Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 447 - New Bloodline [2]

"Have you completely lost your mind?" Gaia’s voice thundered within Noah's consciousness.

The sheer volume of her shout made him flinch, prompting Maryam to look at him with concern. Noah offered a reassuring smile and pulled her back into a hug.

Feeling at peace, Maryam leaned into his embrace with a radiant smile, convinced she was living out her ultimate dream.

Noah let out a soft sigh and redirected his focus toward his mental link with Gaia. ‘Have you forgotten your own words? You told me that the most effective plans are those concealed within the schemes of others!’

Gaia listened, nodding her head even though she was invisible to him. She ensured he could sense her every movement and reaction.

Noah pressed on with his explanation.

"The Son of Emptiness intended to manipulate me for his gain. He sought to exploit me without my permission!"

‘And are you unaware?’ His mental tone turned icy. ‘If you gaze into the abyss long enough, the abyss gazes back! In that same vein, if you use someone, you must be prepared to be used in return!’

‘But He is not just anyone!’ Gaia interjected sharply. ‘He is both unpredictable and immensely powerful. He is the entity who has battled Those Beings since the dawn of time. You cannot comprehend it yet, but the fragment of his power within you is trivial to him. At the very worst, he would simply reclaim it after a few eons.’

‘And to a scion of Emptiness itself, time holds no value.’

"That is exactly why I require your assistance!" Noah argued. "I am not so foolish as to defy him openly. That would be gorydamn idiotic. The proof? I still retain his power inside me despite having the chance to throw it away earlier!"

‘You kept it because you craved his power!’ Gaia countered.

"That is besides the point, mother!" Noah shook his head slightly. "With your aid, I will cleanse his power of his lingering influence and claim it as my own. You will utilize the souls as a binding agent, a refinement to hold the entire structure together!"

‘After all, I learned from the knowledge I acquired while inside you...’

At those words, Gaia instinctively rested a hand on her stomach.

‘...that the Soul is the most untainted aspect of all existence. It is the most mystical and unique element that defines an individual!’

‘We shall use these souls for our own ends!’

‘But why should I help you?’ Her voice dripped with bitterness. ‘You are attempting to alter my bloodline. First, you took it without my consent, and now you treat it like worthless trash to be discarded!’

Fury bubbled within Gaia, hot and searing like molten lava. It was a mixture of rage and a sense of profound injustice.

She clenched her fists, her palms turning crimson from her suppressed anger.

The Will Eternal could not recall the last time she had felt this incensed, or when her emotions had been so unstable.

Yet Noah, Raj Progenar Gaia, possessed the unique ability to bring out the absolute worst in her.

Ironically, he also brought out her best.

She despised herself for that contradiction.

‘I apologize,’ Noah said. ‘But you caused this chain of events, mother. You left me with no alternative, and though I am now born on my own terms, it would have been impossible without you.’

‘Let us not linger on what has passed.’

Gaia bit her lip, once again gently rubbing her belly. A fleeting memory of the agony of childbirth crossed her mind.

She cursed silently, her chest tight with indignation.

‘I will assist you,’ she finally decided. ‘But do not call me mother ever again!’

‘If I am successful,’ Noah began, ‘my bloodline will be transcended. And one day...’

A smile played on his lips.

‘One day, you will share the same bloodline as I do!’

The implications of his words hit Gaia immediately.

‘You are insatiable,’ she spat, though her tone had softened considerably.

‘You aren't saying no.’

‘Let us begin!’ Gaia said, quickly shifting the topic.

Noah did not hesitate, utilizing his system to harvest all the souls belonging to his mother.

Maryam sensed a shift. She pulled away from the hug to look at her son, witnessing with her own eyes as quadrillions of her souls began to flood the surrounding space.

It resembled a vast, pale ocean.

To Maryam’s shock, a single droplet of blood emerged from Noah. She felt an instinctive, overwhelming urge to prostrate herself before that blood, as if it represented both the dawn of creation and the end of all things.

It was a paradox that left the First Soul feeling a deep sense of dread.

The blood possessed no fixed hue. More accurately, Maryam was unable to perceive its colors, as it belonged to a plane of existence far beyond her current reach.

However, the process was far from over.

Under Gaia’s protection—a shield that was more potent and easily maintained because Noah was her offspring—Noah extracted the core of power belonging to the Son of Emptiness from his former system.

This time, what manifested was... nothingness.

The pressure was so immense that Maryam’s knees slammed into the flowered earth.

Her face contorted as she felt her very existence being strained.

Unlike Gaia’s power, which was carefully moderated for Maryam’s sake, the power of the Son of Emptiness held no such mercy.

Maryam suffered under the weight of it, and Noah struggled to remain standing. Thankfully, due to his unique birthright, he endured it much better than she did.

The power of the Son of Emptiness was invisible, not because it lacked form, but because it was contained within the abstract concept of emptiness itself. Gaia took that power, blending it with Noah’s blood and Maryam’s souls.

As the fusion occurred, Noah forced a fragment of his own essence into the mix. The resulting pain was cataclysmic, causing him to scream in pure agony as blood leaked from his eyes and his lips began to peel and crack.

‘Raj! You absolute fool!’ Gaia screamed, her voice thick with panic. Seeing her son in such a state of mutilation was far more agonizing than she had anticipated.

Her maternal instincts could not endure the sight.

‘J-Just finish it!’ Noah wheezed, feeling his very being merging with the gathered powers.

He ensured his existence was woven deep into the Son’s power, tainting it and gradually converting it into something that belonged solely to him.

Gaia realized his intent and shook her head. Within her own domain, her subjects were focused on her, sharing her anxiety for their Prince.

The Will Eternal focused her power once more.

Noah acted as the conductor of this cosmic orchestra, signaling the direction and flow of the energy. Gaia followed his lead with perfect precision.

The unfolding process was breathtaking. It was a form of alchemy occurring on a scale never before witnessed.

Noah was transmuting one fundamental concept into another, then turning that concept into an idea, before finally forging that idea into a bloodline.

His face was drenched in a mixture of perspiration and blood.

The reality around them began to fracture and tremble, unable to support the birth of such a powerful bloodline.

Even Gaia watched in stunned silence. Her eyes went wide as she wondered why such a possibility had never occurred to her.

The feat was simply that impossible.

But when one is born at the pinnacle of a reality’s power, the desperate hunger to reach even higher levels rarely takes root in the soul.

Noah had not been born at the top. He had spent his life clawing for strength, and through a combination of fortune and grit...

He had reached this point.

And now, he was once again giving life to something limitless.

He was birthing his own bloodline—one far superior to his previous one, and greater than anything this Reality had ever seen.

Gaia smirked, a wide grin spreading across her face as the ritual reached its conclusion.

‘You are truly blasphemous, Raj!’

‘Aren’t you proud?’ Noah quipped, his voice sounding thin and ragged.

Suddenly, everything went still as a single drop of blood materialized before him.

Noah stared at it for a heartbeat before the blood blurred, cutting through the air and plunging into his chest.

His body convulsed violently, his jaw dropping as a gut-wrenching scream escaped him. He collapsed to the ground.

The Prince curled into a ball in sheer agony as his physical form began to shift and his consciousness started to fade.

The final image he saw through the distorted air was Maryam rushing toward him, her face full of terror.

The last thing he heard was the gentle whisper of the Will Eternal, his mother, echoing in his ears: ‘Yes, I am proud.’

DING!

<You have created a bloodline.>

-End of Chapter 447-