Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 436

Capítulo 436: Chapter 436: A fair game

Chapter 436 – A fair game

Noah registered the whispered word inside his mind, yet his face didn’t change in the slightest. He was like a carved statue made from gory stone.

Unmoving and unyielding.

But one would be surprised to see the turmoil inside his mind.

Gaia watched him with laughing eyes, her black skin shining so brightly it hurt Noah’s eyes.

He suppressed a curse.

“Do you want to start first?” She asked. Beside her, on her right side, a small cradle appeared. It was colored rusted red, its shell twisting and moving as if snakes were moving inside.

Instinctively, Noah wanted to see what was inside. But his instincts went off the rails, screaming at him so loudly that he froze at the last minute. He shivered.

Mechanically, he pivoted his eyeballs, resting them back on Gaia. He found her looking at him with a cruel yet gentle smirk on her black, strained lips.

“I will start.” Noah said, coughing, acting like nothing happened.

“Go ahead, then, my child.”

He inwardly winced at how she addressed him. He shook his head, focusing on the current game.

Noah already knew his whispered word. And so now, he needed to give an indice, indicative yet in a way that would aid him and not doom him.

Easier said than done.

The strange woman said that it was a fair game. But Noah somehow doubted it. Even if her power was lowered to match his own, she was logically in a more advantageous position. That was her game, after all.

But things were already set, and The Records sent him here because they believed in him.

That, at least, was a comfort. No matter how frail it was.

“Green.” Noah said, curling his fingers together, “It’s my first indice.”

The seed shook, pulsed silver, then returned back to normal. That meant his indice was good enough.

Gaia smiled sweetly.

She only had two attempts to guess the word. But green?

“What is green for you?” Gaia asked, playing with the cradle beside her.

“And you think I would tell you?” Noah scoffed, “Answer, or do you need another indice?”

“Green could mean many things.” Gaia continued calmly, not caring one bit about his words.

“It could simply mean the color green, or something with the aspect of green. Something like…”

Noah’s heart shook.

“…a green soul?”

She grinned next,

“Purity, then?”

Noah cursed.

The Seed began to glow once more, then Gaia’s part grew, approaching the stage of fledgling.

Gaia raised her head and spared a glance at Noah, seeing him with anxiety dripping from every pore of his soul.

The stench of fear was sickening around him. And Gaia relished this scene with obscene delight.

She might have weakened herself to be on par with her opponent, but this was her game, and her knowledge was immense.

The only way for Noah to win against her was to go beyond her. Beyond her knowledge. To go…

…upstream of the Great River.

But would Noah be able to do so?

Gaia doubted that greatly. And now she began to wonder why those little children brought him here.

Did they want him to die?

She shook her head, caring little about the thoughts of those children. She parted her lips,

“You better focus, little Brandon.” Gaia said, dragging Noah out of his spiral of budding fear, “You are such a child, so easily held by fear. I thought you were one at least worthy of something if you are a pawn of Him. But it seems not. You look so lost. As if you are not in the right direction of your life.”

While Gaia was speaking, the Seed glowed, meaning an indice was given. But…

“What is the indice?” Noah asked, frowning heavily. He ignored Gaia’s scornful words and focused on the most important thing.

“I already gave you the indice.” Gaia smiled.

“But you said it with many other words inside.” Noah scowled, “How is it fair?”

She laughed, “I never said it was forbidden to do so. Now, don’t waste my time and guess the word.”

Noah was flabbergasted. Now not only did he need to guess the indice amidst so many spoken words, but after that, the true whispered word?

How was he supposed to do that?

Frustration and anger began to boil inside him like lava through stone. Noah glared at Gaia. The latter didn’t even spare him a glance, caring for the mysterious cradle more than her own opponent.

Noah shook his head, deciding to focus on his situation and not cry for injustice. Since the beginning, he knew it wouldn’t be fair.

So it mattered not.

His thoughts churned into a dreadful spiral, recalling all the words Gaia said. He began to time the exact moment the seed glowed to guess the indice.

But it was hard to do.

Gaia’s speech had been too fast, and he was slightly distracted by the cradle. All of this looked like a plot woven to trick him.

He exhaled heavily through his nose.

Gaia heard it and spared him a glance. “You give up?” She asked, her ever-present smile never disappearing.

Noah didn’t answer.

He might have been tricked, but he refused to yield so easily. His head went searing hot.

The only words that could possibly mean something as an indice were child, worthy, lost, pawn, and direction, in Noah’s own opinion.

There were too many.

And between them, what should he take?

Noah didn’t know, and he doubted he would. So instead, he decided to gamble.

“The indice,” Noah began, looking at Gaia once more, eyes hard and withered like a worn-out soldier, “is direction.”

Gaia bared her teeth, showing a toothy grin.

“And so what is my whispered word?”

Noah could read nothing on her face. He didn’t know if he was right or not.

“Give me the second indice.” He asked, sparing a glance at the cradle. Now it had slightly grown, and the feeling of wrongness radiating from it increased.

Noah began to feel something weird, like whispers or something along the line.

No. Not a whisper.

Intuition.

“Trying to act smart, aren’t you? Yet didn’t you know that your fate is to lose?”

Again, the seed glowed.

This time, Noah was focused on her words enough to know the indice.

Yet something in him stopped him from speaking it out loud.

It was bizarre.

Noah took a deep breath, exhaled, then flung his head backward with a snap.

Gaia raised an inquiring eyebrow.

But inside Noah’s mind, things were churning.

‘I am such a gory fucking fool.’ He cursed himself.

It seemed he never learned.

Why was he here, playing a game just because someone told him so? Because that someone was more powerful than him?

No. More powerful would be an understatement.

Noah had felt the impossible chasm between him and the woman in front of him. It was not only about power.

It was about existence itself.

Now that he was calmer, he could sense in her the same feeling he sensed in Laeh. Except this time, it was magnified beyond understanding.

But all of that was before the game started.

The game ensured one single thing. It was the fact that she was at the same level of power as her opponent, to make it a fair game.

Noah stifled a laugh.

Now he knew why he felt that strange feeling. After all…

“I see.”

Noah boomed, then in a sudden, fast motion, his hand snapped like a hissing serpent, targeting Gaia’s throat.

The woman knitted her eyebrows, raised her hand to block him. But just as his hand was an inch from her, Noah’s hand zigzagged sharply to the right, going straight for the cradle beside Gaia.

The woman’s eyes dilated. She immediately moved, trying to intercept Noah’s hand, face drenched in worry.

Yet it was far too late.

Noah reached the cradle first, grasping it, then yanking it away from Gaia’s side with merciless strength.

The woman shrieked in disbelief and anger, something tearing out from her navel.

The Progenitor of Elysiari cared less, his face smeared by a bloody grin. Next, he focused on what was inside the cradle.

And all hell broke loose.

—End of Chapter 436—