Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System

Noah lay sprawled on his massive bed—pure white, like everything in this room—and stared quietly at the ceiling above him.

He had just finished his ascension to SSS Rank, and to say there was a difference between SS and SSS would be… an understatement.

The difference was massive.

Right now, Noah felt like he could've handled all the champions from before in under ten seconds—with just his Domain.

Yes… his Domain was truly unfair.

Well, like most things about Noah, really.

Domain: The Genesis.

A simple name. A loaded meaning, as it also means,

The Beginning.

And it fit. Perfectly.

His Domain was tricky to understand unless you experienced it. It wasn't just a passive field or a manifestation of his will.

No—it was a living law.

Inside his Domain, anything he believed became. Anything he didn't wish to exist will not exist inside it. Anything he named, would gain the attributes of that name.

And more than anything—

The Domain affected reality itself.

It was that powerful.

The more Noah thought about it, the more satisfied he felt.

He smiled faintly. "The Genesis, huh? That's a pretty cool name," he muttered, pleased, sitting up slowly in the middle of his gigantic bed.

But he had no time to bask in his breakthrough.

He had promised something.

He had told them—his people—that he would create Talents. Unique ones. Preferably something that could save them when shit went bad.

And now it was time to deliver.

He tilted his head and began to think—his mind racing with designs, concepts, formulas, and fragments of imagined abilities.

Eventually, one stood out.

Something simple, but vital.

"Beings don't truly die unless their soul is destroyed. If I can protect their souls… even if they lose everything else, they'll survive."

He'd anchor their souls to himself.

So even if they died, he could pull them back—revive them fast.

It was risky, of course. Their connection to him could be used to trace their location. But he wasn't about to let his subordinates die because he wanted to play it safe.

He exhaled slowly.

"Then it's decided. The Talent will be called… Soul's Preservation."

He took a moment to ground himself. The creation of a Talent wasn't just about skill. It required intent, focus, mental clarity. And with the Record Affinity burning inside him now, it would be easier—stronger.

And the stronger his affinity grew…

The more terrifying things he would eventually be able to create.

He wondered when will he able to elevate it.

He smiled again.

Then got to work.

…

Time passed in a blur.

Five days inside the realm vanished like smoke.

And now, inside the White Castle's meeting room, Noah sat calmly on his pristine throne—draped in a magnificent white robe, golden thread weaving across its surface like lightning. On his chest was the crest of their family: a sky filled with white stars, each one unique in its shade.

Before him stood four figures—Eric, Shadeva, Sari, and Ester.

The infiltration team.

Their Talents had already been awakened.

And the mission was set.

"You're ready," Noah said, his voice composed, measured. "You have everything you need to infiltrate the Shadow Realm. And when the time comes—when we move against Shadeva's siblings—you'll be the ones who've laid the groundwork."

He paused.

Then looked at each of them—his runic white eyes calm but sharp.

"I don't need to tell you to be careful. You're not children. But still…"

His voice dropped slightly, softer.

"Don't die on me."

Ester and Eric smiled.

Shadeva gave a small nod.

Sari, ever the enigma—the Forgotten One—simply nodded, her expression unreadable as always.

Without another word, the four vanished—teleported directly to the Shadow Realm, where their mission would begin.

Noah remained where he was, head resting against his right palm, legs crossed, eyes half-lidded.

His expression had shifted again… back to something pensive.

'What are you thinking, Master?' Leona asked from within his mind.

Noah smiled faintly.

"About Luminara, Christelle… and Emily."

"They've been with me a long time. Especially Luminara. So I was wondering—should I start transforming them into Elysiar… or wait a bit longer to see more of their resolve?"

He explained it calmly—not just to Leona, but to all the others. After all, they could all hear him.

'Even Christelle? Is she worthy?' Nephis asked, genuinely confused. To her, Christelle's body had been used again and again. She had assumed such a woman would be unworthy of their Master.

"In fact," Noah said with a quiet smirk, "she has the highest chance of being transformed."

"And Nephis—don't judge people by their past. People can change. And Christelle is changing. You just don't see it, because you hardly speak to her."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"You all saw what she did when I killed her son."

"She didn't blink."

Noah's smile deepened—twisted, sharp.

"That's what I want. From my women. From everyone close to me."

Pure, unwavering dedication.

—

Inside the Lotus Garden, all the maids were sitting in unique, personalized lotuses. A still beauty surrounded them.

Nephis and Leona smiled as they heard Noah's words.

And then, in perfect harmony, they both spoke:

"We are devoted to you, Master."

Their voices were full of sincerity. And Noah could feel it.

He nodded, pleased.

But others…

Morgan. Katy. Sonomi.

They stayed quiet.

Their expressions were a little awkward.

They could feel Nephis and Leona's eyes on them—but they didn't flinch.

It wasn't that they weren't loyal.

They were, in a sense.

But only because of Noah's power. Because he could help them.

Not because they had given their hearts, their souls, their will to him.

Not yet.

Because dedication is something else entirely.

It's when you serve without expecting reward.

When you give everything—just to satisfy him.

And they weren't at that level.

Nephis and Leona knew it.

And Noah knew too.

But he didn't mind.

Not yet.

'Everything will fall into place with time.' Noah thought silently. 'And if they don't change…'

He smiled.

'Well, taking back what I gave is easy.'

He closed his eyes.

The infiltration team was gone.

Now, all that remained was to integrate Laeh's core fully into his realm and…

Noah's smirk turned downright wicked.

'Time to fuck my dear women.'

After all, it was a way to be stronger too.

—End of Chapter 202—