Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: The Architect of Talent

Chapter 131: The Architect of Talent

Huff... Huff... Huff...

Noah breathed heavily. He had just completed his transformation—but one thing remained unchanged.

"I hate this shit," he muttered aloud.

He cursed under his breath before returning to his cross-legged position and shutting his eyes.

He steadied his breathing. "Show me the new talent description."

[Talent: King of Blood (EX – Unique Rank)]

[Description: Blood obeys you. Blood is your power. Shape it however you want.]

Noah stared at the description, then squinted.

"System... are you lacking some inspiration?"

[...]

The system didn’t respond.

"Yeah, thought so," Noah scoffed internally.

Focusing again, he decided to test out his new blood affinity first—before messing with his origin blood.

Eyes closed, breath even, he began.

Soon, blood began seeping into the room from nowhere, pooling across every surface—even where he sat. But it didn’t stop there.

Noah started to manipulate it.

Jagged Spikes formed. Then spears. Then a hovering eye made entirely of blood—beautiful and eerie at once.

Finally, he created a massive, detailed arm flipping the middle finger.

He smirked at the last one.

"I’m so childish. I should stop."

The constructs splashed into droplets, then vanished—absorbed back into Noah. The room returned to normal, as though it hadn’t just been drenched in blood.

"Now I’m ready to try it."

"If something goes wrong, will you help me, System?"

[No. For this one, you are on your own.]

Tsk.

He clicked his tongue. "As you wish."

Noah recalled calmly the step he had to make.

Control the origin of blood.

Mix it with soul essence into a thin line.

Form the talent vein.

Inscribe the record-based talent description.

No rushing.

Step by step.

Noah closed his eyes again, turning his awareness inward. With his transcended self, finding his origin blood was easy.

Drawing from it, he extracted a sphere of shimmering blood.

And it was... miraculous.

It was as if every color in existence had blended into it perfectly—radiant, yet calm. A quiet, impossible beauty.

He transformed the sphere into a thin line. With his Transformation-ranked blood affinity, the task was smooth.

Then, with care, he guided the line of blood into his soul space.

And oh, how it had changed since the last time Elizabeth saw it.

Once a static environment, Noah’s soul space now shifted unpredictably:

One moment, a frozen wasteland.

The next, a void of pure nothingness.

Then a field of swords in land of ice, followed by a pink world filled with naked women...

Chaotic—but not random.

Its changes followed some grand logic that would drive genius researchers into euphoric obsession.

And as the origin blood entered the soul space, it responded with joy, transforming into a sea of blood.

Very Fitting.

Noah didn’t stop.

He began the next phase—combining soul essence with the origin blood.

It was meticulous. Every droplet had to be perfectly measured. The sea of blood bubbled with tension.

Outside, Noah was drenched in sweat.

He was giving it everything—because if he screwed this up, he would be completely, utterly—

"—fucked," he muttered aloud.

And Noah was straight.

So yeah. He gave it everything.

Minutes passed. His focus never wavered.

Finally...

A shimmering vein of light hovered before him.

Success.

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