Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System

"It was quite boring, master," Lorna said with a smile. Her voice was mocking, and even held disdain in it.

Elijah's eyes widened in shock. He looked at Lorna as if he couldn't believe what just happened.

No. His mind refused to process it.

Foxy… his foxy… she was Noah's subordinate?

"Since… since when?" Elijah asked, his voice hoarse in pain.

No matter what, he had passed ten years of his most difficult and solitary life with Lorna. She had been with him, supported him through all those difficulties and challenges.

She had been there.

And he had appreciated and loved her presence so much that he was ready to take her with him everywhere. To make her see the higher universe her goddess talked about so much.

But… all of this was fake? Her smiling at him was fake? Her helping him tend to his injuries during training was fake? Her looking at him as if he was her whole world was… false?

Elijah's body started to tremble, to shake, in pain, in agony, and in… anger and hatred.

Agony for all that was fake.

Hatred for being played by someone he loved.

"SINCE WHEN???" he shouted as he charged toward Lorna, wanting to kill her, but—

"Easy, man," Noah's voice echoed as Lorna was instantly teleported to his side, leaving Elijah only striking the air.

Lorna sneered. "As pathetic as ever," she said straight to his face.

There was no emotion. No pity for him.

After all, truly, she never cared about Elijah. All that she had done was for him—for Noah—for her master.

Lorna held Noah's right hand and looked at him with beautiful golden fox eyes, speaking in a sweet and sly voice, "I deserve a reward, master."

Noah smiled. "You will have it. Let me finish this," he said, as he started to walk toward Elijah.

Strangely, since the start of this conversation, the battlefield had been deadly silent, and everyone was watching this scene.

The Noah and Elijah scene.

And everyone felt a chill when they realized the beast Elijah had protected even during battle was, in fact, Noah's pet.

It was… scary.

Hell, even Noah's women hadn't known. And that was exactly when they understood how Noah was aware of Elijah's return and location.

It had been Lorna all along.

After all—

"Lorna was my second beast, after Premier."

Yes, Lorna was also a fused beast. He had used multiple A-rank golden foxes, killed and fused them, to create Lorna.

In a sense, she was Premier's little sister.

And you know, each beast Noah obtained through fusion had this instinctive pull to follow and obey him.

That's why he dared to put Lorna in Elijah's path when he took that mission.

He knew Elijah. He knew he wouldn't pass up the chance to get a contracted beast.

"It was me who made sure you got the mission to kill a wolf," Noah continued.

"Do you remember who told you to take that mission?"

Elijah's brain flashed as he answered instinctively, "Leona…?" he muttered, and his eyes started to widen again.

Noah smirked.

And as if on cue… Leona appeared behind Noah and kneeled.

"My master," she said, with an obsessive and devoted expression.

"As you can see, she was also under my orders to be close to you and gain your attention. So the one you thought was on your side all along…"

"…just acted like I told her to act."

A sharp pain pierced Elijah's heart. He was having trouble breathing properly.

It was agonizing to realize that all this time… you've been manipulated. That all the people you thought was close to you, all the people you were ready to protect, to love, to die for… were in fact just playing you.

And as he looked at their expressions when they stood behind Noah, he knew…

They never loved or even cared about him.

He had been a plaything.

Him, the Champion of Light, had been a plaything.

Him, Justicia's sword and Justicia's lover, had been… a plaything.

And at this realization…

He snapped. His eyes glowed like molten golden steel as he immediately shot toward Noah.

"I WILL KILL YOU!" he roared—a roar filled not just with anger, but deep, soul-shattering pain.

A golden sword appeared in his hand as he slashed forward.

Through it all, Noah just looked at him calmly. And then he spoke.

"Concept Activation — The First Word."

The whole world froze, as if holding its breath.

"You are The Crippled Hero."

Noah… had named Elijah. Not a nickname. It was almost a true name.

The only difference was that the name would only last as long as Noah kept his concept active.

But as long as he did…

Elijah was The Crippled Hero, and so—

BOOM!

Elijah immediately fell to the ground like a bitch, his head slamming into the dirt.

He just lay there, eyes wide. He didn't feel pain in his body… but he could feel—he could no longer use his mana. Not even his arms.

He raised his head shakily, just enough to see Noah's white, runic eyes.

A chill coursed through his spine.

'How… how could he be this strong?'

'And… why? Why me?'

"What… what did I do wrong to you?" he asked, looking at Noah with something he never thought he'd feel again—fear.

Because I don't think you understand what Noah just did.

He named a being—in a way that crippled him. Not with force. Not with a technique.

With words. Only words.

Something even Alice would not be able to do.

Because Noah could only do this thanks to his true name. After all… he was "The Name That Names All."

Noah approached and silently sat in a chair made of fire and light.

The same power he had copied from Elijah.

He crossed his leg and looked at Elijah on the ground, unable to even budge. Unable to escape.

"You did nothing to me," Noah said with a smile.

His voice echoed across the battlefield.

Everyone listened.

"I was just lost. And I needed a very specific goal in my mind to keep going."

Because after all, he had been thrown into a world he didn't know, a world where he was weak, a world where he was destined to die.

For a guy from Earth who had lived in peace…

It was not easy to support the weight of so many crushing things.

He needed a way. He needed something to keep going. Some… motivation, let's say.

And it was easy. He just targeted the chosen one and his harem.

And truly—

"You have been great, Elijah."

"You don't realize it yet, but thanks to you, I've met many beautiful and wonderful women," Noah said, looking at his women with a loving smile.

"But your use has come to an end. And now it's time for you to die."

"But I am not a cruel man."

Noah smirked.

"I won't kill you before letting you see the one who made you who you are."

He snapped his fingers, and instantly a woman appeared beside him.

A woman Elijah would recognize in any lifetime.

His mother.

Christelle—with her beautiful brown hair and eyes.

"M-Mother!! Are you okay?" he asked, panic in his voice. He had missed her so much and couldn't wait to finish this battle and go see her.

And how could he not love her? It was her who was there when he was nothing. Who made sure he had the opportunity to awaken by kneeling before Oliver for hours.

He was grateful to her. He loved her. And he would have given her everything she ever wanted after he won this battle, but—

Elijah's heart started to sink as he looked at his mother's expression.

She… wasn't even looking at him.

Him. Her son.

She was only looking at Noah—with a deep and worshipful gaze that made Elijah feel a chill in his heart.

And slowly, his mind blanked out as he saw his mother kneeling before Noah, and saying, in a sweet and sensual voice—

"My master… you called me?"

The way she said "my master" was filled with pride.

As if being Noah's slave was a glorified position.

Noah smiled, looking at Elijah—whose eyes were now blank.

He was shattered inside.

Betrayal after betrayal.

And now, his mother?

His mind couldn't handle it. So it shut down.

Noah shook his head and looked at Christelle. "Do you not feel anything for your son?"

Christelle's face didn't change.

"I only care about you, master. Not a child who abandoned his mother for years."

Christelle was truly a lost cause. But after being fucked by Noah for five years straight or even more because of the time dilation inside the realm…

She was devoted. Truly devoted. Her feelings were now at one hundred percent. She was a willing slave.

Hell, she even called herself proudly Noah's slave. She claimed that position.

It was maddening.

But weirdly… it was exciting.

Noah smiled softly. He looked down at Elijah and couldn't help but lament how easy it had been.

He didn't even have to lift a finger.

But that's just how it is.

That's just how much of an abomination he was. Anything less than this, and he'd have shamed his two senior abominations.

But there was still something left. Or rather… someone to take care of.

He stood up and placed a hand on Elijah's head. He didn't wait. He didn't hesitate.

The moment he touched it, he removed the name he had given.

And immediately, with his soul talent, soul manipulation, and Slave Master title—he took control of Elijah's soul in a heartbeat.

And as if all of this wasn't enough, he gave him a new name.

"Eternal Slave of Noah Vaelgrim."

Click—

Elijah Stoneheart, the Champion of Light… had become Noah's eternal slave.

And at that moment—

"YOU DAREEEEEEE!!!!"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!

Half of the world of Laeh exploded as a divine voice, filled with fury and hatred, echoed through the heavens.

Billions of people died.

All because—

Noah raised his head calmly and looked at the sky.

There she was.

Beautiful. Divine.

A golden-haired, golden-eyed woman.

Justicia, the Goddess of Light and Justice, had arrived.

—End of Chapter 184—