Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 461 - Disaster rarely comes alone.

The passing of a being as monumental and high-ranking as Aurelia sent a clear ripple through the cosmos.

It was an unsettling sensation. A profound weight settled over everyone who had known her, carving a hollow sense of finality deep within their souls.

Asaemon was no exception; as Aurelia’s brother, their connection transcended all other bonds.

Far away, hidden in the most desolate reaches of the universe where mana could not penetrate, Laeh also sensed the demise of Aurelia Sightless Vaelgrim, the First Abomination.

In the depths of that world, Laeh was curled into a tight ball of flesh, her form shuddering violently as the reality of Aurelia's death washed over her.

Foxy, Fated, Caus, and Destiny stood nearby, their expressions masked in agony and grief.

However, the mourning of the three Origins paled in comparison to the intensity of Foxy’s sorrow.

She stood tall, her slender foxlike features frozen in a mask of pain. With her head bowed low, she clenched her fists so hard her knuckles turned white, her entire frame trembling.

'I-I am failing my father!' Foxy cried out silently in her mind, consumed by the shame of hiding while her kin were being slaughtered across the stars.

'Even Aunt Aurelia has fallen!'

The thought was impossible to grasp.

Foxy was haunted by the realization that if someone as powerful as Aurelia could die, then her brother was equally vulnerable.

A gnawing premonition had been eating at her for a while now, a dark instinct telling her that time was running out.

Premier’s life was flickering toward its end.

The former Elysiari of Dream, her silver hair now dull and ruined following the loss of her bloodline, snapped her gaze toward Laeh.

The World’s Will remained on the ground, clutching her head as a torrent of tears fell without end.

She was whispering frantically to herself.

"I-I can’t, Noah... I can't do this... I need you... I... I need you here, Noah."

The agony was overwhelming.

Since the moment of her birth, Laeh had never known such profound loss. The death of Aurelia felt like a brutal, soul-crushing strike to her very core.

"N-Noah, I—!"

"Father isn't here," Foxy interrupted, kneeling before Laeh and drawing her into a firm embrace. She fought desperately to hold back her own sobbing.

Two people could not afford to break down at once. One had to remain stable to anchor the other.

Now was not the time to grieve. Not for her.

She had to find a path to safeguard her family and preserve her father’s legacy.

Thus, the First Daughter of Noah suppressed her tears and hardened her heart, focusing entirely on comforting Laeh, who was in greater need.

"Father isn't here, but we are," Foxy murmured softly. "We must do everything we can to protect the faction. My... my brother, your nephew, is still out there fighting."

Laeh went still for a moment before slowly raising her tear-streaked face to look into Foxy’s wide eyes.

"He can't die, Aunt," she gasped, her voice trembling. "He cannot die. He cannot die."

The more she chanted the words, the more her tears flowed, spilling past her defenses.

She was unable to contain the flood of emotion.

"We have to reach him before he does something reckless," Laeh said, forced a fragile smile. "You know his nature. He craves his own glory and loves Father too much to let his death go unpunished."

"So—!"

"I know," Laeh replied, returning the embrace. "I know. We're going to save him."

Hearing those words, Foxy finally broke, her composure shattering as she began to weep.

Behind them, Fated, Caus, and Destiny exchanged dark, somber looks.

Just as they had discovered a family that offered them love and acceptance... was it all to be snatched away? Was their family destined to be picked off like insects?

Their gazes grew cold, and their expressions hardened with resolve. They were determined to repay their father for the happiness he had granted them.

...

The mourning was not contained to one place.

Deep within the territory of Ester, the Elysiari of Shadow, another woman was drowning in sorrow.

It was Aerica, the wife of Eric.

While Foxy, Laeh, and the others sensed the deaths but were still processing the loss of those closest to them...

Aerica’s world revolved solely around Eric. Her husband was gone, his soul completely annihilated.

She lay collapsed on her bedroom floor, staring vacantly at the shattered remnants of the Soul Crystal that had once pulsed with Eric’s life force.

Her eyes were devoid of light. Eric’s passing had stripped her of everything.

Her face was a mess of tears and grief as her mind replayed every memory of their life together, right up to the moment he left for the elven kingdom.

She recalled her jokes about killing any woman he might bring home, never dreaming he would be the one not to come back. The agony Aerica felt was total, a pain so absolute that the concept of living had lost all purpose.

Eric was her entire world.

He was her partner, her lover, and her husband. He was the one who handled the cooking because she was hopeless at it. He was the constant presence who comforted her with a lazy grin, promising that everything would work out.

In his presence, every concern seemed trivial.

Aerica cherished that about him. Eric was her anchor, the man who had taught her the true meaning of love.

As she cycled through these thoughts... she arrived at the same inevitable conclusion.

"I... I can't go on without you, Eric," Aerica whispered, her voice sounding hollow.

Since Eric’s soul had been wiped from existence, she would follow him into the void.

"I told you, didn't I?" She gave a broken, tragic smile. "Not even death could keep us apart."

She began to gather her internal power, initiating the process to detonate her own soul.

Fear had vanished. No feelings remained. Eric was gone, and he had taken her heart and soul with him into the dark.

The mere thought of reuniting with Eric—regardless of how or where—brought a smile to her face as she prepared to end a life that had no value without him.

And so, Aerica—!

BAAAAAMMMMM!!!

Aerica gasped in shock as a colossal, unfathomable impact rocked the world of Laeh.

Driven by instinct, she stumbled to her feet, her dead eyes looking upward in confusion.

"What is that?" she breathed.

She wasn't the only one; the entire world was thrown into a state of alarm.

Laeh and Foxy felt it most acutely, watching in horror as a section of the universe was violently torn open.

From the rift, strange beings began to emerge. Their skin was a featureless gray—no eyes, no noses, no ears.

They possessed only wide, jagged maws that evoked a primal terror.

Lanky and towering, their bodies were draped in a bizarre, shifting energy.

The moment Laeh and Foxy saw them, they realized the truth.

These were invaders from another universe. And they had arrived right on their doorstep.

As they watched the gaping mouths of these aliens staring down at their world, a single thought echoed in the minds of both Foxy and Laeh.

'When one thing falls apart, everything else follows.'

It was a grim reality.

Calamity never travels alone.

And so,

The remnants of Noah's Fallen Faction were forced into a confrontation with extraterrestrial beings from beyond their reality.

At the same time, because Aurelia’s soul had been erased by Esmeray’s breath, all the Records she had once stolen were suddenly released back to their original owners.

Every soul who received their history back cursed Aurelia’s name, wishing her nothing but eternal torment.

Simultaneously, the Golden Tree of Aurelia’s world shriveled and died, reverting to a seedling before the entire world detonated and vanished.

All of this transpired while Noah remained in the Spirit World, oblivious to the chaos. The Records chose to remain silent as he subjected Luelle to a deep, agonizing torture. Behind him, his wives had finished their transformation into their new bloodline, the Ataraxia, their crimson-gold hair and towering forms exuding a frigid, regal power.

"Shall we go another round, Luelle?" Noah asked with a gentle smile, looking down at her as she lay broken on the ground. She had lost control of her functions, her eyes vacant and dead after endless cycles of pain.

Despite the torment, her body remained physically unmarked. "P-Please..." she croaked. "No more... stop. Mercy. I’ll do anything... anything you want."

Luelle, the Progenitor of Elves, was reduced to begging Noah for a reprieve.

"Mercy?" Noah repeated, locking his gaze onto hers. "Didn't I explain this to you, Luelle?"

He rested his hand on her head.

She shrieked like a lunatic, sobbing hysterically and pleading for forgiveness over and over, her mind looping like a broken record.

"I don't grant forgiveness," Noah stated flatly. "Especially not to someone like you."

"So, let's begin again."

With a mere touch, Noah shattered Luelle’s psyche, manipulating her brain’s neurons to simulate and stack thousands of different realities.

Within those mental prisons, Luelle died repeatedly.

Every death was unique.

In one timeline, Orien was her executioner. In another, she killed Orien before taking her own life. In yet another, her fellow Progenitors tore her apart.

Suddenly, a foul, unbearable stench filled the air.

But the onlookers were accustomed to it by now.

It was simply the result of Luelle losing all bodily control under the weight of her terror and pain.

The others watched the cold emptiness in Noah’s eyes as he tortured a Progenitor without a hint of remorse.

It was a sight that would be burned into their memories forever.

-End of Chapter 461-