Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 428

Capítulo 428: Chapter 428: Humiliation

Chapter 428 – Humiliation

The fight was earthshaking. The white-silverish expanse of the Buntu was painted by a multitude of colors, proofs of dreadful attacks.

Laeh, standing far away from the fight, was watching with a choking breath, sensing the sorry state of her sisters-in-law. She wanted to intervene and aid them, but the girls were adamant about her intrusion.

Her left leg couldn’t stop tapping the earth below erratically, lips shaking.

There was a gigantic emerald Tree that had sprouted from nowhere, standing tall in the expanse, its roots sinking deep into the folds of space, causing the Buntu itself to strain beyond measure.

Under the Tree stood Orien, his body as pristine as ever. But finer eyes could see the deep exhaustion glowing inside his green, leaf-like eyes.

His hands, wrapped behind his back, were shaking.

The Genesis Law was far too powerful a Law, being one of the main Laws of his progenitor. Added to that, the skill World Tree was even more abnormal.

Orien was far too weak to activate this skill for so long, as it was the main characteristic of Luelle. That forced him to seek deep into his reserves to fuel it just a little bit longer.

But he was at his limit. Soon, he would no longer be able to continue.

He frowned.

‘The rules are even more binding than I thought,’ Orien thought grimly, looking at the women in front of him, ‘and it’s a never-ending battle. These silver-haired women keep pouring in relentlessly. And they don’t give up.’

He clicked his tongue in irritation.

Besides Sari and Ester, there were now Lucie, Apollonia, and Yuki, who had managed to finish their task in advance and return.

But even with their added strength, they could not break Orien with the World Tree behind him. Their hearts were swelling with immense indignation. But even more than that, anger was starting to consume them whole.

They were the only ones still able to stand — albeit barely — the Shadow siblings and Klaus were completely useless now, their bodies green, poisoned by Orien himself.

“This cannot go on,” Apollonia grated, anger bubbling inside her voice. “He is only one, and we are many. How come we can’t win?”

She groaned next in pain.

Her left hand had been severed by Orien. Now a path of green flesh clung to her severed limb, making her face grow paler as poison spread through her blood.

She was managing to keep the poison at bay with her own Law, but that made her embarrassingly more vulnerable in this fight.

Sari sighed at Apollonia’s anger. Like Apollonia, wounds were coloring her whole body in a beautiful yet wrenching manner. Beads of sweat dripped continuously from her temples, her lips trembling from exhaustion.

She found even standing impossible, forcing her to kneel on the ground, head lowered as her chest rose and fell achingly.

They were not the only ones.

Ester, Lucie, and Yuki were the same.

The Origins they had brought with them couldn’t participate. They were either unable to fight because of their already wounded states, or completely unwilling to go against the power of a progenitor.

Their fear ran deep.

And the women did not have the luxury to threaten them at that time.

“Going against him mindlessly will do us no good,” Ester growled, black eyes deepening in shadow. “We need a plan.”

“This Tree heals him continuously, no matter the wounds. It also protects him from all sides, leaving no blind spots for us to exploit. Added to that, the roots can emerge anywhere, each one carrying a different attribute and poison.”

As Ester listed the abilities they had managed to discern from the Tree, every face turned sour.

It was one thing to heal flesh. But to heal wounds done to one’s very existence?

How was that even possible?

The only explanation was that Orien carried the Origin of Life with him. Otherwise, this should not have been achievable.

They began to speak, forming plans while fighting like berserkers, attacking and protecting one another in seamless rhythm. Their thoughts were shared efficiently through the rings Noah had given them, making coordination far easier.

Yet Orien remained unyielding as the Tree itself, deflecting their attacks with chilling accuracy.

Suddenly, the man paused, then snapped his head overhead. His eyebrows knitted together briefly, then his mouth split into an open grin.

He laughed.

“I almost doubted you, Grandmother!”

Instantly, all the girls halted in their dashing steps. They looked at Orien with confused eyes, before their bodies began to quiver.

No.

It was not their bodies…

The whole Buntu was quivering and cowering like a lost puppy in the face of a nefarious monster.

They began to feel Laeh’s fear transmitting into them, followed by her shriek of horror and trepidation.

“RUN! RUN!!!” Laeh bellowed with all the strength of her throat, the space of the Buntu visibly wavering like a sea caught in a bloody storm.

The women were still dazed by the sudden progression of the situation, but everything changed when a thunderous presence began to rip open the Buntu.

With hearts frozen in dread, the women raised their heads overhead, witnessing a growing tear in the fabric of their home.

The tear continued to widen until it was enough for one to enter.

Then a step emerged from it, followed by a voice.

The voice was calm and curious, yet heavy enough to crush the girls’ souls and make them instantly kneel in submission.

Their heads hung low, color draining from their faces.

“Doubting me?” the Progenitor of Elves whispered. “Orien, my dear, maybe you wish to be confined inside your room for the next thousand years?”

Steps continued to echo into the suddenly silent space.

The wives strained their entire existence to raise their heads. In the process, their eyes began to bleed, followed by their noses and ears.

Yet they continued, gritting their teeth until they felt as if they would turn into dust.

Finally, they managed to lift their heads just enough to see the impossibly beautiful Elf.

It was just one look.

One simple look. And their eyes burst from their sockets, painting the space around in a gory masterpiece.

“ARGHHHHHH!”

A gut-crunching, piercing wail erupted from their throats in unison, followed by their whole bodies slowly beginning to be corrupted by Luelle, the Progenitor of Elves, through her mere presence.

The woman herself did not look at them, instead watching around with faint curiosity. Her eyes fixed next on Laeh, sensing something formidable about her.

She allowed a small smile to grace her lips.

But that was not all.

She also sensed the same power of threads that had threatened her not long ago.

Her smile widened.

She slid her gaze back to Orien, observing the deep exhaustion on his face.

She was completely unbothered, yet her mere presence was causing the Buntu to crawl and unravel itself. Accompanied by the wails of the wives beneath her and Laeh’s violent trembling… the sweet sense of death began to seep into everything.

Not any death. But true death.

They would truly die, the wives realized with chilling clarity and absolute helplessness.

“Don’t use it again, Orien. Your soul is still weak,” Luelle finally said, flicking a finger and dispersing Orien’s Law.

She flicked her finger again, causing a burst of green light to wrap around Orien, healing him completely.

Then she lowered her head to finally acknowledge the women and others beneath her.

“Tell me, my baby, what are these…things?” she asked, referring to the women as she slowly descended to meet them.

The lower she descended, the more the souls of anyone still breathing were crushed toward oblivion.

“Ah, nothing too important, really. Just a bunch of worthless women acting important because of their shared man,” Orien replied, his voice dripping with disdain as the green light dispersed, revealing his renewed state.

“Shared man?” Luelle echoed with amusement.

“Noah Vaelgrim, the Third Abomination,” Orien answered, stepping beside her. “He also seems to be the progenitor of a new race. Elysiari, they call themselves, Grandmother.”

“Oh!” Luelle exclaimed, then laughed. “Then—!”

She abruptly halted, her expression shifting as she stared at the women. No, not the women, but the tear that suddenly appeared in front of them, followed by the emergence of a man.

Tall, silver-haired with streaks of purple, with slitted violet pupils.

Luelle smiled at him, feeling the power rolling from his presence in cascading wave.

“I assume you are Noah,” she said with eerie familiarity.

“I also assume you are the one who threatened me.”

Noah did not answer immediately. He turned his head just enough to see the state of his wives behind him.

His eyes showed nothing. Cold as ice. Calm and unmoving as still water.

The women were out of breath, their eyes unable to heal under Luelle’s presence, trembling like leaves caught in a violent whirlwind.

They tried to still their shaking bodies as they felt Noah’s presence. But they couldn’t.

They truly couldn’t.

And tremendous anger began to boil their very beings like molten lava. They were shaking, crying, and wailing pitifully in front of their husband.

At that instant, the women wished for death, for the humiliation was drowning their entire existence.

They lowered their heads even further, their bodies shrinking in on themselves as if wishing to disappear entirely.

Noah saw all of it. And still, not a single word escaped his lips.

He tore his gaze away from his wives and returned his attention to the observing Luelle.

He sensed his Buntu crying, unable to bear her mere presence. And more than that, he felt the immeasurable gulf between them.

It was insurmountable.

Yet…

And yet…

And GODDAMN IT, yet…

“You,” Noah whispered, pointing his index finger at Luelle, his voice quiet and unwavering,

“You are dead.”

—End of Chapter 428—