Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Chapter 143: The Name of a Race

Chapter 143: The Name of a Race

This was something the Akashic Record didn’t expect.

This was a development no one expected.

Because let’s not forget—Noah held the title: The True Anomaly.

He was someone who couldn’t be seen. Someone fate and destiny couldn’t pierce through.

He was outside the system. Beyond the threads of inevitability.

So every single one of his actions?

They were his own.

Uncontrolled. Unmeasured. Unwritten.

And now—he had become something... more.

A new race had been born.

And he had become a Progenitor. A True one.

Something that, until now, only the rulers of ancient factions could claim.

Beings who had existed for millions of years.

Beings who had built empires across galaxies.

Beings who had long transcended the limitations of time.

And yet...

He was just 15.

He was just a boy.

He was just... a child.

But that child had achieved what others spent millennia trying—and failing—to do.

He had done the impossible.

And that was something the Akashic Record deeply admired. Truly, genuinely.

So when it came time to give him his True Name—

It didn’t hesitate.

It didn’t offer one.

It offered two.

Names never spoken before.

Names that carried meaning too heavy for ordinary reality.

Names that could shake the fabric of the universe if left unshielded.

{You are Nytherion Il’Varethos.}

The world trembled.

The very name carried weight beyond comprehension.

And if it weren’t for the Akashic Record shielding Noah in that moment,

If it hadn’t wrapped his existence in divine barriers layered beyond layers...

The universe would have trembled under that name’s gravity.

But the Record was merciful.

Noah was still young. He was still in his growth phase. His foundations were still forming.

And so, it covered him.

{Your True Name has absorbed both of your traits.}

{You are walking toward perfection.}

{But you are still far from there.}

{Integrate more power. More bloodlines. More affinities. More physiques. Everything.}

{Keep evolving.}

A pause.

But the notifications didn’t stop.

So—

{As the first being of your race, you have earned the right to name it.}

{What shall your race be called?}

Noah stood still, his silver hair cascading behind him like a trail of starlight.

He looked at the notifications calmly, silently.

He had created an entirely new race. An entirely new bloodline.

He was now a progenitor.

A founder.

The first of his kind.

"A name, huh?" he said softly, his voice calm, thoughtful.

This wasn’t just a name.

This would be a word that echoed across galaxies. Across epochs.

He had to make it meaningful.

He had to make it grand.

Noah smirked to himself.

After all, this race—he didn’t create it alone.

He created it thanks to the system.

Thanks to the women who stood by his side.

Thanks to everything he had fought for and bled for.

This bloodline was not just for him.

It was for his children.

For the family he would one day build.

For the queens at his side.

Because now, Noah didn’t just want to conquer. He didn’t just want to dominate.

He wanted to build something.

A legacy. A home.

Because—

"How lonely would it be," he whispered, "if I stood at the very top... but alone... for all eternity?"

He didn’t want that.

He refused that.

So not just for himself.

But for the ones walking this journey with him.

For the ones who would come after him.

He would name this race. A special name.

And the name would be—

"Elysiari."

"Elysia from Elysium—a paradise, a sanctuary for immortal beings."

"And the -ri, from those who belong."

Noah paused.

He had searched deep in his memories from Earth, picking a name that held meaning, history, and soul.

"And together..." he smiled, "it means Those of Eternal Sanctuary."

That was his dream.

A sanctuary for his family. For his people. For his future.