Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 434

Capítulo 434: Chapter 434: Heaven?

Chapter 434 – Heaven?

No one knew what happened. And that even to that strange man of emptiness.

The Records, this time, had done something outrageous. Something lethal not only for Noah, but also for them. It was something that, in any other situation, they shouldn’t have had the ability to do.

But Noah created a small breach with his impossible achievements. And behind that breach was the very beginning. The Ultimate Origin.

He had no idea. And he didn’t need to.

The Records only helped that breach to widen, making the transition to that other side sooner than it should have been.

{Will he succeed?} The Records wondered, hiding in a fold of reality none could perceive, except a few.

Now that they were alone, their voice lost its mechanic tone, and took that of a sweet young little girl.

That would be what one would think.

But the voice was layered. Sometimes it was young, sometimes old, other times sweet, then hoarse, then grating, then dry like bloody leaves.

It was like millions of beings were speaking at the same time. And it was like millions of beings were speaking to each other.

{Harmony, you favor him too much, okay?}

{He is worthy, Cloud. Between the three the Son of Emptiness had chosen, he is the best, right? See his achievements. Who has done this? None, right?}

{Is that really all, Harmony? Tell us not that you fancy this pitiful pawn, okay?}

{He is not a pawn.}

{But he indeed is. Sky, grace us with your insight, okay?}

{A pawn he is. A pawn he will not be if he ever succeeds.}

{What are the odds? Low. Very low, even. He will die, for he is not worthy to meet It, okay?}

{Useless talk. Cloud, a bet if you dare? Sky, participate with us, right? Where are the others, please?}

{Focusing on their jobs, not favoring a being with a bleak destiny, okay?}

{Bet? Bet of what, Harmony?}

{If little Brandon succeeds, give him your Seeds.}

Silence swallowed the discussion. A suffocating one.

{Sky, see? Harmony lost her wretched mind, okay?}

{Indeed. Our Seed? Harmony, that’s a fragment of our power.}

{Yes, a fragment. Nothing but something we can regain after some time, right?}

{Eons. Eons upon eons, okay? That’s the time. Not worth it. Not at all.}

{Cloud, you wish to devour me. Jealous mouth! If little Brandon loses, I give myself to you, right?}

{Sky, you care little about your duty. I helped you numerous times. Now help me, right?}

{Now, is it worthy? Right?}

Another silence. Then slowly,

{Deal, then, Harmony. Miss you, I won’t. Wretched you are! Okay?}

{Past favor? Fair. Very fair, Harmony. Deal.}

Harmony fell silent, then slowly…

{Deal.}

…

Noah appeared in a whole different place. His body was still soul-like, but he could instinctively feel that it was the perfect state his body should be in to enter this place.

He stepped foot onto the ground, feeling a crunching sound, and a soft, pleasing sensation bathing his soul.

He suppressed a moan, and watched around him.

Awe dripping from his eyes.

Noah had expected many kinds of places when The Records sent him there, but what he saw was nothing like the profane thoughts that crossed his mind.

For a moment, Noah believed that he was in Heaven, in some kind of way.

Everything around him, and as far as his eyes could perceive, was nothing but a field of green flowers, golden light steaming out from them.

These lights went all around, forming condensed pillars of light and some strange materials. They jolted upward, threateningly touching the sky.

Each one was riddled with an unknown language that made his head hurt.

Green and golden mist surrounded Noah. He was still able to see, but the deeper he looked, the more everything was veiled by this weird mist.

Overhead, the sky was pristine white, paraded by multicolored clouds shaped like a smiling mother. The sky was decorated by seven suns and three moons. Each one different in color, each one different in form.

At first glance, Noah felt a holy feeling radiating from the suns. He suppressed the instinctive urge to kneel in front of them.

But as his gaze settled on the three moons, something disgusting began to coil inside of him, gnawing his gut like a beast jawing at meat.

Noah winced and immediately snapped his head to the side, feeling an unreasonable sense of fear.

It was like seeing something he shouldn’t.

As if he had interrupted a childbirth, then forcefully injected his head inside the woman’s womb to observe the process.

Noah didn’t know why his thoughts drifted toward that direction…but that was the feeling he got.

‘Heaven?’ Noah scoffed, lips trembling in fear. ‘I think I need to reevaluate my thoughts.’

He shook his head, deciding to stop wasting time. The Progenitor of the Elysiari looked at where he stood, noticing a clear pathway to the depths of this strange place. One shrouded by mist.

He took a deep breath, knowing he had no choice but to stride forward, then took a step.

One step. Another. And soon, Noah was walking with his soul body inside this strange place.

He didn’t notice it, but the mist was slowly, but surely, injecting itself into his body, its effects unknown.

Noah didn’t know how much he walked, nor the time that passed, but eventually he was walking amidst thick mist, heavily clouding his gaze.

Nothing could be seen. And even his other senses were dulled, like a loudspeaker plunged into depthless water.

Yet, he walked.

Exhaustion began to creep in. Not one of the body, but one of the mind and soul.

There was something unnerving about walking toward a place you had no idea about. A place that could bring you doom or salvation.

And the more dreadful thing was that Noah was walking in complete blindness.

He felt weak and powerless at that instant. One could kill him as easily as a man stepping on an insect, and none would be the wiser.

That feeling sickened Noah to the core.

The past events he went through were humbling. Noah began to become aware of how narrow-minded he was, and how confident he had been for no reason.

But he only gritted his teeth and brushed his bare foot on the earth below.

He didn’t know where he was going, but if that meant he had the opportunity to take his fate into his own hands, then he would not falter.

It didn’t matter if doom and salvation were the two sides of the same coin, and that his luck recently had been in the bloodydamn negative.

He was ready to take the risk.

Noah halted in his tracks, gathered himself once more, and took a step forward.

Immediately, the mist that was clouding his senses burst outward, then disappeared along the slashing wind of the place he found himself in.

Noah staggered a couple of steps back in surprise, then steadied himself just in time before his ass kissed the red, flowery ground.

He frowned, the sound of breathing water whispering into his ears. Not only that, there was also a gaze on him. One that Noah couldn’t help but feel helpless before, as if he were a child facing his mother who knew everything about him.

His eyebrows knitted together even more. Then slowly, Noah raised his head, his eyes resting on a strange sight.

There, sitting on a patch of earth carpeted in green and red flowers, surrounded by water that seemed to hold all colors one could imagine — and not imagine at the same time — sat a woman.

Her hair was green mixed with red, extremely long, disappearing inside the water below. Her body was luminescent, illuminating the whole space in searing light, like a beacon of life.

Her skin was deep, immaculate black, with white swirling tattoos all over her body. Even her face. The woman was playing with the flowers around her, her smile motherly, her eyes closed peacefully.

Yet Noah felt watched.

Suddenly, Noah’s nonexistent heart skipped a dangerous beat. He kneeled on the ground with a loud thud as the woman’s eyes flickered open and spared him a glance.

Thud.

A sharp pain hammered against his mind. Without even knowing, Noah folded upon himself like a child facing a monster, seeking to hide from who knows where.

The woman’s eyes were odd. Her left eye was pure white, with a pupil shaped like an open-topped circular form.

Meanwhile, her right eye was pure black, with a pupil shaped like a closed-topped circular form, opening from below.

Life and death. Beginning and End.

These aspects flowed inside her eyes as if she was their very source. Their very Origin.

The woman smiled faintly at the kneeling Noah, then made a beckoning gesture toward him.

Noah rose to his feet like a puppet, and flew toward the woman with blistering speed.

In an instant, he was standing just in front of her, her boundless aura giving him the instinctive urge to kneel before her.

Noah gritted his soul-like teeth.

The woman’s smile deepened.

“The Son of Emptiness’s scent is so thick on you, my child.” Her voice was heavenly, yet demonic.

Noah felt both the urge to kiss her feet and to flee from her. It was odd. It was paradoxical.

The woman gave him a small tap on his shoulder, then Noah was sitting cross-legged in front of her.

Between them, a small wooden table with a box atop it appeared.

“Come, little Brandon, my child,” the woman tittered. “Let’s play a game.”

—End of Chapter 434—