Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 468 Tree of Ashes

Previously on Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System...

Noah integrated Providence as the Will of his territory, transforming her into an entity that oversees evolution and maintains Records, naming the bound system Elysiari. He elevated his wives, including Maryam, to the status of Paragons, granting them access to personalized status interfaces that detailed their aspects, gifts, bloodlines, and ranks—most at Fourth Circle, with Maryam at the Realm of Infinity Concept. As Providence explained paths to advancement through Aspect mastery and Evolution Quests, Noah prepared to retrieve the Lake of Milk-White Soul and modify his Dominion, summoning those who had refused binding, such as Luelle and the Origins.

No unnecessary chatter was required.

Noah sprang into action without delay, viewing them all as mere nutrients to enrich his domain.

He seized the souls he'd ensnared while claiming the Dominion, then fed them directly into the mist that formed the Dominion itself.

The outcome unfolded exactly as anticipated. His domain grew tougher and more durable in the process.

Afterward, he seized the Origins. Life, Death, Samsara, Transformation, and Frost were among them. He smashed them into countless shards, disregarding their cries of agony and resentment, and handed every piece over to Providence.

The Will integrated them into her constantly developing Records, then forged artifacts from those Origins.

Keys of Beginning, that's what she named them. Providence then informed Noah that these Keys would serve as a means for his wives—and solely his wives—to seize an Origin down the line.

Indeed, each of them would have to forge their own Origin at a future point in their Power System.

Noah, however, required none of this. Why would he? Within his domain, he embodied the Origin of everything.

Even Origin fell short of his stature.

Proceeding further, the Prince approached Luelle. At the same moment, his wives finished mastering their newfound abilities and the functions of Providence.

They came together and walked over to Noah, who knelt nearby, gazing at Luelle on her knees.

"What more from me do you want to ruin?" Luelle uttered, her voice breaking. "I've got nothing remaining. You claimed all I had. All of it."

"Don't act like the victim now," Noah replied casually. "That's not who you are. And apparently, you're not alone in this."

He let out a sigh, and from behind his wives—Red in particular—surges of energy erupted, carrying an overwhelming scent of fury.

"I figured," Noah resumed, "that ending your life would prevent any of them from making stupid moves against me. But clearly, that's not the case."

"Tell me," his voice turned icy, "do I have to wipe out every one of you before you get it?"

Luelle, despite her shattered condition, started to grasp the implication of his statement. A faint, wheezing chuckle escaped her. Beneath it lurked a twisted joy at the revelation she'd just uncovered.

And that brought her satisfaction.

Not due to Noah's frustration. No, she'd moved beyond such feelings. But rather, because she wouldn't be the sole Progenitor enduring this torment from the monster.

There's comfort in realizing you're not alone during calamity.

Yet when fortune strikes, people often crave exclusivity over it.

"I'll reveal everything you need to learn about them," Luelle declared, her smile radiating pure madness.

She lay utterly broken.

"In exchange, I just want death." The Elven Progenitor lifted her hand, reaching toward Noah's face.

Thud-!

Her arm came clean off, dropping to the floor as green blood sprayed from the stump like a bursting fountain.

"Keep your hands off him," Yuki stated icily, her orange eyes fixed on Luelle with murderous intent.

She hadn't even drawn on her Gift: Sword of Severance—just a quick snap of her finger.

The Paragon of Severance required no blade. Her very form sufficed.

The torment surging through Luelle's frame was overwhelming, but she merely grimaced slightly, flashing a bloody-toothed grin at Yuki before shifting her attention back to Noah.

Pain had become routine for her. So, with blood streaming from her wound, Luelle pressed on with her speech as though undisturbed.

"Are you going to end me?" she inquired again.

The scene felt unnerving. Yet what chilled more was how

no one reacted to the incident at all.

Bloodshed, torment, suffering, and insanity... these had all turned familiar to the Vaelgrim. Even Emmie behaved indifferently, flipping a golden coin through her

fingers.

By now, they immersed themselves so profoundly in such elements that they overlooked the strange evolution within themselves.

And they never would.

"I assumed you'd learned your lesson after your ordeal," Noah murmured gently. "I'm not negotiating with you, Luelle. And as I said

before..."

He offered a frosty smile.

"I won't grant you death."

"Please-!"

"I require a repository for the Records of my domain," Noah interrupted her endless pleas. "Plus, a protector."

He halted, cocking his head. "Actually, I don't truly need one. It's purely for show."

He grinned, while Luelle's gaze remained puzzled yet terrified by Noah's intentions.

Time for speculation ran short, as the Prince moved at once.

With a mere command, the space beside him tore open like fabric, revealing a swirling emptiness akin to, but distinct from, what they all knew.

He extended his hand, thrusting it in. Through atomic manipulation, Noah molded and converted the void into substance, forming a nascent orb of a world.

Then, he turned to Luelle, whose eyes widened in realization.

Before she could utter a word, Noah's palm rested on her. He tore out Luelle's essence—the core of her existence—drawing a piercing scream from her.

An object materialized in his grasp, resembling a World Tree of captivating green allure.

Luelle's physical form before them collapsed like crumbling sand.

Just before it vanished entirely, Noah extracted the Progenitor's awareness and True Soul, embedding them into the core.

Afterward, he merged Luelle's core with the embryonic world he'd crafted.

The World Tree started expanding.

Noah bestowed a name upon it.

"Tree of Ashes, the House of Records."

At the naming, the tree altered its form. Shedding its verdant hue, it adopted a grayish tone, striking and one-of-a-kind to behold.

Within the Tree—now rivaling a high-tier world in scope—Luelle observed her body's reshaping, the agony repeatedly driving her to blackout.

Eventually, the transformation ceased, the Tree's magnitude nearing that of a Prime World.

Noah retrieved the Library of Records from his thoughts, duplicated it precisely, and inserted it into the Tree.

And then,

DING!

<Guardian: Luelle of Ashes. Distinction: Eternal Slave.>

With the realm now formed, the Tree's avatar—Luelle herself—emerged. Her skin appeared ashen, complemented by hair and eyes of the same shade. Even so, her ethereal beauty persisted.

She regarded Noah with eyes full of anguish and dread, evoking deep pity.

Noah merely gestured, sealing the realm away in the layers of his domain.

He inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes for a moment. Then he rose, facing his wives with a subtle grin.

"Apologies for the wait," he remarked, already stepping to Red and drawing her close in an embrace.

Red settled into his arms, silent, simply savoring his nearness.

Noah addressed the rest while stroking the back of his War Goddess tenderly.

"All preparations are complete," he announced. "Only one task remains."

His wives' expressions grew resolute.

"Which is to seize this world swiftly and return to the Waking Universe."

"And so..."

Sophie rolled her neck side to side.

"Let us commence," she concluded, her tone as frigid as the grave.

-End of Chapter 468-