Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Chapter 167: The Crimson Empress [2]

Chapter 167 – The Crimson Empress [2]

Sophie Castria, The First Empress. The Crimson Empress.

History was carved that day.

Because for the first time since the creation of the human domain... a woman had seized power.

And no, this wasn’t just a ceremonial title or a puppet position held under the shadow of some man. No. This was true power. Raw, earned, deserved.

It might not seem like much to an outsider’s point of view.

But inside the human domain, inside the mind of all the people who lived there...

It was fucking massive.

Because this place had been soaked—no, drowned—in centuries of patriarchal rot because of Rome and his predecessors. Where women weren’t rulers but tools. Tools to gain influence. Marriage tokens. Breeding vessels. Silent ornaments and even flashy whores.

That was the brutal truth.

Women were never meant to own power.

They were taught to marry into it. To fuck their way into it. To be used for it.

Even women themselves began believing it. Because when a lie is whispered into your ear long enough, it stops sounding like a lie. It becomes your truth, but also your chain.

But Sophie Castria Vaelgrim didn’t bend to that.

She didn’t accept those beliefs shape her life.

That’s why, when she took the throne, the highest throne in the human domain, it was like a tidal wave hit the foundation of that lie and cracked it open.

All over the domain—noble or poor, young or old—women looked at her and saw something different.

A mirror.

A door.

A Hope.

And when Sophie stood before her new people, standing tall with Elizabeth and Solaris at her side, the world held its breath—expecting a grand speech.

But she gave them just three words.

"It’s not that hard."

Simple. Undeniable.

But it echoed.

It dug deep.

Because it wasn’t about eloquence. It was about defiance.

It wasn’t that hard to break the rules.

It wasn’t that hard to walk away from a fate someone else, or even the society, forced on you.

It wasn’t that hard to dream. Even if they mocked you. Even if they spat at you. Even if your own family called you delusional.

You just had to want it enough.

Yes, it was terrifying.

Yes, it was not easy.

Yes, it hurt.

But everything starts in the mind. Control the mind... and the fear loses its grip. And everything that seemed so impossible, so unthinkable...became something achievable, something you can chase after.

And in that moment—Sophie, standing bathed in light, crowned in silver—became more than a ruler.

Because she embodied that belief...the belief that everything was possible with a strong enough mind.

So,

She became a symbol.

An idol not just for women. But for anyone who had ever been told they were "less."

...

Meanwhile, at the academy—

Zara and Alice sat side by side, watching the flickering projection of Sophie’s coronation.

Alice’s hands were trembling with joy. Her voice, clearer than ever, broke through the silence like a song reborn.

"It’s truly incredible," she said.

And how could it not be?

She could speak now. Fully, freely. No distortion. No chaos in the air from her words. Her dragon bloodline had been cleansed, purified. Her talent now gleamed at Ex-Unique.

All of it thanks to Elira.

Zara chuckled. "What’s incredible? Sophie’s feat... or the fact you can now speak without making the walls crack?"

Alice laughed, radiant. "Hahah, both! But honestly? Me. Definitely me."

After all, no one knows how painful it was to want to talk but not be able to.

Then she grew quiet.

Her eyes turned sharp, serious, almost solemn. Her green gaze bore into Zara’s blue eyes.

"What are you now?" Alice asked.