Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: Selene and Elira meeting

Chapter 108: Selene and Elira meeting

In the academy—

Inside the training grounds—

The air reeked of death, decay, and blood. Undead monsters of all shapes and sizes swarmed the arena, locked in brutal combat against three ferocious fighters.

"Goddamn it! Why the hell do I have to fight all of you at once?" Malrik growled, parrying Ray’s punch with his dagger.

CLINK—!

BOOM!

The force of the blow sent him flying backward—but before he hit the ground, a horde of undead surged beneath him, catching him effortlessly.

He landed, eyes sharp, undead circling tightly around him, shielding him like a wall of rotting flesh and bone.

And it was needed.

Because standing across from him were Rouge, Ray, and Domy—the deadliest of the first-years. Merciless. Obsessed with battle. Nothing else mattered to them.

"Tch. Always complaining, Malrik." Domy clicked her tongue, then turned to Rouge with a teasing smirk. "Seriously, Rouge, why are you even with this guy? He’s got no fire. Look at my brother here—handsome, strong. He matches your vibe way better."

She gestured to Ray, making yet another obvious attempt to drive a wedge between Rouge and Malrik.

Ray’s face flushed, but his eyes gleamed with a hungry competitiveness. He stared at Malrik, brimming with silent challenge.

Rouge burst out laughing. "Oh, Domy, give it a rest! I love my boyfriend just the way he is—even if he’s a bit too soft sometimes."

Her blood-red hair shimmered as she laughed, her crimson eyes glowing with a fierce light. The blood-drop tattoo on her forehead pulsed, vivid and sharp—a clear sign of her rising power.

Malrik’s lips twitched. Irritated, sure—but this was familiar.

Everyone knew about his relationship with Rouge. It surprised many at first—a quiet necromancer and a battle-addicted warrior? But to Malrik, it made perfect sense. He had been drawn to her from the start, and when she spent all her time training and fighting, he had joined her world to be by her side. After months of relentless effort, things just... fell into place.

Not everyone was happy about it.

Especially Domy.

And Ray? He didn’t even hide that he was gunning for Rouge.

Malrik exhaled slowly. "Fine."

His voice dropped, cold and sharp, sending a ripple of tension through the air.

They always forgot. Always underestimated him. Sure, he wasn’t obsessed with fighting like they were—but Malrik was Death itself.

And Death didn’t play fair.

"Rise."

The command was soft—but earth-shaking.

Three colossal monsters materialized behind him, exuding murderous auras that scraped the edge of S-rank: a towering Minotaur, a hulking Cyclops, and a massive black-furred Wolf.

His strongest summons yet—creatures he’d brought back from deadly missions outside the academy.

Malrik’s eyes blazed. His aura unfurled like a storm, and everything around them began to decay—the ground, the air itself.

He smiled, slow and menacing. "Get ready. I’ll show you how a heir of Death fights."

BOOM!

The monsters charged—each one targeting a rival.

But Malrik? He blurred, appearing behind Ray in a flash, dagger gleaming.

"You bastard. You dare chase my girlfriend?"

He slashed, fast and vicious.

"YES! THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!" Rouge yelled, laughing wildly even as the Minotaur’s punch hurled her across the field. Blood splattered from her mouth—only to twist mid-air into giant blood-spears, which she fired straight back at her beastly opponent.

Domy, locked in brutal hand-to-hand combat with the Cyclops, grinned madly as her fists collided with its massive blows, the shockwaves rattling the arena.

"Good! Let’s see who breaks first!" she shouted.

Ray, his eyes burning, kept smiling through the chaos. "I won’t back down!" he roared, swinging a crushing punch at Malrik.

The Wolf intercepted, snarling, jaws snapping shut around Ray’s fist.

Malrik sighed. Truly, he was surrounded by lunatics.

"Damn it, Noah. When are you coming back?" he muttered under his breath, missing the only guy who’d actually let him catch a break sometimes.

But Noah was gone.

So—

"Fine. Let’s fight till we drop."

And he dove back into the fray.

...

Elsewhere in the academy—Elira’s office.

The room was tense. Elira sat calmly at her desk, facing the silver-haired, violet-eyed woman across from her: Selene Weaverheart.

On the outside, Elira was composed. Inside? She was spiraling.

Meeting the mother of her lover—not just any mother, but Selene Weaverheart, the Witch of Eternal Cold.

Sure, Elira could kill her if it came down to it—but still, her palms itched with nerves.

"It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Witch of Eternal Cold," Elira said smoothly, offering a gracious smile.

Selene nodded, her gaze sharp. "Likewise. It’s an honor to meet the famed dean of Apex Academy."