Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Chapter 36: YOU SAID IT!

Chapter 36 – YOU SAID IT!

The scene was brutal.

Elijah stood over his sister, expression unreadable, as flames crackled around her motionless form. The crowd, once loud, had fallen into an uneasy silence. There was no mercy in his eyes—only justice, twisted and scorching hot.

Some whispered that they understood him. That they felt his pain. The humiliation, the loneliness, the violence he'd endured—it made sense.

But others?

They watched with disgust.

"What a hero. What a chosen one," Malrik muttered, his voice a quiet, venom-laced sneer. "How disgusting."

Next to him, Rouge—usually grinning like a maniac at any sign of blood—stood stiff, jaw tight. She liked fights. She liked challenges. This? This was torture.

Elizabeth didn't flinch. Her gaze remained on Elijah, unreadable. She didn't really care about Patricia. She only cares about the goddess's chosen one.

Leona, on the other hand, was smiling like she'd just fallen in love.

And finally—

"That's enough."

Damon's voice wasn't loud, but it slammed down like thunder. The flames extinguished instantly.

Elijah didn't move at first. His golden eyes met Damon's, still burning.

Then he clicked his tongue and turned away.

Patricia didn't scream. She couldn't. Her body twitched in unnatural spasms, covered in charred burns. Her mind? Who knew if it was still there.

The medics rushed in.

"WINNER: ELIJAH!"

The crowd roared—but there was something off. The cheers didn't carry joy. It was fear. Awe. Unease.

Damon stepped forward. "We now have our top eight. From here on, the real games begin. The Dean, your future teachers—they're watching."

"You can gain the favors of your future teachers if you do well."

Noah raised his hand like he was in class. "What about the Dean's favor? That up for grabs?"

Damon raised a brow. "Technically, yes. But I've never seen it happen. And let me be clear—this academy has seen geniuses more terrifying than you."

Noah grinned. "Challenge accepted."

Damon sighed. "Next match—Sophie vs Aiden."

"OUAAHHH!! PRINCESS PRINCESS!!"

The crowd came alive again.

Noah turned to Sophie. "Confidence check?"

"Hundred percent." She didn't even blink.

He stepped closer and wrapped an arm around her waist—pulling her in. In front of everyone.

In front of Elijah, who seems ready to cut him into pieces.

In front of the Emperor, who at that moment was shaking the palace walls with sheer fury.

But Noah didn't care. This wasn't just a hug.

It was a claim.

Sophie stiffened at first—then leaned in. She knew what this was.

"You're getting me into trouble, dear husband," she murmured.

Noah smirked. "Then I'll be the one to get you out, dear wife."

She smiled and walked to the arena.

Across from her, Aiden stood still, fire radiating from his skin, the air rippling around him.

"Let's not waste time," he growled. "Move. I have someone else to deal with."

Sophie's eyes narrowed. "I'm afraid I can't do that."

The signal dropped.

"BEGIN!"

Aiden erupted. Crimson flames shot out, the heat rising instantly. His aura distorted the air, promising death.