Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Worthy

Chapter 117: Worthy

A sword with no form.

How could she achieve that?

Yuki’s thoughts raced, but even after several minutes, no clear idea came to her. She had only a hint, a single thread of guidance.

A sword with no form.

It was as if the very concept of the sword had whispered to her:

"Show me your worth."

Show me you can grasp it. Show me you can understand the meaning behind a sword with no form.

But Yuki was not the type to be discouraged. None of Noah’s women were.

They couldn’t afford to be.

Because to stand beside someone like Noah — with his strength and his will — they needed to be just as determined, just as relentless.

What none of them fully realized, though, was that if Noah wanted, he could make all their struggles vanish in an instant. With a mere flick of his finger, he could merge all the affinities Sophie was laboring to control. He could help each of them unlock their potential.

But... what would be the point of that?

Where would the satisfaction be?

Noah wanted to see them fight for it. He wanted to give them the choice — the path they wanted to walk, the battles they wanted to overcome on their own. Only after that would he step in to help, to lift them higher.

That was his way of respecting them.

That was also the only way they could earn their titles: by pushing themselves, by doing something worthy.

Worthy.

And Yuki — she was worthy.

She tilted her head slightly, her pupils still shaped like slender blades, though the glow was slowly fading.

"What is a sword with no form?" she murmured to herself.

"A... formless sword," she said aloud, then laughed softly. "Obviously."

But still... what did it mean to be formless?

Adaptability.

To be without form meant to adapt, easily and efficiently, to anything.

"So... if I apply that to a sword... a sword that adapts to anything?"

Any environment. Any opponent. Any power.

Anything.

Her eyes lit up with realization.

"A sword with no weaknesses. A sword that can face anyone — and always be its best."

But then she frowned.

"How?"

"If my opponent uses fire... do I use water or ice?"

Her frown deepened.

She didn’t have all those affinities.

...Was her understanding of ’formless’ wrong?

No.

Yuki shook her head firmly. "I’m thinking about this the wrong way."

Her mind whirled.

"I’m underestimating my affinity."

I am the sword.

"What’s the essence of a sword?"

"The essence of a sword is to kill. To cut. To sever."

To murder.

"That’s it."

"It doesn’t matter what type of sword it is. Its purpose is the same."

And at that—

Her eyes went blank.

"I am made to kill," she whispered.

Because she was a sword. A weapon.

So if she wanted to kill, she wasn’t limited. Everything in her environment, even her opponent’s own power, could become her weapon.

To do that, she had to become exactly what she was chasing—

Formless.

She had to become a water sword against fire. A light sword against darkness. A piercing blade against defenses. A fast blade against speed.

She had to adapt.

Her eyes widened as realization struck.

"Why was I limiting myself?" she murmured.

"My sword can be anything. Fire. Water. Ice. Space. Time. Heavy. Swift. Loving. Deadly."

"I don’t have the affinity?"

"Fuck that."

She grinned fiercely.

She would draw those affinities, those concepts, into her sword with her sword affinity.

Water sword?

It’s a sword at the end. And sword was her thing.

And the first step—

"I need to shape something into a sword."

"Like turning water into a water blade."

She nodded, her determination crystallizing.

"Let’s start with the basics: fire, water, air, earth."

"Then..."

Her eyes glimmered.

"I need to feel the intangible — space, time, emotions — and shape those into swords."

Her katana in front her trembled subtly...as if sensing something fascinating!

It sounded impossible.

No — it was impossible.