Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Training

Chapter 103: Training

Aiden and Patricia looked at each other. The call was over. Their father, Oliver, had given his reluctant blessing, allowing them to do as they wished—even though every word had dripped with unwillingness.

But really, how could Aiden and Patricia accept that?

After everything Elijah had done to Patricia, it was beyond clear—Elijah would torture them. Or worse... kill them, if they dared to approach him.

So siding with him?

Never an option.

"It’s time to use the skills Noah gave us," Aiden said quietly.

Their faces were hard, conflicted. Even now, even with Noah backing them, the thought of relying too much on him left a bitter taste.

Because the cost would be steep—a debt too heavy to bear.

That’s why, when Noah had handed them those powerful skills, they hadn’t touched them until now.

The skills were too much. Too advanced. Too overwhelming.

Of course they were—each one was a fusion of multiple high-level abilities. Naturally, they were monstrous.

But now?

No more excuses.

"We have no choice. We can’t stay weak just because of our pride," Patricia said, her voice solemn.

"We have to face reality. We are weak. Yes, we’re SS-rank talents, but in this academy?"

She laughed bitterly, shaking her head.

"It means nothing. Even other SS-ranks like Rouge and Malrik are miles ahead of us. They could crush us—or worse, kill us—if they really tried."

Her fists clenched, golden, holy light starting to flicker around her hands.

"I’ve had enough, Aiden. I can’t stand being this weak anymore. I want to be strong. I want to protect myself... and my family."

She took a shaky breath.

"You know it too, Aiden. Father might not see it—he never really talked to Elijah and it became worse after he became the Chosen One."

"But we know. We know. Elijah won’t let our family off the hook."

"And we—"

She faltered, trembling as her words broke off. Aiden stepped forward and hugged her tightly.

"We won’t let him," he whispered. "We’ll become strong too, Patricia."

Their golden eyes met, filled with quiet fire.

"We will prevail."

Together, they summoned their skill scrolls.

For Patricia: Holy Territory (SSS-rank)—a skill that lets her create a vast territory of light that heals anyone and anything within its bounds, as long as she wills it.

For Aiden: Blade of Destruction (SSS-rank)—a skill that conjures a sword wreathed in pure, destructive fire. Devastating, overwhelming.

They exchanged one final look... and activated their skills.

From that day forward—

Their lives were consumed by training. Endless, relentless training to master their new powers to perfection.

...

Meanwhile—

Elijah sat quietly in his room, his expression calm, Kitsune curled up asleep in his lap.

He stroked her fur gently, his fingers moving in a soothing rhythm.

"I’m glad I met you, Kitsune," he murmured. "Leona can’t be with me yet, but with you here... the wait feels bearable."

Kitsune purred and nuzzled closer, her golden eyes fluttering shut.

Elijah smiled faintly, lost in thought. He wasn’t far from reaching S-rank. All he needed now was to evolve his aura into intent.

He had three auras: Aura of Fire, Aura of Space Destruction, and Aura of the Phoenix.

Evolving his Aura of Fire would be easy. He could do that today if he wanted. But Space Destruction and Phoenix? Those would be another story.

The other path to rank up was to achieve something remarkable—something that would force the system to reward him.

But right now?

"I have no chance to do anything big," he muttered, frustrated.

And then, right on cue—

<Ding!>

<You have received a task.>

<You have no right to refuse.>

<You will now be transported to the Small Realm, created by The Celestial Justicia, for your task.>

<Task: Train. Train. And train.>

<Duration: 5 years.>

<Rewards: Based on performance.>

<Penalty: You will incur the disappointment of The Celestial Justicia.>

Elijah’s eyes went wide in shock—but before he could even think, space twisted around him.

In an instant, he was gone.

He reappeared in a realm of shimmering gold. Kitsune clung to him, her eyes wide with awe and confusion.

And then the voice came, cold and mechanical, echoing all around them.

<Your first trial: Create a light-based aura.>

<The time here moves differently. One year outside equals two years inside.>

<Work hard, Chosen One.>