Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 468 Tree of Ashes

Previously on Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System...

Noah has successfully integrated Providence into the core of his territory, transforming her into the Will of the newly named Elysiari and establishing a systematic path for evolution. By granting his wives the status of Paragons and providing them with status interfaces and the Evolution Road, he has solidified the power structure of his faction. Despite the dread of addressing Red’s grief and the mystery surrounding Elira’s record, the Prince now turns his attention to modifying his dominion by summoning those who have yet to bind themselves to him.

No need for any pointless chatter.

Noah sprang into action without delay, viewing them all as mere fertilizer to enhance his domain.

He seized the souls he'd captured during the Dominion's conquest, then fed them directly into the fog that formed the Dominion itself.

The results unfolded exactly as anticipated. His domain grew even more robust and unyielding.

Afterward, he seized the Origins. Life, Death, Samsara, Transformation, and Frost were among them. He crushed them into countless shards, disregarding their cries of agony and malice, and handed everything over to Providence.

The Will integrated them into her constantly advancing Records, then forged artifacts from those Origins.

Keys of Beginning, that's what she named them. Providence then informed Noah that these Keys would serve as a means for his wives—and solely his wives—to seize an Origin in due time.

Indeed, each of them would have to forge their own Origin later in their Power System's progression.

Noah, however, required none of these. Why would he? He embodied the Origin of everything within his realm.

And even Origin fell short for him.

Proceeding further, the Prince approached Luelle. At the same moment, his wives had finished comprehending their newfound strength and Providence's functions.

They assembled and walked over to Noah, who knelt beside Luelle on the ground.

"What more from me do you want to ruin?" Luelle uttered, her voice breaking. "I've got nothing remaining. You claimed all of me. All of it."

"Don't act like the victim now," Noah replied indifferently. "That's not who you are. And apparently, you're not alone in this."

He let out a sigh, and from behind his wives—particularly Red—ripples of energy surged forth, overflowing with fury.

"I figured," Noah resumed, "that ending your life would prevent any more idiotic moves against me. But clearly, that's not the case."

"I wonder," his voice turned icy, "if I must wipe out every one of you to make you comprehend?"

Luelle, despite her shattered condition, started to grasp the implication of his statement. A slow, hoarse chuckle escaped her lips. Beneath it lurked a twisted, savage joy from the revelation she'd just uncovered.

And it brought her satisfaction.

Not due to Noah's distress. No, she'd moved beyond that. But because she wouldn't be the sole Progenitor enduring such torment from this beast.

There was comfort in realizing you weren't alone during calamity.

However, when fortune struck, most desired to claim it exclusively.

"I'll reveal everything you require about each one," Luelle declared, her smile radiating pure madness.

She was utterly broken.

"But I only crave death." The Elven Progenitor lifted her hand, attempting to caress Noah's cheek.

Thud-!

Her arm detached, tumbling to the floor as emerald blood sprayed from the stump like a flowing stream.

"Don't lay a finger on him," Yuki stated icily, her orange gaze fixed on Luelle with lethal intent.

She hadn't even invoked her Gift: Sword of Severance, merely a casual snap of her finger.

The Paragon of Severance required no blade. Her form alone sufficed.

The torment racing through Luelle's frame was overwhelming, yet she merely grimaced faintly, flashing a bloody-toothed grin at Yuki before shifting her attention back to Noah.

She had grown accustomed to suffering. Thus, with blood streaming from her wound, Luelle pressed on with her speech as though undisturbed.

"Will you end me?" she inquired again.

The scene felt unnerving. Yet what chilled more was how

none among them reacted to the incident.

The vision of blood, torment, anguish, and insanity... these had all turned routine for the Vaelgrim. Even Emmie behaved indifferently, toying with a golden coin in her

fingers.

By now, such elements immersed them so profoundly that they overlooked the foreign aspects of their own natures.

And they never would.

"I assumed you'd learned your position after your ordeal," Noah murmured gently. "I'm not negotiating with you, Luelle. And I've already informed

you..."

He offered a chilling smile.

"I refuse to kill you."

"I plead-!"

"I require a repository for my domain's Records," Noah interrupted her endless pleas. "And a protector as well."

He hesitated, cocking his head. "Actually, I don't truly need one. It's merely for show."

He grinned, though Luelle's eyes remained bewildered and terrified by Noah's intentions.

And she had scant moments to speculate, as the Prince moved at once.

With a mere command, the space beside him tore open like fabric, unveiling a swirling emptiness akin yet distinct from the voids they knew.

He extended his hand, thrusting it within. Through atomic manipulation, Noah molded and converted the emptiness into substance, forming a nascent orb of a world.

Then, he turned to Luelle, whose eyes widened in realization.

Before she could utter a word, Noah's palm rested on her. He extracted her very essence—the core defining her existence—drawing a piercing scream from her.

An object materialized in his grasp, resembling a World Tree of captivating verdant splendor.

Luelle's physical form before them collapsed like a sandcastle.

Before it vanished entirely, Noah captured the Progenitor's awareness and True Soul, embedding it into the core.

Following that, he merged Luelle's core with the emerging realm he'd crafted.

The World Tree started to expand.

Noah bestowed a name upon it.

"Tree of Ashes, the House of Records."

At the utterance, the tree altered its form. Shedding its verdant hue, it adopted a sooty pallor, magnificent and one-of-a-kind to behold. Within the Tree—now rivaling a high-tier world in scale—Luelle observed her body's metamorphosis, the agony of transformation causing her to black out repeatedly.

Eventually, it ceased, the Tree's dimensions nearing those of a Prime World.

Noah retrieved the Library of Records from his thoughts, duplicated it precisely, and inserted it into the Tree.

And then,

DING!

<Guardian: Luelle of Ashes. Distinction: Eternal Slave.>

With the realm secured, the Tree's avatar materialized—Luelle herself. Her skin turned ashen, complemented by hair and eyes of the same shade. Even so, her ethereal allure persisted.

She regarded Noah with anguished, terrified eyes, evoking profound pity.

Noah merely gestured, sealing the realm and concealing it amid his domain's layers.

He inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes for a moment. Then he rose, facing his wives with a subtle grin.

"Apologies for the delay," he remarked, already approaching Red and drawing her into an embrace.

Red settled against him, silent, merely savoring his nearness.

Noah addressed the rest while stroking the back of his War Goddess tenderly.

"All preparations are complete," he announced. "Only one task remains."

The wives' expressions grew steely.

"Which is to seize command of this world swiftly and return to the Waking Universe."

"And so..."

Sophie rolled her neck side to side.

"Let us commence," she concluded, her tone as frigid as the grave.

-End of Chapter 468-