Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System - Chapter 439

Chapter 439: Chapter 439: Growing up again

Chapter 439 – Growing up again

Gaia was lying on her back, her face drenched in beads of sweat. She muttered a curse, lips sealed together into a thin line.

Her legs were spread wide, and water mixed with multicolored blood was gouging out from her private place, painting the ground beneath in horrific colors.

The childbirth had begun.

Her head snapped backward, her eyes dripping with so much anger and pain that the whole realm shook with her.

Amidst the process, Gaia did her best to limit the earthquake within her own realm, for if others learned of her current weakened state… she would not breathe the next second.

Again, she cursed.

Suddenly, she let out a sharp cry, her back bending outward and creaking before cracking, as the head of a baby began to spill out from her private place.

“BRANDON! I WILL—!”

“ARGHH!”

Her shrieks of anger and profane curses were interrupted by the pain all women went through while giving life.

It was a process worthy of respect and worship. For there was nothing more unique than giving birth.

Nothing more noble than choosing to bear life inside yourself and bring it forth into the world.

Then educate and teach the child how to live a life with meaning.

It was a special kind of joy. Of pride.

But Gaia felt none of that. She felt only the cold grip of wrath coursing through her immortal body, threatening to burst forth.

Not because she was a bad mother by nature, but one could hardly like something forced upon them.

So she gritted her teeth until they felt like white powder, her mind flashing with all kinds of tortures she would cast upon Noah.

At that instant, Noah’s childlike body was practically all out, leaving only part of his legs inside.

The pain exploded inside Gaia like fire spreading through a forest, and she gave one last cry while pushing with all her strength.

POP!

Noah popped out.

The sound of water patting the earth boomed all around, accompanied by Gaia’s ragged, sporadic breathing.

Gaia lay on her back, her chest heaving up and down nonstop. Her face was soaked, her eyelids half-closed in exhaustion.

She sank her teeth into her black-colored lips, then pushed herself up with trembling hands sinking into the ground below.

Managing to barely sit, her legs still wide open, the Will Eternal peered at the scene before her, shock and anger knotted tightly together.

There, the baby — Noah — was slowly crawling up, legs chubby and wobbly. Yet he did.

There was something like a cord linking the baby’s belly to Gaia.

Noah cut it with a swing of his fat hand.

Gaia suppressed a groan of pain.

The baby turned and stared at Gaia.

Noah’s appearance had subtly changed. His body was still pale white, but the thin baby hair on his head was identical to Gaia’s, green mixed with crimson.

His eyes, too, mirrored those of the Mother of Mothers. But for him, the colors were both purple.

A sight to behold.

“Y-You…” Gaia began, but the words refused to come out, blocked at the tip of her throat.

She was lost. She could feel her blood in the baby, her imprint.

Gaia could feel that Noah was her child.

But she did not feel like she was his mother. Or rather, she did not wish it.

For a moment she was lost, her previous anger and budding hatred dissipating under the haze of a feeling she thought she knew all too well.

She was the Mother of Mothers. She gave birth and embraced her children back into her depths when their time came.

Yet at that time, Gaia felt true motherhood bloom inside her so loudly it made her dizzy.

She wondered, dazed, if it was because this was the first time she had given birth through her own body, through her own flesh; and not through her innate power and the body of reality.

Maybe that was the difference.

She did not know.

And time began to pass.

Gaia sat there watching Noah, not knowing how to react.

Noah, meanwhile, was busy examining his new existence.

As time passed, Gaia recovered from the childbirth, returning to her original shape and power.

During that time, she observed Noah.

The baby grew steadily.

He reached toddlerhood, then further and further, until he took the appearance of a young boy.

Then further still, until that of a fifteen-year-old.

During those times, Gaia, lost in existential questioning and her own inquiry about what Noah was to her, implicitly allowed him to do whatever he wished.

The boy bathed in rivers of energy, walked through the meadows, spoke to the deer playing nearby, to the bunnies feeding him, to the birds chirping above his head, and to the flowers that bloomed when he drew close.

He mounted the sky and met the seven holy suns and the three demonic moons.

He called them uncles and aunts. They called him Prince, for some reason.

He even met the daughter of Moon and Water, a beautiful blue-skinned goddess who did nothing but sing and dance beneath moonlight above moving waters.

Noah liked to watch her each night.

Her movements were graceful and fluid, like flowing water. Yet she was as illusory as the moon.

No one questioned his actions. And Noah himself said nothing to Gaia, even though he was very aware of what he had done and what she was going through.

Instead, he continued his small life in a realm where time held no meaning, and yet time still flowed.

The only thing that made him aware of it was the growth of his body and the slow realization beginning to take shape on Gaia’s face.

Noah lived on.

He met an old man atop a tree and asked him to teach him something. The old man bared his yellow teeth and taught him how to read and speak.

He returned to the goddess of dancing moonwater and asked her to teach him how to dance and sing.

She did, with a beaming smile. Overhead, the seven suns and three moons watched him with pride.

Next, Noah went to the depths of the lake where Gaia always sat.

There he found fish-like beings and monstrous creatures. He also noticed how Gaia’s hair encompassed the waters entirely.

He asked the fish to teach him how to swim. They did, with shark-like smiles on their ugly faces.

Next, he found a rusty sword — a scimitar, to be precise — and whispered to it for insight into the sword path.

The scimitar responded with a rasping cry.

Noah’s life continued for thousands of years, and at the end, his appearance reached the point at which he had arrived here.

And now, finally, he sat in front of Gaia, who throughout all this time had not budged from her seat.

They rested their eyes upon one another. Gaia noticed the obvious traces of herself in Noah.

His hair was still green mixed with red, long and tied behind with a blue harpoon given by the goddess of dancing moonwater.

His face was fair and clean, an impossible beauty cloaking it.

Though he had some of her traits, the Will Eternal could still see traces of his true mother.

True mother…

Somehow, that notion irritated Gaia.

“Will you let me go?” Noah finally asked, his voice steady.

He had gained everything he wanted from this place. Now it was time to go back. His family was waiting for him.

During these years, he didn’t look at his new system, and whatever he had learned here didn’t increase his rank.

He didn’t even have a rank.

He was born as an immortal without rank. Even though he had innate abilities because of Gaia. And Noah liked it that way. He knew his system would give him the path to rank up.

At his question, Gaia opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again. Hesitation flashed across her mesmerizing eyes.

She stared deep at Noah, then closed her eyes.

“You are not my son.” She grated.

“I know.” Noah answered.

“You deserve to be killed.”

“Why? I played your game. I won. It was fair.”

Gaia paused, then…

“You have gotten what you wanted.” She opened her eyes again. “The Son’s influence is still on you, but stored inside… a system, you call it? Yes.”

Noah nodded.

“You have created your own power by stealing mine, and you got reborn by taking my origin blood.”

She paused once more, glaring at Noah.

“I am not your mother.”

“You already said it.”

“And I do not know why I am letting you live after what you have done. But…”

She stretched her hand, grabbed the back of his neck, her nails digging deep into his skin, and pulled him close to her. Their faces were now an inch apart.

Their identical eyes stared at one another.

“…don’t say to anyone what happened here. And don’t shame my blood. Do you understand me?”

“Why do you care?”

“Do you understand me, Brandon?”

“I am Noah. And yes, I understand. Now let me go. I have things to conclude.”

“Brandon is your name. Noah is but a fake one.”

Noah frowned.

“And I will give my own name.”

“What?”

“To me, you are Raj Progenar Gaia.”

Gaia threw him away from her like filth.

“Don’t forget it.”

Noah groaned from the harsh throw, his hair returning to normal before he suddenly vanished, returning to his descent into the Spirit World.

Gaia stood there, alone, staring at the place Noah had just been.

Then…

“The Prince is gone.”

“The Son of Reality is gone.”

“The Child of Eternity is gone.”

“Where is he?”

“Great Mother, where—!”

“SHUT UP!” Gaia barked at the beings of her realm—at the suns and moons, the tree, the ocean, the small beasts.

All of them asked where their prince was.

But Gaia did not like it.

“He is not your prince!” She scowled, making them fall silent.

Satisfied, she closed her eyes again, trying to fall into meditation. Yet the memories of Noah’s birth surfaced in her mind.

That pain. That agony.

Was it all a lie?

Gaia shook her head.

“He is not my son.” She repeated.

“He is not.”

And yet…

She gave him a name.

And yet…

She gave him her name.

—End of Chapter 439—