Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: A new name

Chapter 120: A new name

She was only a project.

A thing to acquire Belzebuth’s talent... but for what reason?

Why would her mother want that talent for her? Sure, it was powerful — but what was the purpose behind it all?

These questions had haunted her since that fateful day.

And the worst part was, she could no longer get the answer — because her mother had died that very day.

Zara’s tears flowed freely, her black eyes locked into Noah’s silver gaze.

She expected to see pity there.

Pity for the fact that she was chasing after a man who didn’t even care if she lived or died.

Pity for the childhood she had barely survived.

Pity that her own mother had seen her only as a tool.

But what she saw in Noah’s eyes wasn’t pity.

It was compassion.

It was love.

And it was respect.

Compassion for her pain.

Love — the kind she had never dared believe in, not from a man like him, known for gathering women around him.

And respect...

"W-why... why are you looking at me like this? With love and respect?" she asked, her voice hoarse with pain and disbelief.

Noah smiled softly. "I told you I liked you. I was honest — it wasn’t a joke. So how could I not look at you with love and affection?"

"And as for respect..."

He reached out and took Zara’s trembling hands in his, wrapping them with comfort and warmth.

"How could I not respect you? You lived through a childhood of pain, with a mother who only saw you as a tool — who cursed you, beat you, tried to break you. And then, when your father came... when the whole village was destroyed by his hand... even then, you survived." _{freёwebnovel.com}

"You went through all of that... and yet, Zara, you didn’t turn evil."

It was incredible.

Because anyone else — anyone with even half her past — would have become a villain, bent on revenge and destruction.

But Zara hadn’t.

"No," Noah whispered, smiling. "You searched for love, Zara. You didn’t chase hatred. You chased love. Some would say it’s pathetic, chasing after the one who destroyed everything around you."

His eyes softened.

"But I say... it’s incredibly brave. To chase love when the world pushes you toward hatred. How could I not respect that?"

"...how could I not respect you, Zara?"

His silver eyes locked onto her black, bottomless ones.

The contrast between them was striking.

It was beautiful.

It was mesmerizing.

Zara’s body trembled.

She had never seen her situation this way. She’d always been running from her true feelings, afraid they made her weak, pathetic — for wanting love from someone who clearly didn’t care.

She had always thought she was pathetic.

"I-I’m... not pathetic?" she whispered, almost like a question, timid and fragile.

"You’re not pathetic," Noah said firmly. "You’re brave. You’re strong. You’re courageous. Because let me tell you — few, if any, would’ve chosen the path you did."

He gave a small, crooked smile.

"Me, for example? I doubt I would’ve chased love over vengeance."

"So no, Zara. You’re not pathetic."

And then — she cried.

Again, and again, and again.

It wasn’t just crying.

It was a release — all the burdens, all the pain, all the wounds she had carried alone for so long.

"Let it out," Noah murmured.

"You no longer need to chase love from the wrong place."

HIC. HIC. Zara’s cries grew louder.

"You no longer need to chase someone who doesn’t care."

HIC, HIC. And louder.