Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System

Noah found himself back in his room.

He had already sent Dany to Leona—problem solved. But Orien…

Noah clicked his tongue.

"I'm feeling something bad is about to happen really soon."

And that wasn't paranoia—it was instinct.

Because let's not forget, Noah also had Fate and Destiny affinities. Both of them already at Transformation Rank. Add that to his natural instinct as a Progenitor?

Yeah. Noah's instincts were off the damn charts.

So when that pressure of incoming danger tightened around his soul, he didn't waste any more time. He had to gather his women. He had to prepare. They all had to know what was out there waiting in the vast universe.

But even with that urgency, Noah still grumbled to himself.

"I wanted a damn orgy so bad, for gods' sake…"

But oh well.

Life ain't fair.

There are people out there who'd give up everything just to have the chance of that. Right?

You know I'm telling the truth.

…

Later—

Inside the meeting room of the White Castle nestled within the Elysiari Realm, Noah sat at the head of the table, hands calmly curled under his chin, eyes glancing across the faces of his gathered women.

This time, there were new faces too. Justicia, Morgan, Katy, Sonomi, Nephis, Christelle, and Leona—each seated or standing in their place. But a certain detail stood out immediately…

Morgan, Nephis, Katy, Sonomi, and Leona now wore maid uniforms.

Yes.

It happened.

The Maid Squad was formed.

And leading this beautiful, chaotic army of service was none other than Leona herself—volunteering like a good girl.

And Noah was beyond happy. Deeply, shamelessly satisfied.

How could he not be? Ever since he read that damn novel about a guy building his own elite maid unit, he couldn't help but want the same. Call it juvenile. Call it degenerate. Call it a goddamn fantasy.

But let's be honest…

What man wouldn't want to be served by a squad of stunning women, dressed in black lace and loyalty?

Exactly. You know I'm right.

And the best part was that his women accepted it.

They agreed.

Truly, who in this universe was more blessed than Noah?

Nephis wasn't even supposed to be a maid—but she forced Aphasia to give her a spot.

Why?

'As his maid, I get to be with him everywhere, right?' she thought gleefully, unable to contain her inner fangirl.

And it wasn't just her. Even Leona was barely holding back a grin.

As for the others, well… let's just say they weren't too thrilled about it.

But did they have a choice?

Hell no.

So they swallowed their pride, put on the uniform, and played the role.

As for Christelle and Justicia—they were still slaves. But Noah didn't discriminate. He let them join the meeting, especially since he needed both. Justicia for her knowledge, and Christelle… because, well…

She'd proven her loyalty by letting him kill her own…all without her live wavering.

Yeah.

That level of devotion.

Think about it for a second.

That's actually insane.

But when it comes to Christelle—her obsession, her attachment, her need for Noah—it had already started to surpass even Elizabeth and Selene.

And that… was terrifying.

Terrifying enough that even the other girls had started accepting her. Because they weren't complicated beings.

They didn't care who you were.

What you'd done.

All that mattered was one thing:

How far would you go for Noah?

Christelle answered that question loud and clear.

And that's exactly why she was now ahead of Emily.

Emily was good at relationships, sure. She was warm and sweet and loving. But she hadn't done anything yet that proved she belonged among Noah's inner circle.

Was this whole dynamic toxic?

Absolutely.

And we absolutely love it.

…

"I've gathered you all here for something important," Noah began, voice calm, eyes focused.

His women listened. Their faces weren't solemn, but focused. Concentrated. They knew this wasn't a lecture or a debate—this was knowledge they needed.

Noah smiled.

"You all know now that the world of Laeh belongs to us. To the Vaelgrim Family. But what you may not fully grasp… is that this world isn't even close to being the only one."

"There are countless worlds out there. And as Laeh told me, there are also levels to these worlds. Different types. Different hierarchies. And ours? It's just a middle-ranked world."

"Not bad. But in the grand scheme of things…"

He paused, then leaned in.

"This world is negligible."

"And we don't mind that. Because to build an empire, you must first start low. But before we can evolve this world and push it further…"

"We need to know what powers we're dealing with."

He turned toward two women in particular.

"Justicia. Elira. Speak."

Everyone fell silent.

Because this wasn't just a casual meeting anymore.

This was about everything to come.

Justicia stepped forward. Elira remained seated, letting the divine take the floor.

After all… Elira was at the Supreme Rank. But Justicia?

She was Mythic.

"I'll begin with the power system," Justicia said, taking a deep breath.

She might be a divine, but standing under the gazes of these ridiculous women and this abomination of a man?

Yeah. It was nerve-wracking.

They were ridiculous. And Noah?

An absolute abomination.

"You all know the power system up to SSS rank. That's the point where you obtain your Domain, linked to your concept. That's where most stop. But beyond that?"

She looked around.

"Beyond that… you step into divinity. And the first step to immortality."

"The next stage is the Supreme Rank. And for some, it's as easy as breathing."

She glanced at Noah.

"For others? It's flat-out impossible."

"Because to become a Supreme, the Akashic Records must recognize you. They must grant you an Authority."

Selene narrowed her eyes.

"Authority?"

Justicia nodded.

"Yes. Authority. There are an unimaginable number of authorities even within the same affinity."

"Take ice, for example. I've met someone with the Authority of Eternal Preservation. Another with the Authority of Fractured Reflection."

"No two Authorities are ever the same. They're yours. Yours alone. They're not just power—they're command. They let you become the concept itself."

"And besides that, in the Supreme Rank, your Domain becomes something else—a True Domain. No longer limited by time or space. It becomes your realm. And you can deploy it whenever… wherever."

She let the silence breathe.

Because yeah, it sounded complicated. But it really wasn't.

The Supreme rank is just,

Get recognized by the Records.

Receive your Authority.

Awaken your True Domain.

Simple.

And then…

"The Mythic Rank," Justicia said, her voice low and solemn.

"To step into it, you must change your race. You must become one of the ruling races of the universe—Celestials, Demons, Dragons, Divine Beasts, and so on."

"And then, with your transformed and divine core, you infiltrate a world. You influence it. You mold it. You build faith around yourself. And when you succeed—"

"You ascend and become a to the next rank World Dominator rank."

"In a sense, the mythic rank is just a transition realm."

She paused.

"And that's where I stand, at the mythic."

The room went dead quiet.

All eyes turned toward Noah.

Because if this was true, that means they had to change their Elysiari race to continue?

That wasn't happening. Not in this lifetime.

Every single one of them thought the same thing:

'No way in hell.'

They turned to Noah—begging with their eyes for another path.

And Noah?

'System, my dear, loyal, beautiful system—please. There has to be a way to bypass this bullshit like always. Come on.'

And the system, loyal as ever, answered.

[You already know, Host. You simply need to create your own faction. For that, you need a world. Not just a realm—but a real world with its own World Will. A world tied to your very core, to your very bloodline, to your very origin.]

Noah blinked.

And his mind immediately went to one thing or rather one being.

That fat little chubby World Will who kept calling him his lucky star.

Noah grinned sharply.

And somewhere far away, Laeh—playing a relaxing game of world-building—suddenly shivered.

He didn't know why.

But something told him… things were about to get very troublesome.

—End of Chapter 191—