Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Sweet Anya

Chapter 111: Her past

Sophie might have been the hardest working when it came to sheer training, but the others? Oh, they were grinding too—just in their own ways.

In her room, Elizabeth sat at the edge of her bed, her gaze razor-sharp. In her hand? The soul of Grand Master Elden.

She’d reviewed his memories again and again. And the best way to deal with the Church?

Simple.

Wipe out the corrupt.

Expose the rest—show the church what these so-called "servants of the goddess" were really doing in the shadows.

Kidnapping children young, brainwashing them into inquisitors.

And what worse was that those without talent—slaughtered like animals. Their bodies Vanished without a trace, to cover it all up.

They controlled certain families—blackmail, leverage, whatever it took to force obedience. And for those who resisted?Immediate death, branded as heretics who’d "turned their backs on the goddess."

Even the royal family wasn’t safe. The royal court was crawling with deep Church loyalists, ready to betray their own domain in a heartbeat.

A "Church of Light and Justice."

What a joke.

All they did was exploit, kill, blackmail, and destroy— all in pursuit of more power.

Elizabeth scoffed, voice dripping with venom.

"Tsk. All this... under the eyes of that bitch."

Because yes—it wasn’t like Justicia didn’t notice.

No. Worse—she blessed some of them. A low level blessings yes...but still it was enough for them to do worse things.

All for one reason:

"The more people of a world believe in her... the deeper their faith. The deeper their faith... the stronger her hold over that world. And eventually? She could claim the entire world for herself."

That’s what Justicia wanted. Claiming the world with faith. All by using Elijah as her champion to kill demons and save people from the gates.

True, but there is more than that. Because others champions exist.

But Elizabeth had no idea of the identity of champions.

Elizabeth’s eyes turned cold. Ever since regaining her celestial status, she’d started to remember things. Not all, but still some of them.

Like who—and what—Justicia really was.

A celestial. Just like her.

Someone who’d clearly known Elizabeth’s past self very well.

Their race was... different. No celestial should be born in a lower world—their bloodlines were too powerful that’s why rarely a celestial was born mortal.

And the Celestial Faction is one of the most dominant, most feared.

Beings of Light, Order, Purity, Justice, Balance, etc. Every celestial’s power was built around these core principles. Even their other abilities were twisted to fit those principles. A celestial with fire authority? Their flame wouldn’t just burn—it would be purifying fire.

It was also possible to ascend into a celestial later,

But—

"Argh..."

Elizabeth groaned, gripping her head. Pain shot through her skull, memories blurring and fading again.

Something—or someone—was blocking her.

Even her own past life was hazy. If she wanted answers...

If she wanted to know why she was here... why she was killed... why Justicia chained her—

Then she’d have to face the one who chained her first.

"She surely knows some things... and she’s the only one who can tell me."

Elizabeth looked up at the sky, fists clenched. She wanted to storm up there, demand her answers right now.

But no. She knew better.

She wasn’t strong enough.

Yet.

But she would interfere. She’d make Justicia’s life hell.

And the first step?

Broadcast Elden’s memories. To the entire damn church. And make all the church defects from her.

She smirked darkly.

"Noah told me Solaris, my old mentor, has joined the fight too," she laughed.

"Losing two Saintesses already... Justicia’s influence must be taking a serious hit."

Her eyes glinted.

"Well then—let’s make it worse."

She stood, her mind sharp, her resolve like steel.

Since returning, hardly anyone in their group had cared much about the academy anymore.

They couldn’t afford to.

Noah never said it out loud to Elizabeth—but she was an oracle.

Fate, destiny, foresight— all her domain.

And what did she see?

A world teetering on the edge of chaos.

War.

Beings of unimaginable power tearing the world apart.

And at the heart of it? Elijah.

She’d seen it.

And—

"Five years... maybe," she muttered.

She hadn’t told Noah. She didn’t need to. He knew. Why else would he be in such a rush to head to the Demon Continent?

He was building strength. Gathering allies.

Trying to soften the blow when everything went to hell. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}