Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System

Justicia stood there, staring at Elijah's decapitated head. Golden blood gushed from the severed stump—proof of how divine he was becoming.

She didn't know what to say. She didn't even know what to feel.

Her emotions were in shambles.

She felt sadness. Pain. Anger. Loathing. Hatred… all at once.

And that tore her heart apart—deeply, profoundly, mercilessly.

"Haa… haa…"

She gasped for breath as her knees gave out and she dropped to the ground, her golden eyes welling with tears—golden tears.

It was beautiful… and it was pitiful at the same time.

Right now, right here, she didn't look like the hypocrite goddess who was ready to do anything for her power advancement…

No.

She looked like a girl mourning the death of the love of her life.

Sad. Broken. Pathetic. A divine being reduced to ruin.

"Ah… ah… no… no…"

She started slow, her voice hoarse and trembling.

"No no no no no no…"

Then she snapped. Her voice rose, faster, louder—echoing across the ruined battlefield, echoing through space itself.

And finally—

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!" Justicia cried out, her golden tears falling like molten despair, shimmering, endless, hopeless.

Even just looking at her…

You would feel it. That pain—burning and pure and unbearable.

You would.

Even Noah did.

And he felt it.

He watched with calm eyes. Her tears. Her broken posture. Her crumbling divinity.

For a moment… he even felt sympathy.

But he shook it off immediately.

There was no room for that. There never was.

Because there was no choice.

Or more accurately—

This was the only outcome possible for him.

Elijah's absolute death. No reincarnation. No second chance. No hope.

Because Noah didn't like loose ends.

And the same way he had reincarnated into this world, Elijah could've too—if his soul had remained intact.

So Noah didn't just kill the body.

He killed the soul.

As for keeping him as a slave? That was even riskier.

Elijah had the protagonist's fate. Logic, after all this novel was for him to shine. So no matter how strong the chains, it was very probable that fate would have bent the world to help him escape.

And Noah couldn't afford that.

So in the end—

'True death was the only possible outcome for him,' Noah thought, coldly, as he stepped forward toward Justicia.

Now that she was bound to him, it seemed the Akashic Records allowed her to remain in this world without breaking it.

Truly…

'You really favor me.'

And what a cheat it was—to be loved by the one who bore witness to everything between heaven and earth.

As Noah stood in front of the kneeling, weeping goddess, he crouched and reached out—grabbing her chin, lifting her head to meet his gaze.

A bold act.

But he was the master now.

And she? She was the slave.

Powerless against him. Powerless against the one who killed her lover. And that very thought crushed her further.

Her golden eyes dimmed—significantly.

And as Noah watched her…

This scene hit him.

Because it felt familiar.

It was like the tale of Rome and Emily. Where Rome killed Emily's lover—his own brother—and forced her to marry him, to bear his children.

Noah had killed Justicia's lover.

He had enslaved her.

He had, practically, forced her to be with him.

So yes—he was close to doing what Rome did.

But there was one fundamental difference.

Noah was not Rome.

He was better. So much better.

"Are you sad?" Noah asked softly, his white runic eyes glowing.

It was an obvious question.

And Justicia didn't respond. Her gaze was empty. Hollow. Lifeless.

As if she had no will left to exist.

But Noah kept speaking.

"But can you blame me? It was your fault after all. You spoiled Elijah so much he thought everyone was beneath him. So much he thought he could trample anyone in his path and just keep walking like nothing happened. But…"

He paused, his tone cold.

"That's not how this world works, Justicia."

"So what's the point of crying over spilled milk?"

"Accept it. Accept this as fate. Move on. Move on with your new life, move on with your new role, and get back to the old you—because I have no intention of taking care of a broken thing."

His voice was soft.

But his words were as cold as death itself.

And yet… they brought light back into her eyes.

Because if there's one thing more primal than the pain of losing someone you love—

It's the fear of dying meaninglessly.

And if Noah saw her as a broken toy… then her fate was already sealed.

Because now—she was just a slave.

So, she gathered herself. Piece by piece. Pulled her shame together and swallowed her despair.

And bowed her head to Noah.

Noah watched her.

And smiled.

"Good. Looks like you're finally with us. What's your power level now?"

"Limited at SSS-rank in this world," Justicia answered quietly, meekly.

To see such a being, such a divine figure, answering like this?

It was… something else.

"I'll send you to a realm," Noah said casually. "Someone's been dying to meet you."

Justicia's eyes widened slightly. "…Elizabeth," she whispered.

Noah smirked.

"Indeed."

Snap—

Justicia vanished, teleported into his realm.

Noah exhaled softly.

Facing a being that strong—even weakened—was nerve-wracking.

All he wanted now was rest.

But he couldn't.

He had to finish this war properly. Had to prepare for what was coming.

Because from this point forward—

The factions would know.

They would be aware.

They would be watching.

They would all know of the Elysiari.

And so—

"I guess it's time to step onto higher ground," he said with a grin, before vanishing from the realm he had created for this final meeting.

…

The battle was over. And as for the winner?

It was obvious.

It wasn't the elves.

It wasn't the beasts.

It wasn't the Celestials.

It wasn't the dragons.

Not even the humans.

It was… the Vaelgrim Family.

A name now etched into the minds of every living soul who witnessed that battlefield.

A name no one would dare disrespect again.

Because they had seen it. With their own eyes.

They had seen the silver-haired women beat—and even humiliate—the strongest leaders of the known world.

Young girls did that.

They had seen them kill the invaders—the Celestials, the Dragons—beings most mortals had only heard of in myths.

And most of all—

They had seen the man behind all of it.

Noah Vaelgrim.

The husband of those women.

The man who enslaved a goddess.

The man who toyed with a chosen one.

The man who stood above fate and played with destiny itself.

They had seen it all.

And in that moment, they understood—

The Vaelgrim Family would be untouchable.

Because this world… now belonged to them.

And whoever dared to oppose them…

That very thought sent chills down the spines of even the most hardened warriors, as they imagined what those beautiful—but terrifying—women would do to their enemies.

But while the world began to slowly heal…

The High Elves, the Divine Beasts, the Dragons, the Celestials, and even the Demons—

They were all aware.

All of them.

They knew what happened that day.

And now—they had turned their gaze to Laeh.

Because somewhere on that tiny world…

There existed a group of people who could stand against them, against their little toys.

And that…

That demanded attention.

—End of Chapter 186—