Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 430

Capítulo 430: Chapter 430: Dead. All of them.

Chapter 430 – Dead. All of them.

Silence veiled the whole universe in a choking embrace.

All over every corner, from the lowest mortals to the Progenitors, all of them heard the daring, madness-filled words of Noah.

Their reactions were diverse. But mainly, all wondered how one could discard what made him who he was.

Noah’s gambit seemed simple on the surface. It was not. Every achievement and every title transformed one’s own existence, reshaping it into an entirely new state.

Discarding them meant discarding yourself. It meant killing your own identity, and doing so in a way you would never recover from.

Noah knew. Oh, he knew it so bloody well.

He was painfully aware that after those one minute, he would never be the same Noah Vaelgrim he was.

He would be different.

He would be someone else.

Someone he himself would no longer recognize.

Someone his wives would no longer recognize.

That thought birthed a beast of fear inside his heart, but Noah slaughtered it immediately.

He could not afford to let his thoughts wander. There was only one thing that mattered at that instant.

Only one.

And that was to kill a Progenitor.

‘I must.’ Noah hissed a cold thought, eyes utterly unfeeling.

The world around him paused, time stopping in complete stillness, allowing him to process his next actions.

He had no choice but to take this risk. He could not beat Luelle, nor could he flee from her with his wives broken behind him.

Noah had never planned to attack Luelle this early. It was far too soon, he knew.

The only thing he wanted was to take hold of Orien and use him as a weapon against Luelle.

He failed.

Orien was more than he thought, and with him under the protection of a Progenitor, Noah was unable to see through him.

So he trusted the information Klaus gave him.

He regretted it dearly.

Now here he stood, back pressed against a thick wall, facing a terrifying monster waiting to engulf him and his family whole.

Noah was not one to fear. But at that moment, he did.

Yet nothing showed on his face.

He was stone.

He could hear the shrieks of his wives, the wailing of his children, and the cries of his sister. But Noah severed his senses from them.

He could not bear such sounds, for he feared the wavering of his World-Heart.

Noah sighed wistfully, feeling the deep gaze of the Records upon him. His lips curled into a stained smile.

‘Will you forsake me, if I sacrifice everything?’ he asked.

{We won’t.} The Records’ answer came instantly.

Noah smiled, then froze as the next words followed.

{You will die.}

‘Before killing her, or after killing her?’ he asked calmly.

{Unclear. But you will die, no matter what.}

{You still have one life left from us. You will—!}

“My wives.” Noah interrupted the Records, feeling the power of his sacrifice seep into every fiber of his being.

It was overwhelming. It was transcendent.

“Take that life, and save my wives,” Noah ordered the Records. “One life of mine should be enough for all of them.”

The Records fell silent.

Then…

{And you, Noah Vaelgrim?}

Noah bared his teeth. “I will manage.”

At that moment, power bathed his entire body, and the one-minute countdown began.

Luelle watched Noah with wide eyes, her green pupils trembling uncontrollably at the impossible power rolling out of him.

At that instant, she could no longer see him as a man.

She only saw white light shrouding his entire form, light so heavy it liquefied and dripped into the space around.

The Buntu shuddered.

Luelle opened her mouth…

…and received an earthshaking punch to the face.

White, searing pain exploded inside her skull.

Her head snapped back viciously, her nose caved in, white teeth raining through the air as blood sprayed in cascading arcs.

“Let’s begin,” Noah growled.

And the whole universe trembled.

Luelle was sent flying, cannon-like, her body reduced to a green blur invisible to all. Behind her, a tear ripped open, ejecting her from the Buntu.

Noah followed immediately.

Orien stood frozen, his body trembling, his soul locked in place by the unfair power radiating from Noah. His legs wobbled, threatening to collapse.

The wives were no better.

They stood motionless, staring blankly at the space where Noah had stood.

That state did not last long.

Through their bonds, they felt Noah’s life being drained at a terrifying rate.

Madness flooded their minds.

Not only madness, Wrath.

Crimson wrath so pure, so incandescent, that wives across every corner of the universe began to cry blood.

They did not hesitate. Noah had said it. They had begun this conquest, and they would finish it, even if they had to sacrifice everything.

And sacrifice they did.

In one horrifying synchronicity…

“I am the Sword of the Blasphemer, and I sacrifice everything of my existence for one minute.”

“I am the Throne of Light, and I…”

“I am the Unseen Queen, and I…”

“I am the Queen of Vanity, and I…”

“I am the Mother of the World, and I…”

“I am the…”

“I am…”

“I…”

All of the women sacrificed everything they were.

And then…

{Granted, O Seekers.}

The Records agreed.

And all hell broke loose.

For one single minute, the universe would live its worst nightmare since the dawn of its creation.

The Elysiari had gone berserk. They saw nothing but red. Nothing but oblivion. Nothing but death.

And they were ready to drag their enemies with them.

And then…

“Oh fucking hell!!!!” Orien screamed in terror…

…only for his head to be severed by a single flash of Yuki’s sword.

Blood splattered across the white-silver expanse.

His head rolled.

The massacre began.

…

Outside of the universe, Noah and Luelle were locked in the midst of a harrowing battle. They looked like two streaks of light tearing through existence itself.

Everywhere they passed was reduced to nothing but apocalypse, the universe shaking violently at each of their clashes.

Luelle was struggling, unable to fully grasp the current situation. Everything had happened far too fast, leaving her reeling. Especially with Noah’s earlier strike still reverberating inside her skull.

She was still bleeding. And she could barely heal.

She summoned the power of the World Tree, invoked the weight of her entire race with every attack she unleashed, yet Noah saw all of them before they even manifested.

It was impossible to touch him.

In his current state, Noah’s Providence had reached the level of a Pillar. With it, he could see every thread of the universe with eerie ease.

But he didn’t have much time.

He began calling upon his past selves from mere seconds ago, stacking them upon himself continuously, until a single strike erupted and burst Luelle’s body into a rain of blood.

She wailed.

Noah did not stop.

He injected fate threads into her, manipulating her past and future with chilling precision.

He forcefully seized thousands of Luelle’s futures, and killed them. Her existence weakened.

At that point, her heart hammered wildly inside her shattered chest, fear finally sprouting like a malignant seed.

Noah’s eyes were too cold.

He was stone.

Yet this was only the beginning.

Only fifteen seconds had passed.

They tore through the universe, annihilating worlds and galaxies alike. The universe itself began to wail in agony, bleeding from the wounds carved by their battle.

The Progenitors stirred, ready to act. But The Records stopped them.

This was Noah’s fight. No. This was the Elysiari’s fight.

Noah felt his own life slipping away.

Thirty seconds left.

He pressed harder, attempting to kill Luelle before she could heal once more. Along their path, they passed a peculiar world, one that endlessly changed and expanded.

Noah flicked his finger. The world was erased in a single burst of power.

A bellow of fury erupted from the void left behind, followed by the emergence of a woman.

Noah didn’t care.

He seized the Mother of Change and forcibly dragged her into the battle.

The fight twisted from two into a chaotic clash of three.

They continued.

The Mother of Change’s power was harrowing, but facing two enraged beings at Progenitor level…it was interesting at best.

Next, they crossed the northern reaches and encountered the King in the North. His eyes widened in shock at their arrival, yet he had no choice but to defend himself…and thus to fight.

The battle became four beings trying to slaughter one another.

It was calamitous.

Five seconds remained.

That was more than enough.

All of them were bleeding. Half their bodies were destroyed. Their souls were wounded. Their very existences were drained.

None of them could heal anymore, each poisoned from within by the others’ power.

The King cursed, “Are you fucking mad?!”

Luelle breathed heavily, her skull cracked open, her brain exposed beneath splintered bone. She stared at Noah with something between hatred and terror.

What was this madman?

The Mother of Change knelt, blood pouring from her eyes as she glared at Noah with pure malice.

“I will kill you!” she snarled like a rabid beast.

Noah smiled coldly, fate threads already buried deep inside all of them from the battle.

Two seconds left.

Noah summoned every fragment of power he had stacked since the first second began.

There were fifty-eight Noahs, each carrying the power granted by the Records through his sacrifice.

The others’ eyes widened in horror.

“NOOOO!!” they screamed.

Noah smiled.

His eyes were colder than his grin.

“Of course, yes, you fucking bastards,” he said calmly. “All of you are coming with me.”

He detonated all fifty-eight Noahs, shielding his soul at the final instant.

The others howled in terror, protecting their souls just as the explosion swallowed them.

A blazing white detonation engulfed everything, then expanded outward with cataclysmic force.

Half of the universe was erased.

The universe whimpered.

At that same moment, across countless battlefields, the wives slew their enemies and dragged them into death with them, their souls preserved by the Records as their lives faded.

All of them died.

And the Spirit World welcomed new arrivals.

There, a woman shrouded in thick fogs slowly lifted her head.

She smiled.

‘Finally.’

—End of Chapter 430—