Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System

Noah smiled.

No—he didn't just smile.

He grinned. So devilishly that even his women shuddered a little.

"My dear, what kind of horrible things are you thinking about to give us such a grin?" Alice asked, her green eyes fixed on him with a curious, slightly wary gaze.

Not just her.

They were all curious.

But at the same time, they were relieved—because if Noah was grinning like that, like the devil himself just gave him a crown, then it meant only one thing:

He found a way.

A way for them to stay who they were.

A way to avoid sacrificing their Elysiari race.

And really, that's what mattered most.

Noah just shook his head at Alice's question.

"Don't worry about it."

Then, turning toward Justicia—

"So that's the Mythic Rank, huh? You need to change your race into one of those divine types, and then choose a world to influence?"

Justicia nodded.

"Basically, yes. The more influence you gain over the world—whether it's good or bad doesn't matter—the more authority you'll have over it. And once that authority reaches a certain point, you can force your existence into the world itself. When that happens…"

"You step into the World Dominator Rank."

Her voice dimmed at the end. There was regret there. Resignation.

Because that was the rank she had been chasing for millions of years. And she was still stuck.

Because if you think conquering a world is easy, then you're the dumbest motherfucker alive.

Just look at little Laeh.

He managed to resist both Echidna and Justicia.

Why?

Because worlds are stubborn. They hate outside influence. And the only beings who can truly threaten a world are those born within it.

That's why champions exist.

They weren't born because outsiders were merciful.

No.

It's just that the outsiders didn't have much choice. Because they want control, not destruction. Otherwise, wiping out Laeh would've been easy.

But of course—like always—there are exceptions.

And our boy?

He lives to be one of those exceptions.

Noah's grin deepened.

And it wasn't just him—his women, even Leona and Christelle, smiled.

Because they knew.

"We have a world at our disposal, don't we?" Neko said with a smirk so infuriating that Justicia had to physically restrain herself from slapping it off her face.

She would've. She wanted to.

But doing that?

Yeah. It would be her death.

So she swallowed her pride, her rage, and forced a smile.

A very strained, very plastic smile.

"Yes," Justicia said stiffly. "You hold the advantage. You own the world. Which means that for you… the Mythic Rank and the World Dominator Rank will be easier to reach."

And right at that moment—

Noah and Elizabeth both felt it.

Something was off.

Very off.

It was like Justicia had said something she shouldn't have. Like her words tipped the scales and called something down.

They looked at each other. Sighed.

Perfect sync.

"You fucking jinxed us," Elizabeth snapped.

Her fate power screamed at her. Something was coming. And that feeling? It grew stronger the moment Justicia opened her mouth.

Without another word, Noah stood up.

And when he did, every single one of his women straightened. Because this wasn't Noah being casual or cocky. This was serious.

It was the first time they'd seen that expression on his face.

"Something's coming. What exactly? I don't know. But it's enough to make me—Noah Vaelgrim—feel a sense of danger. So stay here. In this realm. Inside me."

Because as long as he was alive, this realm stayed intact.

And as long as the realm was intact—

His women were safe.

"I'm going to meet Laeh."

But just before he disappeared, Leona's voice rang out behind him, laced with urgency and something deeper—need.

"Master… what about us? How will we go with you?"

Because that was it.

That was the whole point of them becoming maids.

They wanted to be with him everywhere, anytime.

But how?

Noah's mind turned.

He thought of his shadow—but Ester and Shadeva were already there.

He thought of the realm inside his soul—but that didn't feel like their place.

So… he thought deeper.

He had space power. Creation power.

And above all—he had Visionary.

If he believed in it enough, he could create it.

As long as the thing wasn't impossible, he could bend it into reality.

And what he wanted now?

It was definitely within his reach.

He looked at his maids and smiled.

"You're not worthy of what I'm about to do—yet—except for Leona. So I hope you won't disappoint me."

"As my maids—the ones who'll follow me everywhere, just like my shadow—you're already special to me. So…"

He raised his hand.

Colorless space mana and rainbow-tinged creation mana began to swirl around it, glowing with both beauty and madness.

Justicia's eyes widened.

'Creation affinity? How?!'

Noah layered a time spell around the meeting room, slowing it drastically to give himself the time he needed.

Then he activated his Visionary ability.

He envisioned a space.

Not inside his body.

Not physically.

But a space that existed between his heartbeats.

Between his breaths.

A dimension that was accessible only by his will and emotions.

He called it The Lotus Garden.

A beautiful, pristine place.

White sky, white ground, white trees. White everything.

But it wasn't sterile. It was alive. Breathing. Pure.

Yet… emotional.

He looked at his maids.

"You are my maids.

You are my… little flowers."

He paused.

"Be worthy of that."

Then, all at once—tattoos bloomed.

Lotus flowers—each different—appeared on the collarbones of every maid,

Leona, a black lotus with white flames and black miasma swirling around it.

Katy, a green lotus wrapped in a fog of poison.

Nephis, a silver lotus glimmering with stars.

Morgan, a blood-red lotus, dripping like it was formed from living blood.

Sonomi, a peaceful green lotus, interwoven with wooden branches.

The tattoos pulsed. Glowed.

And then—

Each of them transformed into their respective lotus, drifting into Noah's chest and vanishing.

Into their rightful place.

Their Garden.

Inside, the dimension shifted.

Zones formed.

Attributes unfolded.

The space started to reflect each lotus—each soul—perfectly.

Leona and the others looked around and couldn't help but gasp.

"This… this is our place now?" Nephis whispered.

They all felt it.

Peace. Connection. And Noah's presence.

As if, with just a breath from Noah…

They could return.

And for Morgan, Sonomi, and Katy?

They were awed by all this and, each of them were starting to actually feel like accepting their new position.

And that… that was the first step.

Meanwhile, a lotus tattoo appeared on Noah's chest, just above his heart.

It was white pristine. Perfect.

When everything was done, he looked at his wives.

"Jealous?" he asked with a smug grin.

They all smirked right back.

"They're not our equal," they answered in unison.

Because they knew.

Their positions were unshakable.

And the maids? They were given those roles—by them.

So why would they feel jealous?

Noah smirked proudly at his maturing wives, then vanished into the shadows.

He still had urgent business with Laeh.

But not before Ester slipped silently into his shadow—joining Shadeva, exactly where she belonged.

—End of Chapter 192—