Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Noah vs Elijah (3)

Chapter 43: Noah vs Elijah (3)

Noah began to burn.

"Argh, damn it," he hissed, staggering back as flames erupted across his body like a curse. Flesh cracked. His veins glowed red-hot. Pain seared into him so viciously it nearly broke his focus—but he held on.

He reacted fast.

A blinding surge of ice exploded outward. A deep, ancient cold—not just frost, but something near-arctic in its primal purity. The stadium howled with the sound of sudden winter. Fire met frost, and the world screamed. Everything vanished in the rising fog of steam.

Elijah’s third aura.

Aura of the Phoenix.

His flames weren’t just fire—they were rebirth. Immolation and healing wrapped in divine heat. A power that burned him to ashes and rebuilt him stronger every time. His blood boiled with life.

He rose from the steam like a deity. No scars. No wounds. His body, reborn. Golden flames crowned him like a halo. His eyes were radiant. Too radiant.

The crowd gasped again—hundreds on their feet, breathless.

Three auras?

That wasn’t rare. That was impossible.

"Monsters," someone whispered.

Noah stood somewhere in the mist. His outline shimmered—scarred, but steady. The fire still burned around him, licking his heels, trying to crawl up his back.

But his Samsara Aura worked quietly. His body, damaged seconds ago, was already mending. Bone reknitting. Muscle regrowing. His breath calmed.

"Elijah..." Noah muttered through the haze. "He keeps getting up."

This wasn’t just a duel anymore. It was a war of philosophies. Of identities. Elijah, chosen by divinity, was the world’s favorite narrative: the broken boy turned hero. He had every edge—power, sympathy, the narrative on his side.

Noah was different. Not chosen—made.

"A tenacious bastard," he whispered, wiping blood from his jaw. "Typical protagonist energy. If I don’t end this now, he’ll pull some last-minute miracle."

He closed his eyes.

Breathed.

Then opened them.

"I’m limitless."

And something shifted.

Reality buckled—subtly. Like the laws of physics stepped back in hesitation.

The fire didn’t touch him anymore. It swirled around, roaring louder than ever—but none of it landed. As if space itself stretched between him and the heat.

"I’m not in the fire," Noah murmured. "I’m beyond it."

The mist faded.

He emerged.

Shirtless. Silver-eyed. His skin still bore red trails from the burn—but they healed by the second. His body hummed with quiet power. No flare, no flash—just dominance.

Elijah saw him and flinched.

"Three auras, huh?" Noah smirked. "Should’ve expected that."

He didn’t wait.

His Aura of Limitlessness bloomed.

Noah whispered, "Time and Space do not bind me. My attack... is in the domain of spirituality."

And then—

Time slowed.

A second became ten.

The world moved like molasses. But Noah? He moved freely. Like he was untethered from the clock.

He stepped forward once.

And the world unraveled around him.

The space between him and Elijah folded. Reality parted like curtains. And in that one step—he was there.

Inches from Elijah’s chest.

No light show. No sonic boom.

Just a presence.

Elijah’s eyes widened.

Too late.

Noah’s fist moved—not coated in elements, but just a normal punch. A punch sharpened into one thing: truth.

CRACK.

His knuckles collided with Elijah’s sternum—and something broke.

Not just bone.

Elijah’s soul.

A scream tore from him—not from the mouth, but from the spirit. His legs gave out. Blood exploded from his lips. He collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut.

Time resumed.

To the audience, it looked like Noah teleported—and Elijah just dropped.