Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 448 New Bloodline [3]

Life? Death? Or perhaps some gorydamn state in between?

As agony surged through his frame, obliterating everything in its path, Noah lost all sense of where he stood on the spectrum of existence.

He began to thrash upon the earth like a maggot caught in the muck, shrieking and wailing. His face was a mask of mucus and tears, while a mixture of saliva and gore leaked from his lips.

Maryam remained rooted to the spot, her eyes wide with shock, helpless to do anything but witness her son endure such a soul-shattering ordeal.

Though she had attempted to reach him, her efforts were futile. Noah was convulsing with such violent force that a thick, suffocating cloud of dust kicked up around him, forming a heavy veil.

Furthermore, a thin line of blood ran from Maryam’s nose, the result of a stray, frantic blow from her son during his spasms of pain.

The First Soul felt no resentment. Her mind was entirely consumed by terror and maternal concern.

Ignoring the risk of further injury, she tried once more to close the distance, but a sudden barrier manifested around Noah. It encased him completely, stifling his screams like those of a man drowning beneath the waves.

Stumbling over her own feet, the Soul Ruler rushed forward. Reaching the emerald shield, she hammered against it with both fists, desperate to shatter the obstruction.

The entire realm trembled with every blow she struck.

However, her efforts were in vain.

She remained far too feeble to leave even a scratch on the weakest ward of the Will Eternal.

Noah was oblivious to most of this, perhaps sensing only a fraction of the chaos.

His consciousness was a blur; he felt as though he were dreaming, observing his own wretched state from afar. Even so, he could feel his physical form being dismantled with cold, surgical precision.

His skeletal structure shattered and his internal organs were pulverized, leaving behind nothing but a gory mess of marrow, flesh, and blood. Even his World-Heart Earth was obliterated.

A pathetic whimper, like that of a dying hound, escaped Noah. Maryam could not hear the sound, yet she felt the resonance of his agony. Collapsing weakly before the barrier, she began to weep alongside him.

Overwhelmed and lost, she had no understanding of what was happening to her child. Dark, whispered fears began to haunt her thoughts.

Gaia fared no better, yet she understood that all great power demands a steep price.

This was especially true for the strength Noah sought. Thus, she hardened her immortal heart, watching as her selfborn son underwent his radical transformation.

Following the organs, his tissues were the next to go, sliced into ribbons as rivers of blood flowed. His neurons were next, meeting the same grisly end as the rest.

Then came the cells, until finally, the very molecules that constituted his physique, psyche, and spirit were reached.

The pain defied description. It was a level of suffering no living creature could ever hope to comprehend.

Noah was being systematically unmade. It was as if his entire being—from his physical shell to his very mind—was being erased by a power he never knew existed.

Had he possessed a mouth at that moment, he would have been crying like an infant cast aside at birth. No—it was far worse than that.

Nevertheless, a sensation of icy clarity took hold of his consciousness in that instant. Amidst the excruciating torment, an epiphany began to take root.

At that exact second, Noah’s body—if such a term still applied—was nothing more than a swirling cluster of atoms.

Every other part of him had been annihilated. Only atoms remained. And there...

...the true genesis began.

From his own store of knowledge, Noah understood that the entire universe and the vastness beyond were composed primarily of atoms.

The very same particles that form a human body are those that build the stars. Everything is determined by their arrangement and the path they take.

On that day, Noah observed as the atoms of his existence opted for a singular, unique method of recombination.

The consequences were breathtaking.

Gradually but with certainty, they began to weave themselves back together.

A staggering, world-shaking power crashed down upon the realm Maryam had created. She let out a silent scream, coughing as her body disintegrated into a mist of ash and gore.

The dimension shattered instantly, allowing Noah’s wives and the onlookers a brief glimpse of the miracle occurring within.

The sight nearly drove them to the brink of insanity.

Gaia intervened immediately, facilitating Maryam’s resurrection while simultaneously reconstructing the realm.

She shook her head, sensing a specific force attempting to obstruct the birth of Noah’s bloodline. But the process was already too far gone to be halted.

An involuntary smile touched Gaia’s lips as a surge of excitement and thrill, unlike anything she had ever felt, pulsed through her.

Meanwhile, Maryam gasped for air, her breathing shallow and frantic. Her skin was slick with perspiration, but her first instinct upon reviving was to search for her son.

The evolution of Noah continued to unfold. The previous destruction was now occurring in perfect reverse.

Atoms fused into molecules, drawing in enigmatic particles to form structures never before witnessed in existence.

Gaia watched in sheer amazement.

Molecules evolved into cells, followed by neurons and the neural pathways that linked the entire system.

His consciousness returned, though it was now far sharper, more ancient, and decidedly more alien.

Cells shifted into place to form tissues, which in turn became organs.

At this stage, Earth reappeared. Externally, the world seemed unchanged, but its internal nature had been transformed.

Earth and every organ were interconnected by a network of crimson and gold veins. These conduits originated from above—the purest essence of the heavens and hells provided by Gaia—and surged through his new frame.

Bones forged from the void manifested next. Then, flesh began to knit together, appearing and anchoring itself to the tall silhouette of Noah’s forged body.

His eyes took shape, followed by his facial features and his hair.

The overwhelming pressure radiating from him began to recede, signaling that Noah’s transition from his former self to his evolved state was nearing its conclusion.

The ward finally vanished.

Maryam struggled to her feet. Taking a shaky breath, she moved closer to inspect Noah’s new form, and a jolt of shock hit her core.

"Soul Rot!" she hissed.

"By my own glorious name!" Gaia whispered, though her voice reached only the ears of her beloved creations nearby.

Noah’s new visage was truly extraordinary.

He rested upon the ground soaked in his own blood, yet his new skin remained pristine. The liquid seemed to recoil from him, as if it feared defiling his divine yet monstrous body.

Noah’s height had increased to a towering ten feet. His complexion was a creamy white, while his shoulders, back, and chest were decorated with gold and crimson tattoos depicting the genesis and apocalypse of reality.

Upon his right palm, a golden, glowing symbol of a serpent devouring its own tail in the shape of an infinity was etched.

His left palm bore a rotating circle of black and white, glowing with a faint red hue. His head was crowned with thick, flowing locks of gold and crimson hair. Two jet-black horns protruded from his forehead, radiating an aura of absolute nothingness.

His ears were pointed, resembling those of an elf. Slowly, Noah opened his eyelids, revealing heterochromic eyes—the right gold and the left a piercing red. His pupils were identical to Gaia’s.

The first things Noah saw upon waking were the vibrant notifications from Providence, who appeared uncharacteristically thrilled.

<You have created the bloodline: Primordial Origin Bloodline (Can be renamed)>

<You are the Progenitor of a new Bloodline.>

<You are eligible to create your own faction.>

A small smile played on Noah’s lips. His wife, overjoyed for her husband, continued the readout:

<Description of the Bloodline.>

<Overview: You have forged a bloodline of both genesis and apocalypse. It embodies life, death, and the spaces between and beyond, even reaching into the concept of the void.>

<All who carry your bloodline will manifest an aspect of Reality. This aspect comes with a unique Gift. They also possess innate affinities for creation and destruction, alongside your race's specific transformation trait.>

<As the Progenitor, you also gain: Atom Manipulation, Probability Manipulation, and Continuity.>

Noah’s eyes widened in surprise.

<You have received your Gift.>

<Gift: Ignoramus.>

The Prince stared at the floating interfaces with astonishment before feeling a pair of arms wrap tightly around him in a desperate hug.

"Brandon!" Maryam sobbed, her voice thick with anxiety. "My child, are you alright?"

Noah merely smiled at her query, his mind racing with the influx of new possibilities.

"Mother?" the Prince spoke.

"Y-Yes, my son? Are you in pain? Where does it hurt? Tell me—!"

"Would you like to receive a Gift?"

There was a sudden silence. Maryam tilted her head, completely baffled.

Then,

"W-What?"