Mother of Dragons and a Progenitor, had arrived.

"I will not permit this," the Mother of Dragons thundered, her mere aura forcing the conflict into a dead stop.

Eric, Malrik, and Rouge were slammed into the ground by the sheer pressure. It felt as if their souls would shatter simply by being in the presence of a Pinnacle being.

Blood began to leak from their pores. "We are already plagued by invaders at our gates," Esmeray continued, her voice vibrating with fury. "We require every ounce of strength for what is to come. First Abomination, will you stand down?"

Aurelia’s gaze was as cold as the grave. Without a word, her aura surged to terrifying heights, and her golden book manifested behind her.

"Today," Aurelia snarled, "marks the end of the Worldborn. I have sworn this, and I will see it through."

Her statement carried the weight of an absolute law.

"Your oath is irrelevant compared to the survival of the universe," Esmeray countered harshly.

"I understand the source of your grievance with the elves, and I have some respect for the Madman who slays void beasts. These are the only reasons I have allowed you to speak, little girl."

The Progenitor paused, and Aurelia felt the pressure of Esmeray’s will crushing her golden book. A tearing sound filled the air as the book began to crumble.

Aurelia clenched her fists so hard her knuckles turned white and blood dripped from her palms. She finally understood why Noah had been willing to sacrifice everything. Facing a Progenitor was like trying to withstand the weight of the entire universe.

The reality of the situation was undeniable.

All Progenitors were Pinnacles—beings who embodied and controlled the fundamental laws of existence. They were the supreme authorities of all things.

Because of this...

"You cannot hope to defeat me, child. It is arrogant to think you can replicate the feats of the Madman. We will not be caught off guard again," Esmeray said, her slitted eyes narrowing to thin lines.

"I am not in the mood for negotiations."

"So, do yourself a favor and leave."

"And if I refuse?" Aurelia whispered, her voice tight with suppressed terror.

Her Lords gathered behind her, preparing themselves for a battle they knew was futile.

"I did not come here to retreat," Aurelia added.

I failed Noah once. I will not fail him a second time, she thought, forcing herself to stay despite the instinct to run.

If she fled now, the guilt would destroy her. She had carried enough of it already.

Esmeray looked at her deeply, then spoke with a voice so powerful it shattered the seven Kingdoms into a rain of stone, causing Aurelia to cough up blood.

"Then you leave me no choice, First Abomination."

The Mother of Dragons opened her maw wide. In that moment, it felt as though the universe itself was being drawn into her throat. Eric, Malrik, and Rouge were instantly obliterated into a mist of blood, their souls wiped out by the mere sight of the power.

Aurelia felt a knot of pure fear form in her throat as she saw a terrifying dragon breath gathering within the endless depths of Esmeray’s mouth.

"Your Elysiari faction brings nothing but chaos," Esmeray’s voice echoed. "Your madness will ruin us before our true enemies arrive. Therefore..."

Time seemed to stop. "You must die."

The Mother of Dragons unleashed her breath. Aurelia had no time to react before the crimson light of the blast consumed her.

Everything exploded into a world of red as the breath incinerated the surroundings.

At that very moment, deep within the pits of Hell, Asaemon stopped abruptly, his eyes wide with shock. "No... no... no..." he stammered, his heart pounding against his ribs like a caged animal. "N-No, this can't be happening!"

He collapsed to his knees, clutching his head until his nails drew blood from his scalp, tears of crimson streaming down his face. Nearby, the Demon Lords watched in confusion and terror, sensing a horrific shift in the world.

Asaemon was not alone in his grief. In a corner of the universe where mana did not reach...

A certain world began to resonate with a heartbroken, mournful cry.