Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System

After their little banter, and after feeling just a bit lighter inside, the girls refocused.

They still weren't done.

After sharing everything about her siblings, Shadeva continued—this time about the other powerful shadows that lived in the Shadow Realm, outside of her siblings.

Because it wasn't only her siblings that made the realm dangerous—it was the ones beneath them. The ones at Mythic Rank, at World Dominator Rank, and those nearing the brink of ascension.

The ones whose names may never be known outside, but whose presence made the entire Shadow Realm feel unbearably heavy in the eyes of the universe.

And most importantly… there were many of them.

Countless.

So after learning all that, the Vaelgrims were more than convinced.

This realm wasn't just dangerous.

It was insane.

And if they weren't careful—just one mistake—they might not walk away this time. Not alive, and not even with their bodies intact.

"I suggest we stay still," Selene said softly, her calm voice like water—but with something sharp beneath it. "We wait and grow stronger before making contact with anyone."

That was what she thought.

But it was also her way of protecting Noah.

Because, after all, he was injured.

And as much as she didn't show it that much, Selene was angry—furious, in fact. At the elves. At herself. At her weakness.

She hated being protected by her own son. Even with an SSS Rank… she felt small.

And that shame…she swallowed it.

Noah understood her feelings too.

But he didn't push.

He let her carry that burden quietly, because he didn't want them to rely on him for everything. He had helped them grow, yes—but now, he wanted them to move forward on their own.

As long as they informed him of any life threatening situation threatening them or their family, he didn't mind stepping in. No he would love that.

But he wants them more…independent let's say.

That's why he simply smiled and nodded.

"Well… that's something we can do. As long as we're in this realm, we're safe—normally. So yes. Let's grow stronger here."

He turned his gaze to the others.

"What about you all? Thoughts?"

"I agree," Elira said seriously. "We're still too weak. Even I, as a Supreme Rank, feel nervous in this place. It's dangerous—extremely so. And there's a reason no one's tried to invade or conquer this realm. Everyone just… leaves it alone."

She turned to Justicia.

"Normally, we'd have a Mythic-rank backing us. But…"

She didn't finish.

She didn't need to.

Justicia heard it loud and clear.

Because even though she was a Mythic Rank in name—without a world under her influence, it meant little. Her abilities as a Mythic couldn't activate fully without that connection.

And so, the decision became clear:

They had to stay. Train. Prepare.

Even Anya—the one who usually just wanted to burn, break, and destroy—nodded in agreement.

"You all seem to agree," Noah said, his gaze settling on Lilith, who had been quietly smiling since the beginning.

He tilted his head.

"What about you, Lilith? What do you think?"

Her smile widened.

"I think it's absolutely perfect," she said, her voice sultry. "It gives us time to bond. After all…"

She licked her lips slowly, her eyes gleaming with lust.

"…it's been a while, Master. And my body craves it."

She grinned.

"Don't forget—my daughter and I get stronger the more you fuck us. Every damn time."

No filter.

There was none needed, she was with family after all.

And matter of fact—none of the girls minded. Quite the opposite. They liked it. They felt the same.

Christelle trembled with suppressed lust.

Zara's legs twitched just from remembering her sex session with Noah.

Elira's tight ass clenched instinctively.

Selene's regal gaze softened with a hazy hunger.

Alice and Aphasia? They were already drooling in raw desire.

The memory of being filled to the brim… of Noah's cock stretching them wide and reaching their wombs?

It was maddening. Addictive.

Alice, in particular, had developed an obsession with sucking Noah's dick. It was her little slice of heaven. She could do it all day and still never get enough.

And watching them now—these regal, powerful women turning into wanton, lust-drunk sluts?

Justicia stared in disbelief.

'Is he really that good…?' she wondered, genuinely puzzled.

And disturbingly curious.

Shadeva felt the same.

Even Noah's maids, those in the Lotus Garden, were aware of everything happening… and they were just as thirsty. Leona and Nephis, in particular, were dying to be fucked by Noah.

Noah smiled at all of it.

His women really were the most entertaining things to exist.

He could watch them all day and never be bored.

But then—

"I agree with your assessment," he said, serious again. "But I think we should still send some people outside. People who can blend in. Who can move through this realm and gather information."

Everyone instantly knew who he meant.

"Shadeva. Ester. Eric," he said. "These three can integrate into the realm and learn what's out there. Lay the groundwork for the rest of us."

Then, he turned to one particular presence.

His mother-in-law.

Sari.

"And you as well… Mother-in-law," he added with a smirk.

A voice echoed gently across the room.

"By your will, young master."

He smiled at her tone.

She was the only one who still called him that.

Even Luminara had stopped. Now it was just "brat."

He shook his head, then turned back to Shadeva.

"I imagine it might be hard for you. Your face may already be known here and—"

Before he even finished his sentence, Shadeva shifted.

Her form melted away, replaced by an entirely new face and figure.

Noah blinked.

"…Right. Formless. I forgot."

He coughed lightly, then clapped his hands once.

"So… do you all agree with this plan?"

"Yes. It's a smart move," Selene said, nodding.

"That's actually great," Elira added. "Way more efficient than staying blind."

Ester and Shadeva accepted their tasks.

That just left Eric—but Noah knew him. Knew how obsessed he was with becoming one with the shadows. He wouldn't pass this up.

Everything was set.

Until—

"I guess I won't have my threesome partner this time," Neko pouted, looking at Ester with puppy eyes. "That's… kinda sad."

"I'll still come into the realm regularly," Ester said, giving her a thumbs-up. "Don't worry, Neko. We'll get fucked together—just like always."

The room fell silent.

Blank stares.

And then—

"…And I'm the degenerate?" Dominique muttered in disdain. "Bullshit."

And this time…

No one argued.

—End of Chapter 200—

A/N:

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