Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 471 - It begins

The events unfolded in such a whirlwind that the four dragons stood frozen in shock and confusion. They hadn't even grasped what was happening or why they were moving...

...when suddenly they were suspended high over the Dominion of the third Soul Ruler, Solstice of Twilight, their claws gleaming sharp and primed for war.

Outwardly, their expressions remained composed and icy. The essence of the First Soul Ruler lingered around them, pulsing unevenly like nothing had befallen them; as though no shift had occurred.

Yet everything was utterly transformed.

Up to this point, they couldn't fathom how Noah pulled off such an incredible trick. How he commanded them without triggering even their defenses

at all. But no matter the mystery, they had no chance left to ponder it now.

A woman with dark skin—clad in a habit-like gown entirely in black, her face veiled, hands clasped together in a prayerful pose—materialized right before them.

Her eyes stayed shut, and she bowed her head gently as her lips parted to speak:

"Visitors from the Shadows, might I know the reason for your steps into the Twilight, with claws ready to draw sinful blood?"

Her tone carried a serene calm, like that of one who had known only tranquility her entire life.

In that instant, all four dragons yearned to voice their true thoughts; to explain they never intended to arrive here or launch an assault.

Yet the words escaping their lips were the complete

reverse of everything they felt.

"The Twilight has been hoarding the Lake for too long," Fire declared, his voice thundering with fury as flames erupted from his form. "Our Lord, Shadow of One Was Lost, demands it back. Will you stand against us?"

The nun's smooth, browless features creased in concern. "The-!"

"Will you stand against us?" Fire interrupted her sharply.

"Please, visitors, let's-!"

"Will you damn well stand against us or not?" Wind roared in fury, then wildly lashed out with her dragon claws, lunging at the nun.

Wind surged forward faster, whipping up a tempest around her talons.

At the same moment, "For the Shadows!!!" Water shouted, and overhead, a vast ocean of shadows materialized, crashing down upon the Dominion without mercy.

The nun's eyes snapped open at last—they burned a profound red, brimming with rage. Her features contorted, dark veins pulsing across her skin. A devouring black energy exploded outward from her core.

Her mouth gaped wide, vapor billowing from it like the heat of an infernal furnace within. "YOU-!"

"No need to yell." Ester murmured from behind her.

The nun stiffened in terror. Before she could respond, Ester pressed her hands to the nun's face and tore her head clean off with raw power.

Bones cracked, flesh tore, blood sprayed... everything trailed her pull, splattering gruesomely across the void.

Meanwhile, her shadow stirred and engulfed the remaining corpse.

The Paragon of Shadow vanished as abruptly as she'd emerged.

Just then, a furious scream of outrage echoed through the

realm, making the four dragons bleed from their ears, their eyes widening at a horrifying vision that chilled them to the bone.

The Soul Ruler was descending upon them.

Far from retreating, they gripped their weapons even firmer.

"FOR THE SHADOWS!!"

'We're doomed! We're doomed! We're doomed!'

...

Meanwhile, Noah, Elira, and Yuki materialized before the Dominion of the second Soul Ruler, The Light of What Was Once. Despite the title, the area they entered was bathed in blinding radiance. This Dominion, unlike Maryam's arboreal form, rose as a glowing tower piercing into the endless clouds above.

It presented a breathtaking view. But none among them felt the slightest urge to

gaze upon it in wonder.

A intense, probing stare locked onto them from afar.

"He senses our presence," Yuki noted, positioned to Noah's right. "Yet he shows no sign of emerging to confront us."

"That makes perfect sense." Elira agreed, her thoughts still swirling around why a Soul Ruler desired her so. "He's likely biding his time for us to step within, trapping us in his territory where our strength would fade."

"Such tactics would apply if battle was our goal." Noah grinned. "But I seek only conversation."

Yuki arched her orange, blade-like eyes. "You haven't forgotten Mother Maryam's warning, have you?" she remarked. "This second Soul Ruler despises

her more intensely than any of the rest."

Noah's grin stretched broader.

"Precisely the reason I must speak with him," he continued. "I have to uncover why he harbors such hatred for my mother."

The Prince advanced then, boldly crossing into the Soul Ruler's

domain.

"Forgive my uninvited entry." He laughed with easy confidence.

Trailing him, Yuki and Elira entered with tense readiness and faint smiles.

Noah, Yuki, and Elira weren't alone in their moves. Maryam and Selene stood united now, facing the fourth ruler's Dominion, Love That Was Unloved.

Their arrival sparked an odd turn. As soon as Maryam and Selene showed up, the Dominion—resembling a massive, throbbing heart—parted its gates for them, accompanied by the Soul Ruler's eager call.

"Oh! Maryam, my lovely Maryam!" she exclaimed. "Have you come to visit? Oh, enter! Please enter! But wait, did you style your hair differently? SO

STUNNING!!"

She squealed with fan-like glee.

"And you've brought a companion?! Oh, what a gorgeous one she is! Yes! Yes! Let her in too!"

Selene's expression warped oddly at this, casting Maryam a puzzled look.

The Paragon of Authority lifted her shoulders. "I warned you she adores me."

"Is this the kind of adoration we're discussing?" Selene inquired.

"I'd rather not dwell on it." Maryam muttered. "The key is,

we can achieve our mission smoothly if we handle things cleverly."

"In what way?"

"Isn't it clear, Selene dear?" Maryam smirked, stepping forward. "The perks of beauty."

Selene sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Naturally."

In the Waking Universe, deep within Hell's core, Asaemon faced a diminutive creature.

The creature resembled a hound, its form forged from searing crimson fire hotter than any stellar heart.

It lounged idly on the scorched earth, its red eyes locked onto Asaemon's, tail wagging gently and tapping the ground

beneath.

A crushing weight bore down on Asaemon from the beast's stare.

Still, he paid it little mind.

Under ordinary circumstances, confronting Hell would stir fear in him, but those days were gone.

His little brother was lost. Now his elder sister had fallen too.

At that moment, only burning anger and the venom of revenge fueled Asaemon onward, poisoning his very essence.

Hell's judgment or words meant nothing now. His course was fixed unyieldingly. Accepted or rejected, he would press ahead.

Even in solitude.

Thus, with steely gaze, he parted his lips to declare,

"I-!"

"Your temperament appeals to me." Hell interrupted abruptly. Asaemon blinked, momentarily lost to its statement.

Hell pressed on without pause.

"Your essence, your thoughts, your entire being overflows with dark emotions to a staggering degree, Asaemon. Now it clicks why Asmodeus claimed you rival him as a demon. "

"You've bottled your true self for ages. But with your siblings vanished, those barriers crumble. Your real nature will soon break free. "

Asaemon's gaze turned so vacant that Hell quivered inwardly. Still, its smile grew fiercer.

This confirmed what they'd long suspected. Why Asmodeus, a Progenitor, permitted Asaemon such freedom in Hell, unchecked by any penalty.

It yawned its maw and unleashed a barking cackle. "Demon, Asaemon. Destiny calls you a demon. Yet I know you'll resist it. So listen close, Asaemon. Here's the deal, Asaemon! "

Excitement laced its tone.

"Forget the Gold Eagle nonsense. That fool will be my feast in due time. But not now. You'd be mad to think you could topple him, even with my help in your sorry shape. Oh, Asaemon, have you gone insane? Gold Eagle isn't yours. No! Not for one who denies his own self. "

"But that changes nothing. I'll grant you partial dominion over Hell, over myself, for just one demand! "

"You're delaying me." Asaemon replied icily. "State your terms. "

Hell chuckled deeply.

"Forge a Hell Contract with me! " It howled louder. "Your soul, Asaemon! Offer it up, and I'll bestow all my power.

Half of Hell's command! You'll match Asmodeus in sway and might. Now, answer me... "

Hell quieted, its whisper then sending tremors through Hell's depths with veiled malicious joy,

"...are you prepared to avenge your illusory kin, oh Asaemon, Second

Child of Sin? "

-End of Chapter 471-