Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 483 Marigold in Spirit World

Idalia Marigold's entrance into the Spirit World struck like a comet smashing into the planet.

Her impact exploded outward, unleashing blasts of blistering, scorching surges of

golden-white flames that overwhelmed the whole Dominion of Shadow, surging like an endless tempest's flood.

The spirits within the realm shrieked, mewled, and finally incinerated into charred remnants, swept up by Marigold's mere presence, swelling a section of the Dominion beneath a shroud of doom.

There she remained, positioned amid a bubbling expanse of molten rock, her vitiligo form bare save for her intimate areas.

Flames wreathed her hair, slithering in her wake like a stalking fiery predator. Seven unique pupils gleamed in her eyes—each varying in hue and form—locked onto the wriggling, coiling, slithering darkness ahead.

A chilling, predatory smirk cracked across Idalia's features, her fangs sharp as pins, crowding her jaws like a beast cloaked in human skin.

She began to part her mouth to utter words, yet paused, her brow furrowing before her gaze widened as a golden spike tore through the void like a heated blade slicing skin, stopping mere inches away.

Crimson-gold imperial energy cloaked the spike. It throbbed as if alive and vital, then a force burst forth from within.

Idalia Marigold observed the unfolding event as though time crawled. She might have intervened countless times to prevent it. Yet, intrigue and hubris overpowered her restraint.

Suddenly, a voice echoed across the Dominion of Shadow—soft, even, brimming with boundless playfulness,

"I knew you'd never leave me behind, mother-in-law. And your timing is spot on. See that Shadow before you? She's out to harm your daughter, Apollonia. Well, you know the drill? Just give her a proper thrashing for such a bold affront."

"And damn, what a landing, Mother-in-law! You've got real showmanship! You and I are destined to be tight pals, I can tell!"

The voice let out a hearty chuckle, followed by...

"This note comes straight from Noah, the greatest son-in-law across all realms. Dare I claim the top husband as well?"

"Oh, and greetings, Shadow!"

The sound faded away, plunging the area into a choking quiet—shattered instantly by Idalia Marigold's explosive, bomb-like guffaws.

Her mirth boomed so fiercely that the atmosphere quivered like metal under a smith's relentless blows.

Only after several long moments did she cease, her eyes watering from the profound, uncommon thrill of delight.

"Finished with your amusement, Daughter of Prime?" Shadow's tone resounded, serene and poised like a lurking darkness poised to pounce.

"Oh," Idalia Marigold burst out, truly taken aback, "I completely overlooked you, Shadow! Hahaha, forgive me, I've never encountered anyone quite so brazen as this Noah."

Her chuckles subsided, though her expression retained that smirk,

"But come on, Shadow dear Shadow, you're not buying his nonsense, are you? That'd be far too naive on your part."

"Does it make a difference?" Shadow replied, the churning, snarling mass of darkness twisting inward, solidifying into a feminine silhouette.

"You've invaded my realm and slaughtered the majority of my spirits. Speak, Daughter of Prime, how shall you meet your end?"

"Can you grant the demise I crave?" Marigold shot back, grinning, with flames dancing over her frame like a radiant pyre.

Shadow's form at last took shape. She towered as a colossal figure, her flawless ebony skin shining like the most pristine essence in creation.

Her tresses flowed long, hovering disdainfully above the earth as if scorning contact; as dark as her complexion.

Her gaze, however, featured white-purple irises and slit pupils reminiscent of a serpent's, pitch-black in shade.

Those pupils throbbed without cease; a keen observer might detect how each beat synced with the Dominion's very pulse.

A terrifying might poured from her without pause, deepening the gloom around them second by second; the shadows churned restlessly, their malevolent stares all aimed at Idalia.

In a terrifying blink, the Dominion of Shadow cleaved apart. One side saw seven blazing orbs ascend haughtily into the heavens, scorching the lands below with fury. The other held only shadows—ancient, bizarre, and so profoundly warped that Marigold's smirk wavered.

Enveloped in those shadows like battle garb stood a woman, her stare set to consign the Prime's offspring to nothingness.

"You've intruded into my domain without welcome." Shadow rasped, her shadow-woven garments billowing as she advanced, "At minimum, I'll let you perish as you desire."

"Sadly," Idalia cut in, assuming her fighting pose with clenched fists, "the end I desire lies beyond your power to give."

She flashed a wink at Shadow,

"I long to perish strangled by my husband's manhood, after all. Got one of those, Shadow?"

Shadow halted, tilting her head, then curved her lips in an enigmatic smile for the first time, "Not your brother?"

Idalia took a moment for the remark to sink in.

But when it did, her entire demeanor flipped quicker than a traitor's allegiance.

No utterances followed. Only a primal snarl that rent the air, as Idalia rent the fabric of space, trailing seared emptiness, and closed in on Shadow.

The span for Idalia to retract her right arm, curl her fingers into a fist—her flawless sinews swelling, flexing, radiating heat like a roaring blaze—and smash into Shadow's brow appeared to unfold in a single harrowing instant without pause.

The resounding boom from the collision alone echoed through every Dominion in The Principality of the Primus Universe.

Then unleashed the full repercussions of the punch from the Daughter of the Primordial of Light...

...igniting half the shadow region in agonized howls. And that alone sufficed to jolt the cores of both Justicia and Apollonia, dredging up echoes of a buried history.

Shadow shattered into a cascade of darkness. Yet Idalia's posture held firm, her eyes feral as a predator's.

She shifted into another ready pose, her declaration ringing out as the shadows assailed her from every angle, a multitude of cries ascending, their taunts clenching Idalia's spirit like an iron grip,

"Axis of The Seven Origins Light, Sixteen Ladder - The Bra-!"

"Shadows of Eternity."

Shadow's words overpowered Idalia's chant, trapping the Celestial in an alien domain.

Undeetered, she snapped her fingers. Seven suns ascended.

The clash raged onward.

At the same moment, within the Dominion of Love That Was Unloved, Maryam and Selene had just heard Yuki's message.

Combined with the recent surge of energy that had battered them,

this convinced the pair of mothers to heed Yuki's warning without delay.

Still,

"My Maryam, oh my lovely Maryam, stay! Don't leave!" Love wailed, then whipped her gaze toward Selene, "You as well, charming, tender Selene. My heart's vast, my passion vaster! I can cradle you both within my yearning soul!" Selene's mouth quirked, eyeing the rosy swine in her frilly gown, gazing at them with an unsettling, sincere adoration in her eyes.

Selene aimed to stay polite. But Love's insistence pushed her toward retorts she'd regret voicing. Luckily, Maryam stepped in. Unlike her, Maryam tolerated such bold affections from Love.

Thus, Maryam offered her a warm smile, prompting Love to squeal like the porcine she was—truly—and flush like a bashful girl—which she wasn't, truly. "Selene has a partner. And I... I too, perhaps, yes perhaps," she hesitated, curving her lips softly, "anyhow, I'm wandering off topic. Point is, Love, Selene and I are spoken for. But we'll offer you a shot."

"Tell me how!" Love demanded, gaze intent, "I'll never surrender on you both!"

Maryam smirked, while Selene exhaled wearily, grasping her... her what, exactly?

Selene chose to ignore the thought.

"Then you've got just one task ahead. Come along with us to face

our spouse..."

"It's your child." Selene interjected.

"...regardless, as I was saying, our spouse and child, and hash it out with him. Perhaps you can convince him to back off from us?"

Love fixed them with a long stare, then bellowed, "What're we dawdling for? Lead on! Take me to my competitor!"

Yet another energy blast struck them.

Love shouted even fiercer, "CURSE IT! LET'S HUNT DOWN THE ONE CAUSING THESE PESKY DISRUPTIONS FIRST!"

"No way!" Maryam seized Love by the neckline, hoisting her aloft, sending the pig's rosy hem flapping, and flashed a grin,

"We're heading out now."

Selene's band shimmered, and they vanished from the Dominion of Love, her plea lingering, "Hold on! Hold on! Food! I gotta eat first!!"

-End of Chapter 483-